#i get choked up/upset thinking about it y'know

[sublieu]

𝐄𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭

cw. - threesome, biting, feral! Wukong vs feral! Macaque, rough sex, dacryphilia, hair pulling, choking, degradation, cumflation [at near end]

an.- ngl this gave me the shivers ty for helping me with this fic @mortal-mayhem . And yes I know it was for christmas but it's boxing day so technically this is christmas so shut up.

wc. - 2.3k words

ref. - ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

music. - playing dangerous/ little west

copyright.- “Words and quotes all belong to me, do not repost without permission” ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

SIKEEEEEEE

cw. - limited space, ooc mk [?], major kissing, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, business partners, getting caught [at the end]

wc. - 1.2k words

ref. - ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

music. - playing dangerous/ little west

mutuals. - @mortal-mayhem @yellowaxol @zmzsnakes

copyright.- “Words and quotes all belong to me, do not repost without permission” ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

"You are by far the most insecure man I've ever met"

"Says the woman who acts like a child!"

"There they go arguing again." Tang sighs and takes a sip of mocha, already annoyed with how loud your arguments could get. And even if you guys couldn't stand each other, atleast go somewhere private to settle things.

Being a business partner with someone who shares very little to nothing in common with you was hard, even as a reserved parson yourself somehow this man has caused you to visit a therapist every 8 weeks. Mk and Redson decided it would be pretty nice to have you and Pigsy collaborate in the recent cook off wars. And it did work for so long.

So how come the same show the brought you two closer made you drift apart?

When Pigsy decided to insult your favorite chef, Patire Le Rouge you weren't gonna let him get away with it and insult Chang'e. Which now you were recalling it was a stupid move, but who does Pigsy think he is to insult your favorite chef. And since then, you two have been at war ever since; It nearly got physical hadn't Redson and Mk step in at some point to hold both you and the pink bastard back.

"Y'know what? I've had it with the two of you!!" Mk yells at the top of his lungs and threw a glass bottle on the floor, dropping his staff along the way as he pushes you both into the broom closet, not without hearing a few curse words from you two before locking it with the key.

"Until you two makeup like grown adults, none of you are leaving this closet!" Mk yells a final time and proceeds to walk upstairs with Mei and Tang following him as well until there was silence, for once.

"Just great, now you pissed him off!" "Me?! If it wasn't for your annoying ass we wouldn't have been in this situation!" You retort and push him into the brooms neatly lined up behind him before sitting down on the floor with him following after.

As time seems to move slowly, you look up and saw Pigsy take out a small flask, drinking the contents from it before throwing it to you. Which you take a swig of and immediately taste the strongness of the liquor.

"What kind of liquor is this?" "It's vodka, well it's a mix of 'Good Ol sailor' and 'Devil Springs'"

He responds and snickers at you spitting it out before giving him back. Pouty and upset about the fact he tried to give you hard liquor to drink, especially in a hot room as this.

The blue dim lit window in the room was the only form of light you both could use, stupidly leaving out your phones as Pigsy strums up more conversation; Cracking some jokes here and there to make the silence more comfortable.

Time flies by so slowly, only being 4 hours since Mk locked you both in this stuffy closet as you huddled closer to each other for warmth as early mornings tend to be the coldest times. With you two still giggling with each other like young teenagers.

Till you gave him a forehead kiss and cuddled ontop of his head, with Pigsy using your breasts as a pillow. Leaving him a flustered mess between the heat of your chest as you sighed softly.

"Y'know, I didn't mean anything when I said you acted like a child."

"Mm yea I know. I'm sorry about insulting Chang'e" "Me too, I didn't know you liked the guy so much" He replies and holds your hand, staring at your ring finger as you look at the shelves in the broom closet; Only comfortable silence alongside the occasional car passing by or two, when he asks for a request.

"Y'mind kissing me again?- I-i know if you probably don't wanna but please?"

He asks in a hushed tone, blushing at your laughter before you lift his chin with your finger and gifting him one more kiss on the lips. Which he gladly return with his tail wagging happily, his hands caressing your face as you share more kisses until you were taking of the other's clothes. Giggling like teenagers the sweeter your kisses got.

His claws gently took off your panties before tracing the slit. His pants having an obvious boner as his tongue messed with your clit, getting you lubed up before kissing it a final time and pull off his pants. Already pulsing and leaking with pre.

"I don't even have a condom-" "Leave it, we'll deal with it later"

You hushed and wrapped your legs around his waist, flustering him even more as he hides his face between your neck; Gently pushing it in as you held his hand, comforting him the deeper he went by kissing him and praising him for well he's taking it. Little whimpers escaped his lips tears fell to his chin, never feeling something as warm and snug as this.

Not wasting anymore time, he starts thrusting, his claws digging into your plump skin as he places a forehead on yours. Giggling when you shared another kiss with him; It could be the liquor talking or him actually showing you his true emotions, but you couldn't care less. As both of you were each other, happy and blissfully ignorant to the world.

Moans slip from your tongues as he thrusts harder, lifting you up and gently pressing your back against the shelves as ingredients fall to the floor. His tail wagging happily the deeper he thrusted.

Everything felt fuzzy, a ringing found itself to your ears as the sloppiness of his thrusting started to show. You even felt a tear slip from your face from how big he was inside, it didn't help the fact that he physically couldn't pull out if he tried; Not that you wanted him to.

His claws would put your legs around his neck, thrusting even harsher to leave a bruise. Everything felt warm and sticky, and it didn't help that you wanted to cum either; Your mind a hazy mess as his cock fucks you stupid.

Until he cums first, his claws digging deeper to leave a wound on your thighs as he stuffs your cunt full of his cum. He couldn't even speak the more he stuff you full, certain you were bound to get pregnant.

You both look back at the door, seeing Mk look at you both with an unreadable if not disgusted look as Tangs peeps from behind him before going back to finishing his noodles; Mei was no where to be found, presumably hanging out with Redson as you both try to pull away from each other. Now realizing you were stuck and there was no way to explain this.

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[minevn]

(I'm sorry for the mistakes) (silly) *left a note for all my clothes thieves* “Please don't steal my clothes! I’m not rich and I can’t buy new clothes every time!!!”

Minato: Doesn't steal your clothes but is shocked when you invite him over and he sees the note. "You...have people stealing your clothes?" He looks at you, mortified, shocked that stuff like that actually happens and it's happening to you. Offers to stay watch if you want him to.

Haruto: Doesn't steal your clothes, but you two probably share clothes if your clothes fit him, he also gives you his clothes often. Is also surprised when he sees the note, honestly, a bit upset he hadn't thought of doing that himself but also gets upset at himself for thinking that. "I'll buy you new clothes, how does that sound?"

Jun: Has definitely stolen your clothes, especially now that she's back in town and so close to you. Feels bad when she sees the note and returns your stolen clothes back to you, washed of course. She'll also buy you some new clothes and takes one article of clothing, she needs your smell y'know? She'll make sure to wash and return it when your scent is gone.

Hoshi: Hasn't stolen your clothes, but has definitely thought about it. Laughs so hard he falls to the floor when he reads the note you left. "People are ACTUALLY stealing your clothes?!?" Despite laughing, when he thinks about it, it ticks him off. If any one is going to be stealing your clothes, it should be HIM! He's the one dating you! "I'm buying you new clothes and getting you a safe to store them in. That, or you could come live with me and I'll beat the shit outta anyone who comes by to steal 'em"

Habiki: Hasn't thought about stealing your clothes so he hasn't done it. Doesn't notice the note until later in his visit. "Is... Is that a joke?" He points to the paper, looking disgusted. Why would anyone steal worn clothes?? After confirming it's not a joke, Habiki just sighs. "Lets get you some new clothes. Don't worry 'bout paying me back." He doesn't steal your clothes, but he tries to find the appeal about stealing worn clothes. He understands when all he smells is you. Still, you two are dating and he can smell you anytime he wants to.

Kage: He's solen your clothes so many times. He feels bad when he sees the note when he's about to steal some more clothes. He sighs and drops his plans of stealing your clothes. He heads back home and finally does the laundry, it's mostly your clothes. He'll return them back to you when he's done washing and drying them. He'll take a little something as a reward for giving you back your clothes.

Kei: He's stolen one thing of yours(your heart jk) and that's a shirt that you go to sleep in. He only ever steals that shirt. Once the scent is gone, he washes it and returns it back to you, waiting for you to wear it and get your scent all over it again. When he sees the note, he knows he's included, but definitely not the only one. Next time he goes to steal that shirt, he buys you a new shirt to wear every time and leaves you some(a lot of) money.

Yani: The main culprit honestly. He'll go to steal another article of clothing and see the note. It doesn't stop him from stealing your clothes. But the next day he returns with all your clothes that went missing months ago, but he didn't even wash them. You ask how he got your clothes, not wanting to expect the worst, but he just flat out tells you it was him before going over to you laundry basket, picking up a shirt and smelling it while telling you she likes your scent. Will ask you if you know how to turn your scent into a perfume that way Yani doesn't have to steal your clothes anymore. Still, he feels bad so he'll take you shopping, letting you know that he'll be stealing these as well after you've worn them, but at least you have all your other clothes back and Yani will start returning them to you, unwashed however.

Aki: Chokes as soon as she sees the note. Thinks it's a joke but quickly turns disgusted when she finds out it's not a joke. "That's serious, buddy. Call the police??? For now, lets get you some new clothes, don't even worry about paying me back." is so disgusted by the idea of others stealing your clothes that she stays over for a month and doesn't sleep at night, just stares at the window.

[dreamyautumns]

A friend of mine gave me a fic idea for Giant!Deuce and Human!Ace so I think I’m gonna write about these two buffoons for today😎

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Ace grabs hold of a ladder standing just outside Heartslabyul dorm and begins to ascend it. He's holding a large box of cookies, a scowl across his face.

"Ace Trappola! YOU made Deuce Spade angry enough to the point he broke half my dorm, so YOU shall be the one to fix it! Now, go make up with him this INSTANT!"

The ginger took a nervous gulp and looked up at his... "friend". Deuce, one of the only sizeshifters at NRC, had gotten so heated after arguing with Ace to the point he grew out the dorm and broken down half of it. The blue-haired boy sat, slumped against the building, a frown sketched across his face. Ace couldn't really tell what Deuce was feeling. Was it guilt? Anger? Fear?

Ace shook off this thought and looked down at the cookies in his arms.

He better like these... or else he's just another ungrateful asshole...

Ace climbs onto the roof and slowly walks up behind Deuce. The giant holds a rose bush in his hand, banging it against the soft earth besides him. Fallen petals scatter in the wind as the ginger clears his throat and looks up.

"D-Deuce! Down here!"

Deuce stops swinging the bush around and drops it, a heavy thud echoing off the walls. He turns to face Ace, his sea blue gaze piercing right through Ace's ruby red eyes.

"Ace... you got me in trouble with the House Warden! I lost my temper and crashed through the roof because of YOU! You're the last person I wanna see right now, so just beat it you ginger ant!"

"Is that really the best you could come up with?" Ace asks. This provokes Deuce, as the blue haired boy glares daggers down at him.

