#did I already made unhealthy amount of gifs for this show?

[the-xolotl]

Darling, Can I Be Your Favorite?

Alastor x gn!Reader

ღ Itty bitty snip !

ღ A/N: my fyp was a lot of that one audio “i can be whatever you want me to be” and i felt it really had Alastor vibe.

summary: anyone would find it odd how keen you are on the Radio Demon given his reputation but he’s more intriguing than scary. when admiration turns to infatuation, and your ego gets a little too big makes you make the wrong move.

—• WARNINGS: none? technically, no use of y/n, gn reader, no physical desc of reader, romanticization of unhealthy dynamics, unhealthy infatuation, everything is a red flag 🚩, proof read :D

Part I | Part II

You and Alastor can’t be categorized as friends, not really. Alastor already rarely uses the word to describe, well, anyone besides Miss Rosie as far as you knew. But he did enjoy your company from time to time, you were the most tolerable out of the bunch with the ability to actually make good conversation with the Overlord.

For once Alastor appreciated a reverent admiration rather than straight up fear from an individual. Because you not seeing him in such negative connotations had led to some actually very engaging conversations between the two of you; often about his little hobby of serial killings between his radio shows back when he still roamed the earth. You had shown intelligence, common sense and dignity before him so he deemed you acceptable.

However things began to go a little askew when he started to noticed that admiration had formed into something different. The demon isn’t that oblivious, his aversion to such frivolous things didn’t mean he didn’t know how to spot them or pick them up, especially when they were directed at him.

Even with such vague gentle treatment, it made you feel special that he gave you a different treatment than most. It felt good to be on his good side, that you simply effortlessly got along with him in loose terms, truthfully. Shared interests and his frequent visits to your or his quarters for a late cup of tea or coffee only made your infatuation grow, bordering on obsession. You sought him out more and more.

It started subtly, even you hadn’t noticed. If someone was to ask you to trace back to when you had started to see him differently, started desiring and craving a different kind of closeness to the Radio Demon, you honest to Satan couldn’t say when. It just happened. After the increased amount of time spent talking sometimes late into the night sharing a drink you realized he isn’t as unpleasant as many others think.

That had been the first sign things had begun steadily going downhill. The second one was getting comfortable. Being on the sinner’s good graces came with perks; which were mostly him being more cordial to you than others and small favors. Something akin to friendship. That’s what you told yourself, and pride does come before the fall.

You let the gentlemanly treatment get to your head, reading into signs that weren’t really there, etc. It was beginning to be troubling for Alastor it saddens him to lose another little bit of fun he got while at the hotel. He avoided you after a while seeing him less and less. Disappeared every time you came around almost every time.

Admittedly it was hurtful, made you upset enough to confront him about it. Which brought you exactly where you are now; in his quarters demanding answers he didn’t owe you nor that he wants to entertain. You are basically begging for his attention at this point. A pitiful display if he’s ever seen one. Seeing you so desperate for a silver of his time or affection, affection you’d never obtain no matter how hard you tried either way. He hasn’t been interested in relationships even when he was alive, that certainly didn’t changed after death.

This was going nowhere, but you refused to give up, “I can be whatever you want,” your hands fidgeted at your sides, “Just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you.” Your voice trembled a bit, you knew you’re hitting a dead end, probably also treading a fine line on his patience with you.

Alastor stalked towards you in his typical cool-calm fashion and snatching your face. His hand enveloping your jaw, squishing your cheeks with clawed fingers, “You foolish little creature,” he said, voice full of condescension.

Your gaze locking with his, with so much helpless hope behind it, “I could be that.” It came out more as a plea than an affirmation, you tried to smile up at him but his nails digging into your cheeks make it hard and a little painful.

“You have nothing I want, my dear,” He said feigning sympathy, “I don’t take low hanging fruit. It brings me no joy, no entertainment to be had from such an easy grab.” He lets go of your face and walks right past you towards the door, opening it. “You may leave now. This conversation is over.”

Despite giving you his polite smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like other times you’d been around him. Your hands balled into fists. In other words he was calling you easy. That stung more than a bit. “I could give you my soul. You’re into deal making, aren’t you? Let’s make one.” Brave wasn’t a word he’d use to describe you at this moment, more like reckless. Something he disliked even more.

He simply laughed to your face. Laughed with his whole chest, the laugh you’ve heard from him after talking about how pitifully his victims had fallen for his traps and deceptions. Full of ridicule, glee. “Your soul? Oh dear you sure know how to make me laugh,” he said wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye, “No, no. I don’t have a need for neither you, your services nor your soul. I get absolutely nothing from it!”

There’s a tightening in your chest and a stinging feeling around your eyes as you let your gaze fall to the ground. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, blooming on your face a bright red. Ouch. You couldn’t help the anger that began to rise, but you couldn’t even speak. What do you say after that kind of humiliation?

You had idealized a relationship that didn’t exist in your own mind and got humbled with 0 hesitation. “I’d suggest you retired to your own quarters and get some rest, darling. You’re not acting like your usually delightful self,” he said with a big grin, still being sarcastic. Silently you walk out barely murmuring a simple good night. “Good night, sweetheart.”

As soon as you stepped out he shut the door without another word. Leaving you to walk back through the dimly lit hallways back to your own room with silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

You weren’t about to give up just yet, though.

ღ A/N: thanks for reading ! this lil scenario had been playing around my head for a few days and i just needed to get it out there. hope it was still an enjoyable read :))))

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[lovemesomeeddiemunson]

The Proposal - Epilogue

Summary: When Steve Harrington is threatened with deportation, he blackmails his long suffering assistant, Eddie Munson, into marrying him. Steddie! The Proposal Au, Modern Au, Part 7 of 7. 1920 Words

Series Warnings: Blackmail. Food mentions. Mentions of unhealthy relationship with food. Cursing. Self harm (by means of tattooing.) Homophobia. Death of a parent. Abandonment by parents. Shitty parents. Homophobic parents. Parents with entitlement. Classism. Sexual situations (no actual smut!) Brief allusion to a panic attack.

Authors Note: Our love story is wrapping up now, dear readers. I hope you have enjoyed. ❤️

Steve just barely manages to contain his snickering from his position curled up on Eddie’s stomach.

He’s spent the last several minutes doing so, while also attempting to sort the disarray that the other man’s long hair had fallen into in their tryst, the brunette curls splayed out haphazardly on the pillow resting behind his head.

Eddie is letting him do both, laid out on his back beneath Steve with a hand thrown over him to cup his bare hip. He’s been poorly pretending for the same amount of time that Steve’s been fussing over him, that he’s not completely out of breath.

The longer that his efforts to be subtle go on, the more Steve’s snickering takes on life, rolling into something akin to actual laughter. He feels like since he’s let Eddie in, that he’s never stopped.

Eddie lets him enjoy it, even as he weakly tells him. “That’s no way to treat your husband after he just showed you a good time, sweetheart.”

Biting his lip in reply, Steve’s touch becomes even gentler as he kisses the slight pudge of Eddie’s belly which has made the world’s most inviting pillow for him. “You are absolutely right, vita mia.”

Eddie smiles fondly down at Steve, raising an eyebrow at the mild surprise of not being corrected, for once. “So…sweetheart’s okay, huh? I like it. Simple but effective.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Eddie’s belly rumbles beneath him with his laughter. “There he is.” Eddie reaches down with the hand not already wrapped around him in order to cradle his jaw. “God, you’re so pretty when you do that. How’d I get so lucky?” He asks.

Steve can’t truly hear what he’s saying - he’s speaking too low - but he can feel the words vibrating beneath his ear as he lays on Eddie…knows that they’re dripping with love.

And it hardly matters what words he offers, when Steve can clearly see in the low glow from the city outside their window when Eddie has mercy on him and signs for him, ‘I love you.’

Steve smiles, and mumbles back. “I love you too.” Warm all over.

And while the two of them had been going at different paces for sure in their efforts to learn ASL. (Robin’s suggestion out of consideration for Steve, who spoke English and Italian both perfectly well, but sometimes missed the answers said back to him.) It was still a happy fact of Steve’s life that the sweet sentiments that Eddie would offer with his hands were never lost to him.

Eddie hums softly then, glancing up as he thinks out loud. “I think I’ve loved you for a while. But I knew for sure when Wayne insisted I fight for us. I was so gone for you, and here you were, with the approval of the person whose opinion matters most. It all solidified for me then.”

Steve melts at his confession, peppering little kisses to Eddie’s tummy that make him giggle. His eyes rake over Steve - tantalizing muscle, little brown moles, and a smattering of freckles all on display but beyond that…There was evidence of Eddie’s love there in Steve’s tan skin. All marked up from his neck downwards, enthusiastic purple splotches where Eddie had taken his tongue and teeth and mapped out his claim on the man atop him, while he asked, “When did you realize?”

“I don’t want to say.” Steve replies, leaving one last little kiss, his tone indicative of his withholding something.

Eddie’s ears perk up at that, “Oh come on!” He teases. “It can’t be that bad. What was it? When you listened to the demo all the way through and realized I’m a bard in the most irresistible of forms?”

“No, not then. But you know I could wax poetic about the sounds you coax out of your guitar.” Steve teases him lightly.

Eddie huffs, “Fine. Not that then…So, what? Did you look at my ass when I bent over to put the little ‘sign here’ tabs on your papers? Couldn’t go another moment without me being yours?”

Steve shakes his head, asking “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes!” Eddie all-but shouts.

Steve purses his lips. Telling him mercilessly, “It was when you cried at the end of Free Willy.”

“No!” Eddie gasps, lamenting. “Say it isn’t so.”

“Sorry sweetheart, that’s my moment. I saw you tearing up, and I just knew.” Steve says sheepishly.

“I take it back. I don’t love you, you horrible horrible man. I despise you.” Eddie lies, so much love in his eyes as he says it that Steve almost can’t bear it.

“I despise you more.” Steve replies, as easily as he’d told him he loved him just moments before, the words not holding an ounce of truth, unlike his declaration of said love had.

Eddie snorts, gleefully reminding him. “Hah! Jokes on you. You married me.”

Steve groans loudly in reply, feigning horror as he gasps. “Is it too late to flee the country?”

Eddie makes every effort to sit up at that, wrestling Steve into the bed to tickle him senselessly, until both of them are dissolved in giggles, in full honeymoon bliss.

They had maintained it for a while now, with no signs of stopping.

Con behind them, they had awoken on their wedding day in separate beds as planned, before meeting for photographs, all dressed up for the occasion.

Steve in white, his suit well tailored and - admittedly - a little slutty. It had looked mostly unassuming from the front - with a deep cut that showed off Steve’s bare, hairy chest and an assortment of metal chains borrowed from Eddie and Robin, to Eddie’s utter delight…but then when he’d spun at Eddie’s encouraging wolf whistle and he’d seen the back of it.

Oh the back of it…With an intricate spine of fabric, there were details of climbing lace vines and blooms, skin showing intermittently throughout where the cut strategically showed off the tan planes of Steve’s back…The edge of the suit jacket stopping high enough that Eddie could see how well his pants hugged his ass…the man in white just on the wrong side of smug at how sexy it made him look.

Which, understandably, made Eddie feral.

Eddie, who had been himself swathed in black, in an admittedly simpler suit - but one that boasted a sewn in cape that had flowed behind Eddie like a veil draped across his back.

The black fabric was lined along where it rested on his shoulders, as well as all of its edges, continuing to be further split by that same lining down the middle in a dark, glittering embroidery of those same vines and blooms.

Eddie’s hair was fixed with little buds peeking out in a careful placement, and he wore no rings. Waiting anxiously for Steve to put one on him.

He made an elegant, dark compliment to the borderline sinfully angelic picture that his soon-to-be husband made.

Who, in himself, was not immune to the image - salivating over Eddie, his veins thrumming with his own barely contained lust, the pair of them only staying the course thanks to Johnathan.

Johnathan, the only one they trusted to take the photos for them ever again. Who mercifully dismissed them once they had their shots, only for them to arrive at the courthouse steps one - very handsy - cab ride later.

Flushed, giddy, and happy, they had gotten married from there in a simple ceremony largely outshined by their clothing, with the two required witnesses.

Robin, and Wayne (who Steve had flown in,) had both watched them exchange vows before a judge, and had oh so smugly signed to attest to so.

Steve proudly kept the marriage certificate close when it was done, emotional, while Eddie had found it unreasonably cute, and had kissed him about it.

After posing for a few more photos, taken on Robin’s phone at her insistence, the four of them had all gone out for drinks to celebrate.

In their formal attire and all, Robin and Eddie - or rather, Robin and Batman, played with Eddie’s cape while careening through the city streets like a couple of unhinged toddlers.

Unhinged toddlers whom Steve loved very much, but still. He had merely shaken his head at them and their revelry as Wayne walked with him, their arms linked together as they had been the night of Wayne’s birthday all those weeks ago, when he had paraded Steve proudly in just the same way.

In those moments, when no one could see or hear them, Steve thanked him. For his kindness, his acceptance - and the hand he’d had in making Eddie such a good man.

Wayne had bristled, unable to accept, only thanking Steve for loving his boy. For being brave enough to take that leap, and to have him in a way that linked them all as family from now on.

For better or worse it seemed, Steve was under his wing now - and consequently, so was Robin. A fact made clearer and funnier by the fact that Wayne used that influence to land Robin with the phone number of the prettiest girl in the bar later that night.

Go figure.

By the time the family of four had had their fill of drinks and conversation and had parted ways, Robin went back to her apartment where she would call Steve in the morning stressed about how soon was too soon to call a girl.

In turn the married folks headed off to Central Park West, having sent Uncle Wayne to his hotel…but only after a generous teasing from him, to which Eddie had been snarky in his playful reply.

“Hey, fuck you old man, I bagged Steve Harrington.” Eddie had laughed. Turning from where he was putting his uncle in his cab and shouting loudly. “You hear that world!?! I bagged Steve Harrington! Whoo!”

A random drunkard on the block also whooped, and an embarrassed Steve pulled Eddie along, more eager to get his husband home than he was to encroach on his joy.

Eddie readily obliged him, just as he always had.

The two had then gone home that night, falling into bed at the start of their lives together.

Lives that would look completely different in a few years to be sure, not just from where they had started, or from where they were now, but also from how the two of them had always pictured.

