#i have a concerning obsession with him and i cant escape it

[fenris-slytherin]

barty crouch jr mood board. unhinged freak, we kiss on the lips

got the not-barty images from @ shittykinaesthetics

[soireegurl]

i have this idea for a fic but i cant write, lol so im dropping it in your ask box cause youre like the best yandere writer i know on here so here it is:

you running away from yandere!heeseung when you had the chance, then you encountered a nice guy (i imagine to probably be sunghoon) and then you tell him all bout you running away, heeseung, all that stuff. butttt here's the twist.. hoon has been stalking you for a looong time so yeah kind of like reader got away from a yandere just to end up with another yandere 💥

Omggg thank you for writing in! I'm so glad to hear that from you 😊 here it is sorry for the long wait! Hope you like it!

You’d been running for days, constantly looking over your shoulder, heart pounding. Heeseung, with his unsettling gaze and obsessive demeanor, was always one step behind. It was terrifying, knowing that someone so fixated was out to find you.

His words and actions are no doubt trauma for you.

It started all nice and romantic, Heeseung was the sweetest guy you've ever met and no doubt, you have fallen in love with this beautiful man. But things started to get handy.

Ever since you guys officially got together, he has been possessive. Like to an extreme amount.

To the point where you felt suffocated and scared. You tried to talk to him about it but he always turned to the same behaviour.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided to break up with him... Which obviously didn't turn out well.

"Heeseung... I... I'm sorry. I... Let's break up."

You said not looking at him. You didn't want to see any of that madness in his eyes.

"Baby... Was that a joke? Or..."

His tone wasn't warm.... It was cold. As if, if you said "no" the next second, he would tear you into pieces.

But you can't let fear over take you.

"No. I'm serious Heeseung. I want to break up with you."

And there... Boom!

You ended up in his basement for 3 weeks.

For 3 weeks, you have been trying to run. Of course failing almost every time.

But that day... You finally got out of his grip.

Then, amidst your frantic escape, you stumbled upon someone who seemed like a beacon of calm.

Sunghoon, with his warm smile and kind eyes, offered you a moment of respite.

You poured your heart out, telling him everything: how you’d been fleeing from Heeseung, how his intense obsession made your life a nightmare.

Sunghoon listened patiently, offering comforting words and seeming genuinely concerned. You felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe you’d finally found safety.

"I'm sorry to hear that Y/n... I'm here now... I will take care of you..."

But as the days went on, you began to notice little things. Sunghoon was always there, just when you needed him. It seemed like he had an uncanny ability to show up at the right place and time.

"Oh? Sunghoon? What are you doing in my house?"

"Here! I bought you some chocolate. I thought you might need this right now."

"Oh my god that's so sweet of you... How did you know that I am in desperate need of this right now?"

You smiled and took the chocolate from his hand.

"Every time you fail a test, you always get chocolates to cheer yourself up, don't you?"

He said with a proud smile.

But... You have never told him that... And you never told him that you failed your most recent test...

So... How does he know?

But at that time, you were too innocent to even notice this was odd.

Eventually, a year later, you and Sunghoon got into a relationship.

One evening, as you were looking through Sunghoon's phone, as your phone ran out of battery and you desperately needed a phone to do some research.

Curiousity got into you and somehow, you decided to open up Sunghoon's gallery.

you came across something unsettling. A series of photos you didn’t remember taking.

They showed you in various locations, from moments of vulnerability to everyday scenes.

Your heart sank as you realized these were taken by Sunghoon.

Confronting him, you saw a shift in his demeanor. His warm smile faded, replaced by a more intense, calculating gaze.

You sensed danger. Your body is telling you to run, and of course, you followed what your body told you to do.

You ran for your life.

Why have you never noticed anything?

“You didn’t think you’d escape that easily, did you?” he whispered next to your ears and he caught up to you.

"I didn't plan all this just to let you escape..."

He said and smirked.

"What... What do you mean?"

"You know... I could have just given you a backup phone... I'm not that stupid Y/n.."

"I want you to know how much I love you... And you should love me as much too..."

The realization hit hard. You had run from one yandere, only to fall into the grasp of another.

Sunghoon’s obsession, hidden behind a facade of kindness, was just as consuming.

The cycle of escape and obsession seemed never-ending, leaving you to confront the stark reality of your situation.

[rubbertig]

caught up w dungeon meshi ooooughhhh hohhh IM GONNA GO OFF ABOUT STUFF SORRY SORRY dungeon meshi spoilers !!

want to say first off thing i wanna ramble is yaad and the rest of the old kingdom..

cause yeah no marcille is prob totally right that they arent turning to dust cos the the dungeon border broke and spilled out.

like remember they turn to dust cos of the crossing the border. before recent events, the dungeon held all the "magic" from the winged lion. it was stuck in there only. so of course they would turn to dust past it.

the flashbacks further clear up things

dungeon was like a space the winged lion existence was trapped within in a sense. before that it seemed their "power" was more unlimited. like they say in this chapter the world became/was an extension.

so yknow. stands to reason breaking the border and having the winged lion all leak out would mean than now the old kingdom should not turn to dust.

HOWEVER HOWEVER

marcile also brings up the point:

like she said earlier we can assume that effects of dungeon arent gonna dissipate right away despite the winged lion being "gone"

like yknow like a side affect

but then why did the dungeon collapse more suddenly. i think i understand why. but im not sure how to word it right now. but i think it important to think about want the dungeon was.

either way. the lion's influence slowly dissipating over time?? hoh??? now that interesting?? how that'll affect the old kingdom ppl and the dungeon monsters. just HRM...

ANYWAY thats that about that.

I ALSO wanted to talk about Laios right now cause. Aheem.

it is no surprise to me that he feels like this.

i mean he did just give into his darkest desires in such a big exposed way. the winged lion was correct in many ways about laios during their big conversation in Winged Lion III

like ive said before, its easy to peg laios as just a silly weirdo with a silly monsters obsession but it was never actually just a silly thing. it was always this open peephole into someone with a very concerning relationship with humanity.

he lived a miserable life alienated from other people. laios was a man who ultimately did not want to deal with humanity anymore. so he latched onto monsters instead in escapism.

a part of laios really did prefer monsters over people.

and THIS has been a major thing in laios' arc throughout the whole manga. this is a manga about desire in many ways. how ppls desires can be selfish, complex, and dark. and laios has been lead by his from the start...

BUT in his journey he has developed genuine connections with others and it has reflected change in that complicated humanity of his. And that has become his conflict.

The part of him still attached to the humanity that has become meaningful to him. His sister. His friends. The vulnerable part that still wants it all.

vs

The part of him that honestly still feels like throwing humanity away. Not bother with all the struggle of it all. Give into the ultimate escapism.

Because isnt that what ultimately the Winged Lion provided to humanity? It is literally the magic being you daydream about that will just poof make u free and fulfilled.

But thats not it works. Blinds you from reality. From actually dealing with things. I think Laios finally realized this.

Laios decided to literally eat his escapism away. Let go.

But to have gotten to that point he still first had given in. And Falin's fate is more uncertain.

Thank god for everyone like "Fuck you! We still care about you!" when they found him... Dude's prob feeling immense guilt.

ANWAY IM DONE IVE WRITTEN THIS IN A HAZE ITS 6AM AND IM EMBARRASSED SO U CANT REBLOG THIS BUT U CAN REPLY OR WHATEVER AA

[mando-din-lorian]

There’s a lot of nuance to it. I can see how it can devolve into cult idealogy, but it’s always had so much more nuance to me. Sometimes it does feel like people disregard Din’s beliefs in his creeds based off real-world bias about irl religions (which isn’t exactly wrong, reality has an affect on fiction, but fiction can also exist outside how our irl world operates.) particularly their obsession with him taking his helmet off. I mean, i get it, I want to see Pedro Pascal as much as the next person, but idk the insistence that Din MUST remove his helmet to be free of the evil nasty religious cult is just so…icky to me. As someone in the tags said, a lot of religions have head-wraps as part of their faith, it’s nothing new or weird.

I don’t know, the Armorer just seems so much more intelligent than that. I cant see her unintentionally leading a cult. I think she knows what she’s doing and that she’s had to make a lot of hard calls over the years to keep the covert safe, even if it pains her to do so. She doesn’t seem cruel or vindictive, she’s always come across as incredibly caring to me, despite how firm she is. I think she’s seen and experienced a lot that’s happened with Mandalore. But I would love to see her and the rest of the coverts beliefs be challenged and for them to experience more outside their creed and covert. That’d be great! Hell, I’d love it if they ended up allying with Bo’s ally’s too, and both sides get to follow the creed they want to. Let’s rebuild Mandalore!

Hahaha and it very well could be that Din had massive head trauma. But Cara looked INCREDIBLY concerned about his head wound too. And it’s true head wounds bleed a lot more than normal wounds, but they’re both seasoned soldiers, and if Cara was concerned—if she thought he wasnt going to make it either—i can’t help but think it was still serious. Besides, they were trapped and almost burned alive, they didn’t have any medical supplies with them, and he was only going to slow down their (already near impossible) escape. Besides, I don’t think they knew that IG-11 had that bacta spray. All he said was that he would “look after the Mandalorian” and then they left. I guess a bounty droid wouldn’t normally HAVE bacta. Maybe Kuill gave him the added features since reprogramming him as a nanny droid. Lolol and it very well may have just been a plot hole since Din was flying around the sky with a jetpack sometime later. Bacta tends to be the every-man of the Star Wars universe. You can use that shit for anything, apparently.

I was so worried that they were going to full on write Din’s covert off as an actual cult this is season, and I’m so so happy that’s not that case so far.

I think there’s so much more nuance to Din’s covert that a lot of fandom don’t give it credit for. I swear, some of ya’ll act like Din is being held captive by his covert (and Bo too after the recent episode) and it’s like…they’re not.

The Armorer literally told Bo that she’s been redeemed by the way of their Creed and if she WANTS to she can join them (for however long she wants to be there), but she is free to leave any time she desires. No one is going to hold her captive there.

Same with Din. Yes, he broke his creed and became an apostate, but they didn’t hunt him down and strip him of his armor. This is the Way they follow and they’ve survived so long—have been together so long—because they stuck to is to rigidly. I love how faithful Din is to his Way. I love how much it means to him. The covert is his family. Of course he’s going to fight for it.

I don’t know, some peoples relationship with Din’s covert in this fandom is weird. Like yeah, it’s not perfect, but it’s not a full-blown cult keeping all its members locked away from the rest of the galaxy. They’re a people on the brink of extinction and doing what they can to survive.

I just think we’ve gone so long with just fanon content that it’s skewing perception on canon content.

[angelprinz]

can i also talk about pervy nerd childe ... him getting so obsessed with you that he starts to purposely dropping pencils and removing the ink from the printer when you study together to peek underneath your skirt when you bend down.

he also secretly takes pictures beneath your skirt while youre too focused on finding that one book you need for the project. childe keeps the photos as a surprise for when he goes back home and spends the day trying to guess which color your panties were today before jerking off to them like the perv that he is :(. but he can't help himself your thighs looks so somft and the plush from the elastic of your thigh high socks drive his poor mind crazy.

not being able to feel you makes him so delusional that one day, he gets an idea and starts preparing his little scheme. all childe had to do was lie to you that the library was closed because of a seminary going on and you'd have no choice but to come over and work at his house ! genius plan, childe pats himself on the back thinking about it. ofc he'd have to do some cleaning, you can't be seeing all the photos that perv has of you all around his house, the kind of pictures that keeps his cock hard, even if they would seem innocent to someone else.

hes so ecstatic when u finally come over, like a litel puppy :( you thought it was adorable, but you were too naive to see it thru. you didnt know the hot chocolate he made for you would be drugged, what a shame. the concern in childe's eyes seemed real when you spent the first 30 mins apologising for being dizzy while doing homework on the coffee table with him. the dizzier you got, the harder his cock was and he couldnt wait till you'd fall unconscious to fuck you all over. after all, childe had no choice !! a pretty girl like you would never fall for a loser nerd like him. this was the only way he could have you. when u finally collapse on his chest, boobs pressed against his torso, small sighs escaping your soft lips, he just couldnt stop himself.

that pervy foxy man immediately got to work and carried you to his bed. undressing each part of your unconscious body, save for you thigh high socks, for him to see, touch and taste. taking your boobs in his mouth and rubbing your clit with his fingers. he was surprised when he heard small moans from your sleeping state, but that would only encourage him to keep going :( he did everything that he possibly do to you while you were passed out, he fingered your tight cunt and ate you out, childe gave himself a pussyjob and then actually fucked your pussy. that bastard even came inside (multiple times !! >:() just to see his cum leaking out of you, it turned him on even more.

childe rlly hopes you wont wake up during this but he plunged his overstimulated cock inside your mouth and thrusted. he knew your lips would be such a divine feeling around his dick,, like you were meant to take him. he opted on cumming on your boobs instead of your mouth because he couldnt have you knowing what he did! you would hate him :( but that didnt stop him from recording and taking pictures of the whole thing for future usage. when he was done, he cleaned his cum off of you and dressed you back up so you wouldnt suspect what he did to you. childe kissed your face all over when he was done, he loved you even more now and couldnt wait to do this again !!!

djjddjj i hope this isnt too long but perv nerd childe is one of my fave i truly love him sm jejdjjwj i cannot cant , i love yur blog btw

hhhhh anon this… so delicious i can’t <3 it’s so good i’m so in luv w him omg !!! my loser nerd childe <3 maybe next time he’ll try get into your house n rape you there >_<

[mehbzz]

Lost

I cant stop myself. Hopefully one day I will escape this Chocobros ABO Au obsession but today is not that day. On the plus side it’s good writing practice! Not to tag @weebsinstash everytime but it was their idea that kickstarted my mild obsession. Last time I promise! F!reader and Ignis. orgasm denial, fingering, controlling/manipulative/aggressive behaviour

“Are you lost my dear?” The voice surprises you and you let out a squeak, much to your embarrassment, as you turn towards the man who had appeared at your side. Partially hidden by the shadows, you catch a glimpse of reddish-violet hair and amber eyes staring intently back at you. “No I’m fine, thank you”. He continues to stare, his eyes narrowing as they sweep over you, head tilting to the side as he examines you. Just as you start to trip over awkward into uncomfortable he nods.  “Enjoy your evening my dear,” he tips his black fedora towards you, “Farewell for now” You watch him walk away and disappear in the direction of the hotel before you continue your journey further into the town.