"You're a real douchebag, y'know that, Trappola? You're obviously not here to make up with me if you keep making me upset."

Right. Be nice to him, or else you'll hurt his "feelings"... Ace mocks Deuce within his mind.

"My bad, dude."

"My bad"? Is that ALL you have to say?" Deuce asks, cracking his knuckles. Each pop sounds like the crackle of thunder as the ginger backs up.

"N-no, actually. I did come here to apologize..." Ace rubs the back of his head. "Clover-senpai told me to bring you these cookies to... demonstrate how "sorry" I was, or something like that. Y'know, you REALLY gotta stop losing your temper like that. You almost squashed like, 20 people! Our House Warden included! What if-"

Deuce's eyes widen, his face contorting to a look of rage. Ace shuts up and sets the box down on the roof.

"You ever learn when to keep your mouth shut?" Deuce asks.

"You ever learn to stop taking everything someone says as something negative? I'm just providing... hmm, what's the word? Insight."

Deuce snatches the box off the roof and points one of his gigantic digits at Ace in an accusatory manner. "Keep running your mouth and I'll flatten you under my thumb, got that?"

"Whatever! Keep yappin' like this and the House Warden's gonna lose his-"

Ace has no time to finish before Deuce grabs him in a gloved hand and stands up to his full height (for now, at least; he could potentially get bigger...). Ace, for once, can feel his heart pounding in his chest as fear sets in.

"I told you to stop mocking me, and WHAT did you do?! HUH?!"

Ace covers his face as he prepares for the worst until someone's voice calls over the commotion.

"ACE TRAPPOLA AND DEUCE SPADE!"

The two first years look down to see Riddle standing on the roof. Deuce immediately sets Ace back down and stands with his arms at his side.

"T-thanks... House Warden-"

"Don't thank me. You continue to insinuate arguments with Deuce, and for that, he nearly crushed you into oblivion. Trappola, apologize to Spade this instant."

Ace looks up at Deuce, who folds his arms and glares at him. "Ugh, fine... Deuce? I'm... sorry." Ace chokes out the word sorry like a stale piece of bread.

"Now, Spade. Squishing your fellow dorm members is STRICTLY forbidden. I want you to shrink down and apologize to Trappola."

Deuce nods his head, and slowly, he begins reducing his height. In mere seconds, he's now Ace's exact height as he jumps down on the roof.

"Ace, I'm sorry for almost flattening you. It'd be great if we could just put this behind us, yeah?"

Ace scoffs but reluctantly nods his head. "Sure, whatever. Can I leave now?"

Riddle nods. "You may. Oh! Actually..." The House Warden picks up the cookie box and shakes it up and down. "How about you two share these? Together?"

"WHAT?!" Ace and Deuce ask in outrage. The two boys instantly begin to clamor over one another as Riddle turns around and sighs.

"They'll never learn, will they?"

With that, Riddle climbs back down from the roof as the two freshmen begin their bantering once more.

[marshmallowprotection]

That anon talking about them pressing the mean option with Ray reminded me of a time I accidentally made him upset after the kiss 😭😭😭 I'm the type who loves to lightheartedly tease my loved ones, and I accidentally interpreted the mean option as if it was supposed to be said affectionately y'know? BUT THEN OH NO I REALIZE THAT THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SAID WITH AFFECTION IN GAME AND NOW HE THINKS THAT OUR KISS DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME AND I'M PANICKING

I was kinda upset at first, but then it made me imagine how this would play out in canon without the limitations of the game! Like me poking fun at him and then panicking about making him upset all while trying to explain that I was just trying to make him blush because I find him cute, and oh no, now I'm the one blushing and choking on my words, what an interesting turn of events....

Turnabout play is fair, isn't it? It would be interesting for him to see you stumbling over your words as if you don't know what to say to him. It's not because he disgusted you, it's because you're embarrassed and overwhelmed by your emotions. That doesn't make much sense to him given the fact that he assumes that he is the problem in your life. He can't imagine that you would be charmed by him. Even in his fantasies when you go along with everything that he says, it's hard for him to imagine you stumbling right into his arms with a warm glint on your face. So, you can imagine having the real thing being even more perplexing to him.

The thing is, he would assume that anybody kicking him or saying something snide was to be expected. His self-esteem is almost non-existent. He expects people to punch or beat him down when he already feels blue. There would be resignation on his face as if he knew that that was coming. It would only be confusing when you would try to backtrack those words and explain they didn't have the connotation that he thought they did. There are so many social cues that he has no idea about. There are so many ways that people talk in this world and he only knows a few of them. So, he would have no idea if some people would show affection that way. It's supposed to be playful, he understands that once you explain it.

It isn't as if Ray isn't confident, either. We all know that he has the ability to take charge. All it takes is the right push for him to be able to take control of a situation. It would be to his benefit once he realized that you get just as embarrassed as him. It would be enough to bring his confidence levels up. There would be less of a doubt in his mind about the way you feel about him if he sees you stumbling over your words. Of course, he doesn't want you to feel cornered and skittish, but he does appreciate it when you warm up.

This can go one of two ways depending on how much confidence grows. You could either spend your time trying to comfort him so he doesn't beat himself up about his insecurities or he could take control in that moment and take advantage of the fact that you're overwhelmed. He wants to make your heart feel heavy just as you make his knees feel weak. He wants to see you stumble just as much as you apparently want him to stutter. So, it's only fair to flip the script. Don't panic. This can work out as long as you are mindful of the ways that it can go.

[klysanderelias]

I feel like (I'm done with episode 6 of HxH so far) there's the traditional shounen bullshit that can be upsetting (the treatment of fat characters, the way that women aren't really taken seriously and often used as jokes, etc etc) but I really appreciate something that has bothered me a lot in other anime -

Hunter x Hunter has very realistic results of violence even when it's a little cartoonish, and it feels like they're being very thoughtful about deploying that, and about remembering that.

I watched some of Ranma 1/2 a few years ago and I couldn't stomach how the show handled its violence. It was extremely over the top in the traditional hammerspace 'woman enacting huge damage on her harassers' style, but then would continue on to show the character in question laid up in bed covered in bandages unable to walk, and then turn around AGAIN to make THAT into a joke. It was distasteful to me that the show wanted to have excessive violence be explicitly canon within the world, unlike a lot of shows where a character gets conked on the head with a giant mallet and then immediately gets up without any lasting harm, but also that the show thought it was funny that characters were being actually genuinely harmed (and of course it never lasted past the scene anyway so it felt very grotesque to me).

And that's not really something I care to argue about, that's kind of a thing of taste and expectation to a certain extent, but in HxH I've found that there are scenes where characters are exposed to hyperviolence, and the cartoonish nature of the show instead feels stripped away a little.

Like, in episode 5, Leorio gets uppercutted and Gon is basically being choked out by another character, and the camera kind of zooms in on his face as he's struggling to breathe and then he kind of starts to go slack, and the character choking him hastily drops him almost in a 'oh shit I've gone too far' kind of way. And it's partially really compelling to me because you remember oh yeah, this kid is like 12, in a squid games situation, but also because the show up until this point has not really taken the deaths of unnamed background characters seriously, so it almost feels like the camera is giving you the main characters' perspectives - they don't know these other people, they don't care, maybe they just don't notice or they think 'well we all agreed to take the risks' but when the protagonist is getting choked out the stakes are suddenly very real.

And also in that same moment, when Leorio gets punched, it feels like a traditional shounen punch, but then he's rocking that swollen cheek for the rest of that episode and the entire next one (maybe longer, I didn't keep watching). And I really like that, again partially because it's a realistic consequence of violence, but also it's almost like a 'damage in cutscenes is canon' video game moment where your character takes a hit and it changes the model for the rest of the game, where it's supposed to be (assuming the moment lands) a reminder of the actual risks you're taking, and the consequences of failure that you're trying to avoid. I can only think of Bioshock infinite where booker gets stabbed in the hand, and I'm certain there are far better moments and far better games to reference, but y'know, it's past my bedtime anyway.

But yeah episodes 4-6 were fun, 6 was the least fun given how they portrayed uhhhhh menchi and uhhhhhhhh bahara? Buhara. Definitely the weakest of the episodes, but I think there were still some fun moments in there.

[vierandancer]

"You all right, lass?"

Perhaps she was being overly familiar with the teen, but there was something about Minfilia that reminded the Meiko of herself. Particularly, it was the way she was overly prepared for anything and everything -- and the seemingly low self-esteem.

It was hard to go through life like that. Mei didn't wish it on anyone, let alone a child with as big a destiny as hers.

"Oh, Meiko," Minfilia looked up, having been found staring off into space -- or, more specifically, in the direction of the chamber known as the Darker. "Yes, I'm fine. I was only just thinking of the ritual in which the Night's Blessed say their goodbyes." She folded her arms, absently hugging herself with reassurance. "It's a sad ritual and yet it brings them so much peace. It's very beautiful."

"Aye, it is." Meiko nodded. After a moment ot internal debate, she paused to rest a hand upon the teen's shoulder. "Ritual rites aside, though. What of you, y'know -- as a person? S'a lot o'shite we've been barrelin' through as of late. Sineaters an' Lightwardens, an' fuckin' Emet-Selch... " If he was around, she wanted him to hear how annoyed she was by his presence. "What's goin' through your mind? If you don't mind me askin', o'course."

Minfilia looked at her, almost at a loss for words. It wasn't a strange question, but one she was not used to receiving. What was she thinking at this moment, after all that had unfolded these past few days? She had to give it some thought, but Meiko waited patiently as always. Alisaie had once described the Viis -- Viera -- in passing as an older sister to just about everyone, and she could feel that, too.

"I'm...I'm feeling very overwhelmed, if I'm honest," she ventured, but added almost immediately, "Not that I can't go on! I've faced plenty of Sineaters before, and --"

"Aye, never said you couldn't," Meiko interrupted her gently, shaking her head. "You're allowed to feel overwhelmed, lass. And just that. No one's out here doubtin' your strength or dedication, I promise. Not without answerin' to me, at least."

Minfilia hesitated, then sighed and looked down at the ground.

"I am very overwhelmed," she confessed quietly. "I want to do more, but I've never had a teacher to give me guidance on what to do. Thancred taught me to defend myself, but I always feel like I'm behind everyone else in battle. And I'm tired, and scared, and..." She choked, her words coming to a halt as she put her face in her hands. She wasn't crying -- not yet -- but she was visibly upset. "I just feel like I should be leading, but all I ever do is get dragged around!"

Twelve's sakes, had someone compounded all of her insecurities into this poor girl? If Meiko didn't know better, she may have guessed she was yet another aspect of her inner self -- much like Myste and Fray. But no. Minnie was her own person with her own fucked up destiny. If only Meiko could absorb all of that nonsense, too, in addition to the Light.

"Well, if it's any consolation," Meiko placed a hand on Minfilia's shoulder, smile soft and wry. "S'hard for anyone t'lead a group like th'Scions, where everyone's a hero in their own way. Gods know I barely bother most days, save for this situation."

She gave the blonde's shoulder a squeeze.

"I've felt all you've described, too. As recent as a few weeks prior, even! Like some sorta impostor who's not meant t'be runnin' w'people like th'Scions. Even now, bein' hailed as a Warrior Of Darkness makes me wanted to curl up like a bug."

