#he doesn't remember anything but he knows

[shanastoryteller]

Happy winter solace ❄️☃️ I NEED more of the fake slave Ed and Mustang PLEASE!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Ed wants to end this farce before he gets caught and thrown in jail, or worse, loses his Amestrian citizenship.

From everything he can tell, Mustang is being perfectly sincere in his dealings with Pakor. He's sincere about almost everything, actually. A terrible quality to have in a leader, which Ed has to remind himself several times to keep himself from admiring it. The man's Xingese has improved from conversing with Ed, at least, and that's why he doesn't think anything when he walks into the man's office, nose buried in a book, and hears him speaking it.

Then he looks up to see to the surprised face of Ling staring at him and practically flies across the room.

"Ed?" he asks incredulously. "What are you-"

He slaps his hand over Ling's mouth, glaring for everything he's worth. Killing him will cause a war between Xerxes and Xing. It's truly a shame.

Everyone is looking at them, Mustang half risen out his chair and Maes making an aborted gesture between them. Ed would actually pay money to know what kind political gymnastics are going on in their minds right now.

"Prince Ling and I are acquainted," he says in Xingese. Ling snorts beneath his hand at the formal address, which he honestly can't remember if he's used before. "One moment, if it's not too much trouble."

He yanks Ling to his feet and drags him out of the room. Lan Fan only waves, which seems to be reassuring to Maes if no one else.

Ling at least keeps himself from laughing until Ed shoves him in the closest broom closet. "What," he gasps, face red and tears leaking out his eyes, "are you wearing?"

"I hate you so much," he hisses. "If you fuck this up for me I will assassinate you, I'll fucking do it, you know I could get away with it. Mei would even thank me."

Ling keeps laughing.

[multific]

All Real

Emperor Caracalla x Reader

Summary: Driven by madness and manipulated by Macrinus, with a blade in his hand, Caracalla heads to Geta but he finds you instead.

"My Love? What are you doing?" you asked with a worried tone as you noticed the blade in his hand.

"I'm going to kill him. Where is he?"

"Why would you?" but just as you asked you noticed a shadow behind him. "Macrinus... I always knew it."

"She must be sleeping with your brother." you heard him whisper to Caracalla.

His eyes looked foggy and filled with tears. It worried you.

"Is it true?!" Caracalla yelled. 

"If you believe his words, you might as well kill me. I have been nothing but loyal to you, My Love. I have always been there for you and I will continue even if you kill me right now but please I have to ask you to come back to me and realise what is happening here. You are being manipulated." you begged but neither of you moved.

"You lie! You love him!" his hands frailed as he cried and yelled.

"You own my heart and soul. I belong to you, Caracalla. Please, My Love, put the knife down." 

Caracalla's eyes filled with fresh tears but so did yours.

"Please." you begged with a whisper. 

Your sweet voice seemed to break the curse he was under as he turned and stabbed Macrinus in the neck. It all happened so fast.

You watched as he looked at his shaking hands. 

"Wife, I'm so sorry. He... His words- He manipulated me. Oh, look what I have done." his hand reached out to you. Silently begging you to forgive him.

You took a step towards him and allowed him to hug you.

"I told you to always remember when you feel like you are losing it." you reached up and cupped his cheek, your thumb cleaning his tears. "I know Geta threw a drink at you and yelled at you, My Love. But killing him will not fix it all. I'm here to help you."

"I'm sorry." he said it again.

This is when Geta bursts into the room.

"What happened here?" he asked as he looked at the two of you with worry filled eyes. 

"Macrinus attacked me. Caracalla saved me." you explained.

"I will take care of this, go and rest." Geta said.

The two of you retired to your chambers.

"Why didn't you tell him?" your husband asked.

"He doesn't need to know."

"Do you hide things from me too? Things I don't need to know?"

"Of course not. You are my beloved Husband. I do not have anything to hide from you." you took a deep breath before looking at Caracalla. "I won't tell Geta what your true intentions were today because it will not achieve anything but hate. Tomorrow I will speak to the people in hopes of calming them. It will ease your mind as well as Geta's."

"What will you say?"

"I will tell them Lucilla sent Macrinus to kill me. The people will be on our side again."

"I didn't know my wife lied so much."

"To protect you? I would kill. I would lie to the Gods themselves because I love you."

"I'm sorry for doubting you."

"It wasn't you. It was Macrinus playing with your mind. I'm glad he's dead."

"You never liked him."

"But I love you." you said and just as the people outside quieted down, Caracalla embraced you in a feverish kiss.

The two of you spent a night of passion allowing your bodies to become one.

While it was true, you might lie, but you never lied to him. You never faked your love for him.

It was all real.

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[divinedelusional]

how rafe would treat his gf on her period

rafe cameron x fem reader

word count: 796

warnings: menstruation, mentions of toxic relationship and period sex

a/n: yeah this is how rafe treats his girl on her period but also how he would be like in a relationship throughout the seasons? i got carried away, sorry not sorry

s1 rafe: sooo i feel like fratboy!rafe genuinely doesn't give a fuck, i don't even know if he would be capable of being in a relationship. i see him being involved with a girl but only for sex and he would only know she's on her period bc she would just text him that they can't meet today bc of it and he'd be like "uh huh cool" and would go jerk off

s2 rafe: here i think situation would be slightly different. i think our psycho bby could acc develop feelings for a girl, it would mostly be just sex but he could start falling for someone. so i think he'd fight a battle in his mind if he should come over to the girl's house and be there for her on her period or to completely neglect her. it's just he doesn't have a clue what to do and tbh he's occupied with other shit, he uses sex with her to forget. i think it's very similar to s1 rafe but with guilt and feelings creeping in (and obvious denial for this emotions)