A foolish stumble while packing up the tent after the boys’ last hunt had left you with a beautiful purple bruise across your knee and a myriad of minor aches and pains. Gladio and Ignis had become unbearable with their attention afterwards, refusing to let you carry or do anything other than sit and watch as they packed up. This meant that asking if you could go explore the town you were all currently staying in had been met with an immediate no. Gladio responding before you had even finished the question. Thankfully Noctis and Prompto had also wanted to go explore and with some gentle persuasion from Ignis, Gladio had relented under the provision that the three of you stayed together. You hadn’t meant to end up on your own, but it hadn’t been long before the two younger alphas got distracted by their phones, and to avoid getting drawn into their bickering over whether or not Prompto had managed to cheat in King’s Knight you had turned away to admire a shop window and when you turned back they had gone. Your panic had been brief, you knew the way back to the hotel, it was a safe town, and best of all; you were finally alone. You could relax, you could explore, you could try some new cuisine, maybe meet some new people, and head back to the hotel later. You knew you were going to get a telling off for this, but the excitement of doing something just for yourself overrode it. Besides you didn’t technically wander off. Noct and Prompto did.

The sun was just beginning to set by the time you decided to head back to the hotel, staying out perhaps a little later than you intended. As you round the corner to the hotel you bump into the man from earlier coming from the opposite direction. He grabs your waist to stop your stumble and although he says nothing he smiles at your apology. His scent is strong but strangely bland and you can’t help the shiver of unease as he lets you go but doesn’t move away. “Sorry“ you repeat, but he doesn’t reply, just watches you with those unnerving amber eyes as you quickly step away.

As you enter the hotel you are immediately hit with an angry bark of your name. Looking across the lobby to see Gladio stalking towards you and Prompto looking worried behind him. The look changing to obvious relief when he locks eyes with you. Gladio says nothing as he reaches you, other than a continuous low warning growl that has you momentarily freezing in alarm. He obviously doesn’t appreciate your reaction and the grip on your arm as he drags you towards the rooms is painful. His scent a confusing mix of anger, concern and something tangy you can’t identify.

He pushes you into your shared room and you stumble, rubbing your arm where he had been holding you. “You do not wander off alone.” His words are almost a snarl and your alarm evolves into a tinge of fear “You do not talk to other alphas” “I didn’t ta-“ He cuts you off with a low growl “you reek of other alphas”. You’re not sure what to say to that and are pretty sure anything you say will just incense him further so you keep silent. Avoiding his gaze you glance at Prompto who offers you a weak smile. “You look at me” Gladio steps into your line of sight and you force yourself not to shrink back at his glare. “You will stay in this room until I come back”.

You scoff, “I’m not a chi-“ “you will stay in this room” it’s a command. This wasn’t the first time Gladio had used the creepy alpha voice trick on you, though it was the first time it had ever been spoken in such anger. The command shot through your chest like lava, a whirling line of heat that spread up to the back of the skull and threatened to give you a major migraine if you tried to disobey. You felt angry tears start to well up in response and tried to blink them away. This was unfair. This was unfair bullshit. But you kept your mouth shut; arguing now would not end well for you. “Yes, alpha.” You hissed. You saw Prompto flinch slightly at your tone, but Gladio didn’t react, other than to turn and leave the room, tugging Prompto with him before closing the door with a slam. You stand there in the middle of the room for a few minutes, frustration and tears threatening to overwhelm you. Trying to keep yourself from breaking down you sit on the edge of the bed, spending a few minutes angrily tugging the sheets and pillows off so you can cocoon yourself underneath them.

The knock at the door startles you before Ignis steps inside. As he stands there you notice the tenseness in his shoulders and you mentally resign yourself to another lecture. The way he scans over your little pile of blankets seems to amuse him and causes the irritation in your chest to flare back to life. You snarl as Ignis steps towards your bed, and he stops, surprise flitting across his face before he gently smiles at you. “You look nice and cosy in there, you did a good job”. The praise instantly has a ball of warmth flooding your chest, even before you fully comprehend his words. Did a good job at what? “Can I join you?” You nod reluctantly and he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. He watches you silently for a couple of minutes and you feel a tinge of guilt. “I’m sorry” Ignis looks unimpressed at your words. “Noctis told you to stay with him did he not?” “But –“ “I know this is still a confusing time for you, but Noctis is our pack leader, you need to listen to him, he knows, we all know, what’s best for you” “I didn’t wander off” your rebuff comes out more petulant than you wanted and Ignis sighs. “You are our omega darling; we are only looking out for you” You forget that sometimes, that Noctis is the pack leader. A little too bratty, a little too immature for the reality of him being an Alpha, and the pack leader, to stick in your head. “How do you think Noctis felt when he looked back and you weren’t there?” You frown, how does he think you felt? When Gladio grabbed you by the arm hard enough to leave bruises? Commanded you to stay like a misbehaving dog? The anger starts to bubble inside you again but before you can reply Ignis continues, “You could have got hurt, or worse” a slow quiet purr coming from him as he strokes a hand over your head. “There are Alphas out there who wouldn’t be as kind as us if they realised you were an Omega” His words send a chill down your spine as you remembered the stranger outside the hotel. Ignis senses your shift in mood and his purr gets a little louder, trying to comfort you “We can’t protect you if you leave us darling” nails scratch lightly across your scalp and you relax further  “promise me you won’t go off on your own again”

“I di-“ Your protest dies on your lips at Ignis disappointed look and you look away. His purr having the desired effect as you feel the fight start to drain out of you “I promise” He hums, happy at your, albeit reluctant, submission and continues to stroke your hair. It’s soothing and the comfort starts to turn your irritation into guilt. “Will you tell Noct I’m sorry?” Ignis relaxes slightly at your words but doesn’t agree to your request. “You can tell him yourself in the morning”

“Is Gladio still angry at me?” You feel on the verge of tears again “No darling, He worries about you,” a soft kiss to your brow, “I worry about you,” another to the tip of your nose, “we all do” he murmurs softly, finally brushing his lips to yours but pulling away before you can reciprocate.

You stay like that for a while, relaxed and drowsy as Ignis continues to purr and stroke your hair. “Are you still sore from this morning?” his questions startles you out of your doze and you nod in reply.  "Get undressed."

There’s a pause, a moment of silence where you’re not sure you heard him right. “What?” “Get undressed” he repeats. “A massage and some relaxation will do you the world of good.” It didn’t take long for you to agree. Although a little off kilter with the abrupt change of topic and the lack of a real reprimand you still eagerly accept his offer.  Even as you continued to unknowingly step further in to the role of Ignis’ omega, you still came second to his duty to Noctis and getting his undivided attention and one of his massages was not something you could refuse.

As you stand and start to remove your clothes Ignis begins to rearrange your cocoon of blankets which causes you a small confusing flare of distress. He notices and turns back to look at you, “we can rebuild it later” The ‘we’ makes you happy for some reason and you can’t decipher the emotion that flickers across Ignis face at your happy chirp. You still hate the noises you make, the involuntary purrs, chirps and growls that escape you despite your best efforts. Ignoring your disobeying body you focus on removing your clothes.

Once in your underwear you stop, watching him as his eyes roam over you, gaze filled with approval and appreciation. You fight the urge to turn and hide yourself from his eyes. Ignis’ love of seeing you in lingerie always left you feeling more than a little self conscious. Finally he speaks, “you can remove your bra” again fighting the urge to hide you stand there as his gaze lingers across your bare breasts before glancing over the finger marks Gladio had left on your upper arm. He doesn’t comment, instead steps towards you and brings a gloved hand up to your mouth, letting his fingers rest lightly against your bottom lip. You know what he wants and you oblige him. Nipping the end of his glove between your teeth, you resist the temptation to take his fingers into your mouth and instead help him remove his glove, before doing the same with the other. Ignis takes half a step back and lets his eyes roam over you again, taking you in. A smile flickers across his face as he takes a breath in, scenting you, before it morphs into flash of distaste. Gone before you can question him he gestures towards the bed “Lie down, on your front”

Once you are settled Ignis starts a slow soft rhythm with his fingers, running up your spine, across the nape of your neck and back down. He leans forward to kiss a soft spot between your shoulder blades before his fingers start to firmly knead down your back and spine. The pain and pleasure mixing until you feel yourself start to relax beneath his hands, as the knots and aches loosen. He continues this for a while, until your moans and sighs of painful pleasure turn into quiet sleepy whimpers. He kisses your neck. "turn over for me darling," he whispers pressing further kisses against your skin as he draws back again, watching you as you turn to lie on your back.

His pupils fully blown, a deep dark void as he stares at you like he wants to devour you has your pressing your thighs tighter in an effort to relieve the sudden rush of arousal. “You’d look so good in a blindfold, black silk across your eyes,” his finger brushes gently over your cheekbone, “would you let me?” His voice, dark and velvety makes you moan a shiver run through you and hips rocking forward before you can stop them. He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of a verbal answer, content to watch his hand trail down over your breasts, carefully avoiding your nipples and coming to rest on your thigh. You automatically open your legs at his touch, and he acquiesces to your unspoken request with a quiet hum, grazing fingers over your panties and down between your legs in a slow barely there caress. His movement is painfully slow, and your attempt to move your hips to hurry him along has him tsking at you, his free hand pressing down on your stomach to stop you moving.

It’s just enough to tease you. The way his finger languidly rubs against your clit through your panties. No rush, no real pressure, Just enough to have a tease of pleasure start to build tortuously slow within you. You arch your back and grind your hips, trying to get him to move faster, to touch you harder and his movement immediately ceases. You whimper in frustration as he withdraws his fingers, his hand stroking up over your body, leaning in to press soft gentles kisses up your stomach to just under your breasts. He avoids your nipples, avoids the little sensitive patch on your collarbone and bites sharply on the lobe of your ear. “Stay Still” Once he deems you suitably still and calm he slips his hand back down between your legs and resumes stroking you through the fabric, drawing breathy moans and whimpers from you. He touches you nowhere but against your covered clit, and it’s maddening. Every time you try to reach for him or move closer he stops. Ignis works you up closer to the edge again and again, each time stopping before you can come. With each denied orgasm you became more desperate, and as he brings you to the edge for the fifth time, you begin to tearfully plead with him.

"Please, Ignis," you beg, you were close to tears, your orgasm was steadily building again, and this time you were pretty sure you were going to die if he didn’t let you come. He leans up, his fingers still circling your clit, and kisses your mouth softly.

"You're going to be a good girl?" He asks and you nod frantically, “going to listen to us? He presses harder against your clit, “going to do as we tell you?” " yes, yes, I promise," you cry out with a moan. You were right on the edge, just a few more gentle strokes of those clever fingers and you would come. "Please Ignis, I promise to be good." His fingers slow and you feel like you’re going to scream in frustration "Alpha please" You close your eyes and he growls loudly, leaning down to kiss your neck, but he stops again. Hand moving from between your legs to cradle your jaw, focusing your attention back on to him

“Do you want to cum?” he whispers, dragging a thumb across your jaw “Yes” “Yes what?” “Yes! Yes alpha, yes sir, just please Ignis!” You feel the shudder of approval that goes through him at your desperation, your words slurring together as you try to find the words he’s looking for. “Good girl” his hand slowly tracing a line down between the valley of your breasts to rest on your hip. With one more whined please from your throat his fingers idly trace along the edge of your panties, moving slowly inward to tease your clit once again with his thumb. Still ignoring your pleas and whimpers he goes at his own slow pace. Moving the lacy material to the side he runs a finger down through your folds, sliding through your slickness, teasing your entrance.  “so wet omega” a low approving rumble in his chest, he leans down to give you a searing kiss, nipping hard at your lip and just as you think he is about to finally slip inside you and let you have your hard earned release, he pulls away.  The cry that leaves you is nothing short of complete desperation, almost pain, and you can feel tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re dimly aware you are begging, desperately pleading with him as you try to pull him closer but he moves no nearer, instead he stands and leans down to whisper in your ear "I want to do wicked things to you, omega,” he nuzzles against your neck, “but you need to earn them”. You’re crying freely now as he withdraws from you completely and heads towards the bathroom. He doesn’t react to your tears, and it starts to dawn on you that this wasn’t Ignis comforting you for Gladio’s behaviour; this was Ignis punishing you for your behaviour. The arousal and frustration is gone in an instant, replaced by a cold rush of dismay. Sensing you watching him, Ignis turns his head to meet your gaze

“A warm bath then you can apologise to Gladio” His voice is calm, almost cold and you fight the desire to throw yourself at him and beg for forgiveness. “Ignis….” you trail off as he turns away from you. His rejection stings and you suddenly feel very alone. The realisation that if the boys started to find you too much trouble, your disobedience too much of a hassle, they could walk away just as easily as Ignis had done, hits you hard. You truly would be abandoned in this world. You would never get home. They had saved you more times than you could count, they fed you, gave you a bed to sleep in, patiently helped you through the hormonal changes in your body, looked after you and obviously cared about you, and they didn’t ask for much in return really. Just to listen to them. The stubborn side of you wanted to deny it, that you could find someone else to help you, but their over-protectiveness and the lengths they’d go to keep your Omega status hidden made you think they were telling the truth when they said not all Alphas would be as willing to help as they were. Not that they let you have much interaction with others to disprove that but was it a risk you were willing to take? You wanted to go home, maybe Ignis’ was right, they did know what was best, it was their world after all. Ignis’ sharp call of your name startles you out of your thoughts and you look over at him, watching as he sorts a towel and some bodywash out of Gladio’s bag. You feel exhausted. Upset and completely drained you can’t bring yourself to fight anymore so you just nod.

