#i'm more scared that he'll just leave me in there alone than i am of anythin he might actually do

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Plus I mean I guess at least if he locks me up somewhere I won't havta think anymore

[lightfeltmemories]

dungeon meshi | delicious in dungeon; reactions to reader having a crush on them / having a crush on reader

dungeon meshi various x gender neutral reader

note: hey everyone, please be mindful that this is the very first time writing for these characters, i have watched every available episode but i am still reading the manga (though i do have a general idea about the setting and the characters backstories and personalities) so if any characters are ooc to you my apologies, don't be harsh im new here lol. sorry some of them are shorter than others i kind of ran out of ideas when it came to certain characters :p let me know in the comments or reblogs or more preferably in my ask box if you want me to do any other character.

characters: laois, falin, chilchuck, marcille, senshi, namari, shuro, izutsumi (i'm adding her here because feels weird leaving her out when i've added former members of the party, also this is purely sfw so nothing weird will be aimed towards her.)

trigger warnings: nothing out of the ordinary but just read the manga or watch the anime before reading this.

if you like this and my other fanfics, please be considerate to reblog my work, it not only helps reach a broader audience but it also motivates me to make more content like this!

laois touden

reader's crush: when laois finds out that you have a crush on him, his reaction is.. well, how do we put it this way? is he flattered? yes and no, he doesn't see himself as ugly but also doesn't look at himself as the most handsome guy in the world, but someone straight up having a crush on him is kind of new, he doesn't really care much for relationships at the very moment but has thought about settling down with someone he likes, will it be you?

laois' crush: when it comes to having a crush, he tries to be his normal self around you, but sometimes can't help but be a little nervous especially when the two of you are alone, sooner or later he comes to the conclusion of realizing the he indeed, likes you, but confessing is the hard part, he's never thought much about rejection, it is a normal part of life after all, but when it comes to you? it's an entirely different ball game.

falin touden

reader's crush: falin already has someone chasing after her; shuro, theres a 50/50 chance of her reaction to reader's crush being the same as shuro's, but could there be a different reaction this time?

falin's reaction: surprisingly less shy than her brother, when she comes to this conclusion she'll build up the right time to actually confess, not wanting to rush things, just watch out for shuro i guess.

chilchuck tims

reader's crush: chilchuck learning about reader's crush is a bit sad, though he's no stranger to romance as he not only had a wife but also three whole kids, he's not really good with emotions so he's kind of scared you'll leave him just like his wife did, so, if reader confesses, there's gonna be a high chance that you'll be rejected, just give it some time.

chilchuck's crush: this weird feeling in his chest whenever he see's you will confuse him at first.. there's no way he has a crush on you?? after his wife leaving him he didn't really have any interest in romance, he might as well just focus on his work at the moment, one of these days he'll bring up the courage to confess, just not right now.

marcille donato

reader's crush: she can't really decide on whether she'll return the feelings or not, definitely flattered is what i'll say.

marcille's crush: she's similar to falin, she'll build up a better relationship with you for the right time to confess, she tries to make it seem as if she's not into you but it's quite obvious to the other party members.

senshi of izganda

reader's crush: out of everyone, he'll definitely be the most flattered, someone having a crush on him wasn't something he put much thought into, not to mention romance kind of isn't his thing, nor does he think he have the time for a significant other.

senshi's crush: i don't think this is the very first time he's ever had feelings for someone, but it's definitely a special feeling, he's not nervous of confessing his feelings at all actually, and he's not that sensitive to rejection.

namari

reader's crush: namari wouldn't really know how to react, honestly, she's never given the idea of someone having a crush on her much thought, she won't care much about rejecting the reader, at least she's honest.

namari's crush: her crush will be a bit hard to spot but when it comes to you, there will be a notable soft spot, she treats you like everyone else and isn't afraid to scold you if you do something wrong.

shuro | toshiro nakamoto

reader's crush: in an au where he still has feelings for falin, he immediately rejects you, telling you boldly that his heart is for falin and falin alone, but lets go to an au where he either loses interest in her or doesn't like her at all; definitely flattered, someone liking him (back) isn't unheard of but it is... nice?

shuro's crush: just look at what he does with falin, he will propose to you at some point, of course when time goes by and he starts to fall for you harder and harder, until he just can't contain it anymore.

izutsumi

reader's crush: very, very strange, someone having a crush on her is.. almost unheard of, or she doesn't pay much attention, anywho, she doesn't know... how to react? she knows what to do if she doesn't return the feelings but... someone liking her is just weird lmao.

izutsumi's crush: she won't make it obvious.... or try to at least, she accepts affection from you much more than she does from the others and sticks by your side more.

[sanguineterrain]

I'm BEGGING for a continuation of the drabble where Reader breaks up with Jason

Thinking of him injured and alone after almost dying is killing me 😭

this got more serious than i intended lol but i hope you like it anon! finally there is resolution!

jason todd x gn!reader. tw jason almost dies, hints of self destructive behavior, guilt, communication (i am forcing the batboys to be good communicators!!!), injured jason, dick being the bestest goodest big brother.

pt 2 to this

****

It's extremely stupid for you to be out this late, but if you hadn't left tonight, you'd probably never leave. And you needed to leave. You can't sustain whatever you and Jason had.

Asking him to quit would've been unfair, and you know he won't do it. This city pulls him back in every time.

"Where ya headed?" the cab driver asks. He doesn't look too shady. He'll definitely overcharge you, but at this point, you don't care. You just want to go home.

"Gotham Heights." You don't give him the exact address, but someplace close enough.

It's begun to rain. You try not to think about how you just left Jason. You turned off your phone as soon as you closed the door; you know he's probably calling like crazy, but as soon as you answer, you'll go back.

And you can't.

You blink back tears. You can't keep watching him throw himself into worse and worse danger. Jason fights crime like he'd sooner let it kill him. One day, it will.

The car pulls up to a stoplight. You're dozing; it's nearly eleven o'clock after all.

Suddenly, something lands on the hood. You jump, heart dropping.

"What the fuck?!" the driver squawks.

Nightwing perches on the hood of the cab. He lightly taps the windshield.

"Evening. Mind pulling over?" he asks pleasantly. "I'm actually their designated driver tonight."

"Nightwing!" you snap, hot with anger. "Get off the car!"

"You shut off your phone and left," Dick says, those white lenses zeroed in on you. His tone is cutting. "He's losing his mind. You know we don't go dark."

You close your eyes briefly. "We almost lost him, 'Wing," you croak.

"So your instinct was to leave?"

"Alright, that's it! Get outta the car," the driver says, unlocking the doors. "Fuckin' crazies..."

Dick opens the door for you and tosses a roll of twenties on the seat. The cab speeds off. You wrap your arms around yourself as he guides you to the sidewalk.

Several emotions cross Dick's face, before he lands on one. Sympathy.

"What happened?" he asks softly.

Your face crumples. "He died, Dick."

"I know," he says, holding your elbow. "I was scared too. But he's okay. He's the toughest guy I know."

"How am I supposed to keep him alive?" you ask desperately. "I can't."

Dick frowns. "That's not your job. I wouldn't expect that of you, and I know Jason doesn't either. None of us do."

You press your palms to your eyes and start to cry for real.

"I just want him to be okay. Every time he goes out, I think it'll be the last time I see him. I love him too much to lose him, Dick."

Dick hums. "Have you told him this?"

You shrug, wiping your eyes with your hand. "Some of it. I-" You wince. "I yelled before I left. He was being so nonchalant about it, and I know it was so I wouldn't worry, but..."

"I know. He can be a real pinhead about some things, but Jason's on it when it counts. He loves you a lot, and I think he'd want to know you're feeling this way."

You rub your eyes so hard you see shapes. "I don't know, Dick. I don't know if I can tonight."

Dick sighs sadly. "Alright. Look, I'll take you home. But can you at least tell him you're okay? He called me up, terrified. Said he dreamt you were in an accident."

Nightmares. The guilt triples.

You turn on your phone. Ten missed calls and fifteen unread texts pop up.

[10:38pm] Baby please come back

At least text me you're okay

I messed up, and you can leave, but at least tell me you're safe

[10:42pm] I'm calling Dick

Sweetheart don't get into a car

[10:43pm] Please don't I have a bad feeling about it

Call me please

You sniffle and tap on Jason's contact. The phone rings once before he picks up.

"Baby? Hi, hi. God, fuck. Are you okay? Is Dick there?"

Jason sounds wrecked. His voice is raw like he's been crying. Tears start to build up in your own eyes.

"H-hey, Jay. Yeah, I'm okay. Dick is here."

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have scared you. Shouldn't have been reckless. I won't do that again. I won't patrol alone anymore. I'll-I'll work with Batman again. I called him just now. Told him I'd be at the Cave next week."

"Jay, don't force yourself to work with Batman for me," you say, your stomach a pit. "I don't want you to do something that'll make you miserable."

It's been better, lately, Jason's relationship with his family. It's not perfect, but then again, you wouldn't expect a family that dresses up in Halloween costumes every night to fight crime to be perfect.

"It won't!" Jason says. "Look, B and I have our differences. That's for damn sure. But I'm not so mad about it these days. And I should be safer. You were right. I want to come home to you, sweetheart, I do. If that means working in a team, then I'll do it. I'll do whatever will make us both happy and safe."

You squeeze your eyes shut. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner, Jay. I should've been."

"Oh." Jason sounds heartbroken. You can imagine him running a rough hand through his hair right now, tearing through the strands. "No, no, no. Baby, my love, listen. I don't blame you for any of this. That's not your responsibility. It's my job to keep myself alive. And Leslie's, once in a while. But I don't expect that from you. Never from you."

It's quiet for several moments. Then Jason speaks again, tone timid.

"Have I... did I make you feel that way?"

"No, you didn't," you say, opening your eyes. "Not directly. But... I don't know, Jay, I've just felt like there's nothing holding you back some days. You fight like you're fighting something inside of you." You bite the inside of your cheek. "I don't want it to burn you out for good."

Not again, you don't say.

Dick bows his head, and suddenly, you're there, watching them lower Jason Todd's body into the ground.

"I won't let it," Jason whispers. "I won't. I'm sorry I did this to you. Made you feel like this. I only ever wanna be good for you. I'm-I'm trying to be good."

Your lip trembles. "I wanna come home, Jay."

Jason makes a desperate sound, like a wounded animal. "Please come home, baby. I don't want you to leave. Wanna hold you so bad."

"Okay." You nod at the phone and look at Dick. "Can you take me home?"

He smiles, small and hopeful. "Of course."

****

Jason nearly tears the door off of its hinges before you can knock. He's probably been listening for your footsteps all evening. Your throat tightens.

"Hi, baby, hi, hi," Jason says, bracing himself against the doorframe as he pulls you into a hug. "Missed you so much. Love you so much. I'll be better, it'll be better. I promise."

You kiss his shoulder and bury your face in his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat. A-live, a-live, a-live, it says.

"Thanks, Dickie," Jason murmurs into your skin.

"Sure thing, Little Wing," Dick says, and you think he might sound a little misty-eyed. Sentimental sap.

"Thanks, D," you say softly, and Dick squeezes your shoulder.

"Get some sleep, both of you."

"You first," Jason says, and Dick laughs on his way out.

You help Jason inside, tucked under his arm, and this time, he lets you guide him to the bed. He allows you removal of your shoes and jeans before tugging you in with him.

"I'll be better," he vows, and rolls you over so you're face-to-face. "I promise."

"I believe you," you say, thumb brushing over his salt-streaked cheek. "I'm sorry I went dark, sweetie."

He shakes his head. "'S okay. Well, I mean, it's not, but I understand. I just want you safe. And here. But only if you wanna be here. I won't force you."