s3 rafe: so okay we all know the shift from curtain bangs psycho rafey to buzz cut man of the house rafe who looked like he's getting his shit together. of course that means he's different when it comes to relationships. he still deals with a lot, but he finds you. and he kinda sees you as this light. a small light who he has to be very careful with so it won't go out. he is attentive to you. treats you right, but with some sort of distance and you don't blame him. he doesn't spend every day with you, he didn't even ask you to be his girlfriend yet, didn't make it official but he will and somehow you know it. when you're on your period you become quiet. you don't text him, but he finds out as he had a feeling that he should drop by your house. he finds you on your couch with a heating bag and cookies. you told him you weren't feeling well and he ordered you hot soup and made a quick run to pharmacy for some medicine. he still was clueless and thought you caught a cold. "rafe im not sick im just on my period" "oh" it's not like he avoids you, no. he visits you everday for the next four days but doesn't stay for long, always excusing himself with some meeting or business. you know he means the best for you but wish that he's going to be able to let you in soon. you're really patient with him, but start having doubts.

s4 rafe: is now fully committed to you. you talked to him how you really felt about this relationship. that you really cared and wanted to give him as much time as he needed, but also you couldn't waste it anymore waiting for him. and rafe realized that nobody else would have such patience for him. he was thinking about you a lot and he admitted to himself that you were the one. he made your relationship official and two months later you were living together. he was spoiling you, really. taking you on dates, buying you gifts and most importantly giving you his time. getting to know you, observing your daily habits, remembering stuff you said. your likes and dislikes. no wonder he became pussy whipped. and started to feel like he knows you better than yourself.

that's why when it's that time of the month you don't have to say anything. rafe knows. just by the way you whine when you wake up, he knows if you'd be able to get out of bed and get on with your day or you'd want to stay in bed cuddling, because he's your personal heater, makes back pain go away. gives you massages. cuddles with you all morning untill your stomach start to signal that it's time for some food. oh and he doesn't care about his schedule. he could clear it off, cancel the meetings, but he doesn't bother. his girl is the most important, his business associates don't even deserve a phone call on a day his girl is in pain. also he's not opposed to period sex at. all. orgasm is a great way to reduce cramps, so if that works for you and you want him to help you, he is the happiest to do so. if you're not comfortable with having sex these days he totally understands. wouldn't even thought of forcing you to do something, on your period or not. when he discovered that he has so much love in him, his only interest is to give it to you♡

dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

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[blondieeu]

easy lovers. yuji i.

yuji itadori who waits for you. he waits because he knows if he doesn't, he'd ruin everything.

yuji itadori waits for you out of respect for your relationship, because he listens when you tell him you seriously want to be with this guy - even if he knows that douche isn't the one, and he is.

yuji itadori admires you from a distance, just far enough that you don't notice how much you take his breath away. though, he's still close enough to relish in your beauty. you shined like the moon and didn't even realize it.

yuji itadori doesn't only see your beauty on the outside. every single day. even in the small moments when he gets a chance to be around you - he can see the beauty in your kindness and the way you act within the world. you were his universe.

sometimes, he wonders if he's making the right call. if he'd been too patient, or too kind with his heart. but every time he thinks about making a move, he just remembers what you said—how bad you wanted it to be that damned guy. he couldn't bare to be the reason you regret picking someone else, let alone him.

At times, he wonders if he should move on, and find a girlfriend of his own. it wouldn't be hard, he wasn't unattractive or anything - but it'd be even worse to make someone who loves him feel like they're the second choice because he knows he'll always end up picking you instead.

yuji itadori tries not to think of it, or even let it show, but sometimes when you look at him and talk about your boyfriend, it feels like someones squeezing all the air from his lungs, forcing him to breathe manually—in. out. in. out. in. in. in. Over and over. Until the weight feels absolutely unbearable. He wonders if the quiet ache in his chest will ever ease. How long will he have to keep pretending?

every now and again, he even pretends that when you're talking about your boyfriend, you're just talking about him. all the places he took you out, the snacks you shared, the love you made - but reality quickly sets in and his heart sinks when you mention his name.

yuji watches you, and wonders why you decided so quickly that it would be your boyfriend and not him. why couldn't it be yuji? what makes your boyfriend so special, or better than him? he listens to the way you talk about him, as if you're trying to convince yourself that you're 'destined to be.' yuji knows, deep down, that this isn't it. you deserve someone who sees you, and understands you the way he does. but he’s not the one to say it, so he waits for you to notice.

yuji itadori who waits for you with absolutely no expectations because he knows that love—true love—and when its real, doesn't need to be rushed. it just exists, like the quiet glow of the moon in the dead of night. soft, steady, and always there—for you, specifically—no matter what.

blondieeu xx

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

tw: none for this part

about a week has passed since your impromptu tea party with oliver. everything about that interaction left you feeling unsettled, and him barging into your estate certainly didn't help his case.

as you think back to that conversation, you recall his words. he claimed that the two of you were lovers, but also stated that apparently no one knew. you were able to determine that original person in this body was close to their parents and that their family was tight knit, so why wouldn't they know?

"your" parents definitely would have approved of the relationship, so there is theoretically no reason for this to be a secret. unless it had to do with his parents? but that doesn't really explain why your parents wouldn't have been told...

as you continue to spiral, you hear a knock at your door. your father pokes his head in with a wide grin on his face, "oliver is here!" he said, "and he did provide notice this time! hehehe~" your father seemed to grin even wider at that, "anyways, lunch is starting soon and hes waiting~~" your father wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

"why... why wasn't i made aware of this??" you replied in shock. both at the sudden lunch plans and at your father's behavior.

"well he's a nice boy, and this is an informal gathering. him dropping in for lunch isn't unusual, he does it all the time!"

you had been in this body for around two weeks, but your father seemed to believe that this was a regular occurrence. you tried to come off as calm and composed, but the best you could do was force a wobbly smile. "oh. well. uh. i'll get ready..."

your father initially looked concerned, but then seemed to remember that you had been "struggling with your memory" (read: you know nothing, absolutely nothing, about anything)

his face shifted into one of guilt, "i'm so sorry, i forgot, kinda like you hehe, wait that's rude-," he collected himself, "yes, every two weeks oliver comes here for lunch, then the two of you usually spend time together until dark, then he leaves."