But life is funny that way. And with Eddie’s US tour, and Steve toting around the first of many little nuggets…While it wasn’t the life that they might have planned exactly…

Being together, with their family, their little one eventually seeing the world with them via tour buses (in which Eddie claimed the best seat, always.) And airplanes (where Steve got the window seat, always)…Or whatever mode that she and her eventual siblings would grow up traveling by, and making memories on…

The fact of it was always the same. Eddie and Steve together, two doting dads of a bunch of hellions. Who rapidly signed details about what they’d seen and how they’d been over dinner, whether it was laid out in those tour buses, on the planes, in fancy restaurants, or wherever else they found themselves…The details didn’t matter.

Because as it was, it was the best of both of their dreams. Everything that they had never dared to let themselves want during the years of paper-clips and pointless meetings that could have been emails.

And it was perfect.

— La fine. —

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so im gonna be autistic in your inbox 😁😁😁 < face of someone mentally unwell

SO the biggest appeal of dabihawks is ofc the enemies to lovers trope, first lets look at canon:

theyre enemies plain and simple, they hate each other, its a beautiful show to watch of them absolutely disgusted by the other but forced to interact [ IF ONLY THEY GOT MORE FUCKING SCREENTIME TOGETHER JESUS CHRIST ] anyways its the angst potential, hawks dirtying his hands just to get into the league only to then betray the entire league </3 hawks dirtying his hands just for the sake of the mission for the sake of dabi letting him in because that WAS his only contact so hes the one hes "closest too" dabi the evil motherfuck toying with hawks, making him do all the things he hates and knowing what hawks is truely doing. they hate each other in canon plain and simple they dont care if neither one dies or not. hawks even STILL views endeavor as an equal even after all hes done (whether or not you think its valid is up to you i think that hawks needs a LITTLE MORE TIME AND SPACE to rethink the whole "yeah no enjis cool now hes alright :D" shtick.... personally i hate it i just want him to be a little more..... EYES OPEN to how fucked up endeavor did things even if hes trying to do better now like ?????) canon tropes that could fit are like their divorce, unhealthy co dependency, there was only one bed, acciental first kiss, drunk sex, fuck buddies, rarepair, the whole hero vs villain thing, height difference, flirty and the flustered, oh fuck theyre BOTH messed up, loud and quiet ETC ETC

now heres where the dots connect though through fandom genius. now when dabis first introduced hes blue and emo and firey and dramatic (theatre kid) mentally unwell, tired yet manic, daddy issues supreme, body horror circus party, the whole palooza. we ALL been known, his daddys a top hero who made him a top villain. and now hawks, who was an enigma at first, man too fast for his own good, red, arrogant, laidback, yet serious and calculating, heart of gold underneath all of that dirty work with a like for trashy preppy outfits. at first it was just the enemies to lovers, dabi hates endeavor and heroes, hawks admires him to the sun and is one of the best heros... AND THEN WE GET HAWKS BACK STORY. hawks. hero. raised by a villain. if the red and blue, sun and moon, emo/goth and jock, FLAME AND FEATHERS, if those parallels werent enough the father issues sure will! dabi, hero father made him a villain, hawks, villain father made him a hero. the amount of parallels these two have was fuel for the growing fire.

FIRE IN WHICH IT WAS FANON. fanon dabihawks is BEAUTIFUL. the best and probably only light dabihawks will ever shine in 😀😀😀 < gripping horikoshis neck even thought nothing will happen but angst for these two. slightly shifted canon compliant with some queer writing and spicing up the characters a SMIDGE, making them more fit to how they ACTAULLY ARE (in my very (not) humble opinion horikoshi you dont know your own characters like we do) all of that is the mountain of fanfic tropes. we already have enemies to lovers but add a little bit of that battle for dominance play and sexual tension, heavy flirting and fuck buddies OOO BOY. they play and they bite and hawks is number one pretty boy and charms his way past dabi "probably hasnt been flirted with in his life," OR dabi being the brat and attention seeker he is and pushing hawks buttons before dabi gets put in his place. hawks turned genuine lov member because then thats where he sees the TRUTH. or hawks still killing jin but REGRETS IT TO THE MAX and dabi finds him a little after and hawks begging for forgiveness. the league was his only true family but hes been a hero under the commission for so long that killing him was second nature until he realizes. rehabilitation after the war and dabi being captured and hawks still visiting him wherever dabis being held. if you make them even a LITTLE BIT GAY it literally makes things more tragic than just "lets hate each other even though we're walking parallels"

one very popular and loved aspect is red tailed hawks avian hawks and not just his fierce wings. THIS ADDS TO THE MOUNTAIN. youve got a multitude of bird facts like torpor, nesting, cloacas if youre into that, preening, MATING HABITS. hawks being a spy to the league only to see how open they are to their members quirks. spinner and his lizardness needing warmth and insects and shedding and togas fascination and need for blood ( not quirk reasons shes mentally ill but there are healthy ways to get blood so) hawks seeing the league being accepting open AND welcoming to when we dont see ANY OF THAT in his hero work??? especially with dabis inside knowledge of how shit the hero system is with quirk discrimination??? youve got so much to work with here JUST from the aspect of making hawks a hawk mutant. he likes how shiny dabi is with his staples and piercings, he loves the natural warmth coming from him (even if dabis skin is cold), hawks lowkey loving the smell of blood from dabis scars (bird of prey) dabi helping hawks be open to the more avian side of him, he imprints on him and dabi becomes mate in hawks mind, IN TURN hawks showing dabi that even the most shittiest of origins, you can still do good, hawks knowing full well that quirks sucks (molting season, talon clipping, wing care, the overstimulation of senses like sounds hawks has become numb to) and he coaxs that little burning fire thats still in dabi, that he can still do good (dabi said that killing innocent people drove him mad in a negative way so he doesnt enjoy it) two broken souls from quirk discrimination finding solace even with all the shit hero AND villain society treat them. this leads to, along with those above, hurt comfort, slow burn, mutual healing, mutual pining, sunshine x grump, girlboss and malewife, overly affectionate x touch adverse, old married couple, sacrifices too much x sacrifices too little, romantic virgin x romantic confident, annoyed x annoying, gets into fights x patches them up, OBLIVIOUSNESS TO THE MAX, idiots in love, domestic husbands ETC ETC (and the more kinky spicy aspects when it comes to bird genes and a fire quirk)

what makes them even JUCIER is if you make the commission EVIL. EXACTLY WHAT DABI HATES AND DESPISES. another common trope is to make hawks be lowkey abused by the commission hence the whole child soldier thing but hawks has been living with then his whole life so its like, fine for him. dabi being his savior, dabi showing him the league can be his true family, dabi, a villain, being hawkss hero. hawks, who would get his hands dirty just for the sake of justice, shows dabi true heroes are still alive. hawks being an avian mutant adds to the juice because if it was just hawks with fierce wings well you could paint it as just the child soldier BUT WITH THE HETEROMORPH youve got commission being absolute JERKS and forcing hawks to mask his avian-ness, forced to endure people touching his wings left and right, forced to not perch, forced to have them preen his feathers in the way that society views as "perfect," clipping his talons, making him live in a boring ass apartment because "hawks heroes dont care about sentiments, you have to be presentable and collecting 'shiny things' isnt herolike," the league being the EPITOME of quirk freedom, hawks finding solace in the league because hes actually able to be himself and being a heteromorph isnt SHOULDNT be bad, dabi being able to polish his old big brother instincts and take care of hawks nurse him back to help and free him from his bird cage.

SPEAKING OF BIRD CAGES, another beautiful fanon interpretation is DABI HIMSELF BEING A PART OF THE LEAGUE BEFORE HIS REBIRTH. OW. youve got friends to lovers and all the fluff that comes with it (as much as it is being in the commission) dabi and hawks growing up together in the commission only for endeavor to pull dabi out and hawks loses his one true best friend :[ dabi and hawks not knowing how to socialize with other kids but between dabis temper yet caringness and hawks being shy yet a determined bastard, they click LOVINGLY. they bond over shitty fathers (hawks not knowing the extent to his idol OR you can change it up and have hawks despise endeavor secretly but the commission knows hes adored endeavor so he has to suck up the urge to MAIM and KILL the flaming bag of shit because at the time endeavor aint "changing" and he acts EXACTLY like hawkss birth father.) hawks imprinting on dabi his first real friend, taking care of each other through the commissions pains and abuse, sacrificing themselves in order for the other to not be punished. MAJOR ANGST WHEN IT COMES TO DABIS DEATH and hawks loses his spark and throws himself into training to distract the howling pain of his bird side and instincts as he lost a flock member (and potential mate), ONLY TO FIND DABI ALIVE YEARS LATER. the angst of reconciliation to see your love turn yo the darkest sides (dabi being a villain and hawks being a hero both of who they respectively hate) the angst of dabi knowing that without him the commission successfully brainwashed hawks to the point of betrayal on their side and hawks knowing his old beloved is now on the side in which he has to take down and kill (his old beloved truely did die if this is the path dabi went to) THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TO STRANGERS TO ENEMIES AND BACK TO LOVERS. IM GONE O-(-( ORZ. youve successfully wounded me.

the amount of aus/canon divergent situations you can put these two from those three things TOGETHER or SEPARATE/SOLO, soulmates, quirk accident, princess carry, found family, exes to lovers, role reversal, fantasy au, royal au, cyberpunk au, dystopian, apocalypse, sickfic, honeypot turned non sexual intimacy, highschool au, civilians au, quirk swap, body swap, arranged marriage, actual genuine married couple, kindergarten au, amnesia fics, time travel, time travel fix it fics, space au, star wars au, pirates and mermaids, and the wonderful beautiful amount of crack/crack treated seriously is UDGODLY. hawks pranking endeavor, the lov and hawks playing video games, trophy wife dabi, watching disney movies, coming out at the worse times, "HAWKS/DABI WDYM YOUR FUCKING A VILLAIN/HERO," one or more of the todorokis (minus endeavor) being in the league and dabi hating it but hawks loves it (adores shouto, loves and is terrified of fuyumi, gets along w natsuo, DABI YOUR MOM IS A FALLEN ANGEL), dabis mom being in the league and is a better mom in canon and dabis like what the shit or this is my mom fuckers touch her and your burnt and hawks is like but what about affectionate touching (hugs, headbumps etc), hawks learning to build a pillow fort and experience actual good childhoos activities, dabi walking in on hawks (and maybe spinner and toga) indulging in his avian-ness for the first time, dabi cooking for hawks, hawkss nesting habits, gift giving

am i autistic about dabihawks or am i AUTISTIC about DABIHAWKS

if you read this hold this (jesus /AFFECTIONATE I WROTE A LOT.) thank you and hoping to convert you :D

ANON you fucking FEASTED WITH THIS ONE OH MY GOD!!!! You delivered on your promise and brought over the whole damn MEAL!!

(I love the essay thank you so so much for taking time to pour out your thoughts on this ship!!! Ngl I don’t give Dabi enough credit as a character and maybe this ship is one way to kinda explore that and dammit if I am not more intrigued by them than anything else)

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I'm actually writing this post specifically for @deepwoodenheart because they followed my main and were not a porn blog. Thanks! They've recently expressed an interest in Yuichiro Umehara (a voice actor), and @msyuksanh is his number one fan who is the one who actually introduced me to this specific voice actor. Since I watch a ton of anime (an unhealthy amount), I will be running through some of the stuff I have watched (and some stuff I haven't). Some of these are just to make fun of these anime, but I don't fault any seiyuu for taking a bad role because you do what you need to to make that bread 🍞

His list of roles is big but not as big as some other voice actors, so I was able to go through which ones I had watched or heard of quite quickly. He has made some random appearances in other anime that I've watched where I went "Huh, definitely know this guy from somewhere" like Fire Force, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, and Kaguya-sama.

Note: I haven't watched Jojo Part 6 yet or that parody magic anime with the wombat. The anime will go in no specific order, but it generally goes from "good" to "mediocre" to "these anime can go suck cheese" with anything below the "keep reading" being literal trash-tier anime. There's also some missing stuff, especially in terms of idol anime because I haven't watched those and don't plan on it for now. From looking at the cast list, I think his major idol roles are in Magic Kyun, Tsukipro, Ensemble Stars, and Idolmaster SideM (regular Idolmaster is for female idols).

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

I was talking to a friend of mine recently when we went Christmas shopping, and when he saw this manga he went, "I didn't like that one." I personally did like this one. His complaint was that too much time was given to the secondary love interest. Umehara plays a supporting (but recurring) character.

((This scene still makes me laugh to this day. Kaori Nazuka was really funny here.))

Fruits Basket (remake)

Okay, Umehara admittedly barely shows up in this one, but people should watch Fruits Basket no matter who they are. It's good for the soul. That is all.

((It took me so long to find a fricking gif of this bir-- guy.))

Romantic Killer

Anyone who reads this or anyone who has Netflix should go watch this.

((Kabe-down))

Tenchi Souzou Design-bu

This anime is surprisingly not directly creationism, but it sure comes close! As a biology major, this anime was pretty neat, but some of it made me go, "What am I watching anyway?" I'm not an ecology specialist though, so maybe this makes more sense to others. His character is a supporting character, but he has some funny bits.

((He also gets to rap in this role, so that was kind of funny. My other favourite lines are "Wow, Mercury is dead!" and "WOO! SAIKOU NI COOL!!!"))

SSSS.Dynazenon

This one was not nearly as good as Gridman which was already divisive in the mecha community (that I'm not a part of). I heard from others that it was enjoyable, but I personally thought it was a bit of a bore. Props to the casting director for getting Chika Anzai and her cousin Junya Enoki. There are some subbed radio segments that are funny too.

((Also, this is the first anime I watched where he was cast as an ugly adult. Ain't nobody falling for kinoko hair over here. He has also played a piece of sperm, but I digress.))

Dame x Prince

This anime was built for cringe, and it succeeds at cringe. But because it embraces the cringe, it unironically becomes one of the better anime adaptations of an otome game which is like saying you're the tallest dwarf of the seven dwarfs. It also gave a long-running radio with Kaito Ishikawa and Soma Saito.

Shingeki no Bahamut: Virgin Soul

I genuinely remember so little about this anime that I went to go watch clips to refresh my memory, and this anime wasn't even bad. It was mediocre, but for something based off a card game, they did really well. I actually watched this for Sumire Morohoshi and her bubbly character Nina. This is technically a sequel, so you'd need to watch the previous one to fully understand it. Oddly enough, I didn't know the first season was a romance until some characters kissed.

Gakuen Babysitters

This one was essentially built to be a comfort watch. It works at what it wants to do, but I don't like kids. The ending theme is cute, but Nishiyama looked way more into it (Umehara was there to get paid).

Shinchou Yuusha

I personally thought this anime was gonna be a Konosuba, and it kind of was, but it was far more palatable for me (I was not able to make it through Konosuba and will try again at a later date). Aki Toyosaki carries 99% of the comedy in this anime.