"Of course I want to be here, Jay," you say, kissing his cheek. "There's no place I'd rather be. I just... I want us to live."

Jason swallows and nods.

"I'll live. I will. For both of us."

[pyrodolls]

hi hi! i saw you mention that you love doing hcs & i LOVE them, so i thought i would send in a request

i wondering if you could do hcs of what it’s like to be mike munroe’s gf (or partner if you prefer to keep it neutral!) like how he is w them, his flaws, etc.

mike munroe x (gn! reader) relationship hcs

✰ warnings: gender neutral reader, poc friendly, all hcs are sfw

✰ there is nothing i love more than doing hcs, tysm for requesting some!! i had a ton of fun writing this, so if you would like a part two, i'll do it! (i literally saw this req and immediately got up to write it) also i mentioned some poc things in here cuz i'm latino, soooo if anyone wants me to write any character x poc! reader, i am SO down.

mike is a very secure, confident partner. he's perfectly fine with you having male friends or spending alone-time with a guy.

but when another guy is clearly flirting with you?

oh boy.

he would go up to you and casually sling an arm around your shoulder, subtly hinting to the other guy that you are taken. if the guy doesn't take the hint, mike would butt in the conversation and would keep referring to you as his "love" or "beloved" until the guy leaves.

he isn't afraid of confrontation or anything, he just doesn’t want to waste time on someone like that.

if mike were to meet your parents, he would be confident and casual. he'd obviously hold back on the pda and profanity, but overall he wouldn't be too stressed about it. mike is very confident that he could win the approval of your parents. because of how calm he is, he'd probably treat your parents like old friends.

but if you're a person of color, he'd try a little harder. mike would present himself a bit neater, would constantly mention his successes, intelligence, job, etc. he'd even put in the effort to follow your family's customs. like if you eat with your hands, he has no issue doing so. or if you have a larger family, especially if they don't speak english, he would probably try to learn the language and get along with them all. he really wants to gain their approval.

these hcs make him sound like a saint... but the number one issue in your relationship with mike is that he tends to be a bit ignorant when it comes to your feelings.

for example, if you were at a party and you told mike you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave, he would be like: "what? why? this party's great! just go and talk to people, it isn't that hard."

he's nice about it, he just doesn't understand. he may even tease you about it.

"what? are you scared of social interaction? oh no, a conversation! the scariest of all weapons!"

but he shuts up immediately when he actually sees how uncomfortable you are, then he'd help you out. he's a nice boyfriend, just not the most understanding sometimes.

when you are genuinely in distress (emotionally), he would drop everything to help you and get rid of whatever is troubling you. if there's a chore you are too stressed to get done, he's helping you with it. if someone's messing with you, he'll have a... 'chat' with them. even though mike isn't too good with emotions, he hates seeing you stressed or sad. even if you're in denial or claim that you "don't need help" he isn't having it. he's stubborn, and he WILL help you.

mike's love language is probably either physical touch or quality time. if you're taller than him, he'd probably rest his arm around your waist. if you're shorter, he'd like to tease you sometimes by having his arm on top of your head, but mainly around your shoulders. he isn't afraid of showing off his partner to others, so he likes holding you at all times in some kind of way.

he also loves quality time. doesn't matter how. whether you're out at dinner somewhere, or just sitting in the same room scrolling through your phones in silence. he isn't picky, he just likes being around you.

mike strikes me as the type of boyfriend to always offer to drive you places, even if you're a better driver than him. you'd be in the passenger seat and you get to choose what music to listen to, while mike has one hand on the wheel, and his other hand resting on your thigh.

when you're spending time with mike, you laugh a lot and mess around like kids, but after 3-4 hours of hanging out, you're suddenly talking about the meaning of life and your biggest fears and covering them up with jokes. he's versatile!😻

overall, he's a nice, funny boyfriend. even if he isn't extremely good with emotions, he tries his best with you.

[rayroseu]

Some Crowley and Lilia Parallels(?)

?? am i reaching here but doesn't "Crowley searching for a way for Yuu to go home" similar to "Lilia searching for a way for Malleus to hatch"?lol

like they both travel to far away places to search for clues to solve their younglings' problem and both Malleus/Yuu are frustrated whenever they're gone for their travels, Crowley/Lilia can't find a logical explanation why they're taking so long solving their problem too (like how Lilia foolishly trust wishes to make a dragon egg hatch bcs its just impossible to find another dragon and how Crowley seems like he's being lazy because he truly doesn't know how to transport a human back to another world) even though they're the person best suited to solve Malleus/Yuu's problem (crowley being the manager of orientation so he definitely must know(?) where the students came from and lilia being the only person Meleanor told that he'll hatch Malleus) also both of them are quite detached by how much Malleus/Yuu depends on them (by that i mean they leave them alone too much and lack communication with them even though theyre the person who took them under their wing)

They also have a habit of surprising people by falling from the sky (like Crowley's animation during special lessons and how Lilia always appears upside down to scare people)

and the difference between their serious and goofy personality is striking (like General Lilia with his mean attitude and deep voice vs Peepaw Lilia and then Prologue Crowley w his ominous vibe and again deeper than usual voice vs Weird Headmage Crowley).

Also idk if this means anything but they're also the characters with the most unique voices in-game, and im unsure about this too but i think their speech patterns both uses old english phrases yet still maintaining a modern pattern (to fit with the youths yk) and they both have "groups of bats/crows" surrounding them and serving as their only motif-- which makes me think both of them have familiars????

also both of them have "minimal magic usage"..... Crowley really doesn't casts any magic atleast in-game (but in other TWST media Crowley casts basic magic) and we know how Lilia is losing his magic because he exhausted it for hatching a dragon egg- Both of their (potential) twisted Disney characters (Bat goon and Diablo/Diaval) have a role in searching for Aurora too (I remember the Bat goon and co. was originally the ones tasked to search for Aurora but he failed so the task was passed to Diablo instead, and Diaval bcs he discovered that King Stefan had a daughter which raged Maleficent in the live action-)

I'm pertaining that if Crowley is Levan,,,, then these similarities would point out to the fact that [Lilia and Levan were always together](than Meleanor did) to the point where they kind of adapted each other's qualities, even if centuries pass-- Also TWST likes mirroring the "knights" of this game (i.e Silver and Sebek, Deuce and Ace), Lilia and Levan were Right and Left Generals (knights), so it kinda explains why they're having similar struggles and similar life pattern(?) (like babysitting an unprecedented child amidst their independent life and being hit with an important problem that is "impossible to solve")

so In conclusion?? did Meleanor cursed her generals to be eternally struggle babysitting troubled children?? XD

totally reaching here-- if Crowley is Levan and his life truly is similar to Lilia's,,, then then does that mean he cut his hair like Lilia's ???? 😳 bcs think about it,,,, all the Briar Valley characters we got has long hair (Meleanor, Baul, and Gen. Lilia) so does that mean if we do get a reveal of Crowley/Levan,,, we'll see Crowley with a longer hair as Levan- ✨🙏

If that's true,,, atleast Levan's hairstyle as Crowley wasn't a chaotic job like Lilia's,,,, LOL it kinda matches their description that Levan is more prim and proper KDHWKHD atleast as Crowley, Levan is actually attempting fashion instead of randomly matching whatever like Lilia 😭 also didn't Crowley had a tangent about his very specific food taste when asking for souvenir(GloMas Event)?? which hits the nail about Lilia's complaint about Meleanor and Levan being picky eaters lol

[mxdarling]

["did you miss me? because i really missed you" / "no! i'm not going anywhere and neither are you! we're stuck together now, i'll make sure of it"]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: the greatest detective, will never leave your side and neither will you leave his.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1.8k

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] my first bsd work LOLL god when I say I was writing this with trembling hands I wouldn't be lying, I was so scared to write for him even though he's one of my favs fufuu I just hate mischaracterization and i don't wanna fuck this up, anyways thank you anon for requesting ranpo with #30 and #22! it has been my pleasure to write for him LOLL enjoy!!

[warnings:] lowercase, ooc ranpo, yandere behavior, they/them prns, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, ranpo sits on reader's lap, mentions of stalking, implied reader being blackmailed by ranpo, reader is taller than ranpo, non consensual kissing (cheeks & lips), ranpo licks reader's fingers, eavesdropping.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

RANPO EDOGAWA, the greatest detective in the world, one who could solve a case in under 3 seconds, your annoying and childlike coworker, the one who has no ability, is currently following you around like a lost child. this has been going on for—at least, 4 minutes max—just him trailing a few centimeters behind as you continue to walk to your destination. in all fairness, when he found out you were going to the grocery store, he immediately jumped into the conversation and decided by himself that he's going to join you during your trip.

"areee weeeee there yet? i don't remember the journey to the store being this long!" a loud whine comes out of ranpo's mouth, worsening your mood as you hear his whiny voice, the kind you'd hear from a 6-year-old child who is simply too impatient to wait for their turn. from your peripheral vision, you could see several people looking at the two of you, ranging from confusion to judgmental stares. his shoulders are down, making him have a slouched body posture as he walks behind youin a more lazier manner than you, who is so close to speed stomping and leaving him behind.

"are we ther- hey! wait up!"

scratch that last thought, you're going to have a pleasant trip to the grocery store and you're going to leave him behind if that's what it takes to have peace of mind.

(fortunately for him, you didn't. your dislike for attention proves to be something he could use to his advantage, seeing how you crumbled under the feeling of many eyes turned towards you two when he whined and cried in the middle of the sidewalk, making a scene in broad daylight, taking his wrist in your grip, and dragging him along to your destination, making him match your speedy pace. he'll definitely keep this in mind for future use.)

the office was quiet, and you were alone in the room—switching between writing and reading a bunch of papers piled up near where you're sitting. despite having gone through just a few pieces of paper, the weight on your shoulders and back has gotten rather heavy, like you didn't stretch your limbs beforehand after waking up from your 5-hour rest. the silence was odd, to say the least, not that it wasn't unwelcome; it just made you curious about what your co-workers were up to, which made them not present in the office today. maybe yosano is out shopping, maybe kunikida and dazai were out chasing down criminals, and whatnot, maybe atsushi is helping out to solve a case with... him. the oh so great detective, fucking ranpo.

as much as he preached about how great he is and how everyone else in the detective agency respects and admires him, you were quite indifferent towards him in general. you aren't sure what everyone sees in him or what makes him so interesting that he's able to get this much attention—in other words, he's just plain boring in your eyes. actually, scratch that; he's more than boring; he's an absolute brat. he's whiny, always munching on his snacks so loudly, refusing to do work or cases sometimes, and acting like his super deduction is an ability. what's even worse is that he seems so determined to bother you constantly, every chance he gets. rarely are you left alone and left to breathe from the overwhelming detective—even if you are given a moment of peace, he'd come running back acting like an even bigger headache for you.

"(nameeeeeee)!" filling up the room with his shout, he pushed open the door with such force that it banged so loudly that the noise echoed to the other side. you could feel his attention on your back as silence once again filled the room. in the most coincidental (and worst) timing, the headache you were talking shit in your head comes into the office—a dreadful pit building up in your stomach as you mentally pray in your head for whatever ranpo is going to put you through this time. you could hear the skip in his footsteps. every step he takes, more sweat starts rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and imagine a life without ranpo, without the suffocation of love and attention he gives you, without the anxious thoughts of being followed on your way home (you have major suspicions that it's ranpo but have nothing solid to prove it's him), without him blackmailing you into compliance, without-

dragging you out of your inner thoughts, the headache makes impactful contact with your back. "did you miss me? because i really missed you!" he says in a cheerful tone, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight grip and rubbing his cheeks against yours like someone would greet their lover when they miss them so much (he's doing it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, you think). to further prove your point, he smashes his lips against your cheek, not once, not twice, but multiple times in the same and adjacent areas of your cheek. if this had happened to you several months ago, the simple act of him trying to wrap his arms around your shoulders would make you go away from him as fast and as far as possible—even more so if he tried to kiss you, your water bills would skyrocket through the roof for how much time you would spend in the bathroom trying to scrub away the kiss on your cheek.