"M'sure that's not quite comfortin' to hear for anyone else dependin' on me, but it's the truth. Pretendin' otherwise won't suddenly make me feel better. An' even if it's not a popular stance, sharin' when you feel weak's an advantage, too. 'Cause then others can know where you need help."

Minfilia looked up at her, listening intently. When the other finished, she let out a little sigh and shut her eyes.

"I'm just so tired of feeling like a burden," she confessed quietly.

"An' when did you start feelin' that way?" Meiko guessed. "S'cause o'Thancred?"

Minfilia's head snapped up suddenly. "No, no! Not at all! I mean -- I just --"

"Your situation's not gonna ruin our friendship, Minnie," Meiko soothed. "I've a decent handle on what he's been goin' through, too. He's not had it easy, long before you two even met. An' I ache for what he's fightin' with, but that doesn't mean his struggle dismisses yours."

"But he and Y'shtola argued because of me," she protested. "He's stalked off just now and -- and what if something happens to him while he's out there alone?"

Meiko had worried about that, too. But... "If something is to happen to him out there, Minnie, it's because he chose to put himself in th'situation. Sounds cold, I know, but I've enough faith in him t'believe he'll be back."

And he would be. She wasn't even sure if he had even left the vicinity of Slitherbough. He could've been brooding away in one of the caves, or lingering in the trees. Maybe he was listening in on their conversation even now.

"You care for him a lot, don't you?" she murmured.

"...He saved me." Minfilia admitted. "He taught me how to protect myself. I know it's just because of--"

"Nuh uh. None o'that, Mins," Meiko stopped her. "M'sure he went t'save you because o'your predecessor, aye. Can't say I'd do different in his shoes. But you are not the original Minfilia. An' Thancred knows that. M'sure he knew it within minutes o'your first meetin', and yet he still sought to take care o'you. Heroic endeavors aside, he does care. Even if he's too wrapped up in his guilt and trauma t'make it clear. If he didn't care, he wouldn't be as bloody tortured as he is."

The teen only gave a noncommittal sigh. She clearly wasn't fully convinced. But that was okay.

"But I know s'not me you need t'hear that from, so no worries," she concluded. "He'll come 'round. Hopefully sooner rather than later. Regardless, I just want t'make sure you know no one'll judge you for bein' sad or scared. 'Cause the shite we're goin' through's for sure bloody terrifyin'."

Slowly, Minfilia looked up at her and gave a slow nod, as well as a tiny glimpse of a smile.

"Thank you, Meiko."

[gas-stxtion]

@rejectshumanity said: ♡ ♢ ☼ for the munday meme!

(what is this? an interrogation? come back with a warrant - open)

//hehe thank you <3 i'll put these under the cut b/c i never fucking shut up lmao

♡ What are your top five favorite things about yourself?

//how daaaare you make me be nice to myselffffff

no jokes aside <3 anyway.

i like that i'm generally a nice person! i think that it's important to be kind when you can, because there's enough darkness in the world. why not be kind when you have the chance?

... on another note, though, i'm really happy that i'm getting better at standing up for myself and handling conflict. because being kind is important, but sometimes you gotta be a bitch and that's life! i was rereading something i sent a friend years ago regarding a conflict i was having at the time, and i was astounded by it lmao like... oh my god. my dude. you have very good reasons to be upset and it's okay to say "i'm mad at this person" without adding a million disclaimers that it's probably not their fault!!

i genuinely think i'm *so* fucking funny, and for better or worse, you will certainly hear my jokes.

i'm a good listener. when people are having a hard time and need someone to talk to, i'm good at like... just offering a listening ear. i may not always have advice but i can generally listen and chat and help someone talk through it if that's what they need.

i don't like to judge people unless they give me very, very good reason to, especially if i don't know them. i try to assume ignorance more than i'll assume malice, though i'm also trying to get better at recognizing when the line between those can get a bit blurred haha.

♢ What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?

//gimme that salted caramel <333 though honestly a long-time favorite is like. anything with cherries. that's the good shit.

☼ Who are your top five favorite fictional characters?

//CRACKS KNUCKLES.

okay for the sake of not going on forever, i'll just list five characters that aren't muses of mine (at least not on this blog). because we all know mr jack townsend is number one but like. others deserve a shot. for fun, i'll also explain myself a bit :3c

dr. robert langdon - the da vinci code (and other dan brown books)

i was obsessed with these books a completely normal amount as a middle schooler (lying). something about this like... charming middle-aged professor who keeps finding himself in the middle of massive conspiracies usually related in some way to religion and frequently having his life put in danger? and saves the day by being a fucking nerd? what a dude!

arthur morgan - red dead redemption 2

if you were there for my rdr2 fixation (which most of you definitely weren't lmao) then uhhh yeah <3 genuinely i had a huge crush on this character and was so obsessed with him for so long. the yearning was out of control, folks. i do still have a lot of fondness for him, but tbh some not-so-fun interactions in the fandom really put me off of the whole series for a while. he still means a lot to me though!

rhys - tales from the borderlands

would it be exaggerating to say that rhys tftbl is the reason i'm trans? probably. but y'know something about him really resonated with me at a time when i was really going through some gender fuckery and trying to figure myself out. idk what it says about me that that shitty little twink helped me figure myself out a bit, but anyway.

evelyn mckinnon - accounts from a lonely broadcast station

had to list at least one woman lmao- but yeah i really love evelyn. she's such an incredibly written character and every time i reread (or. rather. re-listen to) the series i actually get a little choked up because her narrative is so *fascinating* and well-done to me. like wow we love a tragic cringefail woman who has to face her own mistakes and become better, not just for her own sake but for others'!!! and face the fact that her fuck-ups hurt more than just herself!!!

evelyn is one of the many characters i'm considering for the horror multimuse i talk about sometimes. and maybe i'll even let her stay a cis woman- i'm kidding ASDFJKL; but like. fr. we'll see.

charlie kelly - it's always sunny in philadelphia

honorable mention for the trashiest man i'm currently thinking about lmao- so i started watching iasip because i wanted to see the insanity for myself and. wow all of these characters are terrible. but god it's so fun to see them in action. and charlie is by far my favorite. he's illiterate. he drinks paint. he eats cat food for fun. he's an artist. he makes a living beating rats to death with a stick. he's a wet paper bag of a man. he's very deeply traumatized and doesn't realize it.

he's the perfect man.

[sweetness-doesnt-touch-my-face]

Believe it or not, I'm trying with every fiber of my being to be okay. I'm trying incredibly hard to remain positive.

[rottingreveries]

YOU DON'T GOTTA LIKE ME, YOUR BITCH DO!

pairing: hanma shuji x AFAB!reader (they/them pronouns)

rating: NSFW! MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend hates hanma, though you imagine you'd also hate the person who was fucking your significant other better than you were.

cw: infidelity, heavy cursing, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, slapping, dacryphilia, dumbification, mention of edging, mating press, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, creampie, hanma calls you a bitch, size kink kinda, very light choking, hanma both takes and sends a pic while fucking you, you breakup with your bf over the phone while getting absolutely railed!

wc: 1,386

a/n: another repost from my old blog :) also i do not condone cheating, this is JUST fiction

"i just can't fuckin' stand him, y'know? and it's not that i don't trust you, baby, i don't trust him. he knows i hate him, so i bet he's just trying to get close to you to spite me or something."

right, him. your boyfriend hates hanma, the very one who's between your legs at the moment. he grins wolfishly at your boyfriend's words, hands gripping the back of your soft thighs and pushing them towards your chest.

"mmh, i get it," you mumble into your phone. your gaze is steady on hanma— watching, waiting as he teases your clit with the tip of his cock. "hey, i-i gotta go. i'll talk t-to you tomorrow."

"wait, are you okay?"

no. no, you're absolutely not okay. hanma has been edging you for a fucking hour and, on top of that, you've had to listen to your boyfriend drone on, and on, and on about just how much he doesn't like hanma. you're out of your fucking mind and you might either cry or scream if he doesn't fuck you they way you've been craving.

"yeah—“ you breathe, “yeah, just sleepy, 's all."

he hums softly, "oh, alright. then yeah, i'll talk to you—“

your phone slips from your hand as hanma finally sinks into you, and for once he's not being completely merciless and fucking his full length into your cunt in one swift thrust like he usually does. you fumble for your phone and the tips of your fingers tap away at the screen in search of the hang up button with reckless abandon.

but hanma, as cruel as he is, suddenly drags his hips back just to drive the entirety of his cock back inside you. you breathe out a choked gasp just before you manage to hang up, eyes wide at his actions. you lied, he’s just as fucking merciless as he always is and he makes sure to prove that point at any given opportunity.

and he’s especially cruel today because when he’d usually make you cum two or three times before even thinking about fucking you, he hasn’t made you cum even once. he’s too big and with barely any prep, the stretch is borderline unbearable.

"shuji!" you cry in protest, your palms pressing against his hips, "fuck— h-hold on!"

“whatsa matter, i’m too big for you now?” he teases you, laughing at the tears pooling in your eyes and slapping your hands away. “ha—what if your boyfriend saw you right now? think he’d be upset that i’m fuckin’ you better?”

your eyes widen again and hanma smirks, "maybe he'd finally learn how to fuck your greedy pussy, huh? think we should show ‘im how good i fuck you?”

"shuji—“ you attempt to complain, but it dies on the tip of your tongue when he grabs your shoulders and fucks you further into his mattress. "shuji!”

it's not a complaint anymore, you're pleading, hands grasping at his wrists to try to ground yourself. your thighs are pressed to your chest and he's too fucking deep— it feels so good that it hurts, and you love it. even as his tip keeps hitting your cervix, you can’t even begin to care, you just want all of him.

"yeah? knew you'd fuckin' like that. fuck, your boyfriend's all worried about the bitch who's whorin' themselves out to me. such a slut, just for me." and hanma is mean as always, grabbing your face only to slap you a second later to get your attention. "you listenin' to me?"

"yes! yes, yes, jus' for you— all for you—“

that's it, he thinks, grin widening at the notion of having already reduced you to this. he loves when you're like this— dumb on his cock, teary eyed, and babbling unashamedly.

hanma leans back on his knees, grabbing your phone and typing your passcode in with muscle memory alone. he can tell you're about to cum, it's when you're most agreeable, letting him do as he pleases while you lift your hips greedily to meet each thrust.

"i'm cumming— fuck, i'm— please—“

you stumble over your own words, stuttering and shaking underneath him and you cum with a pretty cry that's like fucking music to hanma's ears. he snaps a blurry picture and doesn’t bother to retake it, as he can't find it in himself to do so when your walls start to tighten around his dick. he sends it regardless, and to add salt to the wound he's causing, he sends a second text that simply reads -hanma ♡.

"’m jus’ gonna tell him," you blurt in the midst of your high, "fuck— fuck, oh god— 'want you, shuji!”

hanma's hips still entirely for a second because despite all odds, you've actually managed to catch him off guard for once. panic flickers in your chest, thinking maybe you’ve said the wrong thing, but somehow he starts to rut into you impossibly harder, making his headboard knock rhythmically against the wall with each thrust.