((That slime never did anything to youuuuuuu)

Orenchi no Furo Jijou

Fun fact: I watched this before knowing what a shounen ai was! I saw the shounen part and went "Oh, so my demographic" watched it, came out, and went "What. Was. That?!" I don't remember a whole ton about it, but I don't remember it being horrendous. It's just some mermaid in a bathtub. I think this was his debut role, and he does play a main character.

Juuni Taisen

This is probably in a similar boat as Tenkuu Shinpan (later in the list). It's just a bloodbath of an anime, but I will give it credit that it has fanservice for both sides (they sexualize men and women). Anyways, it has a stacked seiyuu cast for something that is so incredibly mediocre.

Tada-kun wa Koi wo Shinai

He had to be replaced partway through due to his acute immune disease. However, I think he recorded it in post-production. Either way, it's a supporting character in an anime that I think wasn't worth the watch besides the banger of an opening. Masayoshi Ohishi has a knack for writing openings for romcoms (he likes romcoms himself).

((He's the glasses guy))

Tenkuu Shinpan

I kinda want to watch this one just to turn off my brain and watch some Battle Royale-style gore.

((That character looks sick.))

Darling in the Franxx

Apparently, you're supposed to watch the first 12 episodes then dip, but come on, when the mechas are built like that, I'm not touching that thing. Even though it has Haruka Tomatsu and one of her most famous characters, I'm not watching it.

((It took me over 100 gifs to find one with Gorou in them despite typing in "Gorou Darling in the Franxx", and he is part of the main cast.))

Goblin Slayer

You know, for such an edgy first episode, this series is so mid at the genre it tries to take on after. Umehara said himself, "He doesn't really say much of importance." This anime has sexual violence (and it's explicit), and it's not even good.

Plunderer

I haven't watched this one, but he does star alongside his bandmate Yoshiki Nakajima. Both of them have been in better anime that is certainly not this one. I even read a chapter or two of the manga when it first started airing and went, "They're really making that, huh?"

((He forgot one streak of hair when dyeing it haha))

Kabuki-bu!

I couldn't make it through three episodes, but maybe I'll try again-- actually, no I won't.

Uchitama

Hmm... I haven't watched this one. It's not hard to see why, but basically, I have not reached that level of degeneracy, and if I do, someone should put me out of my misery.

Senjuushi

Fun fact: This anime is so bad that it has a rating similar to Boku no P-- I'm not finishing that title. I obviously didn't watch this one.

Makura no Danshi

I didn't watch this one, but I saw a video on it and was near tears from laughter and despair because there's no fricking way someone made an anime about this concept AND got Masayoshi Ohishi to write an OP for it. This is the stupidest thing I've seen in a while, and just being close to it made me even more embarrassed that I watch anime. I also listened to Masayoshi's version of the OP before I knew what it was connected to or how to understand some words in Japanese. After learning its association, I was legally obligated to take that song off my playlist.

[feralgodmothers]

You know. Sometimes. When I brave the Gilmore girls tag and see the acid directed at Liz Danes. I remember. She sent jess to Luke when he was 17. Not as a newborn. Not as a toddler. 17. Her parenting might have been lacklustre in Luke , jess and everyone else’s eyes and I’m not defending her on that. But for her to send him to stars hollow at 17 and not earlier she’s imply some sincere effort on her part. And I’m willing to bet jess gave just as much as he got. Basically what I’m trying to say is. I don’t think Liz is completely at fault. And at the same time I don’t think jess is completely blameless in the situation either.

(This one got super long, I’m so sorry anon)

I agree.  Except I’m willing to defend Liz’s parenting (somewhat) if I’m completely honest with you - because I feel like the amount of hatred she gets is extremely disproportionate to what little we learn about her efforts with Jess. Does she deserve some criticism? Yes (but so does everyone else in this show). I think lackluster was a good word choice to describe her parenting. But even though it’s not fantastic, does it really earn the tsunami of hate she gets from the fandom? 

I think Liz is just the first/main person in a long line of people fans want to point their fingers at for Jess’ shortcomings.  While that’s warranted to a degree, I feel like people conveniently overlook the ‘accountability vs. upbringing’ debate that should come into play here. Because - while it’s true that most issues start from childhood and can be traced back to the parenting someone’s received - most people agree that those things can’t and shouldn’t be used as an overall excuse for bad behavior. And it’s like you pointed out - Jess was SEVENTEEN. He was definitely old enough to be held accountable for his actions. He had already lived through like, 95% of his childhood by the time Liz threw in the towel and sent him away to live with Luke - so it’s clear that she didn’t just ship him off on a whim at the slightest inconvenience. She did her best for 17 years (basically alone) and then handed him over to her older brother after he had gotten out of control and she didn’t know what else to do. I think the fandom plays it up to be far more traumatic and serious than it actually is. 

I’ve made a post before in Liz’s defense comparing her to Lorelai, and I still love/heavily sympathize with their contrasting parallels. If I remember right, I think they were about the same age?  Which means Liz had been a teen mom too. I think watching Lorelai do such a phenomenal job against all odds makes people forget just how hard being a single teen mother would be - especially while being away from your family and everyone you used to know. It’s really not unreasonable for someone in that position to be mentally and emotionally unprepared for motherhood.  Where Lorelai had Chris, who was at least willing to marry her and be a regular family, Liz was abandoned by Jess’ father the minute she gave birth. Where some people (Lorelai) are able to pick themselves up by the bootstraps and soldier on with cheery optimism, others (Liz) struggle, and feel completely overwhelmed. Where Lorelai successfully found help and a supportive community, Liz just found crappy, unreliable boyfriends. Yet Liz soldiered on in her own way anyway, throughout several difficult stages of child-rearing. She may not have made the best decisions, and developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms - but she loved her son, and did the best she could to juggle her heavy burdens. Despite battling with addictions, poor self-esteem, and having her heart broken over and over again - she managed to raise her son. And even when she did finally send him away to live with Luke - her motive sounded like it was based on Jess’ well-being and future, rather than just trying to get him out of her hair. 

As far as Jess giving what he got, I’m going to be controversial and say that I think he may have given worse than he got. People act as if Jess only lashed out because his mother sent him away, when it was essentially the other way around. Look at his first real encounter with Lorelai (a woman he didn’t even know): he mocked her to her face when she tried to reassure him, and he barreled right over appropriate personal boundaries when he said “are you sleeping with him? Because you’re either naive or you’re sleeping with him”. 

Like, that is GROSS. A person doesn’t just say that to someone they don’t know out of the blue - by this point, the kid had developed a pattern of saying whatever he wants to people (if he even deigns to speak to them at all).   I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if his last encounter with Liz involved him saying something that cut her deeply, and that that was the reason she didn’t want him back for winter break. For goodness sake - LUKE GOT DRUNK because Jess hurt him so badly during one of their interactions. Jess has a way of jumping right to the most hurtful things to say, and IT BROKE LUKE ONCE. And Luke is the stable one in the family! So imagine Jess’ harsh way with words against his mother, who is way less stable than Luke and also probably way more sensitive. 

(Of course, I’m not trying to flip the script and say that Jess should take all the blame and Liz did nothing wrong. There’s nuance to almost everything, and I think it’s only fair that the discussion surrounding Liz be nuanced as well, and not so one-sided all the time.)

When you look at Jess’ time with Luke - he was only with his uncle for a couple of years, and during that time, Luke had several periods of being run ragged and driven nuts trying to clean up his nephew’s messes and keep him straight. And after only two years - Luke kicked him out as well. Why is it okay when Luke does it, but when Liz does it - she’s considered a menace? We saw how Jess being kicked out in S3 ended up being the best thing for him, so how do we know that Liz kicking him out in S2 wasn’t actually the best thing that she could do for him at the time? I honestly think both decisions were for the best. Luke did have some good influence on him when Liz sent him his way, and Jess FINALLY gets with the program after he’s blown all of his chances with everyone and has to figure crap out on his own. Which is why I’ve said before - coddling is not what Jess needed. Tough love is what he needed, and tough love is what ended up fixing him. Someone like Jess who thinks they know everything and that they have the whole world figured out better than anyone will never learn things the easy way. It wasn’t until his smart mouth, bad attitude, and dumb decisions caught up with him that he was finally able to realize his actions have consequences - and that you can only bite the hand that feeds you so many times before that same hand turns to shoo you off their porch. I think Luke kicking him out also brought home to Jess that his mother sending him away wasn’t just one of her flighty decisions - but rather it’s his own behavior that pushes others beyond their limit.

I’ve seen some explain Jess’ pushing buttons and testing boundaries as some tragic attempt at a self-fulfilled abandonment prophecy (and I do understand and respect their reasoning on that), but personally… I don’t think that’s what it is. I think he does it in a similar way that toddlers do it - to see what they can get away with. Because at that stage, parents are supposed to train their kids with firm and consistent boundaries on what’s acceptable and what’s not - and I don’t think Jess really had much of that. I think Liz was only able to handle surface-level parenting.  I think he got a lot of praise and fussing over in general, but the deeper, more substantial things were met with flighty weakness and emotional deficiency.  Understandably, I think Jess grew up to resent that - since as you get older, you become more aware of the different roles your parent SHOULD fill, and you start to see where they lack. That’s why I also said in a previous post that emotionally neglected children will crave/seek out structure, stability, and discipline - because they want to know at what point you’ll actually step up, be a parent, and GUIDE THEM.  I feel bad for both of them to an extent, but I feel like Jess gets an overabundance of understanding from the fandom, while Liz gets nothing but hate, and it’s very imbalanced imo. We don’t need to infantilize him. We know he has issues - and we can see where some of those issues come from - but that doesn’t give him the right to say and do whatever he wants. 

I also want to address some people’s assumptions about Jess’ being physically abused. Some believe he received rough treatment from one or more of Liz’s exes, and some even imply that Liz herself might have abused Jess. I can’t speak on that with any authority of course (none of us really can, because it’s not something that’s ever brought up in canon) - but I can give my personal opinion, which is: that Jess was not physically abused. 

Liz is very physically affectionate with him, and I paid special attention to his body language around her.

He doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t even recoil in disgust (and we all know how Jess has no trouble expressing disgust). At worst, he just seems to feel a little awkward, and I think that mainly comes from meeting her new boyfriend. (Also, I love that little head nuzzle. He even closes his eyes and leans into it. 🥺 They do have a bond. 💖)  Her touch here is gentle and natural rather than forceful or fake.  And yes, I know - in real life, abusers are known for switching between gentle/loving and harmful/violent. But Jess has the type of personality that would have zero tolerance for hypocrisy. If you ever laid a hand on him, he would never let you touch him again, and by the same token - if any of Liz’s exes had laid a hand on him and Liz had turned a blind eye to it - I think Jess would hold her responsible for that and deny her attempts to embrace him here. I honestly think that at worst, he just couldn’t rely on her to be a stable support, and he gets exasperated by/resents her flightiness. I feel strongly that the tension between them is 100% emotional, because honestly - both Jess and Liz are pretty emotional people, just in different ways. Liz’s emotions are open, exposed, and external - constantly reaching out, while Jess does his best to keep his internal and closed off, essentially hiding behind his sarcasm and rough edges. I think his frustration and disappointment in Liz’s life choices is why he guards his so closely. I think he concluded that Liz’s way of expressing emotion was the “wrong” way and that it brought them no benefits over the years. I feel like he also may have started suppressing his emotions because Liz would be so quick to fuss over him, and that’s not what he needed or was looking for when he had a problem. He needed stability. He needed reliable, long-term solutions. And unfortunately, achieving that (either for herself or for her son) was Liz’s #1 struggle.  I do believe she did her best and was trying, though.

I think she loved him, cared for him, and provided for him the best way she knew how, and again - it wasn’t until she was at the end of her rope in the very last hour that she shipped him off to Luke.  To LUKE - her big brother, who she looks up to and 100% trusts, the only man she could always rely on, and who she believes with her whole heart can fix anything. 

Liz may be far from perfect, but I think she also deserves far more credit. 

[his-catness-tchalla]

Word of Honor ep.03 & 07

[thatonegaytheaterkid]

Omg your genshin personality things are so cool! Can i request one for a Eula personality? Thank you!

AH TYSM! I'm happy to see that you like them!

It's also implied to be male reader but there's no use of any pronouns or anything to really indicate it, but it's still implied to be a male reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️-Minor usage of cursing, unhealthy family dynamics, talks about past trauma

Class 1-A with someone with a Eula type personality

- Getting into UA was already a struggle, not the exam but afterwards

- No one knew you yet you could still feel the cold gases of other students from different classes looking down on you with hostility and suspicion, you're family doesn't have the best reputation so they're the ones to blame really

- They had a history of being some extremely corrupt politicians who did some not so savory things while they had some of the power they once had, you wanted to break from all that and decided that you'd become a pro hero so that you could prove that you weren't like the rest of them since people wo didn't even know you just assumed that you were the same as them

- You didn't want to seem weak so all you could do was hold your head up and stay confidant, trying your best to remain calm and composed as if their words had no effect on you

- All you really did was wish 'vengeance' on all of them with no actual intention of doing so, though it did scare away a few people on numerous occasions

- Even a few people in 1-A still had doubts about you when they first met you in the class, luckily they were able to see through you're rather rough exterior and realize that you had only good intentions in you

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- Now on the topic of class, in your academic rank you're high up on the list, your grades are nothing to be ashamed of whatsoever since all you've ever gotten was either full marks or in your upper 90s

- You had always been intellectually inclined, even at a young age because of the sheer amount of pressure your family would put on you to do well in practically everything

- You were constantly being tutoured without a moment of rest and if you were ever caught slacking then you would be severely punished, because of that you were never allowed to pursue anything that you yourself wanted because they would see it as 'foolish and a waste of time'

- Though there was one thing you were able to do, but it was only when you were alone or at night when no one would be awake

- Dancing, it was your favourite thing to do, even without music you could still be able to move with any amount of grace, it's also what led you to having good senses to be able to know where to hide or dodge from something since it broadened your perception of the environment surrounding you

- All those years of teaching yourself to dance even makes it's way into the way you fight

- Every move you do is swift and well thought out, your movements are fluid and flexible, watching you fight is like a snowflake gliding in the cold wind

- During combat you're cold and merciless, you make sure to always stay persistent and unwilling to give up, thus far you've never lost a a single match and have even made a bit of a name for yourself, your ard work is never looked down on by the class