"no i didn't, actually" having gotten used to his (non-consensual) affection towards you, his actions do not faze you; on the outside, that is, there still remains that pit of disgust you used to have all those months ago. those urges to swat his body away from yours to give yourself some space are still there, yet you do nothing to act on any of them. you simply decide to indulge in whatever antics he has up his sleeves this time for the next few hours of your day—not that you had a choice, anyway.

(several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times he intentionally ignores it for his own benefit. the one time he went overboard was when he made himself comfortable on your lap, handed you several sweet snacks you assumed he got from his secret stash, and forced you to hand-feed him until he was satisfied. to say this stunt of his hindered your productivity would be an understatement. you were way behind your planned schedule by the time you finished hand-feeding him all the sweet snacks.

just as you were about to ask him to get off, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, saying something about "there's still some crumbs left!" which confused the fuck out of you until you felt the wet sensation of a tongue licking your fingers. the horrors expressed on your face seemed to further encourage the amused ranpo, as he started sucking on your fingers too! neither of you two brought up that incident again, though you're glad he hasn't done this again; you aren't sure how well you were going to handle the next one.)

"i guess you could say smart men are my type," you say rather subconsciously without any thought or care of your co-workers' reaction to your answer, instead putting all your focus on your computer screen and continuing to type away as you hear several gasps and 'no way's from your left side.

"(name), are you.. sure smart men are your type?" there was hesitation in their voice, disbelief even—like they didn't believe you the first time. "uhh.. yeah? i didn't really give much thought, but intelligence is hot, i guess," you said once again, answering in the same manner you did the first time. you weren't sure what they were trying to get out of this conversation, but if you had to guess, most likely they're attempting to set you up on a blind date. "..alright, if you say so.." they say, ultimately ending the conversation and switching topics to avoid making the awkwardness linger in the atmosphere.

(little did you and your co-workers know, the great detective was listening in on the whole conversation. hearing every word that came out of your mouth, to say he stumbled upon your little talk on accident would be a lie—he doesn't go to such lengths without a reason. to say he's surprised by your type of men like your co-workers were would be another lie, but he's quite puzzled. if smart men are your type, why do you always seem to give the expression that you're disgusted by him? no matter, as a detective, it's his job to uncover every bit of mystery and solve for all the missing pieces.)

stepping out of the building, bidding farewell to your co-workers, and parting ways as you walk to your house, taking extra caution by putting your keys between your fingers in case you were to be stalked by someone, especially a certain someone you've been trying to avoid all day long...

"(naaameeeee)!!" and speak of the devil; he shows up to come and ruin your day just when you're about to go home—how fun. you let out a tired sigh and turned around to see ranpo running towards you at full speed. the sight set off alarm bells in your head, so on impulse, you tried to get out of his way and hoped he ran too fast that he ended up hitting a light pole straight in the face. yet it seems this day of yours wouldn't be so lucky, because suddenly he grabs your shirt, pulls you a little lower to his height, and then kisses you on the lips.

your eyes widen in shock, momentarily stunned for a second, before you feel your instincts kick in and roughly push him away.

"ranpo, what the fuc-!?"

suddenly you feel an unexpected impact hitting your chest, emitting a surprising noise from your mouth, making you cut off mid-sentence. ranpo buries his face underneath your chin, rubbing against your skin with his cheek like it's a pillow—opening your mouth. you tried to protest once more against him, but nothing came out. the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrap around your torso and your arms holding you in a tight grip, sending the message that he doesn't want to let you go. after what felt like eternity to you, he looks up and shows you the poutiest expression you've ever seen him make.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you! we're stuck together now; i'll make sure of it!"

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

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[the-fabled-void]

So those afterdeath and colorkiller playlists sound interesting

I have one song I choose for Afterdeath, and I currently only have one for ColorKiller

Analysis under the cut!

Afterdeath

Playlist:

Song: My Love Is Sick

(same singer and album as the other)

"My love is sick

It leaks and bleeds

All over me onto my nicest shirt"

Geno's pov, both in reference to his blood/determination and to how he feels like his love would only lead to people getting hurt

"Vines without roots

Like knives in my body

And I am their puppet

Twisting ‘til I hurt"

Loving again after so long of only being trapped, either alone or with the kid who's his killer

"My love is sick

I’m running a fever so high

I peel my skin to breathe"

Geno feels like getting close to someone will harm him, he feels the way it's draining him

"Birds without cages

Find perch on my ribs and I

Stitch myself back up to keep them in"

Reaper, with wings, and kinda bird mannerisms. And Geno knowing that, no matter how much it hurts him, he's already attached. He's going to ignore anything that hurts him, and he's also so dependent on him, it's so painful when he leaves

"You’re an infection

I am keeping

No matter the sepsis

You are staying

I’d rather the wound

Than have you removed

Enough rotting for two

Killing me, keeping me high"

I think... They aren't exactly that good for each other, not 100% in this version. They're not perfect, but despite that, they're both equally attached

"My love is sick

It’s messy and wrong

But I pray for a bit of contagion

Hands without fingers

Like spoons at the source

Coat evenly

Oh, won’t you touch me?"

Perhaps Reaper is a bit more openly affectionate (not flirty pervert, just... desperate love-starved) and Geno wants to allow himself to feel this affectionate too

"You’re the cure

You’re the curse

You make it better

You make it worse

You’re my killer

And my Christ

(But I’m the one twisting the knife)"

They're both making each other better by giving each other affection and company they need, and yet they also make each other worse by giving the other something they can only get from the other

"My love is sick

It’s taken me whole

I’m simply a host to a haunting

Ghosts without corpses

Still linger in flesh

Holding on to a love they keep wanting"

They feel like their relationship to each other defines them now?

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Okay okay, for

ColorKiller

so far it's only one song so I'm analysing that one

The situation I'm imagining is, they're in the omega timeline, they're living together there and Killer is in stage one, newly left nightmare's gang

Song: Dogbird by Madds Buckley

"Sorry that I’m scared of thunder like a dog

I know that you love rain

But I cry when something shakes the walls

Tail between my legs

I scratch while you relax

Ruffling feathers watching storm clouds pass"

Killer isn't used to this normalcy, talking to the other inhabitants, he prefers to stay away

"Hoping I’ll make you hate the thunder too

Digging in my claws will make you hate me too"

A part of Killer wants to hurt Color, just to see what happens, if he'll hate him

"I can’t stand you in my bed

You’re too gentle

I need you to hurt me back instead

I wish I could take you back to California

Where you’ve never heard of creatures like me

Little Bird won’t you fly away

Little Bird won’t you fly away"

He doesn't think he deserves being treated nicely by him or by others, he's warning him, seeing himself as a ticking time bomb

"And sorry that I roll over to my folks

It’s not that I’m ashamed

But they keep me on the leash to choke

I’m a hunting breed

And bird is all they eat

If they sniff you out, they gnash their teeth

I’m a coward scared of living outside

Even if it means I crush you at my side"

Keeping the idea of the first part to myself for a possible animatic, but the second part of that is basically, Killer is so afraid of other people, he's become dependant on Color and he's fully aware of it, but he can't help it

"I can’t stand you in my bed

You’re too gentle

I need you to hurt me back instead

I wish I could take you back to California

Where you’ve never heard of creatures like me

Little Bird won’t you fly away

Little Bird won’t you fly away"

Same thing as the first time this is sung... Unless

"When the bell rings

My mouth waters

I’m a habit

That won’t alter

I’m an instinct

Don’t you fear me?

Hunting songbirds in my sleep"

Kinda off topic, I love the first line being 'when the bell rings, my mouth waters', it's a reference to classical conditioning aka Pavlov's dog. The theory stating that if you pair something you typically don't have a reaction to (bells) with something you have a reaction to (food) enough times, you'll be reacting to the first thing (the bell) with the reacting you'd usually only react with to the second thing (mouth watering at food)

So anyway, Killer reacting to Color scolding him for something with violence or submission because he's used to getting hurt when he's scolded

Bonus, he feels like he can't control his other stages, so he describes them as more animalistic

"Sorry that I don’t treat you like I should

I only lick my wounds

Teeth bared, and snap

“You’re all that’s good”

If I chase you away

I’m back to chasing tail

Running circles after what was real

And maybe one day I’ll catch it, and I’ll cry

Wishing that little songbird was still mine"

Killer when he realizes he chased Color away thinking that's the consequences of his actions (i also have a lot of thoughts related to Color himself)

-

And that's both songs! I still have more for Afterdeath. Let me know if you want any more analysis in general

[pathetichimbos]

i literally live for ur posts bro. what hcs do you have about werewolf!thomas? how would that affect his character and upbringing? what about any romantic relationships? i am very interested in this Idea

oh geez man. i had to pause yugioh to talk about this. bear with me on this one lads, i'm fighting off a fever

(add in: I wrote this like a fucking month ago but mobile refused to let me edit the post so I had to come on web and that took like eighteen spoons for some god awful reason so. Here go)

So, the great thing about Werewolf!Thomas is that there are so many ways to interpret it.

It all depends on how you view werewolves: Do they only shift on a full moon? Do they have any control over it? Do they have any control during the change? Can they do it on command? Is it driven by emotions? Do they have any werewolf features outside of their wolf form? Do they experience heats/ruts? Do they mate with A/B/O rules? Do they have their own? It's just so much!

Which is great! I love AU's that leave so much open space, and I feel like the slasher community severely lacks any serious AU's.

So, here's what I'll do. For this post, I'll set up a particular form of WW!Thomas. I'll set answers for the questions above (and maybe a few more) and give a brief description on him. Then I'll talk about my HCs, how it'd affect his character, upbringing, etc, etc.

I"ll also add in another loop and tell y'all to send in asks about other forms of WW!Thomas! Change it up, mix 'em around, and ask me about him! It's an AU, damnit, let's have some fun with it!

So, just as a fair warning, this particular version is going to lean less towards the traditional werewolf and more towards my own, because... Well I don't really have a reason, I just want to. Leave me and my feverish brain alone.

Now to begin by answering some basics about WW!Thomas and how his particular case of lycanthropy functions.

In my particular AU, Thomas has a few werewolf features outside of his wolf form. His teeth are noticeably sharper than normal, and his nails are dark and naturally sharp. His ears, while in normal human placement, are pointed, and twitch in response to various things. He has a big, fluffy brown tail, and he's just a bit hairier all around.

During a partial shift these aspects just sort of increase; e.g. His teeth are threateningly sharper, his nails are bigger and harder, his ears become a little fluffy and more canine in appearance, and his tail become bigger and sort of gains a mind of its own.

During a full shift, his fur is dark brown, wild and curly, and oh, so fluffy. If it wasn't for all the large, sharp teeth and pointy claws he'd be nothing more than a giant, fluffy, St. Bernard. He still has his facial scars and is also missing his nose in his wolf form, so his sense of smell, unlike most werewolves, is significantly weaker. For the actual build, he's just like a typical werewolf form. Unless he's on all fours, then he could have a chance of passing as a strange breed of... something. Something big.

There is an urge to shift on a full moon, and no matter what he'll experience a partial shift, but he can resist shifting completely on a full moon, he's just more irritable and snappy when he does. It's easier just to let it happen and get through the night. He can also shift in other ways as well.