"ah, fuck," hanma huffs out, dropping your phone and pressing your thighs further against your chest instead, "you want me, huh?”

you do— you shouldn’t, but you fucking do, and you curse yourself for it. you seem to have forgotten just who he is and what he does for a living— that he has killed people, he’s fucking dangerous, and he could even kill you without so much as batting an eye if you pushed him to do so.

but maybe that makes him all the more enticing, which is simply an added bonus to just how damn well he fucks you. your pride be damned, you don't fucking care about how bad of an idea this is, of course you want him.

“i-i swear, yes, oh my— fuck, yes—“

your phone starts to ring and without a second thought, hanma picks it up and holds it to your ear. you said you’d tell your boyfriend, so he’s gonna fucking make sure you do. his other hand is wrapped loosely around your neck, a sinister kind of glint in his eyes. you know what to do, and you have absolutely no shame in doing so.

“what the fuck was that—“

“i’m breakin’ up with you,” you tell him bluntly, your voice shaking and whiney. hanma grins and moves his hand from your neck, using his thumb to rub tight circles over your neglected clit. “ah—! shit, we-we’re done—“

that’s enough for hanma. he tugs the phone away and hangs up, tossing it somewhere— he doesn’t care where it lands or if it cracks, and neither do you. your wet cunt feels way too fucking good wrapped around his cock, he’ll just buy you a new one if he has to. he thinks he’d buy anything you fucking asked for as long as you keep letting him use you as he pleases.

“cum,” he says, almost sounding like he’s out of breath, “make a fuckin’ mess on my cock—“

you don’t have to be told twice, and you cum again practically on fucking command, squirting all over the shirt he didn’t bother taking off. hanma laughs and you cling desperately to him, tears spilling over your cheeks as you already feel like you could cum again, despite your exhaustion.

hanma’s hips start to stutter and he groans, “‘m gonna ruin you for other fuckin’ men, y’know that?” his words are white noise to you, you don’t know what the fuck he’s rambling about and yet you still nod and plead all the same. “gonna make you my personal fuckin’ toy—“

without even realizing, you’re cumming again, clenching around his cock even tighter than before, and that’s what finally does it for hanma. his hands grip your thighs so tightly that you’re certain they’ve already bruised, and he releases deep inside you with a low, raspy groan— one you’ve come to relish because he rarely ever allows you to hear it.

“fuck,” he lets out an airy laugh as he slowly pulls out to watch his cum drip out of you. this might be his favorite part, he thinks.

there’s a wide smirk on his face and you quickly shake your head, “god, shu’, no—“

“we should show him how hot you look like this, too, don’tcha think? maybe we’ll make a video for him.~”

[finniestoncrane]

PLEASE tell about your idealized version of capullo riddler! I’m starving to hear more about him

ok i moved this up the queue because i am OBSESSED with him like i love him and i love you BUT ANYWAY i reserve the right to be as unhinged about this man as i want to be. every other riddler has his pros, but this asshole has only cons and that's why he's top of my list so like please don't read this if you're gonna psychoanalyse me, i am at peace with my issues (can't wait to show this to my therapist)

Headcanons about Capullo!Riddler (w/female partner) request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff, heavy on the kinks, rough play, impact, slapping, choking, humiliation, degradation all that nasty shit i am projecting it onto this sideburned loser who i love with all of my soul nobody come at me for how i want to be treated at him

domestic life

you're not so much a partner as you are a live in servant

your name is babe now

"babe will you get me a beer"

"babe will you pass me the remote"

"babe can you order us pizza?"

"babe can you come sit in my lap"

unintentional misogyny is rife

better invest in thick pants or something because anytime you walk by him your ass is getting smacked

needs you to tell him how talented and smart and handsome and charming he is at least 20 times each day

his needs have to come first because "i'm the riddler and i'm super important you wouldn't understand"

has to be talked down from asking every hot person you see if they wanna have a threesome with you guys

pisses with the door open constantly

follows you around like a lost puppy because he needs attention/closeness/not to be alone with his thoughts

he won't cook or clean or do any kind of domestic chore because that's your job because what else are you bringing to the table

he will make fun of you for participating in hobbies he thinks are dumb

but god help you if you imply at any point that his obsession with batman is unhealthy and really dorky and bordering on a crush

he will go in a huff

he goes in huffs a lot

man is permanently pouting and upset

definition of 'can dish it out but can't take it'

he has two modes for asking you to pay attention to him

demanding and rude

whiny and pathetic

sometimes he switches between both

if he thinks he's ever crossed a line and really pissed you off (which is rare) he will try to make it up to you

but he's shitty at it

he'll bump his head against you like a cat repeating "i'm sorry" until you're so annoyed that you forgive him to get him to shut up

he thinks burps are super funny because mentally he's fuckin 12

sex life

he's super horny, like all the time, concerningly so

like if you don't have the energy to fuck, you could at least sit in his lap and participate in some cock-warming, god

he'll eat pussy once a month, but he expects his dick to be sucked twice daily

he's super into dishing out some humiliation and degrading his partner

gives him an ego boost

because he's super self-conscious

mostly about his dick size

loves being a bit physically violent during sex

hair pulling, face slapping, grabbing and biting

spanking for sure

likes being called daddy/master/sir

anything that denotes him as an authority figure

surprisingly encouraging though

will dole out some praise if he thinks you deserve it

never says you're beautiful or pretty or gorgeous

but tells you you're hot all the time

super into free use, since you're there y'know

that's really all you're good for to him

will fuck you until he cums and not even check to see if you finished

rolls over and falls asleep straight away

he also snores

insists on getting nudes sent from you if he's away from you for an hour

boasts about how good he is at fucking in front of everyone and anyone

and you have to agree

which you do

and it's the only time he ever says thank you

but only in private

[tacticaldiary]

Hey i love ur works omfg. They’re well written 😭 could u do one where dazai akutagawa chuuya kunikida say smth mean in an argument abt their s/o and it rlly hurts their s/o? To the point they dtop talking to the boys? But make the ending fluffy please wisjejeje

Too Far

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Fluff

He usually knows when to stop, but the lines may have been a little oo blurred this time

This got a little long, so I just did Dazai, but I’ve decided to do the other 3 in 3 separate posts so I can make them long, fully fledged fics!

"You're not listening to me!" She exclaims, throwing her hands up in frustration. Arguing with Dazai was infuriating, from that mocking smirk to the calm demeanour he held, it was downright infuriating.

"I am listening, love. You want me to stop flirting with the new employee at our coffee shop." He smiles, and Y/N clenches her fists.

"Yeah, I asked you last time, and the time before that! I don't..." She struggles for a second. She knows he likes to tease her and she also knows that he would never be unfaithful. He's most probably doing it to get a reaction out of her, the bastard. She knows he likes riling her up and getting her jealous.

This time though...she doesn't like it. Not at all. the way he had looked at that woman was a little too similar to the way he looks at her all the time and Y/N can't help but start comparing.

"You don't what?" He tilts his head to the side, almost mockingly. "I can't help that she's such a beauty, y'know?" Dazai sighs and Y/N feels cold all of a sudden. She stops running her hand through her hair, letting it drop to her side.

“I mean those eyes! You should have seen them, my love, they-” the rest of his sentence is drowned out by her thoughts. Did he really think that? She shuffles on the spot, letting her gaze drop to the floor. If Dazai really like her so much...and she was pretty now that Y/n thought about it...

Lost in her thoughts, she fails to notice the mischievous look in his eyes, clearly toying with the idea of riling her up and making her jealous. 

“Honestly, we should go back there together later-”

“Go by yourself.” She interrupts him, finally looking up. Dazai’s smirk falters at her shaky voice, and he pauses completely at the unshed tears in her eyes. 

“If you think she’s so beautiful, go ogle over her yourself.” She exclaims, before turning on heel and marching back to their room, shutting the door behind her. Dazai watches as she storms off. He hadn’t expected her to...blow up like that. 

“Darling?” He calls out, frowning when there’s no response. He gets up and moves towards to the door, grabbing the handle to open it. It’s not locked, but the door doesn’t open. Y/N was sitting against it, head between her knees.

“Leave me alone.” She mumbles, before lifting her head and speaking a little louder. “Go back to that barista you love!” Her voice is choked with tears and it makes Dazai’s heart squeeze uncomfortably. 

“I-...love, you know I would never leave you.” He presses his forehead to the door. She would open it eventually, and then he’d sweep her off her feet, shower her with kisses and everything would be fine!

The door doesn’t open for another 2 hours, nor are there any more responses to his words. 

Dazai ends up sitting against the wall next to the door, mildly worried. He’d messed up. He should have seen how upset she was getting. He sighs and gently bangs his head on the wall behind him. He almost misses the slow creak of the door opening. 

Almost. 

“Y/N!” He scrambles to his feet as she startles, not expecting him to be there. She attempts to run back into the room, but Dazai sticks his foot though the door, preventing it from closing all the way. He pushes it open and enters, clicking the door shut behind him.

Y/N has chosen to take a seat on the bed, farthest away from him. She doesn’t react or move when he sits next to her slowly. 

“Some scare you gave me there.”

Silence. Ah, so this was how it was?

“I did say she had pretty eyes, didn’t I?” Y/N looks taken aback, that upset look that he so despised coming back. “And her smile is pretty attractive, isn’t it?”

Was he serious? Did he like making her feel like shit? Y/N furiously fights off tears. She remains silent, turning her head away from him, stubborn.

He hums. “Nothing compares to what I have, though. Her eyes are murky and dull compared to your gorgeous ones.” He shuffles closer. “Her smile is practically a frown when compared to the way yours takes my breath away, my love.” A little closer. “And pray tell,” Y/N’s red in the face and wide eyed, not expecting the way this was going. What was happening?

“Why on Earth would I want someone so shallow and dull when I have more than I deserve right here in my arms.” His arms do indeed snake around her, pulling her into his lap. His breath puffs against her neck when he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine. 

“Beautiful.” He presses a kiss to her collarbone. “Ethereal” another peck moving further up. “The light of my life.” Her cheek.

“I’d be a fool to ever let you go.” He kisses her, loving and sweet and Y/N finally breaks, melting into the gesture, her hand coming up to situate itself in his hair. When they break apart, she buries her face into the crook of his neck. 

She mumbles something and Dazai chuckles, running a hand up and down her back, soothingly.

“I apologise. You know I love riling you up. I may have taken it too far.” he admits, a sign that he really did feel guilty. 

He never wants to be the cause of her pain, no matter what type it was. 

- 

(18/08/2021)

[rubylane]

*   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀  𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒  .     sentence starters from helluva boss.  adjust as needed.  features nsfw topics: swearing, sex, violence, just extremely vulgar language, etc.  some potentially triggering subjects.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 .