[mrskisaki]

I'm so sorry but I need to see someone bring this side of Marco to life, what would a yandere & obsessive Marco be like??

This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest

12:35 am <333

All my yandere content is tagged "yandere" so block it if you don't want to read it instead of complaining please :)

If you don’t know what a yandere is, please look it up before reading this. You may not be comfortable.

Yandere Marco

Marco is calm, cool, and patient. He still allows you to go on about your business and live your life, he's just a bit more protective and concerned about your health and well being so he doesn't neccesarily do anything out of the ordinary unless you're not taking proper care of yourself or you're hurt.

Marco is a stalker, he's not delusional so he KNOWS you don't love him and he wont force you to but he let's you know that he's always watching because he doesn't stalk discreetly. You'll always see him in the corner of your eye and he wont break eye contact when seen. He's also a manipulator, Marco knows how to talk himself out or into a situation and get what he wants, he plays dirty if he has to.

He doesn't snap and kill people for looking at you but he will threaten them if they get too close and only turns to violence when they dont heed his warning. Marco wont necessarily harm anyone infront of you unless he has to but atleast it wont be messy, he does it quickly to get it over with. He tries to avoid talking about the ones he's beat up or killed over you but if you ask thrn he'll tell you but don't get mad at him once you hear your friend's name.

You can't escape Marco even if you tried. There's always someone watching over you for him if he cant watch you himself so as soon as you do the slightest suspicious thing, you're getting snitched on and Marco's on his way to lecture you and give you a threat that seems harmless and empty but is actually real and has a hefty consequence on your side. He's actually a good yandere if you give him a chance but if you fuck up then you'll have to face the consequences of your actions.

[stardancerluv]

Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 3

Summary: Roman feels his age

Note: squint at the implied smut…but this just angst and fluff

Roman turned off the dryer and was running a comb through his hair, when he spotted it. Going over to the door, he silently closed it.

Leaning in close, he glanced and didn’t see it. His heart began to pick up speed. Moving so he was practically climbing the black marble of the counter he found the one gray strand. Biting his bottom lip, he plucked it.

He stood back and looked at himself. He moved his head from side to side. No other ones stood out.

As annoyance filled him, making him flushed with anger. He grabbed his aftershave and patted some on his cheeks. Then he realized he could have some there too. He looked at the prickles of growth there as well.

“Roman?” Your voice called from the other side of the door.

“Yes!” His voice sounded like he was being strangled. He cleared his throat.

“Are you ok?” He could hear your concern.

“I’m fine,” He eyed the door and the handle.

“I will meet you downstairs.”

“Don’t be long, I’ll miss you!” You giggled lightly.

Your light mood cooled some of his annoyance, but it also distracted him. He tried to think. “Order me my usual!” He called out.

“Ok, I will!”

He could hear the clicking of your heels as you left. He could imagine the swish of your dress, the way your feet were your shoes. You were so young, so lovely and he was going gray. He had already known there would be a time when his age would come into play between the two of you, but it’s serious now. His annoyance came back as he brushed his teeth. He looked his face over, happy with it. At least his age wasn’t showing there.

There were no wrinkles, except when he smiled. Well, he didn’t mind those.

Dropping his towel, he walked into his closet. He grabbed a pair of fresh boxers. He remembered how you and Victor went shopping before things had locked down. This was one of the things you had grabbed, he smiled.

He had only really begun to smile because of you. It didn’t help that your smile and even more your laugh could be quite infectious.

He pulled on his dress shirt. Eyeing his cufflinks, he settled on a pair of his favorites.

He thought back, damn that was already going on a bit for the pair of you. That virus stole a year of fun and excitement from you two. But he had learned so much about you, and faced a lot of his demons.

Slipping on his socks followed by the very finely threaded slacks, his outfit for tonight was almost complete. Having looped and fastened his belt, he was beginning to feel better.

Grabbing just the right suit jacket for this look he paused. He had this one for a while. It was one of the first ones he wore when meeting you.

Reaching for his phone he dialed his groomer.

To Franco: Need an appointment tomorrow. ASAP.

Franco: You are not due for two weeks, Roman.

To Franco: I can’t wait till then.

Franco: How is eleven am?

To Franco: Good. Bring dye and the straight razor?

Franco: I thought you were enjoying your naturally dark coloring.

He had till the fucking gray.

To Franco: Just bring it.

Franco: Ok, Roman. See you then.

Roman slipped back into the bathroom. Should he wear shades tonight? He slipped on a pair. He sighed, then grimaced at his own reflection. He took the shades off and slipped them into his pocket.

*****

He slipped on his face mask as the music from the club began to greet him. He smiled underneath it as he saw that now a few weeks into being open, the stream of people coming to have a good time was steady. Seeing him, people parted and made room for him. He smiled and nodded.

He saw you speaking with someone. Your mask off since you were in a safe place. The smile across your face was as lovely as ever. The person met his eyes, they shared a nod and walked away. He came over to you and slipped off his mask.

“You look lovely.” He smiled. And you did, the dress hung just right and the heels added that little bit of height, which made it easier for him to enjoy whiffs of your perfume.

You returned the smile. “Thank you, Romy.” You gestured to the person, who walked over their own booth where they sat with friends possibly, Roman wondered. “They hired me to make a piece for their boutique.”

He rose an eyebrow, watching them whisper something to someone sitting with them. “That’s a bit garish. You’re relaxing in my club and they talked business?”

“I suppose, but things have changed greatly now that we’re back.” You sighed.

“They should know better.” He quipped. “I don’t like the idea of them propositioning you while you’re here to relax.” He let a smile spread across his face as he looked over the club.

“Sadly might happen more and more.” You shrugged.

“Be careful of them. Shall we sit?”

“Of course.” You sighed. “Are you ok?”

“Why?” One of the girls brought his drink over. He took a sip.

“You seem upset.”

“I’m not. I’m going to do a round.”

“All right.”

******

You could tell something was wrong with Roman before he even made it over to you. And the closed door. What could possibly be bothering him, you wondered.

Something was up, you watched as Roman slipped his shades on. Sitting back you twirled your ring a little on your finger.

“What’s going on with Roman?”

Victor’s voice broke into your thoughts, you jumped slightly. “Victor, I swear I will never get used to your light steps.”

He chuckled.

“I don’t know. He arrived upset.”

As Roman returned, Victor went and did an opposite round.

*****

“Baby?”

“Yes?” You replied sweetly. He rather liked how the lights twinkled in your eyes tonight. He couldn’t tell you he was feeling particularly old after seeing that gray hair.

“You’re my knock out.”

“I am.” You smiled. “You have made my heart flutter tonight.”

“Oh?”

“You just command the room. So handsome and just… I don’t know but I have always loved it, always will.”

He smirked, that made him feel good. He took a longer sip of his drink. “That’s me, baby.”

“And I get to sit here and be like, that is my fiancé while I see girls drool as you walk by.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Drool huh?”

You scooted over to him. He enjoyed how your fingers felt as they squeezed his thigh. “You better believe it.” He watched as your nose twitched, followed by a glow coming over you. You leaned in close. “You’re wearing my favorite aftershave.” He could feel as you sighed. “If we were down by the pier, I’d let you take me again.”

He chuckled. A dark sense of delight filled him, knowing he had taken you in total disregard of the statues that were supposed to be revered on that pier. He had taken you, and the cries of delight he pulled from you had made him feel very good.

******

Roman, sat down and gripped the arm rests. “Tell me you were tested, and it was negative.” He barked from behind his cloth mask.

The man nodded. “Yes, of course.”

Roman relaxed a little and removed the mask that covered his nose and mouth. He swallowed alright, “Go and look.” He resigned himself to needing to finally getting his inky strands finally dyed.

Soon, he felt Franco’s fingers rove through his strands, he gritted his teeth. Their eyes met in the mirror he set up. “Roman, it must have been a fluke. There is no other gray strands.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me.” He pounded his fist on the armrest.

“I’m not. You had the stress of reopening. The fucking pandemic. It was bound to happen.”

“I don’t-” He stopped himself before continuing. “Fine, well then I need a trim. My edges are getting ragged.”

“Roman, it’s early like I said.”

Roman just looked at him.

He nodded silently. With a swish, the razor sliced through his strands. After the comb ran through it, he looked sharp again.

*****

A smile curled his lips as he felt your fingers entwine in his hair. He had been pouring over some maps and had not even heard your arrival.

He knew by the soft sound you made, that you were pleased with the trim. Did you get a trim today?” You whispered.

“Yes, I did.” He picked you up, your heels feels to the ground as a squeak escaped your lips.

You steadied yourself on his huge table.

“Did you meet with that guy who had the nerve to book you in my club?”

The demure appearance came over your face. “Is that really on your mind?”

“Well, I do still worry about my lovely fiancée.” He laid his hands over yours, the glimmer of the ring catching his eye.

“I like that you worry about me.” You breathed.

He easily stepped between your legs. “I always will.” His hand drifted up your skirt.

You shifted. “Roman, what if Victor and Doll Face walk in?”

He leaned in close. “We better hurry then.”

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[sporksaber]

Ok, I love the role swap concept with zuko and azula, but I feel like they switch their abilities and personalities a bit too and I think itd be more fun without that. Where Azula is an antisocial and unstable genius who wants to gain power and zuko still struggles with being the less powerful and extremely empathetic sibling. So here's how I'd do it.

(Note, this is just for fun. I'm not saying anyone else's version is bad. But I've though about this so much and need it out of my head before I go off cuz make a whole comic and I do not have the time, i need to work.)

First off, Azula wouldn't call out in concern for the men like how zuko did. In my version she's allowed into the meeting because of the aptitude for strategy shes shown. She speaks up because it's an inefficient plan that uses up too many resources when there are other options. This enrages her father and leads to the agni kai. Azula is terrified and feels betrayed but has no idea how to handle any of it. She fights back during the agni kai, but in her panic she sets off a bolt of lightning. Ozai finishes the match and severely burns on her lower back. Azula is banished for her use of lightning on the fire lord (bc ozai fears she will no longer be easy to manipulate and might plot his death) and is forced to leave the next morning.

Some things to note: azula is eleven at this point. I changed the placement of the scar bc I think zuko's is very symbolic in a way that doesnt suit azula. Zuko's scar being over his eye and close to the light chakra shows the way his view of the fire nation and honour obscures his vision and how he is unaware of the truth of the world under fire nation rule. I set azula's over her spine because that chakra is based on survival and blocked by fear. It also represents trust which will fit into her arc with the gaang. Finally, she doesnt have Iroh to guide her. One of the things that bothered me was Iroh writing her off as evil despite her being a mentally unstable child. She did have to be defeated, but the way he talked about it was too dismissive. (Personally I think he was projecting his views of his brother and his perceived failures with him onto her.) Azula isnt sent to capture the avatar so she isnt given soldiers. She's completely alone without an advisor to look to or keep her calm.

Azula is given a manned ship with a disgraced soldier and an attendant when she leaves. The way I see it the soldiers zuko had were probably more irohs than his. The soldier is relieved to not be executed but hates being demoted to playing babysitter to a child at sea. The attendant views it as a punishment and hates Azula for it. Eventually the attendant will betray her and be killed for it. Azula never trusted the soldier and he eventually leaves to start a family in an earth kingdom colony. Azula doesnt miss him, he was no longer useful. The loneliness does get to her though.

Azula is obsessed with getting the underhand, so she had been successfully building connections and planting spies where needed.

(Zuko has been acting as a respectable crowned prince. He holds a zealous loyalty to his nation and father. He still faulters as Iroh tries to steer him from tyranny, but his sights are set on his father's approval and that alone. Afterall, if his prodigy could be discarded who's to say what would happen to him if he failed?)

This brings us to the start of the series. Like Zuko Azula witnesses the trap on the old fire nation battle ship go off. She investigates and finds that an air bending avatar is living at the south pole village. She decides she wants to speak with him.