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- You and Todoroki have formed a good relationship with one another, you both understand how much of a toll pressure from your family can have on one another, he knows what it's like to have never gotten a second of peace, getting punished for even the smallest of things, he understands the weight of family all too well

- Because of that, you're both able to confide in eachother about past issues, even being able to straighten a few things out for one another and feeling safe to open up about darker topics, but you're both not just each others therapist, you both consider yourselves friends, still able to joke about things and talk about things other than trauma

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- You and Bakugou train together often, most of it is usually just you showing him how to be a bit more fluid in his attacks instead of staying so stiff, Kirishima joins in every so often but has a bit of a harder time so he takes a time off to learn everything properly for himself, which you help him out with on the side

- Bakugou's wanted to learn how to be more flexible to become more proficient in a variety of different attacks and dodging mannerisms, so what better person to go to than you? You're like a human bendy ruler to him

- Along with a multitude of other things, he wouldn't admit that he thoroughly enjoys your classes

- He likes them mostly because you aren't soft on him, you aren't afraid to raise your voice at him at all or go easy on him, hell, on the first class the first thing you both started off with was how to do a split so you could demonstrate how to do a miscellany of attacks with it, he could barely walk after because of how sore he was

- But it was worth it because it's literally the funniest thing seeing him mid fight do a split then go on his hands, spin and kick the shit out of someone

- Because of you he's way more flexible now and he's able to move around faster with more rhythm in his attacks, n where as good as you but he'll get there one day if you teach him long enough

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- You've had your good few experiences of being shunned so you know your way around making a quick meal, you even know how to forage

- Sato's taken an interest in this and he likes when you show him the different dishes and recipes you've made up that've sustained you before, it's the only time he'll really branch out from making sweets and try something brand new to him

- Uraraka likes learning about them too, not for the same reason but because of the convenience and how fast you can make it all with limited ingredients, the less money you need to spend making a meal the better right? Especially if it can properly sustain you (but always make sure to eat proper meals and take care of yourself)

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- You and Jirou hang out in her dorm a lot, she likes playing music to see you dance to it, sometimes she'll just play music from a speaker or her phone and you both dance together to it, your personal favourites are the Waltz and the Tango, a bit basic but still fun, she prefers more upbeat stuff but still loves dancing with you either way

- Sero and Tokoyami are also surprisingly good at those types of dances as well, Sero's personal favourites are anything that he can spin and throw you around in

- Tokoyami likes prefers more anything more hands-on, a more guilty pleasure of his is dipping you down, he's a such sucker for it, any dance that ends up or involves dipping you down is in his top favourites

[viharbinger]

hiyaa, dya think you could write a thingy with reigen and like hes stressed about work and somehow accidentally confesses feelings for reader..? like hes listing things that are stressing him out and one of them is how the reader is always around and he feels he needs to be like perfect around them.? if you dont wanna do this, just ignore but ye. :) 🧃

Sleepy Confessions

date: 1/4/22 - 3/4/22

pairings: reigen x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: mention of drugs (nothing bad i promise) i wrote this when i was also sleepy but its oKay i guess!! fluff 🔥🔥 also i suck at writing lols dies

word amount: 1.0k

a/n: i kinda got a little sidetracked because i didnt read your request properly hekp but i tried to make it as close as possible to your req anyway ^_^ also one of my first requests ever and first fic about reigen ever so i hope i did good 😰 reblogs and likes highly appreciated!!

It's almost been a week since the self proclaimed psychic has had any good sleep. He's been doing his paperwork day in and day out non stop, and not even Mob could do anything about it because of how stubborn he is.

As he was signing some of the documents, his mind would unconciously drift onto you, from how you would always show a beautiful and bright smile.. To how you would always scold him when he's taking his work too far, or how you would always- He quickly caught himself before he thought of you anymore, as his eyes were getting even heavier just thinking of you, the pen on his hand also started getting loose. Its like you were some kind of relaxant drug to him.

He glanced at the clock on the wall behind him, the light on his computer being the only light source which allowed him to read the clock which read 6.24am. The sun had come up already, but was shut by the blinds in the office. It was just a bit more time before you would arrive to help him open the office. He looked back at the paperwork and there was still some more to do. Yawning, he stood up and walked to the office's kitchen to fix himself a coffee with no sugar.

Finishing up the coffee, he turned on the kitchen sink and splashed his face with cold water, then took a rag on the counter to wipe his face with. He took a long sip on the hot coffee, sucking up the burning sensation on his tongue whilst striding over to his seat in front of the computer again. All he could do while doing his work was think about you.

His eyes got droopy again while finishing up the documents, the grip on his pen loosened, causing him to accidentally write nonsense on the paper before he eventually falls asleep.

Half an hour later, you jingled your keys on the door to open it before laying your sight on the sleeping man. You usually come to work to see him as early as 7am, but lately he's been stressed from work so it's not really a surprise to see him in such a state. You sighed in disappointment at the sight, walking over to him.

He definitely did not smell like he's showered in the last 12 hours, his head was laid down on the table, using his arm as a pillow rest and drool was already dribbling down his mouth.

You shook him to wake him up, at least so you could bring him to a more comfortable spot, the couch in the office. He woke up from the sudden movement, confused at first but then immediately straightened his back when he realised it was you. He didnt want to seem like a slacker in front of you.

"You fell asleep again at the office! Do you realise how unhealthy this is?" You scolded him, helping him get up from his seat and over to the couch across the room. You sat him down on the couch, bringing over some blankets in the closet for him.

All that facade of trying to look responsible and competent in front of you rendered useless when he fell asleep again just waiting for you on the comfortable cushions. When you came back, you sighed in relief that at least he's finally letting himself rest and let loose around you. You put the blanket over him and made sure to puff up the pillows for him.

You cleaned up his desk and area for a bit, then looked around aimlessly as there was nothing else to do. Mob wouldn't come around until the afternoon as he had after school sessions, and Serizawa would come around in a few hours. Usually, you and Reigen would prepare to open business for the day, but he was sleeping. Silence filled the air before you suddenly heard Reigen mumble something under his breath. You thought you were hearing things so you ignored it, but then it happened again.

You walked closer to listen and tried make out what he was saying. "....ou know why I'm always like this?" His eyes were still shut as he mumbled out his words, maybe he was sleep talking.

"I... Don't really have psychic powers. I felt kind of ashamed... letting Mob do all the work so I do anything else to compensate for it.. But it just doesn't feel right." That's when you knew he definitely wasn't asleep now. You always knew he wasn't psychic, but you never thought he would actually admit it out loud.

You squat down next to him, humming in response to his whispers. He rubs his eyes and shifts a little on the couch in acknowledgement to your attention on him, his voice started to crack a little as he continued, no longer mumbling.

"I just don't think I'm good enough for you. I don't want you to be disappointed in me, I, I really like you, as more than a friend. I just have this need to be perfect around you because I'm scared you wouldn't like me. Occupying myself with paperwork just seems to get it off my mind so-" You interrupted him so he stopped rambling by reaching over to gently remove his hands from his eyes to reveal that they are indeed teary.

"You don't have to act that way around me, idiot." You chuckled, eyes softening when seeing his eyes were red from the amount of rubbing and slight crying he'd done earlier. "If you feel ashamed for always making Mob do all the work, then increase his pay, why don't you?" You flicked his forehead, laughing as he groans from the sudden contact.

You smiled softly at his reaction, moving over to brush the hair off his face. You reached over for his hands, slowly intertwining them with yours, planting a soft kiss on them. "And... I like you too, Reigen. "

He had no time to blush, being far too tired to. But you know he was very happy to hear those three words as he finally managed to crack up a toothless smile. You two have a lot of talking to do when he finally wakes up, which is probably going to take more than half a day. But at least, he's lifted the weight off his shoulders and finally found sleep again, all thanks to you.

[when-worlds-end-archive]

Never Again My Dear

A/N - Another Marvel man showed up on my feed and I had to do his return from the snap. I know there’s the lot of these fics out there but it’s too wholesome of a prompt to pass up, especially for the sort of angst writing that I normally do (I try to keep it pretty fluffy for Tumblr). Please know that as a person who has used self harm as an escape, I am not glorifying the act nor am I encouraging it in this fic. This character knows it’s an unhealthy habit, she knows it doesn’t fix the problem, and I do my best to make that very clear. With that out of the way, down the rabbit hole of angst to fluff we go!

Day 10 of Writer’s Block Challenge

Pairing(s) : Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary : Your husband Stephen finally returns after the five year blip.

Warning(s) : TW! Descriptive self harm. Please don’t read this if you are not in the correct headspace to do so. Super angst to floofy fluff.

Word Count : 1,369

It’s been five years since the snap, five years since half the universe’s population ceased to exist, five torturous years without your husband.

Rather than returning to the normal world like all of your friends had, you took up work within the sanctum, helping Wong with his Sorcerer Supreme duties and keeping all of Stephen’s things intact. It was one of the few ways you could feel like he was still with you after years without his touch, his voice, his presence.

It had been extremely hard, getting used to all the changes and the feeling of being incomplete. It had taken countless sleepless nights and crying in the arms of your closest friends before things began to feel even the least bit bearable.

During that time, you’d slowly fallen back into some of your past bad habits. Once again you were skipping meals you knew you shouldn't, pulling all nighters you knew you didn’t need to, even going as far as doing things to feel any pain other than emotional. You weren’t proud of your choices by any means but you made no apologies for the ways you chose to cope, especially when they hurt no one but yourself.

Under most circumstances, they probably would have hurt the people around you, but you took precautions to make sure no one looked under your sleeves or noticed your scars. It was better that way, for everyone.

Even so, despite all your meticulously planning, you had the sinking suspicion that Wong knew. He never came out and said that he did, but his subtle changing of your duties so that you were almost always accompanied by someone else made you think so.

And while you hated being babied, you appreciated the sentiment, the show that he cared. You also knew that he wasn’t just doing it for you, he was doing it for Stephen too. He was doing it because you were his best friend’s wife, because you weren’t the only one remembering him.

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On this particular morning, you were having a rough time.

You had woken up in one of his shirts only to realize his scent had finally disappeared due to the amount of nights you’d spend curled up in it. One of your last reminders of how he made you feel safe was gone.

You were already forgetting exactly what his voice sounded like, exactly what his touch felt like, you couldn’t loose his scent too, you couldn’t forget what being with him felt like. You couldn’t, you couldn’t, you couldn’t.

As you lay curled up in a ball with tears streaming down your face, your heart feeling like it was being pulled out of your chest, you felt the overwhelming urge to replace the extreme emotion pain you were feeling with whatever physical pain you could inflict. You just needed to get to the bathroom.

When you finally make it there, you collapse harshly onto the cold tile. It takes all your strength to pick yourself up off the ground enough to rummage around for the shaver that would give you that sweet stinging relief.

As your hands shake violently, you begin to remove a blade from the shaver, the metal feeling cold in your hand as you grip it tightly, holding it over your wrist but not bringing it down.

You’re at war with yourself. You know it isn’t healthy, you know it isn’t a solution, you know it isn’t going to take away your pain in the long term, but you also know you need some sort of relief. You can’t bear the pain in your chest, the pain in your head, it’s killing you from the inside out.

With the last shred of your resolution breaking, you press the blade deep into your wrist, pulling across gently, ripping at your skin slowly. When you finally drop the blade, what used to be thin red lines are now quickly dripping blood onto the white rug beneath you.

The agony soon hits you like a semi-truck, a forced gasp leaving your lips as you lean your head back against the tub, eyes squeezed shut as the pain swiftly overtakes you. 

It burns. It burns like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The rest of your body feels weak, slumping against the wall as waves of hot and cold wash over you, as anxiety takes root deep in your stomach.

Did I cut too deep? Did I go too far? Am I going to die? Those words repeat over and over in your mind as your vision starts to blur, as the buzzing in your ears gets louder and louder.

You stay slouched against the tub for what feels like hours, waiting anxiously for the symptoms to go away, to let you be, to indicate that you’re okay and eventually they do.

Eventually you’re able to muster the strength to sit up and take care of yourself, slowly disinfecting your wounds with rubbing alcohol and wrapping them tightly in bandages.

Once you're satisfied with your results, you slip back into your bedroom to grab a long sleeve jacket to cover the wrappings as you begin to walk around the cold Sanctum.

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After walking around for a while, about ten minutes, you come to the conclusion that you are the only person in the building, something you had never experienced before.

After deciding to not question the reason and wanting to take advantage of the situation, you head to the kitchen to prepare some pancakes. It was a practice both men in your life would disapprove of if they were there. Luckily for your cravings for pancakes, and unluckily for the rest of you, they weren’t.

An hour later, after hand preparing the batter and heating up the pan, the smell of blueberry pancakes and the sound of Mr. Brightside at full volume is circling around the room.

You’re so engrossed in consuming your breakfast and screaming the lyrics to your favorite song that you don’t hear the doors of the Sanctum open and a voice calling out your name.

It isn’t until he’s standing in the doorway that you notice him, your eyes widening in shock as your plate crashes to the floor with a loud bang, the porcelain splintering into a million tiny pieces.

You don’t want to believe it’s him. You don’t want to get your hopes up again. You’ve dreamed of this moment a millions time and you can’t suffer through the loss of losing him a single time more.

“You’re not real,” you whisper, backing away, every shred of willpower being used to not run towards this perfect mirage.

“I am,” he states, his voice sounding so real, so flawless.

“You’re not,” you state firmly, shaking your head as tears beginning to cloud your eyes.

That’s all it takes for him to surge forwards, for him to wrap you tightly in his arms, for him to hold your face in his hands, for him to press his lips harshly against yours to make up for all those lost years. And as his scent floods your senses, you feel safe for the first time in years.

The happy feeling doesn’t last long however as the guilt begins to eat away at you, the knowledge of what you’d done, the habits you’d fallen back into plaguing your mind, ruining the moment between you and your husband, the only person you’d ever apologize to for doing what you’d done.

“What’s wrong?” He asks softly, immediately noticing that your heart was no longer in the kisses.

“I couldn't stop myself,” you whisper, “even though I promised you, I couldn't stop myself.”

“You never need to apologize for the way you coped when I wasn't here,” he tells you sternly, lifting your chin so that you were looking into his eyes, “if anything you should blame me for ever putting you in a position where you felt that it was your only option.”

“How about we skip the blame and just promise each other to never do this again?” You ask softly, loving your husband for never blaming you, for always understanding you.

“Never again my dear,” he whispers, holding you tightly once more, “never again.”