For one, he shifts with extreme emotions. Anytime he feels threatened, scared, or angry, he's much more likely to experience a full shift, but he can experience partial shifts from being excited or happy or really just any 'big' emotion. He spent a lot of time working on controlling his shifting, so honestly it takes a lot to really corner him into an unwilling full shift.

Despite this, however, he can't just shift on command. He's a pretty anxious guy, so most of the time if he tries to shift with no real rhyme or reason he ends up psyching himself out of it all together.

The state of his consciousness during a full shift really depends on what made him shift in the first place.

If it's a voluntary, full moon shift, he's present and aware, if a little clouded by the transformation, and most of the time during regular full moon shifts, he's rather docile and peaceful. He's a bit more excitable, but there's no danger with being around him during this time.

If the shift is involuntary however, i.e. brought on by being cornered with big, negative emotions, it's a different story.

If he shifts out of fear, or feeling threatened in some way, he's much less present during this time, sort of stuck in a panic state, but as long as you're not what set him off, it's pretty easy to coax him back. Careful words and soft affection will help him calm down and shift back.

If he shifts out of anger, or protectiveness, i.e. someone threatens someone in his family, it's much, much worse.

Thomas is a very calm, albeit anxious man. He has his fair share of anger issues, but it mostly stems from other people's mistreatment of he and his family, in other words, it's more of a righteous, justifiable anger. It's just as easy to stay on his good side as it is to get on his bad side, but it takes a lot of the bad to really make him snap.

All that to say that it takes a lot to force this man to shift out of anger. I mean you have to go to the low of the low. I'm talking hurt/kill someone he cares about in front of him levels. It's not an easy feat.

And if you do manage to pull it off... Well, let's just say I hope God has more mercy on your soul than Thomas does.

He's completely blacked out during this, there's not a single ounce of him present at this time, nor is there any possible way to pull him out of it. The best thing you can do is just let it happen, and if possible, lock him in the basement until it's over. It may sound harsh, but no one is safe when he's actually snapped.

Now that we've covered the basics, we can move onto some general headcanons for him.

♡ For one, he sheds. A lot. He's an overgrown dog living in Texas, there's really no way to avoid it. He's great to have around during the winter months, but when spring starts to shift to summer he's gonna lose that winter coat- everywhere.

♡ He hates being treated like a dog, he's still a person and he won't take kindly to being treated like a mutt. Especially after the Hewitts begin their rampage- he was put down his entire life, he won't take it anymore. i.e. he HATES the word mutt

♡ During any sort of voluntary or positive shift, he's really just a big teddy bear. Due to the fact that he has to work during the day, and shift during the risen full moons at night, he's pretty exhausted and just wants to sleep.

♡ While his mask does also double as a muzzle, he hates wearing one. It's a requirement for his job, and since he prefers wearing a mask while he's in his human form, wearing it isn't an issue at all, but the insinuation behind a muzzle insults him.

♡ He wore a collar when he was a child because he had a lot less control and people would often have to bring him back home to the Hewitts after he'd run off to play during a shift.

♡ He tends to spend most of his full moon shifts alone in the basement, which the Hewitts sort of made his 'wolf' room after adopting him, so he has a place to go when he shifts, or in the extremely unlikely event he snaps, they can lock him in so he's safe from himself and others. He still has his regular bedroom upstairs he uses most of the time.

♡ A full shifts tends to rip and shred his clothes (a very expensive and/or time consuming repair) so when he knows it's going to happen he just strips down to a too big pair of boxers, which, seeing a werewolf in barely fitting boxers is an absolute sight. So there's that. It's not an issue since he's normally alone in the basement, any sort of surprise or involuntary shift just absolutely obliterates his clothing.

I can't really think of anymore headcanons at the moment, so I'll just go ahead and dive into the backstory and how this would affect his upbringing.

So, for one, we need to establish more ground rules before we begin. Is Thomas the only creature lurking the night or is this a normal in the universe? If it's a one off, was he born this way, or did it happen in some freak accident later in life?

Well, if he was the only one born with it then the Hewitts would have kept him safely locked away in the house his entire life, save he be burned at the stake. So he'd be much more isolated and feral than he already is and he'd probably really only be 'freed' once the Hewitts begin killing people and the town is abandoned.

If it was some freak accident he'd be much more feral and, if this is before the town all fled, he'd be locked away or burned at the stake. Notice the reoccurring theme?

So, we'll go ahead and place him in a creature universe and say he was born with it, just to give him fair fighting ground.

So, in this universe of creatures, werewolves aren't the only monsters, but they are very powerful ones. Which, unlike some people might think, would bode against Thomas rather than turn in his favor.

Due to his skin condition and feeble health from a young age, most people just assume the Hewitts took mercy in their adoption because Thomas' biological parents abandoned him in shame, even though this AU will follow the original storyline of the movie.

See, it's particularly interesting to apply this filter over the idea of the original movie, because in the original movie, Thomas is shamed and shunned because people believe him to be a monster, but in this AU, monsters are normal. Now you've got the lesser monsters viewing him as dangerous, and the other bigger monsters viewing him as something lesser.

But it's still the same principle, so honestly I don't think there'd be too many differences in his character and personality.

There's a few changes, sure, but it's things like, he hates being treated like a dog, or being called a mutt, and instead of just calling him names and treating him like a freak, they force him to wear a muzzle because 'you never know when he might snap'. Nothing that fundamentally changes his character or behaviors.

As for romantic relationships, I think it's pretty much the same sort of deal. Nothings really changed so much as there's just a few new things to consider.

Before I list a few things about this, here's a preface.

Thomas, no matter what, sort of has that 'forever mate' mentality. He doesn't believe in the sort of 'modern' dating of today. There's no brief talking period and jumping straight into a relationship until it gets serious and then dipping. It's a long, long time of a platonic relationship, and once you start 'dating'- that's it. He's in it for life. You're his one forever. So, it's not really fair to be like "oh he's a wolf he mates for life" because he already does. So I won't be really defining if there's any way to 'permanently' claim a partner in this- that's up to y'all! Decide whatever your little heart desires. I just believe his character already has the mentality for it so there's no reason to add something like that in.

Ok, onto the headcanons!

♡ He normally prefers shifting alone but he begins enjoying having you around for it, and gets a little disappointed when you can't/don't.

♡ Even in a relationship he doesn't like being treated like a dog/called a mutt, even in a joking tone. It's a big No-No.

♡ He's very clingy and possessive and prefers sleeping dog pile style (i.e. one of you on top of the other)

♡ I already believe that Thomas loves having his hair played with, but I think wolf!Thomas has a particular appreciation for when you start stretching his scalp

♡ Thomas (while he has a weaker sense of smell for a wolf) has a great sense of smell for a human, and if you come home smelling like someone else (especially another wolf) he tends to get irritable (though he tries to hide his frustration) whether it was intentional or not

♡ He growls a lot. I don't need to tell you when

♡ Ok, this last thing may sound crazy, but my parents have a dog, and after I got my cat, he realized humans think it's cute when cats purr, and so he started... grunting. Like he was trying to purr. Thomas does that too, like a deep rumble in his chest when he's really content

Anyway, that's all I have for now. Maybe I'll add more if I think of anything.

Thanks for sending in the ask! <3

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Avatar: The Last Airbender Live Action Thoughts!

-First of all, ya'll need to leave those child actors alone, they are babies and they didn't write the show, nor was it their idea to do it. I have seen way too many people body shaming children; leave them alone they all did well!

-I think Gordon makes Aang just as cute and small and powerful as I always saw him as!! He manages to joke around and be fun even when the storyline is a lot darker and more serious.

-I really wish Sokka was able to be more of his goofy and silly self. I understand why he isn't, and his humor is more sarcasm and dark jokes, but I saw glimpses of him in there! His excitement when he was with the Mechanist, engineering and getting to do something other than be in charge. Also when he has any older brother convo with Katara or Aang. I'm hopeful with time he'll be able to loosen up!

-(Speaking of the Mechanist, my boy Danny Pudi was SO GOOD, I love him, him and his little son).

-I wish Aang would practice waterbending with Katara :( those scenes of them practicing together were always some of my favorites in the series. Just beautiful kataang moments. I'm glad they addressed it but I missed those moments.

-I don't understand how you guys can't be having fun watching this, I get so excited waiting for little moments of lore, or when Jet and Katara were fighting in the forest I was sitting in front of the TV like "WHERE'S SMELLERBEE AND LONGSHOT. OH MY GOD NO IT'S PIPSQUEAK!" It's just so much fun! The colors are beautiful, the effects are gorgeous, and the plot and characters are entertaining. Think about the piece as it's own thing and enjoy it!

-Adaptations are just that; adaptations, and things will be changed! I think so far I haven't minded their changes, I understand why they've been made. There are things to criticize, but I think this is pretty well done.

-Zuko is fantastic; I think all the child actors are fairly good but Dallas' pissy attitude and the faces he makes are so so fun! I feel for Zuko and I'm scared of him when he shows up, and he's just as annoying and bratty as ponytail Zuko should be. His physical motions are fantastic!

-TEO WAS SO LITTLE?? Oh my god, like as a kid I thought the cartoon version of him was kinda hot so when they wheeled that tiny baby in I was HORRIFIED.

-Idk why YOU ALL weren't scared of Lizzy Yu's Azula, but her little smile in her intro scene gave me a lil chill. Maybe it's because I was away when the show first came out so I saw post after post about how bad she was, but I just.... Thought she'd be worse?? She did really well! Ya'll better be careful though or Gaten Matarazzo will come for you, that's his girl.

-So far the mushing of plots has made sense to me. Yes, I miss the silly filler episodes and the traveling the Gaang did, but it allows us to sit in a scene longer, and to colorize the world better, when we're in one place and one plot for longer. I think that's important for this type of medium and this amount of episodes. They might be able to justify more next season if this show does well enough.

-I am OBSESSED with Zuko and the 41st division oh my god, what a fantastic and well thought out addition. The reveal, and they're bowing for him when he comes back was DEVASTATING.

-They we're GIVING us Sokka and Katara best sibling moments, I loved all of them. They are so cute, they just mean so much to me.

-I don't feel Appa or Momo as characters like I did in the cartoon. I'm hoping this can change, because rn they surprise me every time they get on screen. I'm like "WHAT- oh it's Momo, he's here." How are we going to feel Appa's loss as much as we did in the cartoon if they continue to like barely be in it.

-Ken Leung SLAYED as Admiral Zhao, I watched him go literally insane as the episodes went on.

-Aang's imposter syndrome and feeling of failure being focused on I will always enjoy, even if I hope he can be silly next season too. His entire character arc this season just made me want to cry.

-Bro the coloring during the the Siege of the North was A M A Z I N G. The way the color faded in and out with fireballs and the monster koi passing nearby, just so pretty. It looked awesome.

-Making Yue a waterbender? The best. Her freezing Sokka in place so he can't stop her? Heartbreaking.

-Iroh and Zuko paddling off looking for bestie Lt. Jee?? Okay.

-They really grew this show up for us adults that watched it in 2005 and focused in on the really painful moments, themes, and details.

[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | part four

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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"I don't pray for revival, I'm already living in one."

Daemon's body was mere centimeters away from yours, he was looking at you with those puppy eyes - praying to the gods that you'd remember. Aemond almost sees red.

He calls out to you.

"Yes?" you raised your eyebrows, he takes a mammoth stride in your direction, creating an empty space between you and Daemon. "Everything alright?" you inquired, seeing that pout on his lips.

He shakes his head, reaching for the beer on the coffee table. "Yep," he popped his lips, glaring at his uncle's direction. He did love you to an extent, but he could never love you more than Alys.