Azula didn't believe the avatar existed before this point. Hiding didnt add up to her knowledge of the morality of airbenders, so she assumed the air nation avatar from the start of the war would be dead. She would know if one had appeared in the water tribe, as the south had all its benders killed and the north was compacted so close together it would be impossible to hide. Earth would be harder, but they were most likely to fight back and out act. And if in ba sing se they'd be used as a weapon or gotten rid of to preserve the peace of the city. Once the culcle progressed to the fire nation it would either be used to take over the other nations or enf the cycle for good. After all, there hasn't been an air bender for a hundred years even if the rumors of some acolytes surviving were truthful.

Azula kidnaps aang with far more ease than she should of been able to. Once he stops struggling she calmly offers him tea and promises to release him once their discussion is finished. He takes the tea and drinks it without question and besides a wary glare shows no more hostility. She thought him a fool, the tea could have easily been poisoned and promised are nothing but words. His naivete makes her job easier though.

She finds out that he was suspended frozen in the avatar state the last 100 years. And so, Azula informs him of the war and the fire nations crimes, advising him to master the elements if he wants to prevent all his new friends and the avatar cycle from certain destruction. Aang is conflicted, he never asked for any of this. Azula just gives a bitter smile. "The hands of fate were never designed to take requests, they move without regard to any life dependent on it. Dont waste your breath when there is nothing you can do."

Azula wants to see Ozai fail. If helping the avatar is what it takes then so be it. When his friends appear to save him she let's them leave without a fight. Theyll be useful in the future.

As the gaang's travels kick off she sets out to find out if the rumours about the acolytes are true. In this she finds a traveling circus. The youngest daughter and an old friend of hers was eager to escape and found Azula's life exciting. She didn't hesitate after being invited along, insisting that traveling would be easy for her and that she'd pull her own weight.

She encounters the gaang a few times as time goes by. The relationship is reluctant on the water tribe siblings part, they dont trust her and hold a decent amount of fear towards her. Her cold and calculating demeanor was unsettling, but the unhinged way she fought was terrifying. Her form was perfect and her attacks were precise, but the bigger the fight the more lost she became as she laughed and shrieked and occasionally snapped at someone who didnt seem to be there. The only worse reaction was when she zeroed in on one opponent, picking them apart both mentally and physically as she drove them to the ground. )

Things that'll happen as I move through an episode list:

Azula doesn't have her ship attacked do she diesnt run into zhao while doing repairs, instead going straight to ty lee.

Azula learns that the gaang is on kyoshi island and heads ther after them. She has been keeping track of the avatar as they move. Ty lee gets along well with the kyoshi warriors while azula buts heads with them. They dont want her there and azula hates it when people get in the way. Zhao appears to try to capture aang and Azula dips at the same time as the gaang. She tells ty lee she can stay but she insists on sticking with azula. This puts her on edge.

Ty lee gets captured by earth benders, when she escapes on her own she cements her usefulness to Azula.

They run into zhao trying to capture the avatar and azula tells him she'll capture him first. They both attack aang during the solstice, though azula's attacks are all purposefully set to miss and trip up zhao as much as possible. Aang is the best way to prove her father wrong and she's not going to lose that.

They rob the pirates that try to capture the avatar. Azula needs the resources and it gives her leverage over the gaang.

After almost killing ty lee for scaring her by popping up behind her Azula tells her why she was banished. (In more of a "my own mother thought I was a monster" way than an opening up about trauma way.)

Azula learns that zhao has captured aang and frees him. She then sets to reworking her information network as not all of them are scared enough of her to not fail her. She remedies it quickly.

Azula learns that zhao is plotting her assassination and decides it's the perfect moment to fake her death.

Azula enters the north pole to defeat zhao and gain any information she can. Ty lee rades a library during the confrontation. Zhao is surprised and infuriated to see her alive, Azula smiles as she sends him to his death knowing that she is not only helping the avatar but also that he gave her a perfect way to hide from the fire nation. (When news of his sisters death reaches hum, Zuko doesnt know what to think. She was always cruel to him, but she was still his little sister.)

The crown prince of the fire nation is sent to capture the avatar. Azula follows him as he begins his search. (Zuko begins to think he's going insane as he keeps catching glimpses of his recently deceased sister out of the corner of his eye.)

Ty lee keeps running into a girl she slowly befriends. She's gloomy and sarcastic and ty lee thinks Azula would like her. (Zuko's fiance Mai tells him that she thinks his sister is still alive.)

As Azula notices ty lee become more and more distracted as she absorbed herself into the cultures that surround them she decides it's best for them to split up. Ty lee diesnt agree, but Azula leaves anyway. She has work to do.

While traveling alone Azula cant escape the thoughts of her mother. Of her fathers betrayal. Of the life she lost because the idiot elders had no grip on proper strategy that even a child could create. She meets a boy that reminds her far too much of zuko with a mother far to similar to theirs. When she sends the bandits controlling the town running she knows it's more than just controlling a territory that compelled her. But at the same time she doubts not following through on the whim would have bothered her.

Ty lee meets toph and chat for a bit. Ty lee tells her about azula and how she left. When toph tells her she should forget her she insists that azula didnt really ditch her and that they're still friends. They talk about their friends and childhood.

Ty lee finds Azula and immidiently jumps at her, which she does not enjoy. Ty lee insists that she still wants to travel with her and Axula sighs as she let's her tag along to the next location, ba sing se.

Azula slips through guards and protocols as she tries to gain any information she can to help her once they reach the city. Ty lee befriends a guy named jet and his group, the freedom fighters. When he tries to get more than friendship she turns him down and it becomes much more awkward.

Ty lee becomes a street performer and chames everyone she meets as Azula researches the dai lee and how they keep control. After lashing out in frustration ty lee drags her out to enjoy the city's night life.

Azula learns of the presence of the avatar and location of appa. She frees him and sets to work taking control of the dai lee. She let's herself be briefly captured but her plan shifts when katara is thrown in with her. Katara is pissed just being around her and azula plays up a cool kind of annoyance. Katara briefly catches sight of the burns on Azula's back and offers to heal her, only for Azula to freak out and yell at her to stay away, backing against a far wall in a fighting stance. They are saved by the rest if the gaang and ty lee shortly after.

Azula goes back to try and salvage her plan only to be caught off guard by the appearance of her brother and his offer to return to the fire nation. Not willing to lose all possible advantages, she agrees. They battle the gaang, and when they are almost captured azula sends a bolt of lightning at aang, causing them to retreat. Katara can heal him more easily than she can maneuver them out of an execution.

Azula returns to the fire nation with her brother, mai and ty lee, starting the beginning of a large power play between her and her father. They are sent to lo and li beach house. The relationship between the siblings is tense, zuko has always been the child born with nothing who gained everything when his blessed at birth sister lost it all. Azula has always been cruel, but he cant help but let his heart catch on the moments when she's not. ("My own mother thought I was a monster, My father thought i was too difficult to keep around" "Don't let their words blind you, you need to be more careful, zuzu." "I learned the hard way to never turn your back to anyone, and the scars will always be there as a reminder if I need it." )

Azula runs into iroh, who is very disapproving of her presence. He warns her to stay away from zuko and to watch herself while at the palace. Later, zuko comes to her asking about their great grandfather. Upon being pressed he admits that he was sent a mysterious letter. He thought she was going to burn it when he handed it to her but instead the heat from the fire revealed a hidden ink. "Honestly brother, did you ever pay attention at all during lessons?" They find a autobiographical scroll of their great grandfathers life and the secret that their other great grandfather was roku. Azula scoffed at the idea of bloodlines deciding fate and quickly left. But Zuko remained conflicted.

During the day of the black sun Azula confronts Ozai. As iroh and Zuko fight the avatar. She learns that her mother left for zuko's sake and that she was never going to be fire lord. Azula tells him she'll be somthing even better and leaves the palace.

Azula and ty lee follow the gaang to the western air temple. Katara immidprntly attacks but is quickly rendered unable to bend by ty lee. Azula tells them that the only way for them to of gotten out was for Aang to be incapacitated, and she knew katara could heal him. Aang decides they can stay but have to stay distanced from everyone else.

Azula tries to teach aang fire bending but is slowly growing sick while aang is barely able to produce a puff of smoke. Unable to sleep and constantly on edge, it soon affects her bending, sending her spiraling as she loses control on the only consistent power she's ever had. Her and aang journey to find the true source of fire bending to try to help their conditions.

Still sick, Azula is itching to do anything away from the temple. Finding sokka trying to reach the boiling rock to find his father, she decides to go with him as she knows the prison well. Sokka declines but she goes anyway. They dont find his father, but they do find suki. Azula formulates a plan but they postpone when sokka's father arrives.

Azula comes up with a new plan, now reluctant to include sokka. He tells her to trust him but she insists she has no reason to. Her sickness has been getting worse and he tells her she needs to trust him, making her angry. Only when he catches her while they're escaping dies she finally begin to accept trusting him, if only slightly.

(While they're away ty lee tries to convince

Azula goes with Katara to find the man who killed her mother. Azula has no concept of why katara is so upset, which causes her to get angry. But azula tracks the man anyway.

Ember island players- azulas character has the scar across her chest. She's absolutely insane and "not entirely inaccurate, but I'd never come up with such a dumb plan." Shes also heavily implied to be more than close to ty lee, which azula has no reaction to even as the others freak out.

I havent decided the ending, zuko will probably turn to the gaang's side. I'll add more later and maybe write or illustrate a bit.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hey I want to ask for Levi with a fem s/o were she tries to cook for him but while doing it makes a complet mess out of the kitchen.. s/o cant cook but wanted to try for Levi :( scenario if you have time please 🌼

I'm so excited to post this, originally I would have taken another path but these past few weeks I've been thinking about this story a lot and I wanted to write an interesting take on fluff. Hope you enjoy❤️

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: beware! F L U F F, I wouldn't say this features mentions of PTSD, but anyways it could touch a similar topic

Tags: Hurt/ Comfort, all the fluff.

The nightmare before our fifth anniversary

The devastating sight of a kitchen covered in oil, flour and unevenly chopped vegetables would be enough to make every clean freak in the world, inside or outside of the walls scream in agony but it only sent concerned shivers down to Levi's spine.

He could only feel his poor heart sink as his eyes paced around the room in a panicked state. The unpleasant smell of smoke that came from the fireplace only sent hot rushes of blood to his newly throbbing head.

In a haze, he tried to puzzle the pieces together, to figure out what had actually happened. With a quick check around the small space he was assured that all windows were indeed in perfect condition, not a single crack or scratch adorning them. In addition had been locked when he entered, a fact he was amusingly certain of.

Had this been an attack, surely the attacker must have had entered the cabin someway. The lack of blood and physical struggle around the room though, slowly put his mind at ease as he took a step at a time, heading to your shared bedroom.

Glancing around he found traces of tiny vegetable pieces, some flour -or so it seemed- and water. In many places they were mixed together, creating the weirdest mass of sticky residue; such filth was an unusual decoration to his house yet his cleaning obsession instincts refused to mingle with his thoughts just yet.

"(y/n)?" With the calling of your name he heard a saddened tune. He knew, he definitely shouldn't have felt so relieved to the sound, still your situation was unbeknownst to him, but it was a sign that you were certainly still able to make noises.

As his shaking hand reached to push the wooden door of your bedroom open, he tried to shake all horrible thoughts out of his head.

"You're home early."

His eyes widened at the sight of you, feet sprinting on their own to your direction; you sat with your back against the closet door, your hands scrunched in weak fists resting on your cheeks, just underneath your eyes, wiping rivers of tears. Worry splashed on his chest in ice cold swepts as he kneeled down beside you, taking your hand in his in the process.

It was in that moment that he noticed you were covered in flour and unevenly teeny pieces of chopped vegetables. The sight immediately put his otherwise puzzled mind at work and in a second it had clicked to him. Naturally, it all came to fit in the bigger picture, he was proved wrong on his unitial guess on this being a home invasion.

A failed attempt at cooking, that's what it was.

The way that you burried your face in the flat of your palms was as painful for him to witness as it was for you to endure. You were panicking, the sheer terror of his reaction to the mess of the house bullied the insides of your ribs by twisting and turning them, burning them to the point you had to leave pained whimpers escape you.

It was so hard for you to look him in the eye and admit what you had done. Yet, your own embarrassment wouldn't allow you to torture yourself more than what you had already.

"D-don't yell at me, Levi"

"Now, why would I?"

With an exaggerated movement, his hand came to mingle in the space under your jawline. Another sudden wave of hot salty tears threatened to spill out of the corners of your eyes as you melted under the feathery drag of his fingers across the nape of your neck.

His mellow touch was soothing and comforting; forgiving even. It made your whole body fall into serenity as you leaned your head into his palm. Your own hand came to palm under his, your chest letting out a pleased hum as your furrowed brows finally curved upwards in a relieved manner.

"There was a time I knew how to cook. Before all that." you spoke low, voice barely over a whisper as your throat threatened not to hold back the lamp of cries that had gathered at the depths of it. "All I wanted was for us to have a nice anniversary dinner Levi."

You couldn't bear to look him in the eye just yet; your heart hammered inside your chest, anxiously preventing you from ensuring another comforting antic of his to yourself despite your need for it.

You hated yourself for not being able to exceed this simple domestic mission.

"It's fine," he eagerly spoke, his tone mimicking yours "you didn't have to cook on your own. We could just go to a nice restaurant."

"No, Levi! I wanted to make you those duck stuffed eggplants that you like! Why am I so useless that I can't even cook? Seems like all I know is how to put on odm gear and kill Titans while I'm at it."