[missjaystone]

New In Town

Summary: Your husband is finally ready to settle into a home, until the local sheriff pokes his head where it doesn’t belong

Pairing(s): Robert Pronge x Reader, future Lee bodecker x Reader

Word count: 3,060

Warning(s): sex trafficking mentioned, brainwashing implied, Robert Pronge, swearing, dubious consent to sex, implied domestic abuse, alcohol, red flag relationship, unhealthy relationship, rose-colored glasses perspective

A/N: Maybe I’ll make this a series? 

How long had you been on the road? A couple of days? A week? The motels and roadside diners all looked the same, but you trusted your husband Robert when he said he'd found the perfect place for the two of you to settle down, he just wouldn't tell you anything about the place or how he found it. You just had to trust he'd do what was best for the both of you, just as you'd always trusted him to do what he thought was best for you. Robert saved you from a life of sex trafficking and abuse. Robert fiercely protected you from people who wanted to take you from him. He put a stop to the people who pretended to be your friends just to drive a wedge between you; he watched your almost every move to make sure you were always safe, he took any trouble out of your life and made big decisions so you wouldn't have to stress. He always said all you needed to do was to be his good girl and with everything he did for you, it was the least you could do for him.

You felt him gently shaking your shoulder some to awaken you, his voice soft but clearly excited "hey, wake up, kitten. We're here." You let out a tired hum and stretched as you looked outside at the house in front of you. It was a standard ranch-style house painted a pale, medium blue-grey with light trim, a good amount of windows, a decently sized but bare front yard and it looked fairly big. Your excitement grew as you scampered out of the car to get a better look at the house, your heart melted as you saw the mailbox. You ran your fingers over the white painted lettering 'Mr. and Mrs. Pronge'. For the first time since you got married almost seven years ago, you finally had a home together that felt like a home.

"What do you think, Kitten? Do you like it?" He asked from where he leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded over his chest as he watched you take it all in. "I love it!" You said excitedly, practically bouncing over to him and wrapping him in a tight hug "it's perfect." He wasted no time letting his hand fall to your ass while the other cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a dominating kiss that would make any watching neighbors turn away in shock at the overly intimate display. Everything about Robert was dominating and you'd long since gotten used to it. When he finally pulled his lips away from yours, he huskily whispered "why don't we get inside and you can show daddy just how grateful you are?" He was already leading you inside before he even finished his sentence, he knew you'd agree, you always did what he said; he'd trained you that way himself.

The inside of the house seemed to have all the major furnishings; a couch, a coffee table, a recliner, a dining set, and from what you could see of the rooms down the hallway, they had furnishings as well. He sat on the couch and looked at you briefly, clearing his throat after a minute, a signal for you to get in front of him. You hurried to kneel in front of him, hastily unbuttoning his pants; the last thing you wanted was to make him mad by being slow. You pulled his pants and boxers down a bit, just enough to free his member. Taking the hardened member in your hand, you stroked slowly and looked up at him, batting your eyelashes as you waited for permission. You knew how much he hated when you did things without explicit permission and you hadn't done anything that required any kind of punishing in four years.

When he nodded for you to continue, you wasted no time taking him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take in more of him little by little. His fingers loosely tangled in your hair and his head fell back, soft swears and hisses leaving his lips. "That's it kitten, such good girl for daddy," he muttered when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, bucking his hips and reveling in the sound of you gagging around him. These were the moments he lived for, the ones where he had absolute, undebatable control over you. Sure, he had absolute control over you already but in these moments, the control was palpable; if anyone came in and saw this, they'd know exactly how much power he had over you, how much he owned you.

His fingers tightened in your hair, almost painfully so, making you pick up speed. He bucked his hips just to hear your gag, a smirk settling on his face as he listened to the sounds you made; the gagging when he went too far down your throat, the slurping of your warm, wet mouth trying to accommodate his entire length, the small needy whimpers as you squeezed your legs together to gain some friction for yourself. His hips bucked harder when he felt you beginning to fondle his balls while your other hand stroked what didn't fit in your mouth "oh fuck, Kitten, you're doing so good for me, you're such a good girl; daddy's almost there." He smirked to himself as you went just a bit faster; he knew the praise was exactly what you needed to finish him. He held your face flush against him as he came with a loud 'fuck', a blissful grin on his face when he felt you swallowing his load.

After catching his breath, he finally let go of your hair so you could get up. "You're such a good kitten for daddy, I'm so proud of you," he praised, making you perk up while quickly wiping the mostly dried tears on your face. "How'd you set all of this up?" You asked curiously as you snuggled into his chest. "My long work trips the past few months, I've been coming up here for a week at a time to buy and fix up this place. I wanted to give my perfect little kitten the best home possible," he nuzzled his nose against yours with a grin. You straightened his glasses some and leaned down to give him a soft kiss "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bobby, I love you so much." "I know, Kitten," he said with a hum.

His satisfied expression quickly turned to one of unbridled annoyance and anger when there was a knock on the door. "Go to the bathroom down the hall and clean yourself up," he ordered as you both stood up, tucking himself back into his pants. You nodded and hurried off to the bathroom while he opened the door, a muffled conversation could be heard while you cleaned up your face. Robert didn't care for you in makeup, he only liked when you wore mascara and lipstick. He said he liked watching the mascara run when you cried if and when he got too rough and the way your lipstick smudged when he grabbed your face to pull you into a bruising kiss. He liked to make a mess of you.

"Honey! Come meet our new neighbors!" He called cheerily, playing the part of a normal, jovial husband. You hurried to finish cleaning up, removing any trace of what just happened and straightening out your dress before you hurried to the front door with a smile on your face. "This is my wife, (y/n). Sugarbear, these are our neighbors Sandy and Carl Henderson, they live a couple of houses down the road and this is Sandy's brother Lee Bodecker, he's the sheriff of this fine town," Robert introduced, slinging his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer to his side. Though subtle, it was impossible for you to miss the way he grits his teeth and clenched his jaw when introducing the sheriff. You stuck your hand out and shook hands with the three of them, Lee holding your hand a little too long for comfort, but you ignored it, quickly clasping your hands in front of you and plastering a smile "it's nice to meet you all."

"Why don't you come in for a beer and we'll get to know each other some?" Robert suggested through slightly gritted teeth. He didn't exactly want to visit, he was more interested in breaking in the bedroom, and he definitely didn't want the sheriff in his house but he needed to appear nice and amicable. Robert led them into the living room while you went to the fridge to get drinks, not surprised to find he'd already purchased some on one of his earlier trips. You passed the beers and kept a bottle of water for yourself. When you went to sit down on the only spot available, next to the sheriff, Robert quickly pulled you into his lap, his arm around your waist "thanks, babygirl." "So, what brought y'all to our little town?" Sandy asked after taking a sip. "I just thought it was time for us to settle down somewhere and it was time to get out of Jersey," Robert answered.

"How'd the two of y'all meet? You seem, uh, pretty different," Lee asked as he eyed you both, his gaze lingering on where Robert's hand rested near your inner thigh. "It's actually kind of a funny story, do you wanna tell it Bobby or should I?" You asked as you smiled at him. "I'll tell it, baby, you always get the details mixed up," Robert said. He cleared his throat "I used to drive an ice cream truck and she always brought her little brother when I came by the park or her neighborhood. She was always wearing this adorable necklace with an ice cream cone pendant and it just felt like a sign. After the first time I saw her, I knew she was the only girl for me so I started giving her free ice creams whenever they came by and it took an entire summer before she caught on. I took her out to dinner at this restaurant by the sea and I clearly impressed her because now, we've been married for seven years."

Sandy awed at the story and smiled "that's so sweet and romantic." "It's certainly somethin' alright," Lee muttered before taking a drink. "Maybe if you had half the romance Robert has you wouldn't be an alcoholic divorcé," Sandy said as she took a drink, earning a harsh glare from her brother. "What're you doin' now?" Carl asked, quickly trying to change topics before his wife and brother-in-law came to blows. "I'm a private contractor. I'm pretty good with tools if I do say so myself and my wife can tell you how good I am with my hands," Robert said, a smug grin on his face as he eyed the sheriff. "I'm afraid you might've moved to the wrong town then, not a lot of need for private contractors out here," Lee warned lowly. "I've got contracts in surrounding cities, Knockemstiff was just a nice central point for my work," Robert countered. "And what about you, (y/n)?" Sandy asked with a soft hum. "I'm an artist but it's just for fun, I could never sell anything I make," you said humbly. You weren't necessarily a bad artist, you'd been told you were pretty good by a number of people but you doubted anything would sell. Robert always said it was a good little hobby anyway, nothing more.

The three of them stayed over for another half hour before they left, Lee lingering in the doorway "I guess I'll be seein' y'all around." "Well, we live here now so probably," Robert deadpanned, some annoyance and zero amusement in his tone. Lee chuckled sarcastically "right, well I suppose it was nice to meet you both." Lee finally turned his attention to you, taking your hand and softly kissing your knuckles with a wicked grin "it was definitely a pleasure meeting you, Sweetheart. If you ever need anything, you just call or come on down to the station and I'll drop everything." "We'll see you around, sheriff," Robert sneered the title through clenched teeth as if the word alone felt like acid in his throat, his arm around your waist drawing you closer into his side. "So if you'll excuse us, we have to go break in our new home," he smirked at the glare he received.

Almost the second after the door was shut, Robert was dragging you to the bedroom, his speed had you nearly tripping over your own feet as you struggled to keep up. He pushed you onto the neatly made bed and pulled his shirt off, impatiently unzipping and removing his pants "I don't want you anywhere near that fucking piece of shit. Got it?" His voice radiated fury. "Now strip for me, quickly, I'm gonna mark up your pretty little body so nobody can question who's you are," he ordered. You knew better than to argue, quickly pulling your dress over your head and tossing it aside.

Already impatient and angry, Robert ripped your bra off and ignored your quiet yelp. He smirked when he went to remove your underwear, only to find nothing there. "You're such a good little slut not wearing panties, you were just waiting for me to fuck your little cunt, weren't you kitten?" He taunted as he slowly ran his thumb through your folds, savoring the soft whimpers. "You aren't gonna go anywhere near that sheriff, are you, kitten?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice as his thumb moved up to your clit, suddenly pinching the little bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger when you didn't answer quick enough. "Are you, kitten?" He repeated harshly, a hard glare on his features. You quickly shook your head and bit back a yelp "I won't, Bobby." "Good,"  he muttered before swiftly thrusting his member into your channel. He always began with a rough pace, and tonight was no different. "Remember, kitten, cops didn't fucking save you," he chided, each word punctuated when his hips angrily connected with yours. "I did. Not them," he growled sharply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and brought you into a bruising kiss, his facial hair making it feel rougher than it already was, than he already was.

There's wasn't enough time between each slam of his hips for you to speak, you could just nod and return the fervent kiss. "Say it, kitten, promise me you aren't ever going near him," he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed until you opened your eyes, looking into the furious storm in his ocean eyes. "I promise, Bobby I-I won't go near the sheriff," you swore as best you could even with the tight, bruising grip on your jaw. "That's my good girl," Robert chuckled darkly before again pressing his lips to yours in a breath-stealing kiss that muffled any of the sounds you were going to make. Your almost-pained sounding moans filling the room were music to his ears. Each thrust of his hips sent the head of his member to the deepest areas of your core, battering the walls that enveloped his length so tightly. Robert's face dipped down to your collarbone, alternating between sucking or biting the sensitive skin and kissing or laving at the angry marks left behind by his teeth and beard. 

When his hand finally let go of your jaw, it fell between your bodies to your clit. The rough pad of his thumb settled over your swollen, needy bud and began rubbing fast, cruel circles as his own thrusts became more ragged and erratic. "You gonna be a good girl and cum for your daddy, sugar?" He asked with a smirk when he felt your walls begin to flutter around him. You nodded wordlessly, biting your lip some as you looked up at the look of concentration on his face. "Use your fucking big girl words, kitten, c'mon now," he spat angrily, a slight sadistic grin briefly appearing on his face at the way you jumped to correct yourself "y-yes daddy!" "Go ahead, baby, cum for me. Now," he demanded, pinching your clit as he did. Something between an anguished gasp and a surprised moan left your lips as you tumbled over the edge of the cliff. In the midst of your own high, you felt him thrust a few more times before he stilled above you as he came. With his face nuzzled in between your breasts, his hip's violent thrusting slowed to a lazy rutting before completely stopping as he came down from his high.

Not out of affection or concern, but instead caught up in his own bliss, he slowly pulled out. With a smile on his face, he looked over your body; scars from years earlier littered your skin, bruises old and new in varying colors were painted across the surface. Once he got comfortable on his side of the bed, he took a cigarette and lighter out of the nightstand drawer and lit it. He half-heartedly draped his arm around your shoulder after taking a long drag "get some rest kitten, you'll have to go to the store in the morning." "Night, Bobby," you said with a soft hum as you pecked his cheek "I love you." "You too, kitten."

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After leaving the new neighbor's house, Lee headed back to the station to make a couple of calls, starting with the police in their New Jersey town. The other line rang and rang and rang, almost making Lee hang up until finally, a gruff voice answered. "Hello?" "Is this the Dumont chief of police?" Lee asked. "Who's askin'?" The man demanded to know. "My names sheriff Lee Bodecker of Knockemstiff, Ohio. I had some questions about a former resident who's moved into my jurisdiction," Lee said truthfully. "Who?" The man asked. "Robert Pronge," Lee answered firmly. Then other side went quiet for a moment. "Don't start down that rabbit hole, sheriff. It'll send you straight to hell," the man warned before he hung up.

@bdffkierenwalker @anarchistbeauty

[royslovelanguage]

tell me about hardison. please please tell me about hardison. i am asking i do v much want to know what you think

did i make this gifset as an escapism from studying? no. no, of course not.

ANYWAYS. since i already a lil post with some writing about my favourite parts of hardison's character, i thought i'd make a gifset of my top 10 favourite ✨alec hardison✨ moments, in order.

10) 2.08 – it's moments like these that make me remember hardison was the one pulling this reluctant family closer together, and none of them know how to behave now that they're part of a family.

9) 2.05 – this grift in general is just hilarious, as well as the episode. aldis hodge is just great at delivering these kind of comic relief/serious lines.

8) 1.02 – he sets the tone! he is literally the glue – after nate. he is the mission statement. he's just a young sociable guy who's really good with computers, looking to use his skills, and then he finds them, and it's oh, i can steal from people, hang out with these weird, talented people, AND be on the moral high ground?

7) 3.04 – now there are lots of fun moments in this episode, but i like him here, just doing the impossible trying to keep the 'rottweiler' from biting all of his friends.