"We were having an interesting conversation about zombies," Daemon referenced and you responded with a giggle. Aemond huffed, clearly uncomfortable. "I thought you were scared of zombies?" he tried to play it off with a chuckle.

You leaned closer to his touch.

The image of a man covered in blood never boded well with your sensitive stomach. "I still am - but Daemon has a strange way of making them funny." you responded, and he pretended to look away. "Does that mean that you'll watch 'the Sadness' with me?" he narrowed his eyes and you quickly shook your head.

"Now you're just trying to scare me on purpose," you smiled and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, aware that Daemon was a spectator. Aemond thought for a moment that he had finally won. He's taken you with avarice before, and he's not afraid to do it twice.

You shake the ice on your empty cup.

"I'll grab more drinks, do you want any?" you offer the men and Daemon nods his head. "I'll take a pornstar martini, you know how I like it." he winked, referencing another joke that you had prior to Aemond joining the conversation. "You're getting me into trouble," you jested and he laughed.

"Make it fast," he teased.

"Don't make this complicated, kepus. You might regret it." he warns.

Something in Daemon's subconscious shifts. How long has it been since they last fought? A thousand years. One would almost forget the rabidness that a desperate man possessed.

"The greatest swordsman killed by his own nephew." Aemond mocked, taking a swig of his beer. "I wasn't wearing a sword, and it wasn't much of a fight if your bitch wasn't playing fair." Daemon gritted his teeth.

Aemond smirks, taking the upper hand.

"Calm down," Aemond antagonized.

"What do you want from her?" Daemon quickly interrogated. Everyone knew that you were his, since the moment you met in the Stepstones - you came back to Harrenhal as a claimed woman. Even after his marriage to Lady Laena, he always came back to you. A bastard, loving him better than any trueborn woman. "She doesn't know who you are, she loves me." Aemond emphasized.

And it pained Daemon to see that he was right.

"She's bound to remember," Daemon retorted.

"You are right, but she'll still choose me." he smirked.

"Even when she remembers the whole truth?" Daemon challenged.

Aemond's eye softens, wholly unsure. He remembers what he's done to you - those dark nights in your sister's castle. Hands tied together, eyes flowing with tears and begging for death. No, he was sure that if you remembered - you'd leave him; you'd hate him forever, and he'll be alone once more. He decides to shift the conversation, for now. Until he finds a permanent solution for your memories.

"You were lucky to have been spared before the capture. You couldn't have saved her from me." Aemond mumbles, waiting until the gears click and Daemon realizes the full truth. "You didn't kill her?" Daemon's eyes narrowed and Aemond nods smugly. "What did you do?" Daemon inquires, scanning the room for allies.

"I gave your wife an heir, something you couldn't provide." he whispered and Daemon lifts his fist, striking the man on his face. Aemond falters from the shear force, but quickly regains his strength. Daemon lifts his fist again, but Laenor prevents him this time. "Daemon," his friend breathed - running across the room to stop this circus.

"You cannot change the past." Aemond lifted his chin. "You should've seen her, alas that memory is mine alone." he smirked, seeing Laenor hold Daemon with all of his might. The man was struggling to hold his friend back, as Daemon was a trained soldier - strong and big.

"You told us that murder was forbidden in this world, but this house has a garden of fifty-hectares. I could bury you and I know for a fact that the police wouldn't dare search." Daemon threatened, the atmosphere suddenly grew thick.

Laenor and Aemond knew that he wouldn't be making this threats if they weren't promises. "Hide me like you've hidden our family's dirt?" Aemond antagonized further. "If you're going to make him mad, I'm not going to hold him back." Laenor warned, the boy ignores him.

"Be careful with your words, Aemond. Your confession will lead you to a place with no return." Daemon warned, a part of his heart still feeling for his young nephew.

It wasn't always this way.

(December 25, 2003)

Daemon could hear his nephews cry in the other room. "Everything alright?" he asks his brother's wife, her hair was disheveled and the entire house was out of place.

"Viserys and Aemond had a fight, I don't think that boy will ever like his father again." she shook her head. A sigh escapes his mouth. "Is there anything I can do to help? I should've been here yesterday but there wasn't any flights until Yule morning." Daemon reasoned, handing his sister-in-law the gifts for the children.

"Merry Christmas, Daemon." Alicent greeted weakly. "Talk to Aemond for me, please. You know how much the boy adores you." she pleaded, the older man nodded. "Of course."

Aemond was sobbing loudly, covered by his pillows and sheets of duvet. "Byka zaldrīzes?" his uncle called out, taking a cautious step towards the bed. "Go away." Aemond mumbled.

"What happened?" Daemon ignored, settling down on the mattress. "Da' got mad at him for opening the gifts too early." Aegon responded, taking a sip of his eggnog - he's probably too young to be drinking that. "It's Christmas?" Daemon frowned.

He lifts the pillows off Aemond's body - exposing his sweaty body. "I got all of you gifts, they're with Mum." he pokes his nephew. "Maybe we can go out later, enjoy the funfair." Daemon offered.

"I want to stay at home." Aemond huffed.

"We can stay at home," Daemon wiped the boy's sweat with his handkerchief. He reminds him so much of himself.

next chapter>>

[ericaand]

can i request an angsty hurt/comfort eddie munson x reader? i would love to see reader meeting kas!eddie for the first time and realizing how much her boyfriend has changed and maybe even saves him? idk haha!

or!! this is very specific, but could you do a cheerleader!reader x eddie munson, where they are in an established relationship when s4 happens. and they used to be enemies before they became lovers? so maybe reader or eddie gets hurt and hits their head (blunt force, bleeding, swelling, idk) during the piggyback plan (as opposed to getting eaten by bats) and so when one of them wakes up in the hospital, they have lost their memories of the last few years? and so whoever didn’t get injured has to be put through the hurt/comfort of realizing that their partner doesn’t remember dating them, but does remember when they were ‘enemies’? and ofc a happy ending, maybe where they try to get the one who was injured to get to know them again in hopes of it jogging their memories. (bonus points if one of them is insulting the other, like if cheerleader!reader lost her memories she would probably call eddie a freak and if eddie lost his memories he would probably call her a half wit conformist or something)

just some ideas!!

Oooooh, I'm getting 'The Vow' vibes from this.

Yes, absolutely.

Thanks for the request Anon. I hope it reaches you so you can enjoy it I had a blast writing it. Hope you like ittt!

"Eddie, dear, you've got to go. Visiting hours are over."

"Can I just stay, just a few more minutes? What if she wakes up? She'll be scared if she's alone." He sighs.

"No dear, I'm sorry." The nurse opens the large door and waves him through.

Eddie wanders out to the hall and to his van, where he sleeps at night while you're in the hospital.

You blink your eyes open, foggy and faded. The only light that fills the room is from the machines that you're connected to. Annoying, repetitive beeps are amidst the silence. It doesn't take long for you to recognize you're in the hospital.

"Hello? Hellooo?" You search for a nurse button; once found you push it. You see a swipe of a figure passing your window of the hall as the door swings open.

"Oh my! Hello, dear! How are you?" The nurse asks.

"I'm...kind of thirsty." You respond horsely.

"Oh of course you are! Allow me to grab you some water and I'll find the doctor, he'll be in quickly."

You're sipping your water as the doctor enters. He asks if you know who you are, where you are, and how you got here. You respond with knowing who you are, and where you are, but not how you got here. He nods and checks you over, assuring you that you are doing well.

"Honey?" The nurse knocks and enters slowly. "I have someone here to see you. He hasn't left your side. I practically have to drag him out of here every day after visiting hours are over." She giggles.

She opens the door wider and you nod. None other than Eddie "the freak" Munson walks in! You shake your head, furrowing your brows, and wrinkling your nose.

"What are you doing here, freak?" You scoff, arms folded over your chest.

Eddie breathes deeply, then begins to laugh as he walks to you and bends down to hug you.

"Ew, what're you doing?"

"Baby, why are you being mean?" He asks.

"Cause you're a freak, and you tried to touch me! Why are you even here?"

"Are you okay?" Eddie looks concerned, then dashes out the door. "Nurse! Hello? Somebody! There's something wrong with my girlfriend!"

Girlfriend. GIRLFRIEND. Girlfriend. No, no, no. There is no way this freak thinks you're his girlfriend.

The three of them rush in, Eddie standing at the foot of your bed; hand across his chest, biting his nails on the other. A nurse on one side, and the doctor on the other.

You point to Eddie, "This freak thinks I'm his girlfriend! I am not. He needs to leave, like right now."

You can see Eddie's eyes welling as he shakes his head. The nurse quietly speaks something to him and whisks him away.

"Gross." You say under your breath.

Your parents came and picked you up the next day. As you neared your house, you noticed Eddie's van in your driveway. "Mom, what's the freak doing here? Is he stalking me or something?"

Your mom furrowed her brows, then widened her eyes. "Oh I don't know honey, I'll tell him to go home."

On your first day back at school, people took two approaches to you. First, some acted like you were a fragile china doll and ignored you completely. Second, they hovered around you, like you were a damn queen; fun at first, now annoying.

You unlatched the locker and opened it, breathing in an oddly familiar smell. As you moved books and binders out of the way you come to find a bandana. It smells of sweat and cheap shampoo. It instantly gives you butterflies as you felt a smile beginning to form on your face. You shook your head and began to pull everything from your locker in search of more evidence. Nothing.

Back at home, you begin to go through your things - drawers, diaries, notebooks, photo albums, everything you could possibly think of to find clues about the mystery man.

So far you'd found a guitar pick, the bandana, and a ring made of paperclips with what looked like a heart-shaped rock, kinda. You gathered them into your hands and laid them on the kitchen counter by your mom.

"Who's are these?" You asked firmly.

Your mother tapped the wooden spoon on the edge of the pan and set it down. She turned to you, put her hands on her hips, and sighed.

You looked at her with wide eyes, "So?"

"I just thought we'd gotten a second chance with you! I took the opportunity while I could! You've got to understand, we don't want you to ruin your life. You have so much potential." She raised her voice even louder, "And that freak was about to take it all away! He was going to take you away from us, from here, from your dreams of college and a career!"

You clenched your jaw and inhaled deeply, shaking your head. You ran back to your room, put on your sneakers, and stormed through the front door. You could hear your mother yelling as you ran down the road, tears welling in your eyes.

As you reached the road that enters the trailer park, you slowed down and walked as you caught your breath. You stared at the ground, mumbling as you walked. Why didn't anyone say a damn thing? Were they really all that afraid of him? Or maybe just shitty friends.

You reached the bottom of the stairs to Eddie's trailer and it felt familiar. It felt like coming home. You heard the metal of the door unlatch, and the creak of the door opening slowly. You looked up.

"Y/n?"

Your lower lip began to quiver as you allowed your tears to stream down your face. Eddie ran down the stairs, chains clanking and dangling.

He wrapped you up in his arms and placed a hand on your head as you brought it to his shoulder. You two stood, rocking side to side as he whispered, "It's okay. It's all okay. I'm here. We're okay." And you could hear his voice cracking.

You grabbed his waist and pushed him away enough to look him in the eyes.

"Eddie, I'm so sorry. I don't feel like myself again, but it's slowly coming back. Little things, here and there. I found your bandana in my locker, and it smelled like you. So I searched and searched, and found your pick and a paper clip ring." You began to cry harder.

He grabbed either side of your face and used his thumbs to wipe away your tears; the roughness scratching your skin.

"None of it made sense! None of it felt right. And no. one. fucking. told me! Screw them all!" You yelled.

"But as soon as I got to this bottom step, I just knew." You said with a shrug.

Eddie placed a hard and long kiss on your forehead.

You placed your hand on his stomach and pushed him away, looking at him with disgust. "Ew, freak!"