"ah, i understand," you said, trying to keep calm. you did not, in fact, understand. as you collected yourself and prepared to get ready for the sudden visit, your father quickly left to go entertain the guest.

...

oliver's eyes lit up the second he noticed you enter the room, "ah! hello!! its been so long!" his wide smile seemed to infect your parents, as they begin grinning as well.

it seems like there was some truth to what he had said, everything you had asked your parents about and what your father described lines up perfectly with what oliver said. even still, something just felt wrong, you couldn't explain it, and you felt a small wave a guilt wash over you as you looked at the genuine joy on his face from seeing you.

you tried to ignore both the guilt and your intuition, deciding to simply get through the meal and try to gather more information. after you steeled your resolve, you responded, "yes, it really has."

after that short interaction, lunch went as expected. you were easily able to confirm that the part about him being your childhood best friend was true. additionally, your parents' behavior seemed to suggest that they genuinely liked oliver, and that he liked them. you spent most of the meal observing their interactions, and whenever someone mentioned your silence you simply directed their attention to your plate of food.

after everyone finished their meals, your parents called for the staff to clean up, but not without thanking them as they entered and thanking them again as they left. your parents then retired to the living room for the afternoon.

with only two people left at the table, you finally had to confront what you had been dreading during the entire meal, but at the same time, you were also looking forward to it for some reason.

oliver meets your eyes and grins,

"how about we take a walk in the garden! the honeysuckles should be blooming this time of year~"

a/n: thank you @ersharyzst for giving me the idea for the last line! i apologize for any errors, i'm too tired to proofread this. i'll try to look over it again soon and fix any mistakes. this was mostly set up for the part, which i hope to release in a couple days!

[kiryoutann]

warning(s): MDNI, ANGST, simon riley being an asshole (like really), kind of gore description as metaphor for REAALLYY desperate love??? non-consensual tracking by reader (SURPRISE!!)

Simon might be the worst denialist ever. Because, how could he say it was all casual?

“I forgot something in your car.” You tell him.

Simon's frown deepened, his head tilting slightly as he seemed to contemplate your words. It was absurd—after all these weeks, here you are, standing in front of his apartment, having somehow discovered the address, and claiming to have forgotten something in his car.

But he doesn't say anything, just continues to make his way to the car. You follow closely behind him. He opens the door to the passenger seat, then steps aside to let you check the car. You stretch your hand under the passenger seat, blindly feeling for anything, brushing through the dust and small gravel collected there until you finally touch something cold and metallic.

Pulling it out, the phone you had planted there weeks earlier came into view. You knew this meant Simon had laid his eyes on it too. It wouldn’t take long for him to connect the dots and figure out you had been tracking him this whole time.

Fucking hell. Simon remembered what he had said about modern phones. He closed the car door with a sharp click, then turned to you.

“So you’ve been followin’ me, then?”

“You didn't return my texts,” you stated bluntly.

"I asked you a question." He growls, almost like he's threatening you.

You observed the anger brewing in the depths of his dark eyes, radiating from him like a hot flame. Good, you thought silently. At least there was something that riled him up; otherwise, you would be suffering alone while he goes to fuck any willing bodies he can get his hands on.

"Why didn't you call me?" You ask again. “Why does it say your number is no longer in service? Why didn't you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” he snap, voice dripping with venom. “You think I owe you an explanation?”

Your blurry vision missed a flicker of change in his expression. When the tears escaped and the world came into focus again, all you saw was Simon gritting his teeth, jaw locked. He turned and began to walk away.

You followed him, quickening your pace to catch up. “Simon! Simon, wait!”

Despite your best efforts, he continues to keep his back turned to you, refusing to even spare you a glance. He fixed his gaze straight ahead, seemingly hell-bent on creating a vast gulf between you. You called out his name once more, your voice echoing in the stillness of the night, but he kept right on walking.

“Yes, I deserve an explanation! I don’t know why you’re being like this. We were fine the last time we were together. What happened? Why did you just disappear on me?”

You reached out, your fingers brushing against the sleeve of his jacket to get him to stop and face you. He came to a halt. A jolt of electricity surged through you as he encircled your fingers with his own, but it soon faded as he let go of your grip on the leather. Something inside you dropped away, leaving a shameful hollow space inside.

Simon towers over you, his stature imposing and intimidating. He locks a hard glare on you. “I asked you a question, didn't I?” His voice fell to a dangerously low tone. “Why the fuck have you been following me?”

The dam holding back your tears broke, leaving you choking on your own sobs. How could he not know? All these tears, all these cries… how could he still fail to see that it was all for him? To be stripped bare only for him to overlook it. Should you skin yourself alive then? To tear your heart out, to hold the raw, bleeding organ in the palm of your trembling hand as an offering?

“Because I want to know where you are,” You settle for the simpler version, hyperventilating as you take a breath. “You know my place, my workplace... You even went to my cousin’s wedding. And yet, I know nothing about you, Simon. Nothing.”

“You think just ‘cause we fucked a few times, that gives you the right to pry into my life?”

A sharp pang of pain shot through your chest. The world was ruby-colored, either from your boiling anger or the hemorrhage from the sharpness of his words. Your jaw clenched, your gaze sharpened.

“Fuck you, Simon,” you spat. “You know we’re not just fucking.”

The clenched fists at your sides tremble, and you don’t know if it’s from anger or hurt or the weight of your own expectation to make him see it. Or perhaps it’s all three. How could he speak like this when there's a specific section in your dresser for the clothes he frequently brings and leaves, when he constantly returns and stays longer even as the morning has risen, when he drove you to the countryside and dances and twirls you around like those old couples do? Not when he embraces you until your tears subside, nor when each of his kisses offers that one thing you've chased your whole life.