His other hand came underneath yours. After having finally trapped your hand in between his fists he dragged your mingled hands to your chest, resting them right on top of your heart. Your pulse tightened, your heart threatened to spill in gory manners from the gaps between your ribs, this action was all too familiar to you, all too traumatic for you to momentarily try to endure. It struck you, though, in between coarse breaths and a sudden realisation that plastered wide shock in your eyes that this wasn't a salute. His slow hands wouldn't let go of yours; through your chasted breathing he could feel your whimpering heartbeat, the feeling causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise.

When, at last, your eyes fell into his the silence in the room became overbearing, the familiar buzzing that emitted from such lack of sound was sending your thoughts into a haze as your chest started to pulse with an all familiar warmth.

Surely enough your head wanted to guilt trip you and maybe pester you for not being able to simply mix ingredients together, but your heart ever melting under Levi's affections was invested in its counterattack against your intoxicating brain. When he finally batted his eyes, a little too loudly at it, to prepare your ears to endure the sudden incoming words he was about to utter, you goggled at him desperately. As if you were asking for forgiveness your eyes watered again, a whole new wave of tears shaking you whole.

"Please allow me to drown those tears, we'll prepare a meal together alright? I will show you how." He whispered and crashed his body onto yours respectfully, his chin now sat at the space between your neck and your shoulder. It was a much necessary physical connection that you would never get enough. The warmth that spread from his whole body through every aspect of him that was in contact with you was enough to help you feel anew. Had you previously melted under his touch, now you felt like you were ready for be molded, your existence flickering between the consistencies of melted wax and gooey sand.

In addition to his soothing words, the achingly beautiful gesture that still sat on the left side of your chest burnt holes through your shirt and your skin. His eyes on you were gleaming as if he had ordered the outside world to come to an alt, everything in you screamed for his calloused hands to get a good grip of your heart while he was at it. It should serve him as a well deserved trophy in a solo collection, him the rightful owner of your heart could do as he pleased it so long you could feel him hold you like that.

"Could I take one hand out of our grasp to bring close to me properly?"

Your answer was inaudible, yet he manages to figure it was of positive nature due to the short nod of your head in the name of his neck. He prompted himself a few inches back, despairate not to break much contact with you and reluctantly unleashed his right hand from yours. Before you managed to protest of the prolonged departure of his body on yours though, his hand shot tenderly on your cheek, cupping the soft skin in an urging motion.

The kiss he planted on the apple of your cheek was followed by another on your eyelid, he tired to ignore the ticklish feeling caused by your lashes brushimg against his contact sensitive lips but it was to no avail, a smuh had made it to his mouth before he manages to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"I really love you Levi, I'm glad you're in my life, I say this type of things every single year but-"

Your words were cut short as soon as they had began to form, only as his lips slammed against yours. In a matter of seconds he was moving feverishly, gluttony defining his earth shattering kisses and not even for a second did you hold back in returning the actions with fiery passion.

"I don't speak of this often," out of breath, he pulled back "but I do love you, so very dearly."

Before he could process the endearing look in your eyes, you pulled him in for a kiss once again, lips trembling to meet up with your hearts expectations. If there was a way to show him how you loved him this was it, the soft mingling of each other as you bit and sucked and fought for his lips to never leave yours, pressing his head impossibly close to you.

You knew what your answer should be, a short telltale of the way he made you feel a few moments ago would serve your feelings justice before you could press your aching lips on his once again.

"You could do as you please with my heart and I'd thank you, please don't ever leave me!"

"I won't, I promise. I couldn't be able to push forward without the one who holds my own heart."

Tags: @sasageyowrites @levisbrat25 @alrightberries @nobody-knows-anymore @miss-consulting-timelord am I forgetting anyone?? Pls I'm not good with taglists

[justalokifanaccount]

Episode 4-Play by Play Reactions (Spoilers)

(I accidentally spoiled a major part for myself by browsing tumblr after the episode aired but before I watched it because I’m dumb)

I’m watching this on my TV and not my phone this time so I’m excited

Previously on… the show I’ve been obsessed with months before it released. As if I need reminding lol.

Friggin marvel opening gotta remind me of Tony snapping every episode

Interesting watching this on my flatscreen cuz the show is wide screen

Oh asgard!

Little Sylvie!

Oh my gosh that would be horrifying as a kid… she just got kidnapped pretty much

“Crimes against the sacred timeline” oh for cripes sake she’s just a kid!

Oh my gosh this would be terrifying

Oh is this when Renslayer was still a hunter

Clever girl!!! She escaped before even being sentencing

There’s a lot more to Renslayer I bet

TIME KEEPERS BABY

Space lizards finna meet the business end of a pruner

Mobius yay!!!!! I’ve missed him!

And what’s so bad with different branches?

Oh is that hunter locked up?

Oh nvm

That “how?” from Mobius is the closest thing we will get to hearing him say “wow” in this show and that makes me sad.

Dawn of the Final Day

Aha iconic promo scene!

Serious Loki moment?

“The universe wants to break free so it manifests chaos like me being born the goddess of mischief.”

I don’t believe C-20 is actually dead

Soooo does Loki not still have the tesseract? Or are we gonna get a silly clown Loki moment of “OHHHH I FORGOT I HAD THIS.”

“Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we’re destined to lose?”

“No. We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don’t die. We survive.”

Please don’t romance them

This is sweet and sad

Don’t kiss please don’t

What set them off? How did they find him?

He really should have an equal amount of security

Mobius shut up.

Bad friend? Oops

Uh oh

TELL HIM THE TRUTH LOKI DO IT

Oh? Asgard?

Uh oh

Lmao

Bully Sif

Ouch

Poor Loki

Ohhhhhh lmao time loop of being beaten up by Sif… ouchie

Cmon Loki fight back.

Or break her mind lol

Loki don’t fall for it— ahhhh ok

Ouchie

Controlling woman huh

Easiest to break huh? Shut up Ravonna

Titans? (Lmao please tell me they arrested a variant Thanos)

Vampires??? Hinting at a Blade reboot????

Hunter B-15 knows something is up

Oh my gosh Loki real moment confessing to Sif “because I’m scared of being alone.”

Genuine or??? Is she gonna throw him? Poor Loki…. “You are alone. And you always will be.”

Mobius you scumbag. That’s literally torture.

Mobius shut up

Mobius shut up. You don’t know the real Loki.

Oh so even they don’t know what caused it

Now Loki is lying just to avoid being hit by Sif

Oh no. He thinks she’s gone. Loki can’t lie very well when he’s sad.

No not swooning… please don’t ship them I beg you.

Not romance please stop no.

MOBIUS SHUT THE HELL UP

Please don’t make it romantic please please please please

SHES NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND PLEASE SHUT UP

YEA LOKI TELL HIM THE TRUTH

Maybe he had a family, a life… maybe… maybe a jetskii?

Mobius shut up.

Shut up about “girlfriend”

Yea Mobius. Let it stew. You’re a liar.

That Hunter B-15 is onto something.. OH YEA SHE WAS ENCHANTED FOR A BRIEF MOMENT TOO

SHE MUST BE REMEMBERING SOMETHING

Theremin. Nice.

Odd music choice for a date I gotta say.

How much older is Owen Wilson than Gugu Mbatha Raw? (Googling) Owen Wilson is 52… Gugu is 38

Mobius is onto something. But I’m still mad at him.

“What we do here matters.” Doubt

Friendzoned

What trophy?

Oh the sword

SNEAKY MOBIUS SWITCHING THE REMOTES NYAHAHAHA

He’s not the best liar tho

For all time. Always. Doubt

She knows he’s lying.

Hunter B-15 interrogating Sylvie at Roxxcart

Yea Sylvie tell her!

FRIENDS? Please?

Oh my gosh poor Hunter B-15…

Hug?

Team up?

Yay???

Damn C-20 really is dead?

Funny with all that technology but that video looks like my old handheld game from like 2010 that I bought from Walmart.

Mobius having an existential crisis. Good.

Please stop hinting at a romance between them…

Friends yay!

Renslayer you scum…

Uh oh

Maybe he had a Jet Skii!

NO

NO

LOKI JUST LOST ANOTHER FRIEND

Renslayer I will revel in your demise

“But she’s just doing her job.” Shut up. She saw what Hunter C-20 said…

Loki is crying again… he just made another friend and he’s gun… HE NEEDS TO COME BACK. If Mobius is gone forever I will never forgive the TVA.

Awww she asked if he’s okay… I’m still praying only friends. Please nothing more.

What was the event? Come on Renslayer. You remember you crap hole.

Oh my. Time keepers??? Aha this IS where the stairs on the wall and a fight breaks out.

Lmao that one time keeper sounds like a dopey dog from a cartoon.

YEA HUNTER B-15 I LOVE YOU

Oh that’s how Loki gets that cut

Now he has a sword babyyyy

Renslayer I hate you

Loki help her!

Oh nvm she’s good

Child of the time keepers?

I KNEW IT

JUST ROBOT PUPPETS!!! ITS ALL A TRICK

So… who’s really in control???

Seeing Loki in this blue light… cmon give me Jötunn Loki.

Where’s hunter b-15?

Don’t confess love pease I beg you

Please please please don’t romance them. For all that is good in this world.

Oh gosh

Hug?

Please just hug

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHAT????

PRUNE HER DO IT

Loki?????

What???? NOOOOO

HE CANT BE GONE!!! We still haven’t gotten that scene where he has the flaming sword!!!!!!!! Pruning HAS to not kill them please!!!!!!!!!

Dammit I KNEW something would happen. They had their backs turned to them and it was too quiet.

LOKI BETTER NOT BE GONE I SWEAR TO GOD MY HEART CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH AGGHHHHHHHHH

I’ve seen him die too many damn times agahahshehhdheiebdusienenridiehehejd

And now the credit song has love in it

I really really hope they don’t have some sort of self-cest between Loki and Sylvie…

POST CREDIT SCENE WHAT????

LOKI YES

OH MY GOSH THANK GOD HES ALIVE

Oh

My

Gosh

MY JAW JUST DROPPED

ALL THE OTHER LOKIS

SO WHAT THE HELL DOES PRUNING DO?????

WE GOT KID LOKI, BLACK LOKI, OLD COMIC LOKI, AND EVEN A FRIGGIN CROCODILE LOKI LIKE WHAT???????

And what is black loki (I feel bad for calling him just that but I don’t know his name DX) holding? And what is old comic Loki holding?

What is this place that looks apocalyptic??? Why are they all here?

WHAT IS HAPPENING

THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE YET AGGHHHHHHHHH

SO IS MOBIUS STILL ALIVE THEN????

IS EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN PRUNED STILL ALIVE?

Is each pruned person sent to a place with all the other variants of themselves???

I HAVE TOO MANY QUESTIONS

NO WONDER TOM HIDDLESTON SAID POOR LOKI IN THESE EPISODES

My biggest concerns now are: how on earth are they going to wrap this up in only two more episodes? And PLEASE DONT ROMANCE SYLVIE AND LOKI!!! I mean, I get it… if Loki should fall in love who better than his parallel. She’s different enough from him to have it not be too weird I guess, but it’s still a variant version of him. And it seems a little too forced. Like sure a crush maybe, but don’t you dare say love when they’ve only known each other for like a couple days.

My mind is melting. I’m so glad I waited to watch this in the morning instead of at night so I could appreciate it in all its glory.

BUT NOW I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK AGGHHHHHHH

Oh and is Hunter B-15 okay? We saw her get knocked down but that was it. She didn’t appear in the rest of the fight.

AND WHO MADE THE TIME KEEPERS????

IS IT KANG? IS IT…… MEPHISTO??? WHOOOOOOOOOOOO?????

Gonna go browse tumblr to cry and reblog gifs from the episode to help me cope until next week.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Hi fumiiii, 💔 for Suffy x yan! Leroy maybe?

At the usual Work day at the Monsville dormitory, Suffy who worked with Leroy in one of the engine rooms noticed Leroy loosing His diary Out of His bag, however as They called after him, Leroy did Not hear them.

So at Night Suffy decided to actually read through the diary in worry about the odd behavior Leroy Had the Last Weeks.

"First day at Night Raven College, I was quite nervous because that Bully Suffy I tried to escape was in our dorm, but He seemed Like swapped Out, I don't know If I should Trust that. "

"Working with Suffy was Not that Bad, I finally can call this a small competition between us.Time for Payback."

"Maybe I was too harsh on them.I didn't want to make them cry…. Of course always I am unlucky."

The beginning entry we're fun to read for Suffy because it felt Like a slow developing friendship, however the next entries concerned them.

"Suffy seems to spend a Lot of time with me… do they like me or… Maybe I am Just delusional or slowly going crazy because of everything that happened…I Need to settle that Thing with my father… I don't want to be alone, I will never be alone, If Not I will force people to stay with me…. I will Not be Like him…"

"Its all over…. I lost Mom, I put an end to dad...the only Thing that still holds me alive is the dorm and Suffy… If I cant be with them, what Else am I anymore…."

"Slowly my Plan to Change Out schedules worked and Me and Suffy spend a Lot of time. I am so Happy… why do I feel this obsession about one Person, why do I feel Like watching them… I really am going insane."

The next Pages we're mostly unsent Love Letters, Pictures of Suffy and loose scribbles… Leroy definitely had a Problem, but how should Suffy respond, If Leroy finds out They have His diary its all over

… so Suffy thought how to handle this Situation. As some Green Eyes watched them closely from the Window...hiding in the Shadows.