Then you smiled devilishly, grabbing him by his leather jacket and pulling him in as you dove onto his lips. You could feel the curve of his lips into a smile, as he mumbled into your kiss. "I love you."

[dia-souls]

🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing : Subaru 🗡️ and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Romance, Cute, Fluffy, good ending

TW: Nightmare, servant abusing, childhood Nightmare

Admin's Note: I wanted to write a moment where Subaru not only shows how much he improved mentally because of Yui help also physically help him relieve some of his trauma.

🥀 A Night Just for Us 🥀

Sounds of feet pounding against leaves on the ground.

*Crunch! Crunch!*

Butler: Quickly! We must return him to the manor before Lord Karlheinz returns!

Maid: Young master Subaru, please come back here! You'll get in trouble if you don't return to the castle! ...not to mention his mother will probably go mad once she realizes he's missing... .

Young Subaru makes a sharp left turn, sliding under a sort of bramble bushes. Wincing in pain, a few needles gab into his skin.

Subaru: Leave me alone! I refuse to go back to that hellhole! My father is dammed for all I care!

Subaru picks up speed, he levitates off the group and flys into a forest of tall trees.

Maid: Damnit, we lost him! No, what do we do?! If we don't find him before Master returns, ....he'll have our heads on a pole!

Butler: Calm yourselves! There is no need for us to panic, remember he ran into the forest without thinking. He doesn't know how to navigate it unlike the two of us. It's only a matter of time before he either gets too scared or famished. All we have to do is wait for him to come to us.

Maid: Are you sure that he will come to fruition? Master Subaru is as hotheaded as he is stubborn. With a temper like his, there is no telling how long he can stay in there.

Butler: I'm positive, after all, he's a spoiled pampered brat who hasn't stepped out of the manor in years. Can't even tell the difference between day and night let alone make it too far on his own. He's naive, gullible, defiant, and incapable of keeping himself safe. It's only a matter of patience. Come, while he's looking for a way out, we'll gather the familiars to aid us in our search.

Maid: If you're sure, hopefully, that brat doesn't get us in any trouble. I'd hate to deal with the demented bitch of mother he has. Lady Christa, we'll surely bring hell upon us all if her son isn't found.

The servants leave, heading back to the castle.

*Time skip*

Subaru floats in the air as his eyes survey the surrounding area.

Subaru: Ha...it looks like I finally got rid of those guys. Good riddance, I hope that bastard gives them hell once they return. Serves them right for trying to bring me back to that place.... .

Subaru looks down, his eyes clouded with sleep and resentment as he clutches his hands into tight fists.

Subaru: ..I'll never go back...I'd rather die than put up with that place again...

Subaru floats down to the ground, landing on a pile of brown leaves. A loud breeze rushes past the young boy making him shiver. Immediately he rubbed his arms to create some friction to warm him up.

Subaru: Ahcoo! Ugh, I should've brought a jacket before I left, well it's too late to go back now. Those guys are already back at the castle gathering reinforcements. I'll be dammed if they find me, better keep moving.

Subaru continues on his way, more cold air pushing past him violently almost making him fall. His nose begins to leak like a Fossette as specks of ice try to form on his arms

Subaru: *sniff* Why is it so cold?! Tch, now even the elements are trying to piss me off. Screw them, I ain't stopping for anyone or anything. The farther am away from those lousy servants, judgmental aristocrats, assholes of a father and.....

Subaru looked down sorrowfully, his chest tightening as he stared at the wet dirty sticking against his boots.

Subaru: Mother... She'll probably lose her mind once she notices I'm not home.... who can blame her though, no one should be burdened with the sight of my hideous face. Not even her... I wonder where I'll go from here. I don't have any money, there is no one around who won't report me back to my father once they catch me. Maybe I can stay here in the forest. If I go far enough then no one will be able to find me. I'll be all alone without communication for miles. Just how I want it to be... .

Subaru continues his walk deeper into the heart of the forest.

*Time Skip*

Subaru eyes droop slightly, blinking rapidly to keep himself from falling over

Subaru: *Yawn* How long have I been walking for... It feels like it's been hours. I think I've gotten far enough from the castle, I should find a place to sleep... .

Subaru finds a spot under a tree to rest. Sitting on the ground, bundling himself up for warmth as he slowly begins to shut his eyes.

*Squeak , Squeak *

Subaru's eyes immediately shoot open as the sounds of squeaks in the distance pull him out of his tired state. Making him stand to run.

Subaru: I spoke too soon! I need to get out of here!

Subaru hightails it into the forest, turning left to right, up and down, over and under, in and out trying to get the familiars off his trail. Sweat drips from his brow as his heavy breathing leaves his lunges in cold clear puffs.

Subaru: Ha...G-Gotta keep ha...ha...moving! Can't s-stop...now!

Subaru pushes forward despite his trouble breathing, at that moment forgets he doesn't need air to breathe but is unable to think clearly as his mind tells him to just keep running.

*Crunch! Crunch!*

Butler: Over there! The familiars have found his scent by the forest river. We need to hurry before he escapes us!

Maid: Let's split up so we can cut him off! I'll head East and you take West!

The two servants nod as they take off in different directions with a familiar alongside them.

*Swish Swish*

Subaru's ears perk up once he hears the sound of water in the distance. His feet pounding against the dirt, noticing how he could barely hear the familiars anymore.

Subaru: Looks like I lost those rodents. If I can just make it to the river, I can make them lose my scent! I need to hurry before they catch up!

Subaru could hear the water more clearer making him run even faster. However as he ran, his mudded boot got caught on an uprooted branch. Tripping him harshly to the ground as he face-planted into the wet ground.

*Bam*

Subaru: Ahh! ... Ow.. shit what the... I fell over... I need to keep moving before... Ack!

Subaru winced in pain as a sharp object jabbed into his back.

Maid: Not so fast Young Master, we can't let you reach farther beyond this point.

Butler: Your behavior has been absolutely horrendous and completely unacceptable for a future prince. Your father will be hearing about this, you'll be brought back to the castle this instant. Grab his arms to make sure he doesn't try to get away.

The servant's hands start reaching down to Subaru as he struggles to break away. Their shadows clouded his vision.

Subaru: No I refuse to go back! I don't want to return back to that hell! Don't touch me! I won't go back! I won't go back! LET ME GO!!!!"

*Dream End*

Subaru: "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Subaru wakes up in a panic, his breathing heavy as his vocal cords strain from his hysteric screech. His eyes darted around the room like a bat out of hell, gathering his surroundings before realizing it was just a nightmare.

Subaru: Fuck...bnot again... no no no... why does this keep happening to me...

Subaru puts his hand over his face, his breathing still harsh but now mixed with the sounds of soft sobbing as tears trickle down his face onto his pajama pants.

*Scribbles*

In Yui's room during the first few hours before sunrise.

Yui: *Stretches* Mm! Ok, I think that's enough studying for tonight. I should start preparing to head to bed.

Yui raises herself off her chair, stretching her arms high above her head, working out the kinks in her wrist and shoulders.

*Pop*

Yui: Ahh~ That felt good, perhaps I should get something to drink before going to bed. It's been a while since everyone turned in for the night so I shouldn't be bothered.

With a smile on her face, Yui closes her workbook before placing it in her school satchel. Grabbing a pair of winter pajamas, she made her way to the bathroom to prepare for slumber.

*Time Skip*

Yui appears from the steamy bathroom with a damped towel around her neck. Her wet locks loosely stick to her face as she attempts to dry her curls.

Yui: *Yawn* Mm...I'm so sleepy, I can't believe I dosed off in the tube, hopefully, these wrinkles will go away before tomorrow night. Anyway, I should head to the kitchen pronto before someone decides they want a midnight snack...

Yui shivered to recall previous nights when she was at the receiving end of someone's meal because she decided to step out of her room without checking if the coast was clear. Not like it mattered too much since the boys liked to infiltrate her room whenever they pleased.

*Kitchen*

Yui turned into the corridor that led into the kitchen, halting her movements when she hear the tap running.

Yui: Ha...guess I spoke too soon. I wonder who could be up at this time? It's probably just Shu-san getting something to drink so he can return back to his rest. Or maybe it's Reiji, he does have a habit of staying up late to work on his experiments. He really should get some more rest.

Cautiously, Yui tipped to the Kitchen door, opening it ever so slightly to avoid alarming the person inside.

*Creeeaak*

Yui's face scrunched up, cringing at the sound the door made once she opened it. Planting her back against the wall, listening out for any movement.

Yui: (Shoot! Why did it have to be so loud, please don't come out here!)

*Woosh*

Yui breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the tap water still-

Subaru: Your not slick dumbass, I could sense your presence even before you came downstairs. Stop lurking like Weirdo and get in here already.

Yui jumped a little once she heard Subaru sleep sleep-ridden voice call out to her. Out of all people, why was he up so late she wondered as she entered the kitchen

Yui: "Subaru? What are you up at this-"

Yui ceased her speech for a second as she took in Subaru's appearance. He looked disheveled; his white locks were damped with what seemed to be sweat that had leaked down to his neck and back. Deep-seated under his bloodshot eyes were dark eye bags that resembled that of his other brother. The expression he wore was that of someone desperate for sleep but couldn't or refused to close their eyes. Immediately, Yui rushed to the youngest vamp, cupping his pale cheeks in her small hands

Yui: Subaru what happened?! You look like you just ran a marathon! Are you alright? Here sit down and I'll get you something to drink!

Subaru slapped Yui's hand away with force, a purple bruise beginning to form on the skin. Yui looked up at Subaru shocked and a little frightened from his sudden actions. He turned his face away, refusing to look at her, but Yui could clearly see the crazed look in his eyes as he gripped his hand

Subaru: Don't...Don't touch me...I'm fine alright. Grab your water and head back upstairs, before Reiji wakes up and yells at the both of us... .

Yui face soured into a hurt expression. Her mind ran with pessimistic thoughts of what could be going on with Subaru. Her instincts act without thought as Yui gets closer to Subaru.

Yui: Subaru...are you alright? Y-You seem frantic and distraught. I know you said not to touch you and head off to bed but...I can't leave you in the state you're in.

Subaru: And just what the hell do you know about the state I'm in huh?!

Yui: W-What? Well I just assumed that-

Subaru: Ha, there you go assuming everything you know because you think you know every little thing going on in my fucking head don't you?!

Yui: Wait, no that's not what I meant! What I was trying to say is that you look a little sickle and I wanted to know if everything was ok.

Subaru: Didn't I just tell you I was fine?! I'm ok so there's nothing to get your panties in a twist about. Just had a rough night's sleep that's all! Now stop pestering me and go back to sleep! Or do I have to personally tuck you in by shoving your comforter up your neck?!"

Yui stepped back as Subaru shouted at her. Her heart wrenched a little at the harshness of his words. Still, she could see that something was very much wrong with him. Despite his threats, she stood her ground

Yui: Maybe you're right Subaru... .

Subaru: Hmph, finally you realized that.

Yui: I'm not finished. Maybe you are right about me assuming everything about you. Sometimes I think I know you better than you actually do because of all the time we spent together. I consistently wonder what goes on in that mind of yours. Some days I can figure you out to a T, others, it's like I don't know who you are. It's frustrating not understanding how a person feels because then I don't know if I'm able to help or if they even want my help in the first place... .

Subaru stayed silent.

Yui: However, when it comes to you, I want to know everything. I want to know every thought running through your head no matter how important or minor they are. I want to know your emotions to understand you better as a person. For you to believe in me to tell me how you feel even when you think it doesn't matter. To share your pain and burdens with me so you no longer have to bear all that weight on your own. I can tell that right now something happened to make you this frenzy. I won't force you to talk to me if you don't want to. Just, please, reassure me that you're ok.