❛   i  thought  i  knew  you .  ❜ ❛   it  didn't  do  anything !  ❜ ❛   holy  shit ,  it  actually  worked .  ❜ ❛   i'd  like  to  go  on  record  and  say  that  incident  was  [name]’s  fault .  ❜ ❛   oh ,  sit  on  a  dick .  ❜ ❛   whoever  left  the  fucking  avocado  salad  in  the  fridge ,  i'm  taking  it ,  because  i  have  the  worst  hangover  right  now !  ❜ ❛   why  would  you  drink  on  a  work  night ?  ❜ ❛   oh ,  i  do  judge  you .  quite  a  lot ,  actually .  ❜ ❛   does  immaturely  insulting  me  make  you  feel  better  about  your  sad  life ?  ❜ ❛   alright ,  let's  go  back  to  talking  about  my  outfit .  ❜ ❛   if  i  wanted  to  hear  from  a  spineless  jackass ,  i'd  rip  out  your  spine  and  ask  you  some  shit .  ❜ ❛   he's  kind  of  a  piece  of  shit .  ❜ ❛   well ,  christ  on  a  stick .  i  guess  there  is  a  god .  ❜

𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 .

❛   i  was  a  good  person ,  before  it  all  went  down .  ❜ ❛   think  before  you  act .  ❜ ❛   i  had  a  hard  time  understanding  the  unprompted  melodrama  you  just  spat  at  me .  ❜ ❛   humans  are  full  of  secret  nasties .  ❜ ❛   guilty  and  innocent  aren’t  our  business .  ❜ ❛   this  is  a  really  bad  time .  ❜ ❛   i  was  thinking ,  what  if  we  worked  out  some  kind  of  exchange ?  favors  for  favors ?  ❜ ❛   you’ve  got  to  stop  using  your  fancy  ass  rich-people  talk ,  okay ?  ❜ ❛   that’s  not  exactly  how  it  works .  ❜ ❛   i  mean ,  i  could  fake  it  if  that’ll  get  your  dick  hard .  ❜ ❛   i’ll  just  shoot  you  in  your  smart-ass  mouth !  ❜ ❛   it  won’t  happen  again .  i  promise .  ❜ ❛   i  think  i  just  needed  a  minute  to  process .  ❜ ❛   killing  people  isn’t  that  big  of  a  deal  if  they  try  to  kill  you  back !  ❜ ❛   that’s  messed  up .  ❜

𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 .

❛   was  that  a  serious  question ?  ❜ ❛   we  are  rich ,  and  we're  hot .  ❜     ( alt.     ❛   i  am  rich ,  and  i’m  hot .  ❜ ) ❛   don't  invite  me  to  shit  unless  someone's  gonna  die .  ❜ ❛   you  are  so  cute  when  you  are  serious !  ❜ ❛   i'm  literally  gonna  be  sick .  ❜ ❛   that  is...  deeply  upsetting .  ❜ ❛   theme  parks  always  disturbed  me .  ❜ ❛   this  place  reeks  of  insecure  corporate  shame .  ❜ ❛   save  it .  i'm  working .  ❜ ❛   i  hate  that  fucking  clown .  ❜ ❛   y'know ,  if  you  suck ,  you  suck !  ❜ ❛   i  just  want  to  go  home ,  but  home  doesn't  even  feel  like  home  anymore .  ❜ ❛   you're  okay  sometimes .  ❜ ❛   way  to  ruin  another  good  thing .  ❜

𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 .

❛   i  should  have  known  you’d  be  here .  ❜ ❛   awww ,  you  mad ,  [name] ?  ❜ ❛   choke  on  a  sandpaper  cock .  ❜ ❛   why  are  you  acting  like  that’s  such  a  shock ?  ❜ ❛   you  are  making  this  into  a  way  bigger  deal  than  it  needs  to  be .  ❜   ❛   i  don’t  pry  into  your  stupid  personal  life .  ❜ ❛   i  challenge  you  to  a  fuckin'...  challenge !  fuck ,  i  said  that  twice .  ❜ ❛   oh ,  you're  serious ?  ❜ ❛   what  was  that  nonsense ?  ❜ ❛   it’s  not  my  fault  you  got  a  smooth  little  brain  upstairs .  ❜ ❛   you  look  downright  awful .  ❜ ❛   y'all  ready  to  get  fucked  up  and  make  some  bitchin'  bad  choices ?!  ❜ ❛   am  i  interrupting  something ?  ❜ ❛   why  don’t  you  chill  out ?  ❜ ❛   why  can’t  you  stay  out  of  my  face  for ,  like ,  five  minutes ?!  ❜ ❛   i’m  gonna  go  kill  something .  ❜ ❛   ooookay ,  this  is  too  wholesome  for  my  liking .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  i  had  friends .  i  don’t  have  friends .  ❜

𝐜.𝐡.𝐞.𝐫.𝐮.𝐛. 

❛   do  not  be  afraid .  ❜ ❛   please  tell  me  you  got  that  insurance  thing .  ❜ ❛   could’ve  just  used  the  door ,  dude .  doesn’t  need  to  be  this  whole  thing .  ❜ ❛   that’s  kinda  hot .  ❜ ❛   let’s  kill  this  rich  guy !  ❜ ❛   why  won’t  you  let  me  die ?  ❜ ❛   i’ve  never  been  in  love  before .  i  imagine  it’s  quite  nice .  ❜ ❛   you’re  making  things  too  real  now .  ❜ ❛   i  already  sent  him  a  text ,  and...  we’re  in  good  hands ,  'cause  texts  don’t  make  people  angry .  ❜ ❛   if  you  kiss  my  ass  any  harder ,  you’ll  go  right  inside  me .  ❜ ❛   get  out .  ❜

[animatedrapture]

"𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖞" — suna rintarou ;

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: suna rintarō is so much more than his bored eyes, the blunt between his lips, and his tendency to slack off—luckily, you're one of the very few people who know this; especially after he comes home to you sullen after finding out he didn't make it to the olympic players.

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: female reader. fluff—established relationship. angst if you squint. comfort. mention of drug use. like, one swear word.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: in lieu of the influx of toxic stoner!suna content, i offer you a piece of appreciation towards him and all that he is. i was meaning to post this in my new blog but i thought there's so much of you here who would appreciate and need this more. written on a whim at 1AM and didn't proofread so for any errors, gomen. repost because tumblr tagging hates me. cross posted on ao3 under the same username. original post here. this was written before we got information that he actually made it to the olympic team. furudate really told me to stfu, huh?

It's you who find out first that there is truly so much more to Suna Rintarō than his expressionless exterior, sleepy eyes, and bored gaze towards even the most ridiculous situations. It's when his self assured stance dwindled as he walked towards you once upon a time, introducing himself first before asking you for your number.

"My number?" You echoed his request, trying your best not to gawk at his attractive features and six foot two stature towering over you so easily; making you feel oh so small. (Which is funny, given that you were already standing straight on your heels.)

"If you don't mind, 's cool if you say no," he replies, tearing his gaze from you as if he was actually anxious you'd say no.

It's funny, really. It's not every day a famous pro-athlete known for both his good looks and skills walk up to you, asking for your number and actually considering you'd say no to him and his pretty features—in fact, nevermind that he was pretty, it was more the fact that he wasn't so full of himself to actually think you wouldn't say no.

That's what makes you nod your head; your heart already beating right out of your chest as he gives you a lazy grin and his phone to press your number in. When you're done, you hand it back to him and you mentally pat yourself at the back for not visibly trembling.

"Y/N?" He reads your name from the contact information, and good God, did your name sound so beautiful coming out of his mouth. He doesn't wait for your reply anymore, looking back at you from his phone, the lazy smile still across his lips as if he knew it was a heart killer.

"Thanks, I'll text you later," is the last thing he said before he walked away from you.

It didn't take long for you to fall in love with someone like Suna Rintarō—underneath his detached personality also lied someone who was truly passionate with the things he set his mind to, gave his time to. Like you or volleyball or the video game he's been waiting to release for a whole month—it only had to be something or someone who was special enough, then, he would give it his all.

The smoke that filled his lungs occasionally did nothing to lessen your own intoxication of Suna Rintarō and his passions—because every exhale, his dark green eyes would meet yours and oh so easily, he offers you that same lazy smile yet one that was dripping with affection.

"Should you even be smoking that, Rintarō?" You had questioned him before, about the second time you've seen him put the rolled blunt in between his soft lips, inhaling it.

"It's a once in a while kinda thing, you don't actually think I'd sacrifice my career for this don'tcha?" He grins at you, amusement flooding his usually bored eyes — now glazed over with the effects of the weed—from the way he gazes at you with an eyebrow raised.

It's when you realize that Suna Rintarō was independent and knew what he was doing—did what he did with full awareness, full control, full flexibility. It's as if who he was in court was who he was in person as well.

"You're really interesting, y'know that Rin?" You had mumbled against his chest once before, it was at the first few months of dating—he had one of his arms around you with you cuddled on his side, watching a movie from his couch.

"Yeah?"

"I mean—you've always been so good at what you do, huh? But you still work for it."

"What makes you say that?" You can feel him looking down on face against his chest.

"C'mon, don't be silly. You were scouted at middle school and you only got better as you grew up!" You say, finally moving your head to meet his gaze.

But all you get is a flick on your forehead and his low chuckle, "'s not that deep, y/n," he answers.

But you already knew better.

Suna isn't one for words, and no matter how much you insist that he was beyond the description of words, he only rolls his narrowed eyes at you. You find out Suna Rintarō, your boyfriend, was a huge inspiration during your sixth month together when you finally met his little sister.

It's hard to say it wasn't amusing how snarky she was, just as he was to his friends whom you've met a few times before—Atsumu and Osamu Miya, you remember. She's quick with her tongue, easily retorting back to her brother's comments.

"Are you sure you didn't just pay Y/N-san to be your girlfriend, nii-san?"

"Nah, you still jealous I came out prettier than you?" Suna bites back, a teasing grin plastered across his face. His sister only scoffs, looking back at you.

"You can tell me if he blackmailed you to come here!" She attempts to whisper. You're not sure whether you should be worried or continue to laugh, but you do neither as you choke on the drink you were sipping on right as she told you this.

"Shit, Y/N," Suna curses as you cough, your throat burning at the drink's intrusion, but Suna's quick to rub soothingly against your back as he offers you his water, his eyes glazed over in panic.

"You okay?" He asks when you stopped coughing, and you nod in response—throat remaining slightly sore. Suna lets out an aggravated groan, "Be careful next time," he manages to scold you, but oddly enough, his words remain saccharine.

There's something about the way that his little sister doesn't seem the least bit surprised with his reaction that somehow lets you know that perhaps, Suna Rintarō might just be quite the caring brother behind closed doors.

After that, it was when Suna excused himself to take a call from his manager, leaving you with his sister.

"Hey, nee-san, promise you'll take care of Rin-nii? You won't break his heart, will you?" His sister asks, eyes gleaming with something akin to hope, expectation, wonder. It easily takes you by surprise.

"Don't you worry, I'll promise I'll take care of him, promise I won't break his heart," your voice easily softens, nodding. His little sister's gaze remains on you, as if she's assessing you and as if she would easily tell whether or not you meant the words that came out of your mouth.

It makes you hold a breath until she nods slowly, smiling at you lightly just as Suna comes walking back, eyebrows raised, knowing he must've missed something.

"Whatcha girls talkin' bout?" He asked as he slipped back on his seat beside you.

"None of your business, obviously," his sister quickly answers.