6) 3.04 – need i say anything? (but i will nonetheless.) i mean, he's just breathtaking here, hypnotism aside. it was one of the times that made me wonder what else is in hardison's past? violin is one of the harder instruments to learn and he just ended up being crazy good at it at 14 (iirc)? literally king shit.

5) 4.10 – he is a problem solver, he is a lover, he is a decent hummer. i just love how into it he gets. the way he loves parker is one of my favourite things about him. just before i started watching leverage i was like "god, are there any good het relationships on tv", and then i just saw hardison with his joy at everything parker did and his understanding when she couldn't quite voice what she wanted yet. a being of love and nerdiness, he is!

4) 4.07 – i swear there is cocaine in the season 4. this episode was everything. but this scene? the quiet but overwhelming fear? him working to help the team find him as much as he can? every time i watch this scene i can't look away. "i don't want to be alone again." sir you are literally driving me insane.

3) 5.09 – now this is obviously one of THEE episodes of the series, the ot3 episode. i also love love love how they went full ham on showing off hardison's skills (which i wrote about here), but i LOVE an unhealthy amount how they showed his fear, and therefore his bravery. eliot and parker work through stressors fairly efficient, but hardison's fear is overwhelming, and alone, he couldn't temper it. this moment for his character was so important because after years of doing the hard job so that other people can have some security, he believes he has reached the limits of his skills. we're nearing the end of the season and we're seeing the most intense version of his fear.

2) 4.01 – i would rank this episode in my top 5 of the whole series, but that's for another day. his dramatic moment is funny (and i think that's its main intention) but it's also touching. i mean, he's just tapping at his computers not sure if his best friends' are okay, if the job is going to work, and then he hears their voices again, and you can see the weight come off of him. another show of his strength!

1) 3.07 – if i could describe to you how much this scene makes me laugh. hardison complains so much and his whole monologue is makes me scream (humorously). it's number one just for the pure hysterics of it. (for the reader's peace of mind, i am black.) from a wide view of the show, i just like how, with hardison's character, he's a black guy, not a Black Guy. it's not his personality, but it is his experience. it's not the main act, but it is an undercurrent. obviously leverage is not the type of show to make nuanced statements on race, but i think moments like this are just it! yes we live in a fucked world. yes it sucks. yes write about it and make the stories we tell an escape of that fact and a re-rendering of that fact.

alrighty, that's all folks. tl;dr alec hardison is the king of found family, a genius, and a very talented complainer <3

[animeyanderelover]

Sorry for the long wait, anon. I did the letter C with Undertaker before so I left it out in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, sabotage, isolation, stalking, overprotective Yandere, controlling Yandere, mentions of kidnapping

Yandere Alphabet

Sebastian Michaelis

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🐈‍⬛Affection is an important key for a healthy and strong relationship, humans love when they’re being shown love through multiple ways, though some prefer one love language. That is what the demon has learned throughout his time on the earth where he needed to observe humans to blend in and so he uses what he’s learned in front of his darling. And that in multiple forms as well, words of praise and adoration, gifts, quality time or physical affection. If his s/o should prefer a special sort of affection over others, for example physical affection, Sebastian still make it a point to use this specific love language more than others.

🐈‍⬛I wouldn’t put him into a category where he is smothering unless he feels particularly needy or knows that his darling wants it. As a demon he has this certain need to at least have physical contact with his mate throughout the day and he never really refuses to give his darling signs of love at all. With this being said, he might lessen the amount of affection he has for his s/o as some sort of punishment or when they start becoming a bit bratty. An opposite situation would be if he has a quite bashful darling who easily gets embarrassed in which case he would want to get them used to his affection.

Confession-How do they make their feelings visible? Would they ever confess to their darling?

🐈‍⬛Sebastian starts by paying quite a lot of attention to you, his little mate deserves all of the attention after all. With his good looks and the experience that he can charm and seduce whoever he desires the demon won’t really be able to avoid this slightly arrogant confidence that he’ll be successful in regards of his darling as well. And dear god, he feels secretly smug whenever he notices the clear signs that his darling has already gained a crush on him. Spending time together, listening to their worries and stories and making himself look like the perfect partner for the s/o in many eyes. But gaining your love is what the demon truly desires.

🐈‍⬛I think he would, Sebastian is basically courting his darling ever since he first introduced himself to them. All the presents, the time he invests and the emotional support he provides should bring that over to pretty much everyone. It’s not like Sebastian plans to have a normal human relationship with his darling, he isn’t human and his sense of love and possession is far beyond the feelings of an average human. Still though, there is this certain pleasure he would feel the moment his darling would accept his confession, before he’d show his true side.

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🐈‍⬛Being possessive is not the same as jealousy and if we’re being honest in here, Sebastian looks down on humans a lot and doesn’t feel insecure in comparison to them at all. This is what you call a demon’s pride. Why would he ever feel jealous if all humans are only snacks and greedy creatures whilst he can provide you with whatever you might desire? Even having someone flirting, even if triggering his possessive side, merely makes him feel pitifully amused. After all, he has no such worries of getting rid of someone if they were to displease him.

🐈‍⬛The moment Sebastian becomes jealous, it’ll have to take a bit. But his jealousy isn’t very pleasant to endure for the criminal who can feel the weird shift of air around them. There won’t be any sign of dislike at first, Sebastian keeping his usual butler attitude yet the glances exchanged appear to be colder than normally, a certain snarky remark will always be made and all mistakes and things that could have been done better will be pointed out. It can lead others into feeling quite embarrassed and even insecure after a time and that might not even be the worst he can do. He’ll gladly humiliate and expose people he feels jealous of and he’ll handle them with a passive aggression that might not even be noticed as one. If he is met with a very persistent guy he might just shortly let glitches of his real form appear.

Xoanon-How much do they worship their darling?

🐈‍⬛The demon's precious little mate. As important as Sebastian’s darling is to him, there is always his own selfish desires and needs somewhere in between all his adoration and love. There is no doubt once his darling is aware of his true identity and still loves him, he’ll be ready to give them jewels and gold if they were to ask for it. But he never puts his darling higher them, it’s more on somewhat equal terms since Sebastian intends to keep a dominant role in this relationship. His selfish actions for example are clearly shown through the isolation he will put the s/o at least temporally through and the mere fact that he will punish them with the full intention to do so.

Undertaker

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

⚰️It really kind of depends on how you feel around Undertake since he is surprisingly considerate. The reaper can only anticipate that you'll be freaked out as soon as he has kidnapped you and revealed what he really is and if you were to act like a frightened bunny around him, he wouldn't force his love on you. As twisted as he is, he wants his darling to come naturally to him and since he has patience, he's ready to wait until you've gotten somewhat used to him and the situation and until then he just makes sure that the s/o is taken care of. As soon as he has noticed that his darling has grown more comfortable, he will increase the level of affection.

⚰️Undertaker certainly loves making his darling laugh so he enjoys it quite a lot to tickle them out of the blue to the point where tears will gather in his darling's eyes and telling some jokes. Taking into consideration how intimidating and stressful the whole kidnapping and him being a grim reaper can be, it's also important to keep his darling happy. Likes giving them some small gifts as well, handmade rather than bought to positively surprise his darling a bit from time to time. Initially a bit inexperienced with too much physical affection, he comes with time still to the realization that he feels very content with hugs and kisses pressed against your forehead.

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

⚰️For someone who can usually just laugh over other humans and people, Undertaker turns out to be much more jealous than he would want to admit on the outside. His little darling has changed quite a few things in his life and he has come to be a rather possessive man over them, a jealous one as well. Being a little attention seeker as soon as he feels confirmed that you are comfortable with him and like him, he obviously feels jealous as soon as such important attention is turned to someone else. Undertaker simply isn't able to understand what exactly would be so interesting on such grey and dull people, what should be worth your time. Despises it as well if someone else seems to make you happy and fills you with joy.

⚰️Not wanting to scare his s/o, Undertaker settles for a more harmless approach whenever you're somewhere near. Undertaker is a eccentric individual an that can be used so easily to creep others out. In a way he does the same thing as Sebastian does, he ridicules another person through the way he speaks and the things he says, not taking the counterpart serious at all. He has full intentions on shooing them away so he can go quite far with the excuse that he probably took the joke a bit too far if you were to get mad for it. As the probably only grim reaper who has the freedom to take whatever life he wants, he can easily murder someone who has been a especially annoying pest in his eyes as well.

Xoanon-How much do they worship their darling?

⚰️His darling is his colorful rainbow in his so bored and lonely world and he loves them beyond comparison. Yet I wouldn't say that he necessarily worships his darling either since all the kidnapping and isolation afterwards is born from his own desires and he knows that as well. He knows that what he does isn't right and might end up potentially damaging your mental health. I grant him the honor of feeling more guilty about it than Sebastian does, but he's still far from being an innocent as well.

Joker

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🤡Funnily enough Joker is incredibly much like Undertaker when it comes to such manners, he looks on how exactly his darling feels around him and acts upon it accordingly. It isn't in his desire to worsen your opinion about him than he might have already done at this point so he would just kind of stay back and guarantee your health and safety if you should feel disgusted and pissed at him. More the type to show privately more affection than in public, though he always does the minimum under people as well to at least bring over the point that you're already taken by him.

🤡As a magician he likes showing his darling tricks by letting flowers appear in his sleeves and gift them to his s/o. His troupe is constantly traveling around and he is the leader of this circus so he can be a bit more busy at times for which he feels quite sorry and if that is the case he kind of makes up for it with more affection and attention later on. Prefers giving his s/o cute and useful things rather than expensive stuff just for show, though it does happen that sometimes he busy them a pretty necklace or other jewelry as well. As I said earlier, he is more physically in private. His favorite are warm cuddles where he can just calm himself with your soothing scent and the feeling of your body close to his own.

Confession-How do they make their feelings visible? Would they ever confess and court their darling?

🤡Not wanting to make a fool out of himself and making his feelings too obvious, Joker tries to hide his ever-growing feelings in the beginning. It's not only that, he just knows that he isn't a fitting partner with the crimes he has done and still continues to do for his father. Hiding this burning emotions of love in his chest is still harder than expected if the mere mention of his darling's name can cause his heart to flutter and instantly look into the direction where he heard the sound coming from. Once he has decided that he can not ignore the feelings in his chest, he actively starts collecting more informations about you, introducing himself to you and inviting you over to his shows and even backstage.

🤡It would be so idyllic, wouldn't it? A romantic story where he confesses his love with his s/o happily accepting and both of them being happy ever after. Joker seriously has his doubts that it will go that well, even if he were to tell his darling his feelings and they would return it. He'll obviously will have to tell his s/o constantly lies to hush up the fact that he kidnaps children for his father, not to mention that he only has a limited amount of time he can stay in one place unless his s/o is part of the circus themself. The knowledge that he'll never be able to have a normal relationship with his darling weights heavily yet Joker would probably still confess and make it really romantic. Even if it is only for a short while, he wants to feel like everything is normal and alright.

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🤡Not someone to get jealous very easily, Joker possesses a good amount of self-control. Being aware of his abnormal feelings it's important for him to not be suspected of his obsession by others. The only ones who know are his childhood friends and at one point maybe his s/o as well if he isn't careful enough. But others really don't have to know and so he does his best to not lose patience with someone. It takes a bit persistence to get him to be jealous, getting informed that you recently spent a lot of time with someone for example or realizing that someone else has a small crush on you.

🤡Joker will still manage to smile on the outside the next time he meets the other person, he is on the inside not the most calm admittedly, but he won't show it too strongly on the outside. He tries to justify his terrible actions regarding his s/o with the reminder that he has already fucked up worse so he probably could have the mindset that removing threats for the relationship is at this point only one of many sins as well. Yet he is willing to give others a chance, specifically people working for the circus. A quick and strict talk with the other person and finding excuses to why you should be in the near future with him rather than someone else, maybe he'll have his darling assist him and the other first-string members.

Xoanon-How much do they worship their darling?

🤡His shining star in his darkness without a doubt yet that is exactly the reason why Joker can't be counted as a worshipper since he doesn't necessarily put his darling's wants above his own. He sees his darling as his love of course, but he is willing to isolate them and keep them for himself. Even if Joker has to be reminded by his own mind daily that kidnapping you is a terribly selfish move, what else can he do? Hasn't he done so much worse already? Instead he choses to be openly selfish with it.

[laufeyamp]

Tom Hiddleston Roommate Headcanons

SUMMARY. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- being roommates with the famous British actor, Tom Hiddleston [pandemic edition] PAIRING. tom hiddleston x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 0.719k THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff

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him disallowing you to go out if it’s unnecessary and buying all of your daily supplies every time he goes out which is like, once in two weeks-

you begging him to let you walk Bobby fOr tHis oNe tiME

you just wanted to have a walk outdoors and some fresh air to be honest

but of course you love Bobby too, HOW COULD YOU NOT

y/n: I’m Bobby’s mom. *snuggles Bobby and kisses his head* Tom: y/n-  y/n: *covers ears* I KNOW YOURE HIS DAD AND YES, I’M STILL HIS MOM, END OF THE DISCUSSION. Tom: *laughs*

he’d obviously say no to your request unless the covid cases had decreased to a more stable and less risky amount

he’s that one parent friend who speaks like your dad 1000/10

except he has a great sense of humour

and he could actually give you a lecture without making it sound like a lecture (does this even makes sense-)

one thing, he has this really strict sleeping schedule where the lights would be off at 12am and you should be in bed by then

HE’LL LITERALLY CHECK IF YOU’RE STILL AWAKE LIKE SPONTANEOUSLY

there was this one time where he caught you staying up till 4am because you thought he was joking when he said that he wanted you to be asleep by midnight

he just wants you to have a healthy sleeping schedule and to not stay up way too late (unless you have sleeping disorders which he’d understand)

therapist friend who gives off the best life advices and supportive af

he’s also very respectful which makes you trust him even more 

but he never goes out with you like NEVER and you understand why

he just doesn’t want to have both of your pictures taken by the paparazzi which they would most probably use to spread rumours

y/n: OH and by the way, I met some of your fans today while walking Bobby at the park. They actually recognized Bobby- Tom: Did you get into trouble? y/n: No, I lied that I bought the exact same dog that looks exactly like Bobby and named him Bobby too because I’m obsessed. 

him reminding you to wear your mask properly, bring your hand sanitizer along and to follow the physical distancing rules whenever you leave the house

you online shopping some of your daily needs and secretly shopping shirts for him since his are getting old and he refuses to buy any

he would literally wear one shirt for years until it tears apart

and of course, some snacks and new toys for Bobby :D

y/n: Which colour do you think would suit me better? *undecisive as always* Tom: *proceeds to give you the best fashion advice*

you’d order food delivery for lunch or just instant noodles, which is quite seldom since he thinks it’s unhealthy

him asking you about technical problems and Internet slangs

you sending him Loki memes in the middle of the night so that he’ll wake up being blessed by his own memes

you’d definitely send or show him fan-made edits of Loki, any of his roles or him, the man himself you’d stumble upon while scrolling through your homepage or explore

you keeping him updated with super random news about celebrities and the entire Loki fandom ;)

and as in return, he’ll make sure that breakfast is ready by the time you wake up

let’s be real, he would still make you breakfast even though you did pretty much nothing

okay, very off topic but you have a whole album in your phone gallery for this man, and only this man

it has like thousands of really random pictures of him and selfies of the both of you you took during quarantine

yOu jUst wAnTed tO gEt oNe uGLy piCtuRe oF hiM

BUT HE’S SO PERFECT 24/7 IT’S NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE

you’ve got a few, but not much

and no you would never show them to any of your friends or upload them to the Internet

in addition, you've already set a password for your gallery just in case anyone tries to enter it without your permission

you having an actor as your roommate is a secret, after all

literally no one else knows about it, this whole roommate situation stays between the both of you

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CEO!BTS Reaction to:

You flinching during an argument.

| !warning! | violence, unhealthy relationships, abusive relationship, yandere Bts, choking and sexual topics 18+, dubcon, oral [fem receiving & giving], strong language [Jimin has a potty mouth!!!] rough play.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

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A/N | the amount of time I’m taking to get these request done correctly is embarrassing i apologize. I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a whole reaction and that it’s not fluffy...lmk if you’d like me to change it I certainly will.