Subaru looked down as Yui spoke, only looking up when she backed away to give him some space. He still remains silent. Yui gave him a sad smile

Yui: You must be tired so I won't keep you from rest. I should probably head off to bed as well. I hope you have a nice sleep Subaru. Sweet dreams.

Yui took a glass of water, chugging it down before turning around to head back upstairs

*Clasp*

Subaru: Wait, don't...don't leave. Look, I'm sorry for hitting you, I didn't mean to hurt you I was just... on edge about being touched... .

Yui turned back to him.

Yui: Do you mind if I ask why? I know you are not comfortable with too much physical affection but what made you so antsy tonight?

Subaru: ... I had a nightmare. I know it probably sounds childish, but honestly, the whole thing in itself was full of childish behavior.

Yui: What was the nightmare about?

Subaru: It was...back a long time ago. I was a young child, maybe around 10. I was running away from the Castle, probably fed up with the place, and wanted to get the hell out of there. Two servants were chasing me, trying to bring me back to that prison. I was able to evade them in the forest if only for a while, until familiars started to track me down which made me start running again. I kept running until I heard a stream of water in the distance. I thought maybe if I went there I would be able to finally escape. I was wrong, my dumbass tripped over a damn branch that sent me flying onto my stomach. I tried to get up those two were able to catch up and restrain me. The dream ended with them trying to bring me back and me, desperately wishing they would get their hands off of me... .

Yui listened attentively, her face trying its best to keep face but slowly, it morphed into a sad frown with small tears welling in the corner of her eyes. Once he finished, Yui stepped closer, raising her arms insinuating if she could hug him.

Subaru: Go ahead.

Without thought, Yui pulled Subaru into a tight embrace, pulling his body close to hers as her hands cascaded up and down the small of his back

Yui: I'm so sorry you had to go through something that horrific. I can't imagine what it was like for a young child to be on the run, fearing for their life wanted that small sliver of freedom. It must've been so hard on you...What did they do once they caught you?

Subaru let himself sink into Yui's embrace, breathing in the cherry blossom scent in her hair, letting him calm down just a little as he nuzzled his face in her blonde tresses

Subaru: I don't remember much, what I do is my mother being absolutely hysterical about my disappearance. She gave me a good slap in the face after shouting at me. I don't even think I felt pain when she did it. I was used to her outbursts so it shouldn't have been anything, but... when I was sent to my room... I remember slumping on the floor and just crying like a baby.

Subaru closed his eyes, his ears filled with sorrowful cries of the girl in his arms. He knew the moment he told her she would ball out of sadness for him. Despite of depressing it was, it made him feel less alone. It felt good to have someone who couldn't share in his pain but also make him feel less of it.

Subaru: Hey...look I'm ok. Back then all I wanted to do was escape the hell I was unfortunately birthed in. I was surrounded by people who either hated my guts or just wanted to use me for their gain. Fucking bastards, sucking up to my father all the time that they forget about their dignity. I'd always thought that during that time, I'd have no one who'd stand up or look out for me. I never choose loneliness. It chose me, and I thought it would stick with me for the longest time. Then you showed up, listen to my problems, and annoyed the crap out of me while also making me feel like the most important person in the world. Even now when I'm being a brat not wanting to share how I feel, you still stick with me. I can't thank you enough for that Yui.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she looked at Subaru. He chuckled wiping them as he pressed his forehead against her

Yui: *sniff* I-I'm so sorry for crying b-but, I'm so proud of you. I remember back when we first met, how you would keep all your emotions inside and refuse to let yourself feel anything but anger. But now, you've grown so much! The transformation is amazing to witness, I couldn't be any more prouder of you. I'm glad I could help you appreciate yourself more. I'll always be there whenever you need me Subaru. You know how much I love you right?"

Subaru grinned softly at Yui, pressing a peck on the top of her cupid's bow.

Subaru: You practically tell me every day. Not that I mind of course. I wouldn't be able to make it this far without you constantly being by my side. I'm not religious and still think the concept of God is stupid, but I pray that we are always together. After all, a King needs his Queen, doesn't he?

Yui nodded her head vigorously, tightly embracing Subaru again, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Yui: Of course he does, just as much as she needs her King.

The two of them spent a couple of minutes, enjoying the silence of the early morning night in each other embraces.

Subaru: Come on, it's about to be morning and I'd rather not burn to a crisp in the sunlight. Let's head off to bed.

Yui: *Yawn* Yeah not to mention we have school too. Would you like to sleep with me tonight?

Subaru smirked, grabbing Yui from under her legs, carrying her to her bedroom

Subaru: As if you had to ask.

*Yui Room*

Subaru placed Yui in her bed, soon following along, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. As Yui silently breathed in his chest, Subaru whispered in her ear.

Subaru: Goodnight my beautiful Queen, see you in our dreams.

*Smooch*

[alittlefanatic]

Hello! I had a pretty crappy day today…

I was wondering if I could get head canons for a wally x reader

where the reader gets scared of themselves when they’re mad so they start crying.. if thats okay?

I hope you had a great day! dont forget to drink water!!

My body is begging for water thank you for that, but yes sweetie I got you!! I don't like it when I get angry myself either, it's a distressing emotion for me, so I hope this brings you comfort!

Wally Darling x Reader who gets scared at themselves when Angry

🍎 Wally is very sympathetic and understanding toward the reader. Wally also gets very scared of themselves when angry, and he understands how distressing it is! Although in his case, Home is causing more of his emotional outburst, as Home controls him slightly. Wally first realized his own fear when he became very angry at Julie for spilling some paint, and lashed out at her, immediately regretting it afterward to the point he locked himself away. He didn't want that for you. 🍎 Whenever you get angry, Wally lets you get it all out. While he knows it's distressing, he also knows it's healthy to get your emotions out. Feeling your emotions doesn't make you a bad person. He helps keep you from doing anything rash, remaining very calm in those moments. 🍎 When the outburst finally calms down, and you start crying, he is IMMEDIATELY there to console you. He lets you know that he's not upset or hurt, you just had big emotions that needed to be let out and that's ok! He helps you to take deep breaths to try and calm yourself down, and when he feels your more calm, he asks you what you need at that moment 🍎 If you're ok with physical touch, Wally is right there, letting you hug him or hold his hand as you try to calm down. You can squeeze him as tight as you want and he won't mind, anything to calm you down! 🍎 If you aren't a fan of physical touch, he is still there anyways to calm you with his words. "Neighbor, you are more than ok. You have a right to get angry and frustrated. No one thinks ill of you for having emotions, you are still the most. Having emotions is what makes us alive! That's what makes us special. That's what makes you special. 🍎 He'll ask you if you need a friend or alone time when he believes you've completely calmed down. He still wants to respect your boundaries and if he is the one that made you upset to begin with, he wants to do his best to fix what made you upset. Romance Version

❤️ No matter where you are, Wally knows how exposing that feeling is, and will immediately pick you up and take you home, reassuring you along the way that you are not a burden or a bother. ❤️ He will grab your favorite snacks, a blanket, and maybe something to fidget with if you so desire. He will keep you on the couch, and listen to your vents, rebutting them with love and understanding. ❤️ "Neighbor, there's nothing you could do that would make me hate you. I understand how thoughts and feelings are, and I am the same way. I understand how you feel, truly I do. I know you would be here for me in those same moments. I promise you I'm never going to hate you or leave your side, you are too precious to me to lose, and I want you to know that." ❤️ He would give you a little kiss on the forehead and play with your hair until you are in a calm state. Then after that, would either ask you to paint with him as a calming exercise, or do something that you would want to do!

[ghostclowning]

OK BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OBLIGATORY "my big gay demon boyfriend turned into a child :0" ARC FOR MOSHANG like come on. Hua Cheng did it. Lo Binghe did it. Every self-respecting demon must go through it. *snaps fingers* Let's fucking go

Of course Mobei wasn't too happy about becoming weak and unable to defend Qinghua. He even feared that if this continues for too long, Qinghua will just leave him as he becomes useless. And so, he tried to hide in his room, but sneaky Qinghua found out anyway.

*

Shang Qinghua would probably not even recognize Mobei at once bc he became so cute and squishable and tiny and holdable. First Mobei would try to tell Qinghua to get out and leave him alone but Qinghua wouldn't be able to not give smallbei a headpat once and that's it. Mobei-jun can't resist anymore. He needs to be with Qinghua, even if it exposes his weakness now. Screw the pride or the chance that Qinghua will leave...the childish part of Mobei has reawakened in this body, and it demanded to be close with Qinghua as if it was vital. Meanwhile the way smallbei leans in for Qinghua's hand would just break his heart. He literally gave Mobei a childhood trauma and now the said child stood before him, making him realize what a terrible person he is. He can't help but hug his king, who doesn't seem to really object that much, but frowns in a funny way. "Qinghua, let go!" He tries to sound intimidating, but with this childish voice, really? Qinghua only laughs. "My king, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do now to stop me."

*

Mobei wouldn't stop following him around, even though it probably would be safer if he stayed in his room until he becomes normal. Which is why Qinghua has to stay in his room too.

"My king, no one should find out you're vulnerable now. And I have things to do."

"...Say that again."

"My king..."

"That's it."

Although Shang Qinghua wants to laugh at the sight of these puffed up cheeks, he can't argue. Well, if the king says he has a day off, who is he to disobey?

*

He wonders why smallbei clings to him so much, but finds it cute. Mobei knows that Shang Qinghua probably won't be of big help in case of attack, but he just feels the safest with him.

*

Shang Qinghua was dead sure he'll have to pay for this when his king returns to normal state, but he can't refrain from squishing and cuddling with smallbei bc he's just too cute. He knows it's the same Mobei, just that his body changed a little ("a little"), but that only makes him want to cuddle more. He even falls asleep still hugging his king.

When he wakes up, he sees normal Mobei sit near him.

"Qinghua."

"My king...glad to see you in proper state and good health, hehe," Qinghua chuckles nervously. "I hope you're not holding a grudge on me for my...excessive affection?"

"You will pay."

With that being said, Mobei locks him in a tight hug and doesn't let go. Qinghua almost gets scared at first, but then bursts out laughing once he realizes what's happening.

"My king, let go!"

"There's nothing you can do now to make me."

*

"...I thought you will leave. You didn't."

"My king, I would never. Especially when you're like that! How could I leave you?"

"I was weak."

"My king, compared to your normal state, I'm weak all the time."

"You don't need to be strong. I am. But back then, I wasn't."

"And I'm not a princess who needs a saviour. My king, I'm here now not because of your strength. And I am more than ready to be the strong one when you can't be."

Mobei says nothing and tucks his face in Qinghua's shoulder.

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain (Part I)

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, abuse, suicide, religious themes, ect.

FAMILY TREE (INTRO)

These crosses all over my body remind me of who I used to be.

Christ forgive these bones I'm hiding.

He cannot escape his mother's blood.

He'll never escape what he's made up of.

The fates already fucked me sideways.

You know I raised you bеtter than this.

Leavе me hanging so they all can laugh at me.

AMERICAN TEENAGER

Putting too much faith in the make-believe.

The neighbor's brother came home in a box.

He wanted to go, so maybe it was his fault.

Another red heart taken by the American dream.

I feel it there in the middle of the night.

I'm all alone again.

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it.

Just give it one more day, then you'rе done.

I do what I want.

I said it was fun.

I don't need anything from anyone.

It's just not my year.

I'm all good out here.

I'm sorry if I sound off, but I was probably wasted.

Didn't feel so good.

Head full of whiskey but I always deliver.

If you're listening, let me handle my liquor.

If you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?

I'm still standing here.

I do it for *Name*.