They're truly quite similar, it's enough to make you smile and get through meeting his little sister until both of you dropped her off back to the train station.

"What'd she tell you?" Suna nudged you after seeing her train leave.

"Nothing, Rin," you answered with a wide smile, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his lips—yet just as you pull away, one of his hands has found its way behind your neck, pulling you back to him.

You never thought a kiss could feel so loving before—but it really seemed as if Suna Rintarō had a knack for proving you wrong, over and over again.

It was the day that the Olympic team was announced when you see so much more of Suna Rintarō. Quick like the blink of an eye, or lightning that leaves the thunder chasing it; Suna felt the exhaustion, the pressure, the burnt-out feeling that's been repressed in the back of his head. It comes to him, crashing down like boulders not just on his shoulders but weighing down every part of his body.

Did he lack somewhere? He wonders. Where did that lacking end and start? What could have he done? Was it training, where he spent most of his time now? Suna had end up seeing you less and less since the drafting of olympic players started and you've been nothing but patient.

What was he supposed to tell you? After all the time it has stolen away from you—that he didn't make it?

When he opened the door to your shared apartment, he doesn't look up at you with a relieved sigh as he usually would—he avoids you gaze entirely, he avoids your observing eyes from the couch you sat on, watching him slowly shrug his shoes off.

"I'm just gonn—" he started, about to make an excuse to avoid looking at you.

"Prepared your bath, Rin. C'mon," Suna hears you say but it doesn't sink in his head, watching you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Suna remains silent as he looks down on the bath you prepared for him, warm and inviting.

"Meet me in the kitchen when you're done, okay?" He hears you say, followed by the echo of your footsteps walking away.

You easily understand that Suna Rintarō was more than his talents, his efforts, and every little thing about him when you feel his large arms wrapped around you, his broad chest pressed against your back and his face buried on the crook of your neck. His fresh scent right out of the shower engulfing you and invading your senses, flooding you with him.

"'m sorry, bunny," he mumbles.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Ri—"

"It's odd, thought I'd pull it off, thought it'd be nothin' if I didn't make it. Don't know why I'm so upset right now," he continues, cutting you off, "Been so patient for me too, bunny. Thought I'd be nice to make you proud, ya know?"

Your sigh comes out sharp from the heavy feeling from your chest, not knowing what to do to make him feel better—like he did with you, always knowing his way around your low moments.

You wriggle out of his arms, making him grumble until you fully face him. He looks back at you with a small frown, eyebrows furrowed, watching your expression.

"I'm always proud of you, Rin. Olympic player or not, you make me so proud," you speak softly, your hands cupping each side of his face.

"Don't even get why it matters to me this much, it's just—" it was your turn to cut him off, tipping your toes to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Suna smiles against your lips, carrying you to sit on the kitchen counter like he always did—knowing you always would have to tip on your toes to reach him.

Soon, the lingering kiss turns slow and passionate—lips softly grazing the other, and it feels more like pouring the heavy weight of love out of your chest and into the other. A kiss so loving, so reassuring, so passionate—the kind that easily takes your breath away and makes your mind go blank. When Suna pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You smile at him because it's all you can do when your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your throat just to offer itself to him entirely—and Suna smiles back at you, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, hoping it would help soothe him, and then you say, "I promise that you'll make it next year, Rin. I'll be with you now, and I'll still be with you then."

It only makes him hold you tighter, closer to him, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Rintarō. You deserve the world and all the stars in the galaxy."

"'s too bad there's nothin' more I need than you, then."

That's what Suna tells you—Suna, who was smoke in his lungs, dumb videos of the twins to blackmail them with, little mistakes, bored eyes, and lazy attitude. The same Suna who was slow kisses, passion, and genuine smiles reserved for you—the same Suna who gave his passions his all, the same Suna who held you securely in his arms every night, the same Suna his little sister admired. Most of all, the same Suna Rintarō you loved with every beat of your heart, every fibre of your being.

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[frenchpuppycormier]

fluff 10 and/or 11 + supercorp for the sentence starters pls 💞

"Are we on a date right now?" / "I think I'm in love with you."

—

Saturday signals the best day in Kara's book for one simple reason: the farmers market. It's the perfect place to buy fresh produce directly from the grower at a lower price than those pesky retailers. Not to mention, it's fresher and it's a great way to support local communities.

Kara enjoys it most in the early morning between 8 and 9 when the California heat hasn't bombarded its citizens yet. One of her favorite memories of going to the market was when she first arrived on earth, and Eliza and Alex took her to the one in Midvale. Eliza bought her the sweetest miniature doughnuts which practically melted in her mouth. She's been a huge (understatement of the year) fan ever since.

The farmers market is located 20 blocks from her apartment, just a short jaunt or flight for the hero.

Today she decides to walk and enjoy the nice cool breeze, and the warm sun spilling on her face. She can already hear the acoustics of a folk band covering a Fleetwood Mac song at the end of main street. The leaves are starting to change, indicating the beginning of fall, and the ones already on the ground crunch beneath her feet.

Her reusable cloth bag with the words, "Okey Dokey Artichokey" and a cartoon artichoke with a smiley face and tiny stick arms, is slung over her shoulder. Lena had given it to her as a gag gift, but Kara uses it the most out of all her bags. Any gift from Lena is special and she will always treasure it.

As she rounds the corner to the market, she sneaks another look at her list to remind herself what she needs, when she bumps into someone. Hard. Fortunately, Kara manages to grab the other person's arm before they fall.

"Oh my gosh," Kara cringes. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was—" she interrupts herself when she sees, "Lena?"

"Hey there, slick," Lena laughs and nudges the hand latched on her arm to tangle with her fingers.

Kara responds by swinging their arms back and forth, like what friends do when they haven't seen each other in months. But Kara and Lena just saw each other yesterday. This is normal, right? Kara thinks. The fluttering in my chest is completely common whenever I see my friends....Right?

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kara speaks before her brain can catch up with her.

Lena's face lights up with a sly grin. "Can't a woman go to the market every once in a while?"

"N-no no, of course you can," Kara laughs awkwardly, "I meant, gosh I'm not sure...I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. You live all the way on the other side of town."

"Relax, love," she chuckles and squeezes her hand and releases it, Kara immediately missing the warmth. "I'm teasing you. But to answer your question, I'm in desperate need of fresh kale, and I heard this particular stand has the best in the city."

Kara feigns gagging and Lena playfully shoves her shoulder. “I still don’t understand how you can eat that stuff.”

“Who knew the green stuff that incapacitates you was kale.”

“More like your eyes,” Kara mumbles.

“What was that?”

Kara’s eyes widen. “N-nothing,” she rubs the back of her neck. “Um, so….do you care if I join you? Wandering aimlessly through the market checking out food stands with my best friend sounds like the perfect way to spend my Saturday morning.”

“I’d love nothing more,” Lena replies, smiling brightly.

—

“Oooh, look! A food truck!” Kara points.

Lena laughs at her zeal. “Let’s see what they have.”

Kara reaches for her hand and twines their fingers together before dragging her toward the truck. Lena’s stomach swoops at the action, but she calms herself down enough so Kara doesn’t notice her rapid heartbeat. Not that she would, considering food is the best distraction when it comes to the blonde.

Little does Lena know that nothing can distract Kara from Lena, especially considering 98% of the time Kara is listening to the constant thumps and quivers of Lena’s heart, but Kara doesn’t say anything.

Kara looks up at the man in the truck and politely rattles off her order, then looks at Lena and asks, “What do you want?”

“Um,” Lena quickly glances at the menu and says, “I’ll have the Avo Smash, please.” She moves to hand the man cash, but Kara stops her and insists she'll pay for it. "My treat."

Once they give their order they move to the side and wait until their names are called.

When they get their food they move to a shady spot on the sidewalk and admire how delicious it looks.

“What’s that?” Kara asks.

“Oh, it’s a piece of toast with smashed avocado, egg, and tomato,” Lena replies, noticing how Kara turns up her nose. Lena rolls her eyes and gestures at her hands, “What’d you get?”

"Uh, only the most scrumptious and melt in your mouth-watering food you can get here," she replies, eyebrows pinched, incredulously. Lena raises her eyebrows in a get-on-with-it kind of way. "French toast bites," Kara finishes, exasperated at Lena's lack of enthusiasm.

"Sweet food for a sweet girl."

Kara's cheeks grow a slight pink. Instead of replying, she dips a piece of her toast in the syrup, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Lena simply hums and takes a bit of her own food. Kara smiles like a chipmunk with cheeks full of goodies.

When Lena's finished with her slice of hipster toast, as Kara calls it, a small body runs into her legs from behind. She looks down and finds a small boy with sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes looking up at her with a toothy grin.

"Hi, there," she smiles at him.

"Henry!" a woman in a flowy maxi dress and brown sandals comes running toward them. She picks him up and gives him a stern look. "I told you not to run off like that!" The woman adjusts him on her hip and shyly realizes she has an audience. "I'm so sorry! He gets too excited about their french toast."

"Oh, no worries," Lena reassures her. She carefully grabs Kara's elbow and says, "This one does too."

Kara acts hurt by placing a hand over her heart. "Well, can you blame me? They're delicious! Aren't they?" she smiles at the boy and waves. He giggles and hides his face in his mother's neck. "Someone's a little shy, huh?"

"He is, isn't he?" the mom kisses his cheek. "I think he has a little crush on you."

"Who, me?" Kara laughs. "No, I think he has eyes for Lena. As most people do." She steps forward and tickles his stomach so he looks at her. Kara holds out her hand for a high five and whispers, "Good choice." He gratefully slaps her hand.

When Kara steps back, Lena is blushing, but rather than call her out on it she ignores it out of respect. Kara smiles at her and Lena smiles back, but then she's suddenly laughing through her nose.

"Darling, you have a little," she gestures at her own face.

"What? I have something on my face?" Kara touches her cheek, but completely misses.

"Here," Lena's fingers tenderly touch the side of her jaw while her thumb swipes her lip. Lena's completely focused on what she's doing, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.

Lena pulls back her hand, thumb now sticky with syrup. Instead of wiping it on the napkin Kara knows Lena has in her bag, she sticks it between her lips and licks it clean.

Kara completely stops breathing.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice snaps her out of her reverie.

Kara gapes at her with wide eyes and stutters, "Um...we, we're uh, just friends."

"Oh," the woman almost looks upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume. Well, I'll let you get back to your morning." She smiles at them and walks away, leaving a flabbergasted Kara and quiet Lena.

They don't say anything and choose to ignore it while they continue down the street.

—

"Lena, you have to try this," Kara doesn't give her a chance to respond before shoving a spoonful of gelato in Lena's mouth.

Lena gasps and nearly chokes on the ice cold dessert enveloping her tastebuds. She hisses and nods, as she lifts her hand to hastily catch the dribbles of melted chocolate trickling down her chin. Kara winces, "I'm so sorry!"

"No," Lena shakes her head as she swallows, "I just wasn't expecting that."

"Well? How was it?"

"Y'know, I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fucking delicious."

"Right? Marco really knows his stuff."

"Um," Lena holds her hand out, fingers spread apart to prevent more sticking, and shakes it like she doesn't know what to do.