Forgive me for mistakes, though this is edited.

Kim Seokjin...

“Ok well what was that out there?” He spoke ominously back turned to you. “I- we-.” Laughing at your lack of response, he cut you off. “You fucked up that’s what it was hun.”

“Come sit on the desk, I want to see you apologize for making me look like an idiot.” He spat the last part like it was disgusting on his tongue. Already in deep trouble you decided to follow directions for once.

Turing smoothly in his office chair, you could see the resentment in his eyes. “Go on.” You swallowed thickly, his angered glare drying your throat. “I’m sorry for....correcting you during today’s meeting.” He scoffed, “there was nothing to correct!”

“Jin you can’t always be right, if you took that agreement, you’d never hit anything close to pro-” “who’s the boss? Hm? Who’s name is on this desk you have your tight ass planted on?” Mistakingly you let your eyes roll out of pure annoyance.

“Well excuse me?!” He leans forward quickly out of his chair, causing you to fall opposite of him. Pens poke at your back, his name plaque digging into your arm. Evilly he grins in enjoyment. “Found your place yet?, you seem afraid...afraid I’d hit you?” Wide eyed you nod, trapped like a mouse under its predator. Every inch of confidence stripped as he glared deeply into you. “Good.” Before you could even process his statement, you were harshly distracted by his rough hand landing across your cheek. Your head turns the other way as your right cheek tingles and burns. Chuckling he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Find your place, and if you’ve forgotten it, I can help you find it...just like that,anytime.”

Min Yoongi...

Watching in envy, you pushed miscellaneous papers into the shredder. What a bitch! You saw her watching Yoongi all day just waiting for him to go to his office. So she could prance in there, thong up her ass, low cut shirt...the works.

“Yah! Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Jumping in fear , peeking down you found out what you’ve been shredding. He shoved you to the side turning off the shredder. “All those papers we needed for next week’s evaluation and review meeting...” you looked from the shredder back to him shrugging nonchalantly. Already having Somebody in your boyfriends office flirting him into hard on, the last thing you need is more work. “We’ll go fucking print some more of them.” He demanded his face stiff. Jin never liked you, maybe you’ll have Yoongi fire him.

You walked holding the last remaining sheet fully intact for reference, did Jin really think you were going to the copy room? What a dunce. Ignoring the meeting in progress light you pushed the heavy door open. “Hey y/n I’m sorry we’re in the middle of something.” You could tell he was just laughing at something a tint of red on his cheeks. Him kicking you out...this should be the other way. This hurt. “Me?” You gasped. She turned her silky hair fanning. “Y/n when we’re done I’ll come find you Alright?” She spoke a little above a whisper.“Don’t speak to me.” You glared at her walking further into the office. Obviously she’s confused about her rightful place, and Yoongi is too.

“You, get out.” She stretched her eyes looking back and forth from you to Yoongi. “Now.” “Min you can’t let her kick me out.” She scoffed, “I’ll speak to you later alright.” He smiled warmly,She got up storming from his room. “Yoongi what exactly was that?” He sat back in his chair. “A meeting.” “A meeting with what her left tit?” He closed his eyes harshly at your vulgarity. “No a meeting with your colleague about her position.” He offers the seat in front of him, gladly you take said offer.

“But what you did was uncalled for.” Laughing he leaned forward onto the table. He beacons you to follow, leaning forward you fall right into his trap upset he gripped your face making your cheeks squish. “Don’t ever come back in my office acting this way again, understood?” Nodding the best you could. “Huh? Understood?” “Yeah!” He let go leaving a ache in his wake. Before going back he reached for you again instinctively you pull back as if he was going to strike you. “Hm, I don’t treat you that harsh but I will...keep testing me.” He finished, only coming close to fix your hair.

Kim Namjoon...

Another day held the same daily routine, wake up Joon, cook breakfast, clean get dressed and head to work, work, eat lunch in Joon’s office, work,go home, and restart.

Today Joon had lunch delivered, practically throwing his money like confetti paper, much to the delight of his employees. Both of you sat on the floor of his office, enjoying the home style take out in silence. Without noticing all your attention was being absorbed by your phone. “What’s so intriguing kitten?” Your fingers stopped in their place “just texting a friend.” You looked at him through your lashes before going back to typing. He closed his take out container, he finished his meal and sneakily proceeded onto yours. Surprised by your lack of protests he spoke again.

“Oh yeah? And whose this friend?” He mumbled still chewing. “Someone I might know?” You nodded in response, unsatisfied he got up going to wash his hands in his office restroom. “Their name would be helpful y/n.” Just from his tone alone you could tell he was nearing impatience. “He works here, I’m just helping him...explaining how the log in system works he’s locked out at the moment.”

Joon no longer cared for their name and you knew it. “Oh ‘he’?” You nodded, he came drying his hands with his initialed towels. “New guy...Choi?” You looked up fully for the first time in a while. “Yeah, Soobin.” He nodded,Sitting in his desk turning to some papers. Nothing left to say you looked back down at your massages. “I’d like you to eat though, I don’t want you going hungry.” He ordered you around like a father and you obeyed.

Chewing, you almost choked as Soobin sent a joke that you weren’t ready for. Joon raised a brow, “a funny one huh? Let me see.” He looked down at you hand out flat. Your eyes went doe, there is no way your letting Joon read this vulgar joke. Soobin would be out of a job just as quick as he got one. “C’mon let me see, don’t make me take it.” Maybe he’ll laugh about it too, you gave up the device.

At first he squinted before his eyes grew wide. “ ‘This copy machine looks like the one from those cheesy office pornos....let’s make one?’ Y/N this is who you’re waisting your time on?” Rolling your eyes you went back to your meal, annoyed he didn’t find the harmless joke amusing. “Joon he was joking, it’s not like he knows I’m dating someone.”

You felt wind brush past you and a crashing sound occurred from behind, startled you made eye contact. “I had half the mind to throw that piece of shit at your head.” His angered expression taking you aback, you must’ve forgotten Joon is the extremely jealous type. “Go get it, bring it back to me.” Slowly turning trying not to take your eye off of him, you retrieved the shattered phone. Harshly he took it from your hands. Tapping before turning it to you, “block him.” You flinched at his sudden hand movement. “Don’t flinch away from me, block the bastard, before I’m the one bending you over the copy machine.”

Jung Hoseok...

Slouching in the pool chair you observed as the other women splashed and paddled around like children. You don’t usually go to these types of things, and neither does Hoseok. But this time it was important, he was here solely to kiss butt with his new business partners.

He practically forced you to put on your swimsuit, fully planning on walking you around like a show dog for the evening. Crossing your legs you brought your straw to your lips. You’d planned on getting in the pool, but apparently you weren’t good enough for the other wives...or affairs in the pool at the moment.So to spare the embarrassment you decided to watch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoseok came behind you patting your head softly. “Hm I guess.” You placed your drink away. “Hobi I’m ready to go. home.” You pouted, his hand still on the chair he came to your side. “Home? We’ve just got here an hour ago.” Nodding at his true statement you turned to look at him. “Yeah...and now I’m ready to go home.” Rolling his eyes he squatted to your level. “C’mon baby, go make a friend in the pool, splash around yeah?”

“No, I’m tired.” He groaned putting his head on your shoulder. “Y/n, boo don’t be a brat, you wanna go inside, wanna find a bed for you?” “Hm will you stay with me?” He looked over his shoulder, “ah Bruce wants to talk cuts and coverage a bit more, I can show you to a ro-” “nooo hobi!”

Panicking he pinched you to lower your volume. The party in the pool ceased and all eyes were on you. You’d learned how to cheat the system,It usually didn’t take much pouting from you to get your way. “c’mon get up.” He pulled me roughly by my forearm almost making you trip over your feet. He pulled you into the spacious home, up the stairs and into a hall. “Here let’s go in this room hobi.” You could tell by the look on his face hobi didn’t come to rest.

“Do you get off on making me look like an idiot?” He spoke close to your face. “Hey, I told you i wanted-” he covered your mouth with his large hand. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, now shut up and get in that fucking room.” Meekly you followed his order. “I’m sorry hobi.” “Ah I said shut up!” You stood in the middle of the decretive room, “down.” Down on your knees before him he looked down disgusted.

“Now make my cock hard so I can teach you how to use your loud ass mouth correctly.” Hesitantly you leaned forward, he groaned loudly reaching for you making you backwards in response. “Quickly, and don’t you dare run away.” He grabbed your hair, now under his full control.

Kim Taehyung...

“Mm how does it feel being my right hand lady?”

“Well seems like I’m on top of you right now.”

“I love how smart you are baby.”

Taehyung had recently promoted you to his secretary, now you can’t help but be in his office all day. Dreamily he looked up into your eyes as you straddled him. “Round 2 huh?” He huffed making you giggle, “let’s not indulge Taetae.” You nipped at the shell of his ear, he gripped your ass tightly. “What else do you have to do, I distributed your work along all the employees you’re here to have fun!”

“Well the phone has been ringing like crazy let me answer at least one call!” You climbed off, your skirt still scrunched around your waist your panties to the side. “Ahhh the baby wants to feel like a big woman go on answer.” Smiling with accomplishment, you picked up the phone. “Hello this is y/n y/l/n, answering for Kim Taehyung.” It was actually another secretary on the line you took notes as he spoke. You felt so responsible you knew Taehyung would be proud, you looked over to see his approval only to find him not there.

Confused you held conversation, until you felt something warm glide along your thigh making you Yelp. “Ah I’m sorry, Mr Lee, repeat that?” In fear you looked under your desk, mischievously Taehyung winked at you. You went back to the conversation, as he lapped your heat. You were already so sensitive you wouldn’t last a minute more of this. “Stop it please Tae.” You hissed pressing the phone to your chest. He did the opposite, penetrating you with his longest digit. Curling his finger and assaulting your clit, if the lewd sound of slurping could be heard by you you knew it could be heard over the phone. Quickly you hung up, very upset you squeezed his head between your thighs.

“Cumming baby?” “No, quitting.” He pulled back confused “what?” You fixed you panties, pulling your skirt back over yourself. “I asked you to let me do one thing, and still you couldn’t keep off of me.” He crawled from under your desk. “Who was on the phone?” He asked dryly, you looked over your notes. “Mr Lee.” “Oh, he calls everyday for his boss they have nothing to offer so we have nothing to give.” You nodded making a note to avoid his calls. “Anything else?” He shook his head going back to his desk with a deep sigh.

Oh good grief, you huffed falling back into your chair, you’ve gotten upset with him and now he’s going to mope around. “TaeTae, please understand I do actually want to work, we’ve talked about this.” You spun your chair to look at him, he looked at you inquisitively. “Maybe you should go back downstairs, I don’t want to distract you.” You could feel your eyes stretching. “Tae! No it’s not that serious.” “No no, your cubicle is still empty, the largest one.” You crossed your arms. “You’ll get the raise you just won’t be here honey...maybe I’ll offer the position to Sana.” He turned from you to go in his computer. “No, I’m not going.” “Bye Y/n see you tonight.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“No Taehyung.” He gave a grim chuckle. “Stop being hard headed, go fetch Sana for me will you....love you.” “No kim Taehyung, this is MY job!” The phone rung and you picked it up, “hello this is-” He came pulling the phone from you slamming it to hang it up you flinched harshly. “Y/L/N, I won’t ask you agin, get out or do what I promoted you here to do.” He looked into your eyes devilishly. You complied removing your skirt, playtime was over, you sadly knew your place. “Perfect girl.”

Park Jimin...

“I’ll beat your ass come here. Now.” You stood in his office doorway, fear quaking over you. “Y/n...now.” he leaned on his desk looking you up and down. You walked in to what seemed to be your demise. “The door, close it, lock it.” “Mr Park please.” He got up walking behind you and slamming the door before walking in front of you again. “Where the fuck! Were you.” You looked at him, head fogged unsure of an answer. “I-I Mr Park...I’ve been here at work since 3 AM actually...before you got here.” He laughed lightly.

“I didn’t want your schedule, I know your damn schedule, the meeting today’s meeting.” You toyed with your fingers, “OH...oh Mr Park I forgot you needed me I’m sorry h-how did it go?” “We fucking lost the deal, the information you dug up is what we needed and you were somewhere in LaLa land.” He dug his hands into his hair. “C‘mere.” He sat on the leather couch that decorated his office. “Please Mr Park, I’ll stay late and I’ll beg for another meeting date.” He shook his head “no, c’mere.” You stood still pleading with your eyes. “I’ll drag you by your cheap blow out, bring your ass here.” You shuffled to him, he pulled your dress bending you over his knee.

He pulled your dress up, “Mr Park what will your wife say?” You began to tear up, why would he choose you to give his violent love to. “Ha, she’ll say “fuck me harder” later tonight why?” You shook your head refusing to respond. “Look into the mirror.” You obliged. He pulled his hand up just stoping before it hit you causing you to shudder a jerk violently. “ Do you fear me y/n?” You nodded almost sobbing. “I’ve trained you well...head up...be a big girl.”