[kibybun]

The Feeling is Mutual

Yandere Hawks x Yandere + Tsundere reader

Tw: yandere, obsession, stalking, cussing, violence, murder

Enjoy!

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You were currently running for your life. Why? Because you're a badass. But really, a sleazy pervert thought he had the right to touch you. Too bad, you punch quite hard.

"Get back here you little bitch!" The pervert was definitely strong due to his muscular build but you were definitely fast.

Thundering footsteps take the quiet alley by storm as you start to pull ahead of him.

"Go suck a dick, you bag of cat piss!" You look back to mock him but your feet disapprove. Your face scrapes against the lose gravel along with your hands and knees. "Fuck...."

"Wanna repeat yourself?" He comes to a stop at your side, bends down, and yanks you up by your hair.

"You disgusting bag of cat piss!" Once again you're too cocky for your own good. You spit in his face and he throws you against the wall.

"Little bitch!" He wipes his face before grabbing your throat, pinning you to the wall, and raising his fist.

"Do it, you bag of cat piss!"

His face fumes red as he tries to hit you, only to be stopped by vivid red feathers.

"What the hell?" His grip on you loosens so you take the opportunity to kick him in his precious no-no square. He collapses in pain and grovels on the ground.

"Hehe do I get a thanks for saving that pretty face of yours?" You instantly feel your blood boil but as you look at your "savior" the only thing you feel heat up are your cheeks.

His whole appearance was absolutely delicious but what caught you most was how god damn beautiful his wings are.

"Hehe what's wrong, like what you see?" This over grow chicken then takes it upon himself to flex his arms and wings.

You scoff. "Nope." 'What. The. Fuck. What's wrong with you me!?!' You turn to hide your blushing face to help imply your unimpressed demeanor.

"Owwww you wound me! Anyway why were you running from that guy, doll?" You choke on the air, trying to register the pet name he gave you.

"Pfft doll? Try coming up with something more original, stranger." As you make your witty remark, both of you fail to notice the pervert silently escaping. It wasnt like he mattered anyway.

"Fair point, angel. Name's Hawks." He holds out a hand for you to shake. Somehow this name was even more cheesy but you loved it.

"As if that's better..." 'Shut the hell up with your sass!'

You go to shake Hawks' hand but before you can grab his, he grabs yours. He swiftly but gently pulls your hand to his lips to place a kiss atop of it. You snatched your hand away at mock speed.

Embarrassed and flustered to manage to stutter out, "H-hey! That's disgusting! I still have no idea who the hell you are!" But you loved it oh so much.

He merely laughs. "Well you can trust me, plus I dont know who you are so, what's your name?"

"What do you mean 'you can trust me'?"

"Awe, ignoring my question? Anyway what I mean by that is I'm pretty trustworthy. Being number 2. hero and all." Hawks leisurely puts his hands behind his head.

All you felt was utter shock. Not only did the number 2. hero come and "rescue" you but he has been FLIRTING with you.

"So? I still dont know who you are." 'Oh my god, you absolute idiot you have no hope.' But he just laughs it off.

"Still a valid point so let's make a deal. I give you my first name and you give me yours plus your number." You have to stop yourself from gagging at how adorable and cheesy that was.

You give him a deer in the headlights look.

"Oh c'mon! I'm basically putting my whole identity on the line and all I'm asking is for your digits plus a name."

"But why?" 'Stop questioning it and take it!'

"Why not?" You give a final scoff before mumbling something. "Can you repeat that a little louder angel?"

"(y/n)."

"(y/n). (y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n)."

"What the hell are you doing? Stop saying my name." 'No, please keep saying it.'

"I'm saying it eight times so I never forget it. Cuz, ya know, eight on its side is the infinity symbol." He smiles the most innocent and pure smile anyone could make.

Your heart squeezes as you cant handle this. "That's dumb..."

"Maybe but you still need to give me your number."

"Name first."

"Ooo assertive, I like!" He steps closer causing you to step back.

'Please come closer.'

Very quickly your back hits the wall and Hawks brings his face dangerously close to your ear.

"Keigo." His voice was deep and had the effect of honey in your ear. It happened slowly leaving the sound stuck in your ear yet still traveling through your body.

As quickly as it happened, Keigo had pulled away and passed you his phone.

"Keep my name a secret, 'kay?" He smiles and winks only causeing you to function less and less.

"Whatever..." You put in your number and name, passing the phone back to Keigo.

"Thanks angel! I'd love to text you right away but I'm still on patrol so be sure to look out for my text later!" He swoops up your hand again to give it another kiss before flying off.

"Hey!" His response was laughter. As you begin to walk back towards your destination your face cools and you hold your hand close.

'He's suck a dummy but he's my dummy.'

Around 6:30 pm you receive a text from an unknown number.

'Hey angel.'

'Hey over grown chicken.' "Why the hell are you being so mean?!"

'lol are you calling me big?'

'Nope, tiny with succulent wings.'

'So you're only using me for my wings?! 😭'

'Yup!'

'Daw you dont need to lie to me angel.'

'But lying is so fun~'

'So you were lying!'

'....shit.'

'Ha! I knew I was irresistible.'

'Irresistible to carnivores.'

'You're an omnivore.'

'I have amazing self control.'

'Oh? prove it.'

'Pfft how?"

You leave the kitchen with your snack and plop on your bed. You were too engrossed in your conversation with Keigo that you didnt notice him peering through your window.

He simply adored how you try to contain how happy you become when you get a message from him.

Now was the test to see if you truely had amazing self control. Your phone buzzes and you quickly switch to your messages only to nearly die.

Inches from your face was the sexiest abb picture you've ever seen. His body was so well toned and to add to the picture his wings make up most of the background with very little blue sky poking through.

You were too distracted oogling and drooling over a simple picture it took a moment before you noticed his next texts.

'How's that self control treating ya?'

'I bet you're drooling over me.'

You pout, send a reply, and set your phone down.

'I think I'm a vegan now.'

After a second Keigo can notice the panic on your face as a faint "was that too mean?" was heard.

'Then I guess I'm the forbidden fruit.'

You bite your lip as you switch over to social media. Before your little banter started you were stalking his accounts. You didnt follow him or like any of his posts so he wouldnt be given that satisfaction but you truely did like them.

The only thing you disliked was how there were other girls who thought they could ever get with YOUR Hawks. He asked YOUR number and gave YOU his name. Clearly he was yours.

'Hey, you still there?'

'I like forbiden fruit. I have to shower. I'll text you in the morning, sweet dreams❤'

Keigo's heart flutters at the simple message. He flies home to shower as well.

While in the shower you slowly think of ways to eliminate the girls who think they can look at your Darling.

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Two weeks have passed and have you been a little busy bee. You had to work to sustain life but you made it to every event your beloved was at. You made it to every meet and greet, interview, photoshoot, villain attack, his window at night. It really helped that you have a stealth quirk, so that way you wont be entirely in debt!

It wasnt like Keigo to not notice he was being followed, he knew exactly what you were doing, but he felt too endeared that his angel was watching out for him. He was also quite impressed on how you were able to sneak into his interviews and photoshoots.

Keigo felt guilty not being able to give you the attention you deserve but he tries to make up for it by watching you on his patrols and after you leave his house to go to sleep.

Tonight was no different as Keigo was perched on your apartment balcony. You liked to sleep with the curtains drawn back so you can see the stars but you always forgot to lock that door. Did you ever lock it?

Keigo silently fusses over how dangerous that is as he opens the door and kneels down at the side of your bed. His left hand holds on of yours as his right cups your face.

He was addicted to watching your sleeping face. So innocent. Plus he got a break from your adorable tsundere additude. Dont get him wrong, he loved it just he desires affection too.

He slowly retracts his hands to pull out his phone to take a picture. He probably had hundreds of pictures of your sleeping face but he needed to document everything. Tonight you must be having a bad dream, evident by the fact your eyebrows were scrunched and you sticking your tongue out ever so slightly.

"You need to stop being so adorable angel." He takes his pictures and kisses you forehead.

He wanted nothing more than to cuddle you but he had an extra early patrol. He slides the door to your balcony closed and flies off.

When you wake up with your mouth dryer than a desert. "Blah..." You grab your phone and text Keigo.

'Goodmorning early bird.'

You knew he'd be awake. You had memorized his schedule. Today after patrol he had a meet and greet then a photoshoot.

'Morning beautiful.'

You truely cant help smiling and blushing at all the cute things he says to you.

'How'd you sleep?'

'What's this? Concern????'

You roll your eyes at his teasing continue to eat your breakfast.

'Keep teasing me and it wont happen again.'

'lol sorry angel, I slept ok but it would've been better with you~'

Did he just say that? Oh my god he just said that.

(y/n). exe has stopped working. As your brain starts to reboot, your phone pings.

'How'd you sleep?'

The witty comments part of your brain was still rebooting, preventing the tsundere in you to actually work.

'Maybe if we spent the night together we'd sleep better.'

Now this caught Keigo off guard. He expected to be called a pervert or weirdo. Not for you to agree.

'Do you maybe wanna watch a movie tonight?'

He gotta shoot his shot sometime. Why not now?

Your brain could not comprehend what was happening. Were you dreaming? No, your sure you're awake. Was he joking? No, he didn't seem like the type to jokingly ask that. Maybe the world was just rewarding you for being so dedicated and loyal. That's probably it.

'Where and when?'

Keigo does a few flips in the sky to try and ease his excitement. Too bad that fails. "Its a date!"

'6 @ my place?'

'You better pick me up on time and have dinner prepared.'

'Anything for you angel!'

"Oh my fucking god it's a date." You jump up and down excited, running to your closet to pick out your outfit.

Since it wasnt a fancy restaurant or anything you decide to go more casual. A cute sundress maybe? Either way you put on your outfit and head out the door to go to your darling's meet and greet. It wasnt too far from your apartment so you were able to take a leisurely stroll there.

As you arrive you see the big crowd already forming. You didnt want to get your outfit dirty so you decide to stay more towards the back. A peppy blonde girl pushes you slightly to the side.

"Bitch.." you mumbled under your breath.

"Uh what did you just say?"

Not wanting to embarrass Keigo or have him have to separate a girl fight you decide to step down. "Nothing."

"Good choice bitch."

As the two of you reach the middle of the crowd, the girl takes out her phone. It was hard not to ease drop when she is purposely talking in your ear.

"Hawks is so hot. I bet he has a big dick too. Maybe after this he'll let me take some of that stress off of him~!" She puffs her chest out trying to get a reaction from you.

On the outside you're calm and collected but inside all hell was breaking lose. You wanted to snap her neck, pull out her fingernails, and slice off her tits.

Seeing as you're unfazed she continues. "I bet he'd be screaming how good I make him feel. He'd ask for my number and I'd break his heart. He is just a hunky of meat after all."

That's it.

You activate your stealth quirk and she questions where you went. You pull out a knife you always have on you, just in case, and glide it against her throat in a swift but silent manner. She collapses to the ground and a shrill scream sounds, alerting everyone near.

Before you run, you look at Keigo. His eyes meet yours. You know he can see you even if you were invisible. You know he knows you just killed her. His face holds disbelief but his eyes shimmer and smile for him.

You run from the crime scene and wash the blood from your hands.

Six o-clock slowly arrives and there was a knock on your door. You know its Keigo but you dont know how he found your adress. Opening the door you see him smiling so brightly.

"My little angel shed her white wings!" He traps you in a hug. You gladly hug him back.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not! You did it for me didnt you?" You look up at him and nod. "Then its perfectly fine." He smiles at you before picking you up bridal style and closing your door.

"We better hurry, dinner is getting cold."

Loosely based on my Stalker x Stalker headcanons! Thank you so much for reading, have an amazing day!

Kiby~💚

[javierpenaspinkshirt]

Lawful Good

Chapter three

Warnings: slight NSFW. Angst. Swears. The slow burn continues. Bad formatting.

Words: 3.4k.

Summary: things go up a level for Javi & Y/N, but nothing is ever that simple.

A/N: thank you so much everyone for kind words and love! Thank you anyone who reads this rambling written when I should be be working lmao.

Previous chapters: chapter one chapter two

Chapter three

It was in the strange and surreal moments that you found yourself really wondering why you had come all the way to Bogotá? What was it that had driven you to leave home at 18 and travel to the country of your grandparents? You could have quite happily had a life back home in Texas. Didn’t even need to be Texas, could’ve been anywhere in the USA… anywhere in the world really! The world was your oyster. And yet as you stood in the dingy excuse for a library in the bowels of the US Embassy to Colombia with none other that Javier Peña pressed up against you, you began to wonder whether the stars had indeed aligned, and afforded you a brief moment of bliss to assure you that you had, in fact, made all the right choices.

Javi had his forehead leant against yours. Eyes closed, head tilted down a little due to your height difference. You’d followed him down here in search of a law book you needed. Bare footed, you’d tagged along with genuinely innocent intentions. You wondered whether his intentions had been quite so innocent. You had been stood here, leant up against the dusty old bookshelf for what could be no longer than 10 seconds. It felt like a life time. His hands were on your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin ever so very slightly. The pressure was just right. Your hands clung to his shirt, a little damp from the humidity in the cramped, windowless room and from the sweat of the heavy lifting he’d been doing not 30 seconds ago.