Kara jumps to action and runs off. She's back in two seconds with a wet wipe and cleans Lena's hand. "Where'd you find that?"

"Don't ask."

"Okay?" Lena laughs breathily. "You're a mystery wrapped inside an enigma, Ms. Danvers."

"I aim to confuse," she jokes.

Lena shakes her head, and eventually says, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Kara smiles at her, their eyes locked onto each other. She's finished cleaning her hand, but rather than letting go, her hand stays curled around Lena's, not wanting to ruin the moment.

—

“Oh Rao, you didn’t,” Kara gasps.

Lena turns around and frowns at her. “What?” Kara gestures to Lena’s bag. Lena looks down and chuckles when she realizes what she’s talking about. “In my defense, I was drunk. You know how my shopping brain acts when I’m drunk; I buy things I don’t need.”

“Hmmm, well maybe your alcohol-addled brain just remembered how funny I thought it was and wanted to impress me,” Kara teases with a twitch of her eyebrow.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what happened,” Lena deadpans. She glanced at the words on her bag again and fondly shakes her head. It reads: Oh Kale Yeah, with a bunch of kale on both sides.

“I think so,” Kara steps closer and smiles.

“Oh, really?” Lena raises her eyebrows.

“Yep,” she ends with an extra pop of the ‘p’ and boops her on the nose.

Lena opens her mouth in surprise, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but a voice interrupts her from in front of them.

“You two are such a lovely couple,” the vendor gushes.

Lena and Kara startle, forgetting they’re standing right in front of a stand selling various vegetables and fruits and jars of honey. Behind the table is an older woman, most likely in her late 70s, with streaks of gray hair, crinkly eyes and facial lines as if she’s smiled her whole life.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you,” Kara answers, smiling bashfully. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and says, “I’ll take one bunch of radishes and one spaghetti squash.”

“Coming right up,” the woman replies.

Kara glances over at Lena and gives her a shy smile, before handing the woman a $10 bill and thanking her. She grabs the veggies and carefully drops them in her bag.

“Thank you two, have a wonderful day.”

“Of course, you too!” Kara places her hand on the small of Lena’s back and guides her forward.

As they make their way to the next stand, Kara laughs, remembering their conversation, “I can’t believe you bought that bag. You’re such a giant dork.”

Lena whips around and eyes Kara curiously. Kara’s hand shifts from her back to loosely rest on her waist. Lena’s eyes are squinting from the bright sun, but Kara can see the speckles of gold in them and thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Kara's heart quickens and she opens and closes her mouth a few times, until finally she clears her throat, "Did you want it to be?"

"I thought—”

"Because I do," Kara states. "Want it to be a date. But only if you do, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or like I forced you to hang out with me," she retracts her hand. "That's the last thing I—”

Lena grabs her hand as she pulls it way, not wanting Kara to close herself off. "Hey, I want this just as much as you do."

"Really?"

Lena lightly presses her thumb into the grooves of Kara's knuckles, and absentmindedly plays with them. She smiles, fully dimpled, and says, "I do. Actually, I uh..." she lowers their connected hands and looks off into the distance, mind seemingly elsewhere.

"What is it?" Kara asks. She playfully shakes their arms back and forth to get her attention.

Lena looks at the ground before completely focusing on Kara and those baby blues she's come to know and love. She takes a deep breath and her voice shakes when she whispers, "I think I'm in love with you..." Lena stumbles and shakes her head, "No—I am in love with you."

Kara inhales sharply and Lena thinks she's made a giant mistake. She starts to turn and do something stupid, like run away, but Kara keeps her hold on her and pulls her forward.

Smiling, Kara slowly inches closer leaving the opportunity for Lena to stop her. When Kara's lips press into hers she welcomes it completely. Kara's hands come up to cup Lena's jaw until she moves one to tangle in her hair.

Kara disconnects from her lips, but stays wrapped up in her, their foreheads touching. "I'm in love with you, too," she whispers against soft lips.

"Good," Lena smiles and kisses her again.

[iwritefandomimagines]

"How can you not see it?"

masterlist

requested: prompt 23

pairing: spencer reid x reader

description: after another tipsy night exploring DC with your best friend spencer reid, you find your current boyfriend at home with an ultimatum.

a/n: ngl folks, you're a bit of an asshole in this but not intentionally you just ... idk. worth it for the friends to lovers vibes x

"Oh my god," you giggled, leaning into Spencer's shoulder as you dug out the keys to your apartment from your bag, "Y'know, I didn't even realise that museum existed... And going drunk was definitely worthwhile."

"Well DC has got over 70 unique museums, it's no wonder you're not aware of all of them, Y/N."

You hummed in response, pushing your key into the lock before being surprised to find it was already unlocked, "Fuck."

Panic set in on both of your faces, and Spencer immediately held his arm out in front of you. "Let me--let me go first. Just in case."

Your breathing was ragged, "No, no. We'll go in together."

Before Spencer had the chance to object, you slowly pushed the door open, your heart dropping when you saw what was waiting for you inside. Now, you sort of wished it had been some crazy murderer out to get you.

There sat your current boyfriend, slowly wilting flowers in his hand and the saddest expression on his face your were sure you had ever seen, "Oh, Alec," you frowned.

You were acutely aware of awkward Spencer at your side, but you took a few steps towards the couch where your boyfriend sat, fumbling to find the words to say.

"Save it, Y/N," his voice was low, somewhere caught between anger and utter sadness, "I came to surprise you but. Fuck, why do I keep letting myself go on like this?"

You heaved out a sigh, reaching out to touch him, but he drew back, "No, I don't want you to pretend you'd have had a better night with me than with Spencer. I don't want your apologies and your kisses when he's still going to be the first thing you think about when you wake up, even if its next to me."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "That's not--,"

"C'mon, Y/N," he huffed, "You said his name in your sleep the other night. It's why I haven't been over for a few days, I was upset, but I figured I'd overreacted because he's your best friend, so I came to surprise you. But you haven't even missed me being around."

It broke your heart to hear him say it, but above all else it was because it was true, really.

You'd hardly noticed his absence, and this only further instilled your confusion about just how much you enjoyed spending time with Spencer.

"Uh, Spence? Can you give us a minute?"

"S-Sure, I'll go to the bathroom?"

You nodded, swallowing thickly as he awkwardly vacated the room and you composed yourself for the conversation you were reluctantly about to have.

"I'm sorry, Alec"

"I just wish you hadn't fucking strung me along, Y/N," he was crying now, and you too felt tears brimming at your eyes, "I would've understood if you'd just been honest with me and-and with yourself. Fuck, even with poor Spencer. He's as in love with you as you are with him, love. How can you not see that?"

You just looked down, silent.

"I was so worried at first that you had feelings for him, considering you do so much together," he continued, still barely raising his voice above a whisper, "But things were going well so I-I ignored it. But it's not fair, not on anyone. You need to just talk about how you feel."

"I'm so fucking sorry," you choked out, raising your palm to gently caress his cheek, "I never meant to hurt you. I care about you, I do. I like you so much I just... I do, I love him."

He nodded, standing up and pressing a kiss to your forehead, placing the flowers he was clutching into your hands, "It's alright. We can talk another day... You need to speak to him."

And with that, he disappeared out of the door.

"Spencer you can-you can come out now," you called, nervous for him to do so. You occupied yourself with sourcing a vase for the flowers to keep your trembling hands busy, "He's gone."

Spencer emerged with an expression on his face you couldn't quite decipher, and you eyed him sympathetically. "Spence..."

"Did you mean it?"

His eyes bored into yours with such intensity you feared you'd start crying again, but he walked towards you slowly. You knew what he meant, and no matter how much you wanted to say yes, you were struggling to fathom the words to say as you placed down the flowers.

"I--."

"I've loved you for as many years as I've known you, Y/N. It took me a while to realise at first but, I do. I love you. And I thought about telling you so many times until Alec came into your life and I thought I'd missed my chance," his voice was unsteady, but your heart melted hearing his words, "So please. Just be honest with me. Did you mean it?"

You stepped closer to him, reaching out and taking both of his hands in yours, "Spencer... I meant it. I really, really meant it."

The hope that twinkled in his eyes made your heart palpitations increase only further, the pad of his thumb running over the back of your hand and sending goosebumps across your skin.

"I think I knew before but... I was scared, and we were so comfortable that I thought I was just the first friend you really let in, you know? I thought that you would've expressed it if you... If you felt anything for me," you sighed, "It's entirely my fucking fault but I've hurt everyone trying to suppress feelings I couldn't even tell were as strong as they are."

"Y/N, don't punish yourself for it," he soothed quietly, his face dipping lower so that it was close to yours now, "Feelings are hard to navigate sometimes but... It's okay darling. I'm here, I love you, and I won't rush things because you've just broken up but... But I want you to be mine. My-My girlfriend. Soon."

You nodded, "I'd love that. It'l be strange being able to actually call evenings together dates now, not just-just days out."

You both laughed quietly, but you felt a pang in your chest realising how blind you'd been to hurting Alec and even to how desperate you had been to call your time with Spencer dates.

"I've wanted to consider them dates for a long time, Y/N."

You gulped, tilting your head up so close that your noses brushed momentarily, "That explains a lot about the days out you plan, huh?"

He laughed, blushing, and you were certain there was nowhere you'd rather be than this close to him.

"I love you, Spencer Reid."

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N."

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thanks as ever for reading! this might be a little rusty but i've been working on it for a little while and I hope you enjoyed, even though Y/N was a shit gf to poor lil alec... here's my masterlist for more, and my prompt list if you'd like ideas for what to request!

[neozoid]

Peril comes out

Peril's wingtips touched Clay's as they silently soared through the soft gray rain.

Half an hour ago, she had asked him if he would take just one moment to fly with her. After everything that had happened, with Jade Mountain Academy under threat and those little rapscallions - Moon, Turtle, Kinkajou, Anemone, Qibli, and Winter - had all managed to save it. The past week... no, weeks? She had lost track of time. But they had been a blur - a blur of emotions, of frustration, of painful, deep searing guilt, Darkstalker's scroll looming in her mind, and of longing. She hadn't gotten to talk to Clay in so long, and she wasn't sure that at the end of it he'd still feel the same way about her that he did when she saved his life on the brightest night.

She turned to look at his face in the grayness. His expression was focused, concentrated, effortful.

He must still be in a lot of pain from that burn I gave him, Peril thought guiltily.

No! She shook her head. I kept him alive! If it wasn't for me he'd be dead! But that didn't make her feel any better.

She turned her gaze back down to the valleys below, vast and dotted in slate blue pine trees obscured by the falling droplets. They rolled harmlessly off Clay, but they sizzled when they hit her and dissolved into steam, making her look like a ghost in flight. The rocky outcroppings below resembled a sleeping dragon - as if the landscape itself, was, once again, put to rest after Darkstalker's second sleep.

"Peril," Clay spoke.

She whipped her head around to him. "Clay?"

"I'm... I'm starting to get a bit tired. Do you think we could stop somewhere down below? Maybe in a cave."

She quickly scanned the landscape below her, and saw an opening just a half mile away. "Yeah, I see something down there." She turned herself in the direction of the cave, and Clay followed her.