There’s no way this isn’t love. He just needs to stop denying it.

Simon's eyes narrowed into slits. "Then you read it all wrong, darlin'."

The way he said it was cold, without a shred of sympathy—but nothing was colder than the way Simon continually turned his back to you as he continued to walk farther and farther away, as if all he wanted was to get as far away from you as possible. Disgusting woman in love. But you never got the hint, did you? You kept following him, running after him like a stupid little dog created solely to love, love, love, and never be loved back.

[sneak peek of chapter 13 of "A MAN'S HEART IS TRULY A WRETCHED, WRETCHED THING.".]

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[forestshadow-wolf]

His leg buckled, and the ground met him hard at the knees, but he didn't feel it. Couldn't feel it. Couldn't feel anything but fucking agony.

Ghost was dying; he could feel it in his heart. Literally. He could feel the soulbond unraveling. Out and away and away and away. Like plucking a live chicken, except he was the bird not the butcher. It was an anguish all too familiar. Only last time was like ripping his flesh open with rose thorns over and over again to pain the petals red, and this time felt like stitching open a wound to leave it weeping blood and guts and fluids and infection. This time it felt like festering evil.

"WHERE IS HE!" He roared, snapping at the hands on him, grabbing at others to haul himself to his feet again. His knee went weak again, but he would not let his limbs fail him. Fail Ghost. "GET OFF ME!" He did not wipe out an entire enemy outpost, only to be stopped by his own allies, while the very thing keeping him alive dies.

Some barking command that he didn't hear from outside his tunnel of vision had the burning touches release him. He obeyed a command that he didn't discern out of forced submission. The rabid thing rearing it's ugly face recognizing authority in the face of anger.

He wasn't sane as he stalked through the halls, following a faceless form he knew but didn't recognize. It's didn't matter. Nothing much but the decade old pain twisting where his heart should be mattered. None of it mattered because Ghost was dying.

He was dying while he loved.

Because some unlucky tosser touched what was his, and now Ghost was dying with fire as blood, as he unraveled Soap's heart. And Soap could feel every bit of it. The pain and agony of losing a soulbond. Again.

He knew the fire burning Ghost alive. I made the vial in his possession feel that much heavier. He carried the world in his pocket. It was smaller than his littlest finger, and it fit in his hand like he was meant to crush it. And it would save his life.

It would save Ghost's life.

He doesn't remember the walk to bring him to Ghost. Only flashes of anger where he snapped at too many hands.

But then he's there. Surrounded by white walls, and a white cot. Staring at a bloodied man in a dirty kit and black mask. Untouched on the command of an even less sane, more rabid him, only 27 hours ago.

He doesn't know who came and who left. Only remembers him, and his body, and the little glass vial, and Ghost. He remembers the chilled, damp skin when he pulled fabric back to reveal too pale skin underneath. He remembers how the needle went in easily. He doesn't move after that. Someone takes the needle from him. He felt it. Didn't see it. Saw only Ghost.

He just. Stood there. Watching. But not looking. Not seeing. He couldn't think. Couldn't move. Didn't dare hope. Couldn't pray. Couldn't beg. Pure catatonia. Nobody moved him. Nobody touched him. He heard people talking. Maybe to him. Maybe not. He doesn't know.

He doesn't remember how long it was. Maybe that night. Maybe that day too. But he remembers what brought him back.

He remembers the chest rhythm change. Something not just a natural sigh. Something deeper. Rousing. And the way Ghost's eyes flicked behind his eyelids for what felt like hours before they opened. Ghost was awake. He was alive.

And it's only then that he realizes that the agony had drained from his veins. The thread around his heart rewound. And it's then that exertion takes him. He falls to his knees hard. Ghost is quick on the call button with panic. But Soap doesn't make it 'til a nurse rushes in before black invades the rest of his vision like a shot to the skull

It couldn't have been more than half a minute before he comes too. It's bright, and there are hands touching him and voices speaking over his head and it's all too much.

"Where is he?" He swats at the abrasive touches, "Ghost. He's awake." Everything hurts. His muscles, his bones, even his teeth. But it's of small importance.

"Easy, Sunshine." A gruff voice pulls everything back into perspective. Price. Crouched at his thigh with a worried look on his face. Soap presses himself up despite protests from the nurses. "He's fine, lad." Price cups the back of his neck, "you made it in time. You saved him." He says it like a prayer. Like he knows it's the only thing that'll keep the rabid thing leashed. And he might be right.

[great-septimus]

I want to add to this. I reblogged it before I actually thought of what I wanted to say, but it finally connected in my head. I agree with all of this, but it was mainly the realization that what the fandom calls his sudden "traumadumping", as funny as it is, is literally just him attempting to make Ren feel close to him without any real vulnerability.

He talks about his mom with Ren unprompted, and says he hasn't told anyone this before, and that's true- because he hates feeling pitied. He doesn't want to feel weak, but he does want to be cared for. He wants to be supported, by anyone, but most people would react to his hardship with sympathy that he doesn't need or believe he deserves or earns. So he instead opens up to Ren because he sees them on equal footing. They're on the same page, and he wants Ren to feel a connection to him even if it's entirely fabricated and calculated. It's partially due to habit because, y'know, Detective Prince mask requires him to do this already in general, but also because so much of his real hardship is locked up so seeking a real connection requires the melodrama.

For me, I had this realization remembering when he walked into Leblanc the first time. He sees Futaba and he says "You must be Wakaba Isshiki's daughter" and then after he gets chewed out by Sojiro, he starts talking about how he doesn't feel wanted anywhere. Then seemingly unrelated, he talks about his mom. It feels to me like he's trying to say "if you can care about Futaba, then you should care about me."