His hands began to move, very slowly as if asking permission, towards the hemline of your pencil skirt. He bent his knees slightly as he reached the hem and began to pull your skirt up until it was around your waist. Once again his lips were on yours, less sweetly this time, this time more passionate and with clear intention. If you had any dignity in this moment you would have pushed him away from you, straightened your skirt and left. But, for the first time in lord knows how long, in this moment your brain went silent. Every rational thought, every ounce of concern had been replaced with the repressed feeling you had for the man who was now moving his lips to the pulse point in your neck. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, pinching lightly on his skin. He didn’t seem to mind. A hushed moan escaped you as he kissed just the right spot, his hands beginning to roam towards your thighs. His lips were back on yours again, feverish. Clearly his brain had ceased functional thought as well. Holy shit.

Suddenly he pulled his hands away and cupped your face gently, still kissing you. Your hands slid down his body, taking in every inch of muscle and every touch of soft skin through his shirt before reaching for his belt buckle. And then his hands were on yours.

You opened your eyes, frustrated and confused. He held your hands in his, stopping you removing his belt.

‘We can’t’, his words not registering properly in your mind. ‘I’m sorry this… this cant happen, we cant’ he trailed off, perhaps recognising that you were too side swiped by his sudden change in attitude to understand him.

He held both of your hands up to his chest, ‘we have to go back, they’ll have noticed we’ve gone’, he said it in a hushed tone that, despite the building disappointment and anger in you, calmed you slightly.

You removed your hands from his and pulled your skirt down. You still hadn’t responded to him but the sensible part of your brain had reengaged and panic was beginning to set in. You felt your breath hitch as the anxiety set in. Fuck fuck fuck!

‘Can we go back upstairs and just pretend this didn’t happen?’ He had his negotiator voice on, like he was trying to keep you quiet in exchange for a visa. Like you were one of his ‘girls’.

You nodded dumbly. He was still so close to you.

Finally he moved and began making his way towards the door. You followed, scooping up your lost law book on your way. You followed him through the maze of corridors, not saying a word to each other. You ducked into one of the ladies’ bathrooms, telling him you’ll see him back in the office in a sec.

You thanked god that the bathroom was empty and you leant over the sink and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Thank fuck you hadn’t worn lipstick today or it would have certainly been smeared all over your face and his. You were still barefoot, standing on the cool tile of the bathroom and finally some sense came crashing back to your body. You had absolutely no idea what had happened in the library. Why had you kissed him? Why had he kissed you back? Why had he stopped himself when clearly you weren’t going to? The answer as to why you’d done it was clear, you liked Javi. Much more than you had thought. A seemingly innocent crush on a colleague had almost got you fucked in a glorified cupboard. You let a smile dance on your lips, how absurd that thought felt.

You tied your hair back up, caught all the wayward strands and forced them into a bun. You smoothed your skirt, tucked your blouse in and wiped away those threatening tears. Today was not the day you cried in a bathroom.

You held the law book tightly to your chest as you walked back to the office you shared with Javi, praying that no one looked up from their desks for fear your flushed red cheeks would give you away. As you rounded the corner to your office you could see he wasn’t there and you breathed a careful sigh of relief. Before you knew what you were doing, you were slipping your heels on, cramming the necessary files into your bag, along with the book that had got you into all this trouble, and you were heading for the taxi rank across the road from the embassy. It was Thursday, you figured no one would notice if you knocked off an hour or so early and you could just finish your work at home without the feel of his, or anyone else’s, eyes on you.

The moment you stepped into your apartment you kicked off your heels, threw your bag down and slumped onto your couch. Those threatening tears crept up on you again but this time you let them fall. They streaked your mascara down your cheeks and made your eyes go all puffy and red. You sniffled, feeling pitiful and weak. You weren’t even sure why you were crying. Was it shock? Was it disappointment? Or was it the realisation that actually you had worryingly strong feelings for a man who was not only a colleague, but a known womaniser.

You hoped that perhaps he would come and knock on your door this evening just to check you were alright? After all he was meant to drive you home this evening, maybe he would come to your door to see that you had got home safely? But he never did.

*

The next morning you woke up before your alarm. The city below you hadn’t been to sleep yet and it was buzzing. The noise was comforting. Despite the fact you had spent the night obsessing over what had happened in the library the day before, life went on, and the city below didn’t care about your problems.

You pulled yourself from bed and took a hot shower. You hadn’t taken your make up off before slumping into bed last night so you scrubbed any remnants of yesterday’s tears from your face and resolved to just get on with your job today.

As it was Friday you opted for a polo shirt and jeans. Really there wasn’t a dress code at the embassy, but you had found that dressing more formally had helped others see you as more of a professional, rather than just a girl. But today you didn’t care. Today you didn’t want anyone’s eyes on you. Today you were just going to work hard.

And then there was a knock on your door.

You froze. You had assumed you’d be taking the bus to work today. But perhaps not.

You looked through the peep hole in your door and sure enough it was Javi. Leather jacket, blue shirt, jeans, and those aviators that hid the way he looked at you.

You opened the door, ‘I didn’t expect you this morning’ you began.

‘Come on, Y/N, don’t do this. Let’s not go there’ his stance was stiff, hands on his hips looking a little uneasy but more annoyed than anything. He had really meant it when he’d asked you to pretend it didn’t happen.

‘Fine’ you sighed. You were not in the mood to argue. You grabbed your bag, opted for a pair of trainers, and then followed him down the stairs to his jeep.

It was a quiet drive to the office. You didn’t try to make conversation, just stared out of the window instead. He managed two cigarettes in the time it took for you to get to the embassy.

As he pulled up into his parking space, Javi turned to look at you.

‘I’m sorry about yesterday’ he took his shades off so you could see that there was at least a little sincerity in his eyes. ‘I don’t know what happened in there, but I know it could get us both in to trouble. I already have eyes on me and you don’t need that, so please, lets pretend this didn’t happen for both our sakes and lets just get on with work, okay?’.

You looked him dead in the eyes. Part of you believed he was sorry and that it really had been a spur of the moment loss of control on both sides, but something in you told you he was just as sorry that it hadn’t happened. Rather than quiz him you simply nodded.

‘Okay’ you gave a slightly forced smile and hopped out of the jeep.

By the time lunchtime rolled around you hadn’t left your desk once. Now you had the missing copy of the text book you needed you could finish the report you were writing. An NPC officer had got himself in trouble for shooting a sicario point blank and as he had been acting on orders from the DEA it was up to you to get him out of trouble. It was going to be tricky to sway this one, but if anyone could do it, it was you.

Javi sat across the room from you. He had also been in all morning, writing reports and scouring through aerial shots of the city, looking for anything, even the tiniest of detail, that might give up some information about Escobar’s whereabouts. Usually he would have chatted everything through with Steve but he wasn’t back until the weekend, and as you weren’t talking to him he sat in silence and mulled it all over in his head.

He’d steal the occasional glance at you, just checking you were alright. He should have checked on you yesterday, he knew that. But he didn’t trust himself. It’s not as if he would simply have come to your door, pleaded his case and then left, because he knew from your shared experience in the library cupboard that you were both as eager as each other. He knew that if he had come to your door yesterday to apologise, you would have ended up sleeping together. And its not that he didn’t want that, but he told himself that it would be bad for your respective careers.

The reality was that Javi was not in fact a difficult guy to read, not if he let the walls down for a moment. And there was one time he always let his guard down, sex. It was the only time he could be truly vulnerable, maybe that was part of the reason he enjoyed it so much? It usually didn’t matter, he could say anything to his usual evening companions, they didn’t care. If they were fucking him it was either because they had information for him or because he had paid them. He felt absolutely no shame in that, why should he? But it also served to keep him safe, because at the end of the night they would go home or he would leave their place knowing that whatever was said in the heat of the moment would be forgotten.

But with you? He couldn’t take that risk. He couldn’t risk telling you how he really felt. How he admired you every day, how he thought you were brilliant, so smart, and funny with a sharp tongue and a wicked mind. He couldn’t dare tell you he thought you were beautiful, or that you often crept into his thoughts when he found himself alone. It was too risky. He knew that. But still, he would find himself fantasising about whispering all of those things in your ear while you screamed his name beneath him.

He looked across the room at you again. You were still busy. He didn’t know exactly what you were doing, but it must be important as you hadn’t shifted in several hours. You were probably saving some cop’s career, getting him out of trouble. Getting him off. God how he wished you were getting him off.

Javi stood up suddenly. The quick move startled you slightly and you made eye contact with him for the first time since you’d left the car park this morning.

‘I’m hungry’ he put his hands on his hips, ‘do you want me to get you anything?’

‘No thank you’ you were polite but you looked straight back down at your papers.

You didn’t see Javi’s face drop as you brushed him aside. He grabbed his jacket and his shades and headed out.

As soon as you lost sight of him round the corner of the office you sighed and put your head on the desk. This was excruciating! Were you going to act like total strangers for the rest of the day? At least he had tried to talk to you, offering to get you lunch. He hadn’t offered for you to go with him, but that wasn’t so unusual. He often found the close quarters in which you, he and Steve usually worked a little stifling. The crowded streets of Bogotá weren’t exactly any less claustrophobic, but you understood his need to get out into the open air.

You resolved to finish this report, save this cop’s career, and then you would be more chatty with Javi. You were still upset and confused, but you were just as frustrated at yourself for letting it get that far yesterday, it wasn’t fair to blame him only.

It was 3pm by the time you finished your report and he still hadn’t come back. You handed your essay to another member of staff who would hand it to someone else, who would file it, where it would get stamped by a secretary, who would pass it onto the internal mail carrier, who would eventually get it to the ambassador. She would then sign it, sanctioning the cop’s shooting of the sicario, therefore protecting him under the weight of the US, and saving his job. A whole lot of work for the signature of a woman who, though she seemed to take her job seriously enough, likely wouldn’t even read your words. But your job was done. This is exactly what they paid you for.

You waited another half an hour before deciding to call Javi, it had been several hours since he’d gone out and you were starting to get that pit of fear in your stomach.

‘Peña’ he answered. It sounded like he was indoors somewhere.

‘Hey, are you safe? You’ve been out for awhile?’

‘Yeah don’t worry I’m fine, I got a tip but it turned out to be shit.’

You could hear voices behind him. Female voices?

‘Okay well as long as you’re alright, I’ll leave you be’

‘Thank you for checking, Y/N’. He hung up.

You told yourself there was no way he’d snuck off to a brothel on his lunch break. And then you reminded yourself that he was Javier Peña and it wouldn’t be the first time. You then reminded yourself that you shouldn’t care. He was doing his job and it wasn’t yours to question his methods. But still, jealousy burned inside you and you found your anger with him grew tenfold. You just had to get through the rest of the day and then you were free for the weekend. You could use that time to see friends, maybe confide in your best friend, and just be rid of him for a few days. Steve and Connie were flying back to Colombia on Sunday so you would pop up and see them in the evening, take Steve that bottle of something expensive you’d bought him to let him know you’d missed him. Maybe you’d take them some food so they didn’t have to worry about cooking that night?

You focused on that for the rest of the day and by the time Javi did return to the office, the rage had subsided and you were able to make comfortable small talk until he drove you home that evening.

*

Sunday rolled around and you woke up groggy, your head fogged with last night’s alcohol and the lingering feeling of unknown regret.

You’d been out with friends the night before and gone dancing at one of your favourite clubs from when you were at law school. You’d also got to speak Spanish all night which wasn’t something you did much, despite living in Colombia. You made a point of always speaking to Javi in English so that he would get into the habit of doing the same so Steve could understand. You hated the way Steve’s face would twist in frustration when he couldn’t understand conversations in Spanish. Making sure you spoke English around him as much as possible was your way of thanking him for also looking out for you. But last night you’d relished the opportunity to sing and shout in Spanish with your friends and you had enjoyed every moment. That was until you’d gone to the bar after dancing. You had absolutely no idea what had happened after that. One of your group had recently been given a pay rise so she had supplied you with drinks all night.

A tequila headache was one of your least favourite things. You remembered the shots. You remembered the giggly swaying, hanging on to your friends and trying to prop each other up. Although as things vaguely came back to you, you remembered that the person propping you up hadn’t been one of the guys in your friendship group. Someone else had arrived on the scene in the early hours of the morning and he had walked you home.

Your stomach dropped. You were laying on your side and you gently moved your hand behind you to feel the other side of the bed. Oh god. Someone was there. Your whole body synched in silent prayer as you hoped and wished that it was one of your group of friends who had decided to crash at yours.

You began to roll over, slowly, carefully, careful in part because you didn’t want to wake the mystery body beside you but also because you were afraid any sudden movements would bring up last night’s memories from your stomach. You rolled on to your back and braced yourself.

You turned your head, and there he was. Fast asleep, hair a mess, bare chest exposed with the lower half of him covered by your bed sheets. He looked so peaceful, you’d never seen him so quiet. His chest was slowly rising and falling with his breath, one arm under his head, the other by his side as he lay on his back. He looked comfortable. You envied him as your headache grew and began to thump.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move for fear of waking him up. You couldn’t think properly with the noise of the bar still ringing in your ears. So you just stared at him, snoring quietly.

You had woken up in your own apartment thank god. But you had also woken up beside Javier Peña.