As they came in for a landing, Peril opened her wings wide, scattering a million fallen petals that intermingled with the rain. She softly touched down and carefully wrapped her wings around herself, and looked back at Clay, beckoning.

They both sat in the mouth of the cave, tails twined, watching the rain fall.

After what seemed like just a moment (but Peril knew full well was the better part of an hour,) Clay looked at her and asked "So... do you want to talk about Scarlet? Or Ruby? Or the stuff that happened while you were helping Moon and her friends save Jade Mountain?"

Peril stared at him, startled. "No! I mean, yes! I mean, just..." She sighed and looked at the roof of the cave. "I do, but like... hrmmmnnm." She closed her mouth shut and hummed.

"I get it. It can be hard to talk about stuff like this. It took us five forever to find the time to reflect and talk about our feelings after everything happened." He looked at the ceiling too and laughed. "Tsunami..." he muttered happily, and shortly his smile faded, his face a sad, wistful stare. "And Glory."

"I... hm." She fidgeted with her talons nervously. "I mean, I DO want to talk about Queen Scarlet and Ruby and-" she shook her head, "not-queen-Scarlet and- arghh, but it's so! CONFUSING! And it makes me mad to think about her manipulating like that. I trusted her, I really did and..."

Clay looked into the rain. "Like we trusted Morrowseer."

"I... I guess... yeah..." She looked into a corner awkwardly, but then curled her fist. "She shouldn't have betrayed us like that!" she roared.

"What about... Turtle?" Clay offered.

Peril's heart jumped in her stomach. She thought about Turtle, the only other dragon who had understood and trusted her, at least for a while. How protective she felt of him, how she wanted to follow him (and then not...) when they were trying to find Queen Scarlet. She thought about how he went underwater that night, making her rage about how she couldn't get to him, and how regretful she felt when she left him behind. He made her feel new things, just like Clay, new weird things.

"He was nice, I guess."

"How did he feel about being an animus? That must've been why he was able to sympathize with you. He knew if he revealed his animus secret he'd be thrust into the talons of others and the plans they wanted for him, and the only way to avoid that was deep, resolute isolation. He knows how that feels, Peril."

She fumed with fury for a second. Why could he hide! He got to choose that lousy isolation, but she didn't have a choice! Then she thought about his pain-stricken face when she found his healing rock, or his vengeful look as he bashed Chameleon upside the-

Chameleon.

She stared through the wall of water passing outside.

"Peril," Clay whispered.

"Oh. Right." She looked back at him.

"I know it's a lot of stuff to think about, but I can't keep carrying this conversation by myself." He softly chuckled with a warm, patient smile.

She blushed and fluttered her wings. "Right. Sorry, sorry. I was just- argh. Arghhh." She squirmed, as if caterpillars were crawling out of her skin.

Do I tell him?

"Turtle," she said resolutely, "taught me new things about myself. He reminded me of you, actually, Clay. You were my first exposure to life outside the Skywing Palace, and if I'm being honest I was kind of disappointed with the other dragonets at Jade Academy, how they treated me. I thought they'd be like you - I thought everyone in the outside world would be like that."

Clay winced.

"But Turtle! Turtle has his friends, and, surely, he's taught them! I keep getting letters from them. Which is like, weird, but the fact that someone's thinking about me!? While I'm not in front of them!?! Threatening to blaze their FACE or melt their SKIN off!?!?!" She yelled with a smile. "It's CRAAAAZY!"

Clay let out a hearty laugh, smiling as well.

"And Queen Ruby - she hated me, she hated me so bad Clay, she hated me just as much as the other Skywings did, if not more. If Scarlet's twisted love is what makes me ache, Ruby's absolute hatred of me tore me to the core. She looked at me and didn't want anybody, nobody in the whole world to do anything with me. Didn't want anyone to touch me, look at me, love me. She saw me as an irredeemable monster because of things I couldn't control." Peril's face contorted in despair.

"But Tourmaline... Someone who hadn't been fed Scarlet's lies... She saw right through that and she knew deep in my heart I COULD love." She scratched her snout awkwardly. "Well, at least I think I can. I'm not sure."

Clay lovingly jabbed her with her shoulder, and she giggled.

"But that pure strong spirit.... It's so." Her stomach dropped. "It's so scary what Chameleon did to her. Ripped her title, her memories, her life away just for some gold, some jewels." She spat on the ground.

"And Chameleon..."

Her stomach felt like a howling void, ready to collapse her from the inside out.

Do I tell him?

What if he hates me?

He should hate me.

I'm just as bad as him.

I'm just like my dad.

She turned to Clay terrified.

"I-" she sputtered. "I want to tell you something."

Clay looked at her face, concerned, but he motioned around. "Just you and me."

"I-" Peril's muscles clenched, her veins wrapped all around inside her, her bones stabbed inside her, shame made her heat blaze ever hotter, shame and guilt and pain and fear. She wanted to fall into the ground and have it swallow her up, but she knew she didn't have a choice.

"I'm not - I'm not actually a girl. I was hatched as a boy. I- I- Queen Scarlet, she said, she- she wanted me to be like her and- " Words started running over one another. "When you got here- I- I- I just felt like protecting you- and- but- I didn't want you to give up on me- Having a relationship- I-" She wanted to die. She wanted to disappear. "I'm a liar. I'm- I'm just like Chameleon," she howled. "I'm faking it. I- I wanted you but I- I just-" She let go, and wailed.

She looked back at him. "P-please don't-don't hate me," Peril choked through tears.

Clay softly gazed at her, leaned in closer, his wings wrapping around her, and kissed her on her snout.

Peril tears turned to confusion as she leaped with delight and her scales roared a bright blazing blue, the searing heat singing any leftover moss in the cavern. Clay reflexively pulled away, and patted his singed scales, laughing.

"Ow, geez, haha! Not like that!"

"I- I- Huh??"

Peril stepped back, but looked up and peered at his expression.

He really doesn't hate me, she thought wondrously.

As Clay turned looking over himself, his scales settled, and as the smoke rose, he looked at Peril.

"You know, someone else actually said something similar to me a little while ago." He sat back down.

Peril crooned. "R-Really?"

"Yeah. It was - it was Sunny."

Peril's jaw dropped open.

"She'd mentioned to me how she'd - during our time fulfilling the dragonet prophecy, she'd... we'd kind of ignore her most of the time. Not take her seriously. When we first planned on escaping the cavern, we didn't tell her.... she was so upset, afterwards. And in all of our discussions and planning afterwards, we'd step on her feelings. Actually, you remember the Nightwing invasion? Or, well, whatever came of the invasion before they all came crashing into Glory's rainforest under fealty."

"Yeah?" Peril looked at him.

"She was the one who came up with the idea of using the sleeping darts! But Glory was planning, and the others were shouting, so she had to ask me to use my voice and SHOUT it at everyone. The point is, she felt small. And overly protected - we didn't respect her whole, y'know, feelings as part of the team."

Peril flicked her tail, anxious.

"So... A couple nights ago, she talked to me in private, and she told me how she'd been feeling, and... she said she didn't really feel like it was right to be a Queen anymore. Given Thorn had safely secured the position, and was doing a good job... And with everything about the Eye of Onyx." Clay shifted on his talons. "She could trust it to pick a new leader. And the thing is, you know how... you've seen Deathbringer. You've seen Riptide. You've seen Starflight and maybe even Winter and Qibli. And maybe even Darkstalker, and Clearsight."

He sighed.

"Male dragons have a strong feeling to protect one person, the one person who brings them all the light in the world. Sunny said she didn't really feel like that - like one person had captured her whole heart in their hands. But she certainly didn't want to be the object of that kind of affection either. And Sunny didn't feel like Queen Coral or Thorn or Scarlet either, where she wanted to protect her own kin, her own future. She wants to protect everybody. And more than that, she doesn't want to be Sunny the small and weak and lovable, or Sunny the fierce and possessive and loyal. She just wants to be... Sunny, helping out wherever she can."

Peril stared at him intently, blue eyes locked in brown. "And?"

"Well, at first we tried just referring to Sunny by name to sort of, you know, respect her decision, but Starflight looked through the library and found in some old scrolls people using 'they' to refer to - did you even know there were dragons who decided to live past being a boy or a girl in the past, just like Sunny? I was surprised."

Peril's mind was racing. "They must be so happy," she said, eyes sparkling.

Outside, the rain had cleared, and Peril noticed out beyond the cave was a huge field of sunflowers, waving and dancing in the cool wind.

Suddenly her thoughts returned to her.

"But that thing you said earlier about protecting..." Peril looked down at her talons uncomfortably.

"Oh yeah - sorry, I... I didn't mean to. I just..." Clay caught himself. "I... I'm sorry Peril. I know your feelings about this must be really, really complicated. I..." Clay looked away again with a twinge of guilt on his face.

Peril stared at him, trembling.

"But Sunny taught me something I hadn't even thought about before." He chuckled. "I did think about it too, but after a long night of restless staring at the sky and thinking I figured I was perfectly happy being a guy. But that look on Sunny's face... they must have struggled as much with telling us as you did."

"I love you, Peril. I don't think you're anything like Chameleon at all. He only used his identities to trick and manipulate others, to get what he wanted for himself. But you've only ever been trying to find yourself - with Scarlet twisting your thoughts from birth, with how everyone's avoided you and you've been excluded from all the Skywings and, man, even the other dragon's games on Jade Mountain. It must hurt so much to be that isolated."

Peril stared into the field, unable to meet his gaze, tears running down her face.

"I just want you to know, Peril, I love you for who you chose to be. For all of your heroism, and your kindness. Your self-restraint. Chameleon had none of those qualities. But you do."

He stared her straight in the eye.

"What you chose is noble, and so so hard. Being true to yourself - more than Chameleon ever was, he couldn't handle being boring old him - is so, so hard. I know."

Peril thought about the Chameleon's enchanted necklace that removed her firescales. She shuddered deeply."

But you did it. And you shouldn't have to live with the shame, or the guilt anymore. You can have a new beginning just like us." His eyes creased as he looked into hers so warmly, making her melt. "You might protect my scales, but I want to protect your smile. I hope you can let me do that."

"I-"

She rushed forward and hugged him, squeezing him tight. Tears streamed down her face, and she choked down a sob, but she hugged him as tight as she could, not letting go.

"Thank you, Clay," she said when she finally let him out of her little death trap.

"Woof!" He stumbled backwards, breathlessly. "I know I said be true to yourself, but maybe we can work a little on the intensity." He looked at her with a silly expression on his face. "Just kidding. You're perfect the way you are."

"Ha ha," she guffawed. "Tell that to anyone else at Jade Academy." She joked, but she knew deep in her heart that the others were starting to see her for what she could be, too. Not just a monster, or a weapon - but a friend.

"So my queen, shall we return to the mountain?" He curtseyed awkwardly, then looked up with one eye. "Actually, wait, that sounds kind of weird? Girlfriend? Babe?" He started scratching his head. "Names were never really my strong suit."

She howled with laughter and smacked him on the back, taking flight. "Just call me Peril," she triumphantly roared. As Clay lept into flight behind her, grinning, Peril thought... Not gonna lie - I like babe too.