He hasn't had a support system, so the need for just someone, anyone to care, even though they don't know him and what he's done, is so strong. He hates being pitied because he doesn't see himself as weak, and he doesn't think he deserves sympathy, so why would he share anything more than necessary? The third semester is the inverse of this. Everyone knows too much, so now the care he craved for so long feels way too exposed. It's too vulnerable, and he never thought he would have earned it if he shared this much, even from Ren. So ultimately the trust he earned has the opposite effect, and now his prior "see me and love me" mask has been replaced by a "leave me alone and hate me" mask.

Just said something about this on twitter but out of everything in 3rd semester that’s meant to show the contrast between akechis behavior pre-engineroom and post-engineroom I honestly think this specific change in sprite expression does it best

The first one looks directly at you because he makes this face when he’s trying to gain sympathy points / connect with whoever he’s talking to. Okay yeah he uses it when he was talking about his mother at leblanc and the bathhouse which definitely drew from a place real sadness but it was still a calculated part of his attempts to endear himself. And the second one is the exact opposite. It barely shows up and when it does it’s only for 1-2 (?) dialogue boxes a piece. It’s the expression he makes when he can’t immediately hide his emotions. The quick turning away / avoidance of eye contact is so you Don’t connect with the little hints of genuineness that manage to slip out for the two seconds that they last. Maybe so he doesn’t have to see your face if you do? Anyway. TDLR I just think it’s nice to focus less on his crazy talk and meangirlisms and acknowledge that they’re 100% also being used to rein in the fact that he’s progressively losing his grip on masking “the real akechi” from sight 100% of the time. At every point in the game he only wants his real self to be seen in tiny, entirely controlled sneak peeks, and only when he thinks it benefits him. agh

[silentstyx]

bound by fate

sum! "percy asks his mortal girlfriend and she meets annabeth and the interaction of it all since the reader is pretty affectionate with percy and vice versa"

tw! guys annies kind of mean m sorry. also i made reader a tad jealous but like affectionate jealous heh. inner thigh grab. jealousy (reader and annabeth).

he was practically begging for the past week for you to meet his girl best friend, who also happened to be his ex. every time he asked you'd tell him you'd think about it, then that would be the end of it! for 30 minutes. then the process would repeat. it was every 30 minutes to two hours with the same questions: "did you think about it yet?", "so will ya?" "oh c'mon pretty girl, pleasee!" "don't ya love me?"

then as soon as it was the next day, he'd ask the original question over again. "do you wanna meet annabeth soon?" then the process repeats.

so you very quickly realized he wasn't gonna ask and then forget. that you had to give an answer soon, you also know that if you say no he'll be a bigger pain in the ass and constantly annoy you and ask you why and try to change your mind about it.

he came up to you right on schedule and asked again, "hi pretty lady... so remember that question i asked earlier that you said-"

you had finally had enough and cut off his question, "jesus perseus! yes. percy, i will meet annabeth. for the love of god...."

his eyes widened and their was a brightness in his expression that you haven't seen on him before.

he went to call annabeth and you groaned quietly, not looking forward to this. sure you've gone through their texts and he'd do anything you asked but you've always felt somewhat jealous of her? maybe it's because she had him first. don't know.

three days later, you meet up. she comes over to percy's apartment and you slept there that night so...

she walks in and you immediately look at her, she is gorgeous. how did percy fumble her, jeez.

"your his new girlfriend?" she says with an undertone of an attitude.

your brows immediately furrowed. you then heard what sounds like footsteps coming from the bedroom.

it was percy running to us because he heard annabeth.

"annabeth!" he exclaims, not running to hug her but it shows in his body language that he wants to.

she smiles, walking closer to him, "seaweed brains."

he smiles, resembling the smile of a golden retriever, "i missed you wise girl."

you can't help but grimace at the pet names for each other, which makes you subconsciously get closer to percy which reminds him why she's here in the first place. he wraps an arm around your back and places his hand on your hip.

"annabeth, this is my girlfriend, [reader]. [reader], this is my best friend, annabeth." percy introduces you two and you both subtly scowl at each other. you don't know why she already hates you, all you did was look at her when she walked in.

however, you're not just gonna take that lying down. you could somewhat tell that she was jealous of you. whether thats just because you're his girlfriend and she doesn't want her friend to be 'taken away' or because she's still into him.

so immediately you interlock fingers with percy and press your body into him more with a smug smile on your face. she forced a smile and sat down.

percy and annabeth were talking on the couch for a while and you were just on your phone next to percy, practically on his lap while they talked. you had your legs draped over his and a head leaning on his shoulder as you were on your phone. percy then moved around and to subtly apologize, he put his hand on your inner thigh. that then became the only thing annabeth noticed for a while as they spoke.

you eventually got bored from being on your phone and you got more cuddly and touchy with percy. you wrapped your arms around him and pressed pecks to his cheek, jaw line, and neck as he spoke. you could see annabeth clenching everything, she was annoyed to say the least.

by the time she had to leave your head was placed on percy's chest sideways, hands interlocked as you all said your goodbyes. you waved her a goodbye as she left. you and percy then went back to the coach.

"sooo how'd ya like her?" percy asked, trying to hold in his excitement.

you then held back an eye roll, "she was fine. we didn't talk much. but she seems cool."

He smiles widely.

"i knew you guys would get along!" he starts.

he then goes on a ramble about how much alike he thought we were and how we'd be great friends cause of it.

man, he's gonna crumble if you and her don't work it out.

the other part: Divine Confessions

[oneforthemunny]

PLEASE ANYTHING WITH MAFIA EDDIE AND THE PUPPYS🥺

ogs will remember baby beelzebub (the fifth dog, a puppy mafia!edddie surprised reader with) and i'm just feeling like doing a fun, fluffy little work with them :)

"Beelzie!" Your voice carried through the hall, a shrill of a coo that teetered on a playful and exasperated. It had Eddie pausing, just for a moment, wondering if he should retreat back to his office or join you.