I'm doing what I want and damn, I'm doing it well.

A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA

Sing it to me all day long.

The aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song.

You and me against the world.

You were my man and I your girl.

We had nothing except each other.

You were my whole world.

I still call home that house in Nebraska.

We found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor.

The world was empty, save you and I.

You left, and I cried.

Even if we died tonight, I'd die yours.

These dirt roads are empty.

Your mama calls me sometimes to see if I'm doing well.

Really I'd kill myself to hold you one more time.

It hurts to miss you.

It's worse to know that I'm the reason you won't come home.

I died there under you, every night, all night.

You know, I still wait at the edge of town, praying straight to God that maybe you’ll come back around.

I cry every day, and the bottles make it worse.

You were the only one I was never scared to tell I hurt.

I found photographs of our school, on the day we met.

I thought that you were so beautiful, it was love, I guess.

You might never come back home, and I may never sleep at night.

I just hope you're doing fine out there.

I just pray that you're all right.

I feel so alone.

I feel so alone without you.

WESTERN NIGHTS

He's never looked more beautiful.

I watched him show his love through shades of black and blue.

Show me how much I mean to you.

I'd hold the gun if you asked me to.

If you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to?

Trouble's always gonna find you baby. but so will I.

Hold me across every state line.

I'm never gonna leave you baby, even if you lose what's left of your mind.

'Cause you know I'll be right there beside you.

I haven't spoken to my daddy in a long, long time.

I don't want him to worry.

The neighborhood keeps getting smaller.

All starved out when the money's paper thin.

All that's left are your walls and you'll die there.

I should have known that there's no getting in.

I'll still be alright.

Clinging onto you like some love blind addict.

I'll be screaming your name.

Please don't love how I need you.

Know that one day, you and I could be okay.

FAMILY TREE

I'm just a child but I'm not above violence.

My mama raised me better than that.

Daddy said shoot first then run and don't look back.

Take me down to the river and bathe me clean.

I've killed before and I'll kill again.

Take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand.

They say heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Hell don't scare me, I've been times before.

HARD TIMES

Lay it on me.

Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy.

I hate this story.

Happiness ends and dies with you.

I thought good guys get to be happy.

I'm not happy.

I am poison in the water and unhappy.

I was too young to noticе that some types of love could bе bad.

I still do, and that scares me.

I'm tired of you.

It's just the way that you are.

I just wanna sleep.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Soul Survivor: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam begins the process of curing Dean while you sit back and watch Dean get worse before he gets better. One thing is for sure: you're going to have a lot of fun drowning his soul in pain.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean's back in the bunker undergoing trials to cure him of being a demon. He's locked up in the dungeon right now and is screaming his head off for someone to let him out. He can keep yelling for someone to come let him out but you're going to continue to ignore him. You're sitting in the library with your feet kicked up on one of the tables. You're reading a magazine you found in your room about whatever celebrity is getting canceled.

"Stupid fucking Kim. Always getting yourself into some shit," you scoff and turn the page. 

Sam walks into the library with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He stops when he sees you and studies your behavior.

"I'm going to go get purified blood and talk to a priest."

"I don't care," you say and continue reading. If looks could kill, then Sam would be burning holes into your head. You groan and set your magazine down to look at him. "What?"

"Sorry, it's just so weird to see you this way."

You shrug and go back to reading.

"Get used to it. This is the new me."

Sam leaves without another word. Now that it's just you and Dean alone in the Bunker, you might as well have some fun with this. You toss your magazine to the side and make your way down to the dungeon. Dean is struggling against the ties when you enter the storage room. Dean stills when he hears the click of your heels on the concrete floor. His eyes turn pitch black knowing it won't scare you. You grab a lone chair and drag it over to him so you can be face-to-face with him.

Dean looks pissed but he isn't going anywhere, not with the demon handcuffs on sitting on a chair in the middle of a devil's trap. He looks like he's ready to kill but you smirk and lean back into your chair.

"Soak it in, princess, because when I get free, I'm going to make your death last twice as long as you've been alive."

You can't help but laugh at his threat. That only pisses him off more but you laugh more.

"I'm sorry," you giggle. "Even your threats are pathetic. It's fitting. Pathetic threats for a pathetic demon."

Dean's hand twitches in anger. Instead of egging you on for another fight, he changes tactics.

"What are you gonna do if I am cured? Hmm? I'll go back to my normal self that loves and cares for you. You know damn well I'll stop at nothing to get you back to who you were before."

You don't say anything because you know he's right. Once Dean is cured, he'll do anything to get his wife back. You like life like this. Life is so much easier when you're not worrying about everything and everyone. Still, you don't let it show that what he says bothers you. Instead, you decide to turn it around and throw it back at him.

"So? You'll be back to normal while I still stay like this. All your pesky emotions will be dialed back on which will make this relationship that much more painful. To know that I don't give a shit about you while your heart still bleeds for me. It's going to be so much fun to watch you crumble to the ground as you watch the love of your life live her life without you."

Sam returns back from the priest and the hospital quicker than you thought. He must not want you to be around Dean for longer than you have to. You slide back from Dean when he enters with blood bags in the duffel bag. He doesn't say anything about the way Dean is glaring at you and the way you're smirking at Dean. Dean focuses his attention on his brother and rolls his eyes when he sees the blood bags. 

"Really?"

"For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type."

Sam takes out the blood bags and lays them on the table along with the medical instruments he's going to use to stick Dean.

"Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won't bother you. Why do you care?"

"Why do I care?"

Sam grabs some holy water and splashes it onto the ground around Dean and starts chanting in Latin.

"Do you really think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Fuck that. I don't want this!" Dean yells.

"Yeah, I pretty much figured that out," Sam says when he's done chanting.

"You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you? I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice."

"Mark of Cain, I got it."

"That's right." Sam grabs a syringe and fills it with blood from one of the bags. He walks over to Dean and grabs his forearm to prevent him from struggling too much. "Sammy, you know I hate shots."

"I hate demons." Dean's eyes go black right before Sam splashes him with holy water. Dean yells in pain as his skin sizzles, and Sam shoves the needle into his arm. "Look, we got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself."

The blood is already taking some effect on Dean so you and Sam walk out of the dungeon to give him some time alone. You walk through the empty halls a completely different person. This place used to hold so much value to you with so many memories of your kids running up and down the halls with the dogs.

You were going to go back to the library to read but decided to take a detour to Joanna's room. Everything is as she left it. Did she leave or was she forced out? All of her toys are still scattered on the floor since she never liked putting her toys away. Her bed is still messy from the day before she left. You walk in and turn the light on. She insisted on having pink fairy lights instead of real lights even though there is a lamp in the corner.

There are pictures on the wall you and she decorated of your growing family. In one picture, you and Joanna are in the hospital right after she was born. The nurse wasn't freaked out about your magic going haywire and took a picture with your daughter without Dean in it. Dean was standing by the door watching with a smile on his face thinking How did I get so lucky? The second picture is of Joanna in the pool trying to swim without her floaties for the first time. She sunk easily but you were there to catch her before she went fully under. Only your hand can be seen in the frame.

The third picture is of you, Dean, Joanna, and Maryann. This was before you met Noah and invited him into your home. You are sitting between Dean's legs with Joanna sitting between yours and Maryann sitting between her sister's. Dean is leaning to the left to try and get your hair out of his face while Joanna is looking up at you with a goofy smile on her face.

So many memories that mean absolutely nothing to you anymore.

"I don't know where they are," Sam interrupts your trip down memory lane, "but I do know they're safe." You look to the right to see him leaning against the frame of the door. "That's all that matters, right?" You don't answer him and begin walking to the bedroom door to leave. "Do you even care where they are?"

"You want the honest answer?" you ask and meet his eyes.

"Yes."

"They could be rotting in the ground and I wouldn't give a damn."

You push past Sam's shocked face and leave him to drown in the memories. The Mark fucked you up in ways not even you fully understand. When Dean died, something happened to you to make you not feel this way. You're supposed to be crying for your kids. You're supposed to be fighting for Dean to be human again.

You're not supposed to be pushing them away but here you are, pushing them away.

After an hour has passed, you and Sam walk down to the dungeon to give Dean his second dose of the blood cure. Sam doesn't say a word as he fills another syringe and sticks it in Dean's arm. Your husband groans in pain and rolls his head to the side.

"For all you know, you could be killing me."

"Wouldn't that be an interesting change," you smirk and sit down.

"Or you're just messing with me. Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure."

"The lore," Dean chuckles. "Hunters. Men of Letters. What a load of shit it all is!" You and Sam are quiet for two different reasons. "Oh, now you got nothing to say?"

"Do you want me to debate you? This isn't even the real you that I'm talking to."

"Oh, it's the real me, alright. The new real me. The me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters. Do-gooders. Fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something about guys like me. We are the natural order. It's the way it was set up."

"Guys like me still got to do what we can."

"Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy. From where I'm sitting, there ain't much difference from what I turned into to what you already are."

You know exactly what Dean is doing. Sam is falling right into his trap of manipulation. Dean knows that he is going to get turned back into a human at the end of the day, so he's going to try and hurt Sam in as many ways as he possibly can before time's up. Sam is taking the bait he set out so delicately. You cross your arms and smirk but stay silent.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I know what you did when you went looking for me. I know how far you went. Crowley told me all about it. So, let me ask you which one of us is really a monster? Hmm? Starting to come back to you now?"

You might have overheard a conversation between Crowley and Dean about what Sam did but you couldn't care less about it. Something about how Sam was the one who convinced Lester to sell his soul. Sam wanted a crossroads demon knowing they wouldn't come up for a Winchester so he convinced some dumbass to sell his soul. He did it before Sam could get there in time.

"You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester, did you?" Dean continues. "Oh, and just so you know, I killed Lester myself. That wife of his married the tattooed guy."

Sam slams his hands down on the metal table angrily. It's working. Dean is getting under his brother's skin hoping he'd make a mistake and either let him go or fuck up the trial so it would give Dean more time to think of a way out of here.

"I never meant--"

"Who cares what you fucking meant?!" Dean yells. "That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain't so clear is it? Wow. You might actually be worse than me!" Dean laughs. "I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and soul. Nice work."

Sam grabs another syringe that's already filled with blood and stabs Dean in the neck. He was supposed to wait the hour before doing another dosage so you're not sure if this is going to fuck it up or not. Dean screams in pain while Sam leans over the table with pain and regret written on his face. He catches your eyes and you give him a thumbs up.

"You're doing a great job."

"Shut the fuck up," Sam growls and turns to his brother.

"Let me ask you this, Sammy: If this doesn't work, we both know what you got to do to me, right?" Sam shakes his head and leaves the dungeon without another word. "You got the stomach for that, Sam?!" Dean looks at you who is amused by their petty fight. "What the fuck are you smiling about?"

"Just watching. Observing. He walked right into your trap. I thought he was smarter than that."

"What are you going to do if this doesn't work? I still have power over you. I'll make it so you never see daylight again."

You uncross your arms and stand up before approaching him slowly.

"Let's say it doesn't work and you're a demon forever. There's still something I'll have that you never will."

You grab both armrests and lean down to his level.

"What is that?"

"Respect," you whisper. "You want to know what I'll do if this doesn't work? I'll litter that gorgeous body of yours with devil trap bullets so that when I dismember you, I'll bury you across the state. You'll never be able to smoke out. I might not be a witch anymore, but you're forgetting one thing: I am still a hunter. I know how to make someone disappear. After all, I am the best. No one will ever find you. I'll be up here and live my life, so who's really laughing then?"

If Dean was a cartoon character, smoke would be coming out of his ears at how angry he is. You wink at him and leave him to think about your words alone in the dungeon.

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