Jeon Jungkook...

The whole building was draped in a gloomy mood as Jungkook stalked about looking for something to nitpick. Earlier today you and Jungkook had a falling out on the way to work about how close you were getting with one of your male coworkers. And said coworker that just happened to be your cubicle neighbor. He rounded your area multiple times, chastising said coworker, sending him on errands and putting him down again and again.

Seeing how it was affecting the newbie, you finally turned to Jungkook. “Mr Jeon, can I speak to you.” “No.” He turned quickly before going back to chastise the frightened employee. “Slip up again, and I’ll make sure you’re looking at a deep fryer for the rest of your life Kang.” He whispered just loud enough for you to catch it.

“Mr Jeon please, for a minute.” He clears his throat leaving your area. Your face grew hotter by the minute, you got up going to talk to your distraught friend. “Hey, listen he’s all bark and no bite what do you need help with?” You smiled warmly remembering how it felt to be new in a place like this.

“Well every time I answer the phone and start the question pro-” a heavy hand lands on his and your shoulder “who said this was a social hour y/l/n” a sigh came from deep inside of you. “ Damn it Kookie-” “who? Excuse me?” His eyes widening. “Jungkook- Jeon- I’m sorry...I’m sorry Mr Jeon.” He eyed the two of you “hm...kang get to work, y/l/n you too.” He began to walk away. “Y/n I’ll send you an email, I really need help on this.”

“Email her I dare you.” You spun in your chair “Mr jeon please! He’ll never get better if I don’t.” He rolled his eyes taking off his glasses, “what was he trained for if he can’t use the damn computer?” Everyone in the office was watching the dispute. “Pft I was trained on any of this! I had you holding my hand the whole way why can’t he?” He started waking the other way, his face glowing crimson. “Get in my office, now y/n.” You sat turning to your work. “No Jeon. I won’t.” “Y/n you can come to my office, or clock out and go home for the rest of the damn month.” All eyes on you like this was some cheesy tv drama, you got up following him.

Once in the safety of his four walls you stood hands on your hips “why kookie, why you being a Jackass?” He turned to face you, anger evident. Swiftly he pulled you by your shirt “talk to me like that outside of this office space the way you did today one more time, and you’ll be begging me to fire you. Yeah?” You nodded earning a open palm slap to your cheek, “yeah? Open your slutty mouth like you did for Kang, am I understood?” “Yeah kookie.” Another slap, your cheek began to burn. “Yes Mr Jeon.” He lifted his hand making you flinch in his grip. “Lovely girl, now get out there, and leave Kang alone or else.”

[linkemon]

Ryōmen Sukuna x Reader (selfship)

Selfship made for Bajurka_ on Wattpad with a special wish for a romantic relationship with angst. It turned out toxic but I don’t think that Sukuna can be normal in any way XD

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

× You have known Sukuna from the beginning of his existence. You have reincarnated many times in over a thousand years, and fate always puts you in his way. This time you are an ordinary girl with the ability to see the curses.

× Ryomen calls your relationship love and some elements of it do indeed meet its usual definition, but you are by no means an average couple.

There is an unhealthy fascination on both sides. Yuji warns you about the King as he carries curse within him. It upsets you because you don't have the opportunity to talk freely and privately with your destiny.

× You sometimes remember fragments of your past lives.

Your lover was a real jealous type. He squashed competitors in his hand like ants. As well as anyone who might have threatened you.

Sometimes you liked it, sometimes you didn't. Much depends on the specific life. But your famous, dispassionate expression has always come in handy in these situations.

× The demon refuses to admit it, but at first he barely endured seeing you die. So much that he once did it himself so that no one else could make him suffer this way.

You remembered that blood, pain, and tears and reminded him of it. He has never done it again since then.

× Your fear of carrion has been troublesome. Especially with the amount of dead bodies you had to endure.

Sukuna sometimes waited with massacres until you were out of sight. He also happened to cover your eyes with his hand and fight like that. He found it protective and fun. It was a kind of a challenge for him.

× Being by his side, you didn't have to worry about crowds of strangers. Usually the people ran away, died or were simply too afraid to approach you.

× Sukuna’s attitude showed possessiveness. He held you by the waist just to show you were his. Sudden kisses were also on daily basis. He was rarely gentle on these matters...

× Your laughter for no specific reason is quite natural for him. He finds mankind funny, so why not giggle with you?

× He never let you feel low when it comes to self-esteem. You stood by his side and that was the highest possible compliment and it reminded of how important you were.

× You have many interests, because for centuries you could not decide what you like best. Some rudimentary knowledge of cooking, dancing, theatre and music is still there, creating an interesting mix. Sukuna was especially fond of your art. Both writing (old poems) and dance performances. He loved it when you prepared them especially for him.

× He never interrupted your sleep. He happened to look at you in the moonlight a lot. He stroked your hair, enjoying the moments when he found the remnants of peace within himself.

× Your relationship is complicated. You have already found each other in this life, but you are not sure what to do just yet. Especially with limited contact at the moment. You are waiting for the conflict between Ryomen and the Jujutsu Sorcerers to develop to see who comes out victorious. If Sukuna wins, you will eventually spend some time together and who knows...

[mochamamii]

yandere!taeyong: monster.

part two: Here

▹ a/n : I tried to write something a little outside my comfort zone. I've been enjoying writing Yandere stuff lately and I wanted to do a realistic take on the after effects of being kidnapped by a Yandere, and ultimately becoming pregnant. Like I always say, this is an example of a unhealthy relationship. In no way do I think Taeyong or any other member of NCT behaves this way.

▹ triggers : this gets kind of dark and It's very angsty. There's no smut but it gets a little suggestive at the end. Mentions of unwanted pregnancies, extreme weight loss, kidnapping, abusive relationships, etc. Please take all of this into consideration before you read. 

▹ description : yandere!taeyong kidnapped you and has been holding you hostage for months. Unfortunately you wind up pregnant and Taeyong has pledged to build a life with you, and your baby as a family. When Taeyong presents you with a choice, you realize that you’ve become permanently trapped by Taeyong forever.

your perspective

I grimaced as I looked back at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was extremely dull and paler than usual due to the lack of sun I'd been getting.

I looked nothing like myself, I had dropped a significant amount of weight in just a couple months. It's been hard keeping food down lately, I don't have an appetite for anything, and whatever I do eat I immediately throw up.

My arms and legs looked more like sticks than actual limbs, and places where I used to have feminine curves were replaced by hard angles.

I had even suffered some hair loss due to losing a drastic amount of weight in such a short period of time.

My grimace turned into a scowl as my eyes traveled down to my swollen belly.

I was reaching seven months pregnant, close to entering my third trimester. My body had become so thin and frail that it looked like I'd topple over due to my large belly.

My fists clenched tightly as I stared down at my stomach, as if the thing growing inside me could see me glaring down at them.

'I want you gone.' I thought to myself.

If I'm lucky, maybe this monster inside me will die of malnutrition.

I pinched my arm to shake the dangerous thoughts from my head.

I cut the bathroom light off and exited the bathroom, forgetting what I had originally went in there for before getting distracted by my own reflection.

The clock's hand on the wall just outside the bathroom moved towards the six, and everyday just like clockwork, the keypad to the front door beeped and swung open, revealing him.

The reason my belly is so big.

The reason there's a monster growing inside me.

Lee Taeyong.

"Honey! I'm home-

Taeyong paused as his eyes fell on me, "Ah, there you are. Were you waiting on me?" He questioned with a wide smile as he kicked his shoes off.

My eyes drifted down to the black plastic bag in his hand, I ignored his greeting and silently pointed to the bag.

Taeyong chuckled as he approached me, placing a kiss on my cheek, "You're impatient today aren't you?"

Taeyong leaned down to my stomach and placed a tender kiss on my belly, "Hi baby." He whispered.

I felt like vomiting.

"Appa's home now." He said with a smile before standing.

He headed over to the table in the middle of the living room, placing the bag down. I followed behind him closely, my curiosity getting the best of me. He kneeled next to the table as he fished out the contents of the bag.

"Don't you want to see?" He questioned as he paused to look up at me.

I blinked at him blankly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Taeyong smirked knowingly at me before patting the spot on the couch before him. His eyes followed me as he watched me enter the living room and take a seat in front of him on the couch. He never moved from his original spot on the floor as he continued rifling through the black bag in search of something.

"It's been a while since you've painted your toenails right?" He asked as he pulled the contents from the bag to show me an assortment of brightly colored nail polishes.

I sighed as I peered down at my toenails, the paint on them was still there from when I did them a few weeks ago, although now the paint had started to chip and peel in different places. I couldn’t stand the sight of my toenails when they got like that, I was actually thankful when my belly had gotten so big I could no longer see my own feet.

I couldn't do anything about fixing my toenails anyways seeing as I stopped being able to reach my toes a while ago.

"Don't you want me to paint your nails for you? Won't that make you happy?" Taeyong smiled as he looked up at me excitedly,

I had to fight the urge to smack him.

I don't remember the last time I felt genuine happiness. And he's the reason.

Him and this fucking fetus inside me.

He searched my eyes for something before settling with a sigh, "Y/N...I'm trying..."

Try harder.

That's what I wanted to say to him.

His hands moved to clutch mine, lovingly interlacing our fingers together.

"I'm trying really hard to make up for what I've done in the past...But I can't if you won't even speak to me." He trailed, his thumb brushing over my skinny knuckles.

What did he want me to say?

It's okay Taeyong...I forgive you Taeyong for ruining my life.

If that's what he was waiting on me to say he'd die waiting to hear those words from me.

"I'll pick a color for you okay?" He said with a smile.

He squeezed my hand before pulling away to look back at the different colored polishes.

"Hmmm...blue?" He pondered, he turned to wave the sparkly blue polish at me in hopes of a response.

"It's okay if you still don't feel like saying anything. I'll keep trying until you forgive me." He smiled.

Don't bother.

He crossed his legs in front of me, placing my feet in his lap.

He carefully used a cotton ball and nail polish remover to take the paint already there off.

Taeyong continued to make mindless chatter and simple conversation as he removed the paint from my nails, none of which I responded to.

I had gotten so good at training my ears to drown his voice out that it was easy for me to forget that he was even there at times.

That was until my ears caught on to one thing he said.

"What?" I questioned, my voice came out weak and raspy from not being used in a while.

He looked up from my toes to meet my gaze. His eyes doubled in size in shock of hearing my voice for the first time in a while.

"Hm?" He questioned,

"What did you say? Just now?" I questioned, my fists clenching.

He paused momentarily as if trying to remember what he'd just said, "I said..."

"Our family will be so happy, you'll forget about your old one." He said it in such a matter of fact tone, as if it was just a guarantee.

It was so simple and he probably didn’t even mean it in the way that I took it, but I couldn’t fight the anger that started to brew in me.

"Are you crazy?" I spat out, yanking my feet away from him.

"Baby...don't be like that..." Taeyong said trying to reach out for me.

"Stop calling me that! I am not your baby, and we are not a family!" I screamed.

I couldn't stop myself as my fists raised up and I began pummeling them at him in a fit of rage. Taeyong fell back a little, surprised by my sudden attack.

He acted quickly on his feet and grabbed my wrists in his hands and yanked me up from the couch, "Y/N, stop. You're going to hurt the baby if you don't calm down."

"It's not a baby. It's a fucking monster." I hissed.

His face fell into a look of sadness, "Don't say that. That's our baby you're talking about."

I pulled my wrist back out of his grasp and landed a harsh slap to his cheek.

"I hate you. And I hate this baby because of you. It's going to turn out to be a disgusting monster just like you are." I seethed.

"Y/N....please." Taeyong said gently, trying to get me to calm down.

But I had only just started, and I was ready to let my anger take over.

"How dare you say I'll forget about my family? Are you sick in the head? You must be." I spat.

At this point tears started streaming down Taeyong’s cheeks as he soaked in my words. 

"Y/N, It's okay... I'll fix this, I'll fix everything so that we can be happy, okay? So that you can forgive me." Taeyong said between pathetic sniffles.

It only made me angrier to see him cry, I should be the one crying. He did this, this is his fault.

"No. Nothing is okay here. I could never be happy with someone like you. I could never love someone like you." I stated firmly.

I watched as Taeyong clenched his jaw, the grip he had on my other wrist tightened.The look on his face slowly morphed from sadness to anger.

"So what now, huh? You want to leave me? You want to leave so you can go back to your family, and your fiance? Is that it?" Taeyong asked with a dry chuckle.

I tensed up at the mention of my fiance.

His words were sharp and dripping with venom as they spilled out past his lips.

"Taeyong-

Before letting me finish Taeyong pulled me over to the door, punching in the code on the keypad before swinging it open.

I was hit by a cold gust of wind as the December air touched my skin.

The thin pajama set I had on did nothing to shield me from the cold weather.

"If you want to leave so bad. Go. See how much your family misses you when they see you're pregnant with my kid." Taeyong said with a twisted smirk.

I looked between him and the door. For the first time in a while I could see directly outside, I could see something other than the four walls I'd grown so used to seeing everyday.

Cars zipped past along the street, people walking along the sidewalk completely oblivious to the horrors taking place inside this house.

This is what I'd been wanting so desperately for months now.

The opportunity was being laid out right in front of me, ready for me to reach out and take it.

My heart was begging for me to run. Begging me to run far away from this wretched place and never look back.

I started to take a step past the threshold of the door before I was stopped by an abrupt kick in my stomach. A painful cramp shot up my spine as the monster inside me kicked a second time.

I couldn't go back home.

Not like this.

I couldn't go back to my family, my fiance, pregnant with my kidnappers child.

I couldn't do this to them.

I won't.

I’d already put them through the pain of losing their daughter, I couldn’t be the reason for my family’s embarassment by coming back pregnant. I had nowhere to go, and I knew I was defeated.

"It's all your fault." I said just above a whisper as I fell to the floor, my knees buckling under my weight.

I couldn't fight the ugly sobs that racked through my body as I thought about how horrible of a situation I was in.

Taeyong looked down at me with what I assumed to be pity before closing the front door.

He turned and squatted down to my level.

"I'm all you've got now, your family won't want you in their lives once they know you're pregnant. So be a smart girl and accept that this is your life now. Me and this baby are your only family now. Understand?" Taeyong questioned as he used his hand to wipe away my tears.

"Fuck you." I hissed in response.

Taeyong snickered, his lips curving up into a devilish grin.

"Soon. I don't want to risk hurting the baby."