"No, no. You can't chew on that. That's not a toy."

The words piqued Eddie's curiosity enough to pull him into the living room, stopping at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you bent over, picking up the shredded remains of what looked like... socks.

"No," Eddie's voice boomed, echoing loud off the high ceilings of the house. Loud enough that the other four dogs sat, ears perked high on attention, while the puppy stilled for a moment, retreating close to you.

"Ed," Your frown was prominent in your words, scowling at him from over your shoulder. "Don't use your mean voice with him. He's just a baby."

Eddie scoffed, fighting back an eye roll. "A baby? He's a monster." Eddie gritted, reaching down to snatch the remnants of shredded socks- his shredded socks.

"Should've sent him to the training camp. 'S not too late to-"

"-Don't say that." You gasped, slapping his shin with a glare. "He's a puppy, Ed. He's just- He's doing puppy things!"

"He's a menace." Eddie muttered, watching the clumsy puppy trot up to Lucifer, jumping and mouthing at him to play. The older dog only gave a short growl, annoyed as he tried to sit at attention.

"It's ok, Lucy, you can play." You cooed lightly. "Tell them they can play with his baby brother. They're waiting on you, Ed."

"Why? So they can destroy the house some more? Chew on the rug again." Eddie grumbled, still, he clicked his tongue, giving a nod that they could play. Lucifer growling, pouncing on the puppy playfully as they ran around.

You collected the shreds of fabric, tossing them in the garbage, crossing the room to Eddie, your arms finding their way around his waist.

"He's just the sweetest little thing. You know he is," You gave Eddie a toothy grin, chin pressed to his chest. "Don't be mean to him. He's learning, and he's so sweet."

And he made you happy.

Really, that was the only thing that kept Eddie's sanity in line, with every chewed shoe and early morning, whining wake up call. The puppy, much like his brothers, made you happy, and therefore, it made Eddie happy.

"Gareth found trainers that can come in the day time to the warehouse and train him there." Eddie's hands slid down the back of yours arms, pulling you into him. "That way he doesn't have to be sent away."

That was the last thing he wanted, especially after the fit you threw when he suggested it. How you cried when he dropped him off, locked yourself in the guest room and refused to speak to Eddie. He'd drove two hours away that night and got the puppy back as soon as he'd arrived. He'd let Beelzebub tear the house apart before he did that again.

"Good." You hummed, your cheek pressed to his chest. You could hear his heart, the same steady thump you heard every night.

"I hope it doesn't dull his personality though." You mumbled, eyeing the puppy from across the room as he stumbled, growling and playing with his brothers. "I hope he still wants to cuddle."

Eddie bit his tongue from adding that he hoped he didn't. The newest addition was adamant on sleeping between the two of you, sprawled out and hogged you all to himself. It made Eddie a little jealous, though he'd never admit it.

"Tell them no to go too hard on him." You leaned back, lip jutted and brows pulled in a frown. The look made Eddie's heart soar.

His nose brushed yours, teeth nipping at your lip playfully, enough to get a squeal out of you. "I'm sure they won't. It's only two hours a day."

You grinned, pulling Eddie into a hot, sloppy kiss, walking him backwards to the couch. Eddie crashed under you, both your hands pulling feverishly at the other. Your legs straddling his hips, pushing him back, reaching for your own shirt until he hissed, sitting up quickly.

"Shit," Eddie muttered, brows pulled in annoyance, reaching under him and wiggling out a half chewed object. "Is that- Is that my belt buckle? A belt? What- What the fuck? Who chews up a belt?" Eyes wide in confused exasperation, sending you into a fit of giggles.

[prlssprfctn]

Kinda obsessed with headcanon, where Damian and Jason just randomly (out of nowhere, completely unprompted) start to referring to their shared past in the League in the middle of the family conversations, while everyone just stare at them in concern

Like

Jason, staring at Dick, trying to put Tim's shoulder back: huh, do you remember that one time-

Damian, instantly: when grandfather's shoulder relocated by itself, but instead of properly putting in on its place, he killed himself and mother threw him in the Lazarus Pit?

Jason, cackling: it was hilarious

Damian, no less amused: right?

Bruce, sitting behind them: (concerned sips of tea)

Or, it is not necessarily funny, but it just cute (or sad) details, regarding each other that others are confused about.

Jason, who accidentally fell asleep in the Batcave: (instinctively cards through his hair as he naps)

Tim, teasing: ladies and gentlemen, the criminal lord of the year--

Damian: Drake, bluntly, that's not funny. Back when he was out of the Pit, this was the only thing that could help him to calm down.

Dick, knowing that this is because Bruce constantly stroked Robin!Jason's hair, when he saw nightmares, with eyes full of tears: oh

Jason on the random Friday night, trying to be less awkward about staying with Bruce in one room: actually, Damian's first word was my name

Bruce: really?

Jason: he had, uh, problems with saying his first word. People around him were constantly speaking on both language at the same time, and, I guess, he couldn't figure out what to say. Then, Ra's said that if his heir doesn't get his word in the next two weeks, he will throw him in the Lazarus Pit (as a joke), but I wasn't sure if it was a joke (Talia said later it was), and I panicked, and since Talia wasn't around, I just kept repeating him her name, or just word Mother, but he just, uh, wouldn't say anything - kept blinking and staring at me like a little idiot. And then on a random night, he just grabbed me by the hair, and said, Jason. Food. And he kinda spoke properly since then. Like in full sentences and stuff. I think he just didn't want to speak with us, actually--

Bruce, getting grey hair out of nowhere: RA'S SAID WHAT--

And sometimes they just speak in Arabic, and Damian keeps bullying Jason that his skills are getting rustier.