Chapter four

Tag list: @ah-callie @thinemineours @opheliaelysia

[prismed-tears]

imagine the dr surviving cast watching a mystery movie. they would be the WORST

trigger happy havoc

there's kirigiri who figures it out from the set-up (please. its chock full of cliches.) you don't know when byakuya figures it out, but he's just smirking at random close-ups and snorting snidely. (while he has a good idea, he's definitely just waving his dick around to keep up appearances too). makoto is the absolute worst. he's muttering the entire thing through, practically spoiling the entire movie as they go along.

there's asahina she makes for good audience, she's just vibing and gasping dramatically, giving the right reactions at the right moments. she's also practically strangling makoto lmao. there's hagakure, who makes bizarre and random guesses (conspiracy theorist) that happen to be right like.. twice (actual functioning clairvoyant, surprisingly). he also tries to fall asleep, but makoto is so damn loud. makoto and hagakure are a two-man class trial, them disproving and arguing both of their theories. touko's just there because it's teeeeechnically a date with her beloved white knight, but you bet your ass that she can enjoy good storytelling and plot devices. she's basically cinema sins as she mutters "huh. narration. cheap tactic." kirigiri is silently nodding along, and eventually, they're both discussing the cliches and the utter bullshit in it, lmao. touko doesn't quite figure out the mystery, but she's pointing out plot holes as they go.

makoto eavesdrops and uses it as truth bullets in the makeshift class trial. eventually byakuya joins in, by the halfway point, they're all drowning out the movie completely. asahina's just bummed out and wondering how did they think this was a good idea. kirigiri hasn't officially joined, but she's basically dropping hints to makoto as they go along. touko does the same thing to byakuya. hagakure cries out that it's unfair, he doesn't have a sidekick. kirigiri tries to pry out touko's knowledge of cliches, touko cries out that kirigiri's a traitor for betraying her trust by using their earlier discussion, etc etc.

by the end, asahina's just happy that the characters got what they deserve. kirigiri's right, of course, but hagakure predicts an unforeseen plot twist that's just bad writing in the movie, touko is practically ranting how the fuck did that happen, there were so many plot holes for the twist to happen, but he's right nonetheless. makoto gets it wrong, actual investigation skills doesnt work in a movie, he keeps attempting the movie to apply real life logic. and as for byakuya? he's just smirking and laughing all the way through. is he correct? is he just waving his dick around? that's the real mystery.

goodbye despair

(technically they're all surviving, but i'm just counting the awakened ones at the end of the game, because... that's a lot of people lmao.)

(+ nagito and chiaki because we need actual detectives in here, and they're barely detectives as it is.)

let's start this off with— chiaki is asleep. she's down for the count. hajime keeps trying to wake her up but she's out. that leaves nagito and hajime. hajime is just eyeing/glaring at nagito, nagito knows, he's just 💞😄🖐🍿 as for the actual mystery, hajime actually knows how to keep his mouth shut... for the most part. he's muttering out half-formed syllables at random times, or shaking his head. sometimes, nagito asks him to elaborate, and hajime reluctantly does. when nagito isn't doing that, he's watching the movie, going "huh? but..." which makes hajime go crazy. elaborate. what do you mean. but WHAT. sometimes nagito laughs at random times and hajime's practically boring his eyes into nagito's skull, wondering what the fuck he's thinking. chiaki wakes up at random times, points out random things, hajime's shaking her, what does she mean he didn't quite catch it, but she's already gone. hajime obsesses over the slurred syllable that he heard.

and then there's kazuichi, who... isn't quite following? that's the detective dude, right? what do you mean that it's a common trope in movies? that doesn't make sense, he's working for the police, why is he trying to get arrested— and there's akane, who's just cackling at the dead bodies and hollering at the crime scenes as she wolfs down her popcorn. why aren't you freaked out, fuyuhiko asks. you aren't acting like this in the game, fuyuhiko says. of course akane knows how to differentiate fiction from reality. fuyuhiko understands the sentiment, both of them go apeshit at the crime scenes, fuyuhiko wants the detective to lose because he doesn't like the police much, mafia and all. meanwhile, there's sonia, who already watched 70 other movies with practically the exact same plotline, but she's basically freaking out at every turn. she's ooohing and aaaahing at every plot twist and kazuichi is like. oh PLEASE, he already saw that coming. he stretches his arms very unsubtly, sonia primly stands up and moves ten seats away. you're right, miss sonia, this is a better spot. kazuichi says, appearing out of nowhere. sonia moves away. this is a vicious cycle.

she finds her way eventually to hajime, who's five seconds away from an aneurysm. he's trying to pick the brains of two people while trying to figure out the plot of the movie. nagito looks very strangely pleased. sonia is unfazed, randomly saying that "oh, you know x is actually stole x, right? but that's only one facet of the grand plan, which is currently in motion." hajime's about to cry. thank fuck. an actual conversational partner. they calmly swap theories, kazuichi desperately trying to join in the conversation but he really isn't keeping up. fuyuhiko barges in, basically going what the fuck are you all on, are you saying that this movie is gonna have a happy ending? hell no, it doesn't work like that, fuyuhiko should know. this is what would actually happen—

it's an actual class trial now, akane dropping in and all. she asks for clarifications every once in a while, but she doesn't really care. kazuichi is practically kissing her feet. nagito has gone 💞😄🖐🍿🧏🏼‍♂️👀💞 at this point. fuyuhiko is very much concerned. hajime doesn't see jack shit. what does hajime see, you ask? hajime sees that nagito isn't opening his mouth to share his thoughts. hajime asks him properly. nagito answers with his own question. hajime is about to pop a vein. why does he even bother. sonia calmly says that y is dying. chiaki wakes up. red bracelet. passes out again. hajime shakes her shoulders to no avail. hajime hinata is about to cry. kazuichi, out of all people, tries to calm him down. this makes him feel worse.

sonia is practically a clairvoyant as she predicts what's going to happen 5 seconds before it does. nagito goes 💞😄🖐🍿🧏🏼‍♂️👀💞 😄🖐🍿🧏🏼‍♂️👀💞 does nobody else see this, fuyuhiko says. i do, kazuichi says. they are both unable to do anything. for the very first time in a long while, hajime is blindsided in this mystery, and sonia was about to figure it out before he did. his mind is working on 5x speed now. he knows he shouldnt be competitive. its just a movie. he cant help himself. he find a red bracelet on the assistant detective. sonia doesn't say anything about it. hajime is now unlocking 50% of his brain (not literally. no kamukura in this post lmao, im not gonna put my hands in THAT).

final fight scene as the assistant tries to escape. fuyuhiko is on the top of his lungs, pointing out the many different ways he could knock out the detective. akane's joining with him. kazuichi's just joining in the fun at this point. the mystery gets solved. hajime fucking called it. sonia is genuinely caught off-guard, she was too used to movie tropes, but it's a pleasant surprise. fuyuhiko's just pissed that the detective won. "i didn't see that coming :)!" nagito says. what the fuck are you talking about, hajime says, and all traces of victory are gone. nagito says that he isn't a fan of the mystery genre. hajime's eye is twitching. he knows, deep down, nagito is truthful, but also, why does it feel like bullshit. i called it too miss sonia, kazuichi says. everyone knows that he's lying. sonia suddenly lost the ability to hear. chiaki wakes up. summarizes the case. how the fuck do you know that, you were out cold, hajime says. i was spoiled by a redditor, chiaki says as she blinks the sleep out of her eyes. hajime doesn't feel victorious at all. kazuichi, once again, sympathizes. right before hajime can storm off altogether, fuyuhiko joins in the pity pile, and hajime actually finds the hope to live again. what a hopeful sight, nagito says. no hope here, hajime realizes, just despair. akane is sitting beside 5 empty tubs of popcorn. hajime is half-tempted to shove his head in one.

(sidenote: nagito can probably solve the mystery if he tried but he really doesnt care that much + it was fun to rile hajime up lmao)

[thelittlehansy]

Hans : when the Empath turn Bad ?

A little recap of post i make on my blog : 😁

1-How i think Hans is not a narcissist

2-How the king of the southern isles is one after reading the tropes on tv tropes.

3-Hans family works like a real life Narcissist Family and the tool used.

4-The sign of narcisisct father / son relationship and how many sign the princes of the southern isles show ?

5-What is narcissist abuse generally

6-How many sign of narcisisct abuse can we catch on the " A Frozen heart"

So basically this is what we learn in "A Frozen Heart" if we study how Hans family works :

1- Hans has a Ndad

2-since he is kid he is submit to narcissist abuse with his brothers.

3- Hans at 20 years old is view as sensitive weak a little mice by his brothers he have a different reaction that his brothers to the abuse he got throught dont like to fight back.

4-he hates violence despise it , is someone diplomat and had always tried to find a peaceful solution to problem with his father and brothers.

5- for the sake of affection love and respect he buy into his father morality and abandon his own and began to act more like them. A decision he makes i think when lars propose him to go in Arendelle.

6- he is someone who is dealing with trauma and has life all his live in hyperviligence.

How empath are made 4 reasons :

Source : psychology today

10 traits of empath :

1. Empaths are highly sensitive

Empaths are naturally giving, spiritually open, and good listeners. If you want heart, empaths have got it. Through thick and thin, they’re there for you, world-class nurturers. But they can easily have their feelings hurt. Empaths are often told that they are “too sensitive” and need to toughen up.

Hans is a good listening the last two sentences is the reasons why Hans is bully in the book.

2. Empaths absorb other people’s emotions

Empaths are highly attuned to other people’s moods, good and bad. They feel everything, sometimes to an extreme. They take on negativity such as anger or anxiety which is exhausting. If they are around peace and love, their bodies take these on and flourish.

We dont know but yeah it is what i was talking when i said empath mirror too.

3. Many empaths are introverted

Empaths become overwhelmed in crowds, which can amplify their empathy. They tend to be introverted and prefer one to one contact or small groups. Even if an empath is more extroverted they prefer limiting how much time they can be in a crowd or at a party.

Hans is an extroverted Thats Hans at the start of the book After leaving the party of his mom he go at the Dock to have his time alone that he said he wants so much. But then who would not with his bully brothers 😂

Also i m sorry i know this was not mean to be something but Hans did leave the party full of people prefering getting to know Anna better in place with no people 😂 its so fun how you can look at stuff in some way that where never mean to be take in that way. On the book we discovered this is his initiative he propose Anna to go see the garden 😁

4. Empaths are highly intuitive

Empaths experience the world through their intuition. It is important for them to develop their intuition and listen to their gut feelings about people. This will help empaths find positive relationships and avoid energy vampires. Read Five Steps to Develop Your Intuition to learn more.

Hans is ENFJ he works with his intuition on the book he did say that he was going with intuition and i think how he suceeded keep his plan all along prove that he can be very intuitive

5. Empaths need alone time

As super-responders, being around people can drain an empath so they periodically need alone time to recharge their batteries. Even a brief escape prevents emotionally overload. Empaths like to take their own cars when they go places so they can leave when they please.

A frozen heart told hans like to go at the Dock he like having moment for himself and only thinking. Something that his brothers dont do busy to admired themselve in the mirror of the castle 😄

6. Empaths can become overwhelmed in intimate relationships

Too much togetherness can be difficult for an empath so they may avoid intimate relationships. Deep down they are afraid of being engulfed and losing their identity. For empaths to be at ease in a relationship, the traditional paradigm for being a couple must be re-defined.

Dont know but well intimidate relationship dont seems to be his stuff.

7. Empaths are targets for energy vampires

An empath’s sensitivity makes them particularly easy marks for energy vampires, whose fear or rage can sap their energy and peace of mind. Vampires do more than drain an empath’s physical energy. The especially dangerous ones such as narcissists (they lack empathy and are only concerned with themselves) can make them believe they’re unworthy and unlovable. Other vampires include The Victim, The Chronic Talker, The Drama Queen and more.

Yes ! Hans is the victim and target of his father and his brothers so i think we got that one too. Mention also that Hans dad has succeded into making him beleive he is worthless and a disappointment.

8. Empaths become replenished in nature

The busyness of ever day life can be too much for an empath. The natural world nourishes and restores them. It helps them to release their burdens and they take refuge in the presence of green wild things, the ocean or other bodies of water.

Hans love going at the Dock when he need time close from the sea (reveal on a frozen heart )

9. Empaths have highly tuned senses

An empath’s nerves can get frayed by noise, smells, or excessive talking.

Dont know !

10. Empaths have huge hearts but sometimes give too much

Empaths are big-hearted people and try to relieve the pain of others. A homeless person holding a cardboard sign, “I’m hungry” at a busy intersection; a hurt child; a distraught friend. It’s natural to want to reach out to them, ease their pain. But empaths don’t stop there. Instead, they take it on. Suddenly they’re the one feeling drained or upset when they felt fine before

Well thats dont seems like Hans 😄but let give him the credit to wanted to help people. Like being the 13 sons and not be able to help seems to be a big deal for him and he really didnt like doing this stuff for his father in the book.

Also :

- he is really good with emotions

- he is a good listener

- Dont be the monster they fear you are its like he knows how she feel inside same for Anna its like he feel her loneliness that could explain how easy it was for him to seduce Anna.

- he know very well how to read people we saw that on the movie confirm on the book. Hans know if he cant trust poeple ( duke men) and when poeple are lying ( dungeon scene with elsa on the book)

He does have traits empath have and that could even explain some of his actions.

Here is also an another post i made in my obsession of Hans analysis 😁

How many of this more than 30 traits Hans shares with empath.