[jeonscatalyst]

https://x.com/smilefics/status/1875546260196958627?t=WYomQkg6bhVoo3IU4dxsag&s=19

Jungkook heard "Do whatever you want" from jimin's mouth and got the rainy day flashback LMAOOO. He might tease jimin to the core but he can't stand jimin being upset at him. Just one "Do whatever you want" and jimin has jungkook doing anything he wants from jungkook lol.

Reminds me of that one video where jungkook wasn't his usual jimin self with jungkook when jungkook was filming jimin and jimin was beat annoyed and he was like "Go" to jk and jk was like "I'll come to your room" (i guess jm said he's going to go to dorm and in his room something like that i remember the words but something similar) like he was trying hard to make up with jimin. It does seem he doesn't like it when jm is upset with him because if he didn't mind his ass wouldn't be a crying mess on the road after their rainy day fight because come on someone might have taken time to make up the fight and would have waited a little or would have called other members etc but jungkook simply couldn't bear it so he has to call jimin only and sort it out before the next day starts.

Hey anon,

I don’t think Jungkook is very used to seeing Jimin angry with him. Of course, there have likely been moments when Jimin lost his temper, or when he was upset or disappointed with Jungkook, but I don’t think such instances happen frequently.

It’s evident that Jimin has always had a soft spot for Jungkook and a deep well of patience for him. This is probably why, on the rare occasions when Jimin does seem upset or unhappy with Jungkook, Jungkook goes out of his way to make things right. He likely knows it takes a lot to push Jimin to that point, which is why he works so hard to regain Jimin’s favor.

If there’s one story that proves just how much Jungkook fears losing Jimin in his life, it’s the rainy day incident. Many people don’t fully grasp the implications of Jungkook becoming so disoriented, losing his way, and breaking down in tears on the street simply because Jimin told him he would stop caring about him. At that moment, Jungkook could have called any other member…..they would have undoubtedly been there for him. But the fact that, in that vulnerable state, the only person he needed was Jimin, and he didn’t hesitate to let go of his ego to seek him out, speaks volumes.

One of the reasons I love being a Jikooker is because Jimin and Jungkook’s story speaks for itself. There’s rarely any need to add or subtract from what they’ve shared to truly understand the bond they share and the nature of their relationship.

[nixthefirst]

Open your eyes Kaiser x reader

Spoilers for Michael's past, angst, negative thoughts, mentions of fights (Please do not read if you're having a bad day)

Michael hates fighting with you. He can't control himself, he can't control his actions. And it's always the same.

The cold breeze caressing his skin makes him want to push himself into your arms even more. He raises his head up a bit to find you sleeping peacefully. Maybe he should get up to close that window, it's really cold. But you wouldn't care right? There is enough blankets to keep you warm and does he really want to leave your warm embrace?

Michael lays back down, he hugs you even tighter. He just can't seem to fall asleep tonight. Not that his thoughts really allow him to.

How did he get this far? It's... weird? Amazing? He doesn't know. He doesn't want to know, doesn't want to remember any of those nights. The hellish nights of sleeping on the cold floor, wondering if he'll even wake up tomorrow. Why can't just run away? Why can't he just be free? Hasn't he suffered enough already?

A tear threatens to roll down his face but he closes his eyes instantly. Michael moves around before finally laying his head down on your chest. Thump thump thump. It feels... almost peaceful. For a moment his thoughs leave him alone, they leave him alone in the ecstasy.

Yet they are never kind enough to leave him alone for too long. This time though, Michael thinks of you.

Michael thinks of how warm your embrace is, Michael think of how bright your smile is, and how jealous he gets when it's not directed at him.

...

Now that he thinks about it, tonight is probably the first time in a while you were able to sleep so peacefully. Why do you even stay awake every night? Doesn't he provide for you? Isn't he enough? Why can't you just let him do it for you?!

Michael knows you're also broken. Maybe just as much as him. And that hurts the most for him. He puts you through all his episodes and behaviours, but you're just as broken as him. Yet, he is not you. He can't help you, he can never do something good for you. All he does is hurt, hurt, hurt you.

How can someone so broken like him do anything good for someone like you? How can he ever give back all the love you've given him? How can he convince you to not leave him when the day he fucks up inevitably comes?

He hopes that you'll be kind with him. Kind enough to not leave him. He knows he's broken, but so are you.

He just doesn't want to be left alone, vulnerable alll over again, he doesn't want to go through those harsh nights again, he doesn't want to see his so-called father in his sleep ever again.

But would the be fair to you? No. No it wouldn't.

That's when tears finally fall from his eyes. His heart aches.

He'll kiss you when you wake up, he'll spoil you rotten, he'll don anything for you, hell, he'll burn the world down for you if you want, just don't leave him. Please.

The only comfort he has for the rest of the night it holding you tight in his arms.

[universalzones]

"If it came to asking him questions then maybe I should be the one to ask. I have never attempted any form of communication with the leader of Mobius before, though I guess now is as good a time as any." Blaze wasn't even sure where she stood on relations with G.U.N, though beyond the damage Eggman Nega caused her involvement here has never caused any problems.

"Well, he did give us an hour to let us get things in order to some degree. I suppose I simply dislike judging someone without getting to know them." Maybe Belle was playing devils advocate quite a bit right now, though she just liked to be as hopeful as she can be. After all, Thawne was the President so he couldn't do anything too crazy without looking bad. That offered a small amount of leeway.

"That all depends if G.U.N actual needed an hour to set something up which is why he gave it to us and keep our focus elsewhere." Kitsunami was sure that was a stretch, though who knows what G.U.N has up their sleeves. After all, The Restoration has a lot of power houses here right now, and three powerful speedsters as well.

"Eh, anything else would be overkill if you ask me. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if by this point the whole word was watching what's going on. So now they'll have to be careful of what they do just as much as us going forward. If they misstep it'll be a PR nightmare for them." Rowan wouldn't be surprised if there were news vans all over the place by now as G.U.N doesn't move without getting noticed.

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"And here I thought you were the normal one out of the group. Guess all our weirdness finally got to you too." Surge still found it hard to believe any of them even liked her, even a little bit. Kitsunami did a way better job at getting along with them than she did, if you didn't count the times he would insult their level of intelligence. Most of that was directed at Tangle.

"Don't go trying to take credit for my fuck up. Mimic would've been found out way sooner if I wasn't covering for his ass when needed. Not to mention I was the one dumb enough to work for someone like Clutch." Surge didn't need Lanolin trying to blame herself when most of this was her fuckup. The only thing she didn't do was cause G.U.N to knock at their fucking door.

"Jewel?" Surge would have to think for a moment before remembering who that was. "Oh, the director chick. Gonna be honest, I never really talked to her. Though the fact she isn't glued to the command center now is weird, right? Maybe I should make a quick run around the base." Surge may not know Jewel well, though knew they were dedicated so even she found it odd they weren't at the command center. The tenrec would grab Lanolin's arm before dashing off at high speeds.

The Lemur was probably right, it made alot of sense to Miles. Best time to cease power, under the guise of getting the world in order. Plant your own agent in, and run things from behind the scenes. It sounded like something Abe would have done in his hay day. But miles was always under the impression that after black doom he learned his lesson. Maybe there was more to it? But then who really was Thawne? A Puppet? Or was he the mastermind himself? To many unknowns for Miles tastes.

" It fits with GUN's normal motive of control. The former president was always pushing back against GUN's less then savory projects. Planting there own agent as president gives them free reign to do whatever. Thawne might just be a puppet in all this, or he could be someone more important. "

He placed a hand on his chin at Belle's suggestion, He doubted thawne would say anything to relevant. But she was right it couldn't hurt to ask him directly. Maybe they'd figure something out from his answers or bait him into revealing something. But he was with Kit on this, the idea that this guy was somehow on there side? Absolute foolishness.

No he was the enemy and Miles was sure of that!

" If the guy had an altruistic one in his scrawny little body he'd be on the horn with us, trying to work with us. Instead he gave us an ultimatum Guy sounds like a common thug... an trust me i know thugs. "

He huffed as he didn't like the guy, but then he hated most politicians.

" I'll check into the guy once this is over, but if GUN's involved, it might be better to call Rouge ...assumin' we can trust her..."

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Lanolin tried to suppress a sad smile at Surge's blunt statement about her missing her causing her trouble. But really her whole team was that way, not just Surge. Outside of Kit everyone of them caused her mountains of paperwork. But she'd grown so close to them, they'd become like a family to her. Her eyes really did look very lost for a moment, as she remembered her own family and how much she missed them.

" Heh... you aren't Wrong Surge, none of us are normal. I think it's why i have grown so fond of all of you... even that sharktoothed smile of yours..."

She sighed and gave Surge a smile, not of the commander in battle but of a friend about to lose someone close.

" I'll try to remember that... try to do better. I know i messed up so bad with Duo...roll with the punches? Sounds like something my boxing coach would say "

She placed a hand on her arm watching Surge for a moment she seemed like a completely different person. Like she was going to miss them to. She half expected her to push her away, or have some snarky comment but instead? She was giving advice. She honestly might regret it but it might be the last time Surge and she got a chance to connect.

" Sure... It'll save me time, i just wanna check the infirmary and see if Jewel is there... and check on Amy. I don't want to use comms as GUN learning our director is missing could be bad...so i thought i'd just check it on the way back. It's not like her to not make her way to the command center..."

[lorena-art]

Ok, 2025 has just started and I decided to go back to my beloved TIMBERN and the au's I love so much. It took me like a week to finish this and I'm happy to see that I haven't gotten as bad at drawing as I thought despite not being able to practice as often as before.

Ok, now the context. It's not very long, since I drew this scene on impulse. It's another Bernard/Dionysus AU with the added bonus that Tim in this case is the reincarnation of Ariadne and the only thing that prevented an angry god from turning everyone in Gotham into animals. After his rude awakening Dionysus was completely furious but all that was forgotten immediately he saw Ariadne, as beautiful and stunning as when he met her in Naxos crying over her new body. Of course, Tim doesn't remember any of this and just happens to have seen his friend Bernard get stabbed to death by a cult of madmen and collapses in grief and guilt because he was late again. Only for the body to rise up, still bleeding and chest open screaming in Greek with a deranged grin. I don't have much more to it than that, really. The scene in the picture is Dionysus/Bernard just waking up and getting déjà vu about his first meeting with Ariadne on the Island of Naxos where she was abandoned by Theseus. I was reading up on them and I imagined Dionysus meeting a very reluctant and angry Ariadne, who is crying at being abandoned and the God decides he wants to see her smiling face and will do anything to make that happen. Now in Gothan the myth is coming to life again. Dionisio wants to court his wife (who is now a husband, and that doesn't bother him at all) and Tim trying by all means to keep him entertained while the others look for a solution and he's being influenced little by little to remember what was in the past.

(what Bernard/ Dyonisus is shouting is "Ariadne!!", but I don't know any ancient Greek so this comes from Wikipedia)

ok, that was all, I hope you liked it 💕

Below is the image as I really imagined it, with Tim crying and recreating much more the first meeting between the two.

[sappymix1]

caroline wearing a cat beanie,,,,, remember when she went out with dt bc andrea brought them along and she didn't know what mc is at all but she was concerned bc they dont go out at all and dont know anyone and also she thought they were literal teenagers and they told her they didn't know anything about alcohol and were nervy bc they didn't know anyone and she kept trying to get them to dance to get them to relax and make sure that they had eaten and also she thought george specifically was nineteen and he told her his secret is that he doesn't leave the house. does anyone else even remember this