#if we bring it up i Wont be able to shut up about it and this is both a threat and a promise

[princessmyriad]

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[kalashtars]

sigh. i want to play baldur's gate 3 rn.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the heavy weight of guilt (part two)

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

part one / part two

“what the fuck did you do?” rafe growls.

“what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. “you would never leave her unless she found out, so i made it so you have to be with just me.”

“you're fucking crazy if you think im going to stay with you after you destroyed my family.” rafe grunts out.

“destroyed? you did that by cheating on your wife. don't blame me for exposing the truth.”

“the truth is that you came into me, practically forced yourself onto me.”

“yet you were completely willing. don't be ridiculous rafe. you don't even care about your dumb kids or stupid wife anyways. all you care about is fucking young pussy.”

“aren't you worried ill leave you some day then? get with someone younger as you grow old and wrinkle.” rafe tilts his head to the side, trying to anger you even more.

“oh rafe” you laugh maniacally. “i will never let you leave me. i wont lose you like your wife did.”

“goddamn it.” rafe grunts, bending down and picking you up, slinging you over your shoulder like you're just a sack of flour.

“damn, you're strong when you're pissed.” you chuckle, which just makes rafes hold on you tighten further.

“shut up, please.” he begs. he needs to get his anger and frustration out, and since you're the cause of his guilt, it's going to be by using you.

“fine, we can talk about our new living arrangements after you fuck me silly.” you know you're only antagonizing rafe further as he tosses you onto the bed, throwing you so hard you bounce against the mattress.

“i hate you.” rafe says before smashing his lips against yours, dominating your mouth as his hands begin to strip you of your clothing, pulling it away until you're naked.

“get undressed, let me see you.” you say, trying to unbutton rafes shirt, but he just pushes your hand away.

“im gonna fuck you how i want to fuck you. you're not in control anymore.” 

you're surprised by his sure dominance. he's always been on top before, but he's never disobeyed you.

you keep quiet, lips practically sealing closed as rafe undoes his pants, tugging his zipper down just to pull his cock out, already hard like it always is whenever he's around you.

“god, look at you.” rafe groans when you spread your legs, pussy blossoming open for him like it always does. “such a little slut. my slut, and now im yours too. you made sure of that, huh?”

you're not sure how to respond, but rafe barely gives you any time anyways as he pushes forward, plunging his cock inside of you in one smooth motion.

despite his size, he gives you not even a moment to adjust as he begins to fuck you without a care, snapping his hips forward, focused solely on his own pleasure.

you try to keep your body relaxed as you watch rafe above you. his eyes are on you but they're glossed over, like he's in another place.

you sit up rapidly, tapping your palm against his face. “hey.” you grunt. “you're not thinking of someone else right?”

“what, like my soon to be ex wife? so what if i am? you ruined that already.” 

you move quickly, pulling your body away only to grab rafe and bring him forward onto the bed. he's so surprised by your sudden show of stretch that when you flip him over onto his back he doesn't question it.

“it's only me. you're mine forever.” you sink your pussy down on rafes cock.

his moans betray him as his head tilts back, mouth wide as you ride him, moving your hips quickly and aggressively to spur him on, not caring that your pussy is already sore.

“mine.” you growl as your hands attack the buttons on his shirt until you're able to pull the two sides open and reveal his bare torso, muscled and covered with a faint dusting of hair.

“i know, shit.” rafe knew he was yours from the moment your lips met, cementing the end of his marriage and end of the good guy streak he had going for many years.

“and you're going to cum in me and actually get me pregnant.” you already stopped taking your birth control the day after you sent that video to rafes wife. “and you'll like this kid and raise it how you want and never leave them or me.”

“god, you're fucking crazy.” rafe says, hips rising up to meet yours.

“and that's why you'll be mine forever.”

[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 6

• summary {in which an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {angst, it gets cute at the end tho}

averys pov

“avery why cant we tell them” azzi yells, this has been our third fight this week about this topic

“azzi you know why we cant” i say, sternly

“no i dont, thats why im asking”

“azzi, bellas in the other room. shut up” i say

“ok, fuck you” say says, walking out

azzis pov

azzi

- u home

paige

- pls dont come

- stay with avery please

azzi

- im coming

fuck paige has been weird lately, and she wont tell me

its definitely something with bella

i don’t know how bella doesn’t notice

paige is in love with her

“azzi what did i say” paige says, yelling, tears flooding her eyes and the neck of her shirt

“paige whats happening” i say, genuinely concerned for my best friend

she begins wailing. i’ve never seen her cry like this before

i quickly wall up and embrace her

“i fucked it” she says, barley getting her words out

“i want her and ill never be able to make her mine” she continues

“bella?” i question

“yes” she says, raising her voice

“im calling her”

“no, azzi, no, please don’t. please” she says, pleading, her voice growing louder

“paige, you need to talk to her. i’ve never seen you like this before” i say, authoritatively

“she hates me”

azzi is calling bella

“hey bella”

“hey”

“can you come over”

“yeah ill come now”

call ended

“paige this is a good thing, you guys need to talk”

bellas pov

i know this is about paige

id be lying if i said i was fine about this situation

i’m reality, i’ve been crying. everyday. at any given opportunity

i dont have any resentment towards paige, even though i definitely should. i mean, what she did was fucked

and she never explained herself, all she could say is “i cant do it” like what the fuck does that mean

knock, fuck i should leave

knock, i hate her

knock, no i dont

“hey bella” azzi says, bringing me into her embrace. i know azzi and avery are dating, but they cant tell anyone because avery cheated on jake with azzi, and she hates what she did. but she truly does love the girl, cute. i hate love

“paige is in her room”

walking towards paiges room, nerves surprisingly aren’t present. i felt calm, normal

“who is it” paige yells, across the door

“bella” i say, yelling back

paiges pov

“shit shit shit” i say to myself, i look awful. i didn’t think she would actually show up

i’ve been crying for what feels like years, and i finally can get everything off my chest. but i’m more terrified than ever before

she opens the door. fuck

“hey paige” she says softly, i cant bear to look at her. i dont want to see how she has effected me

“paige look at me” she says, sitting down next to me, leaning over. hand on my knee

i look at her

shock plastered on her face

she says nothing, bringing me close and wrapping her arms around me, protectively

“im so sorry” i say into her chest

“paige its ok, im not mad”

“yes you are, i fucked up” i say, tears beginning to form again

she moves so we are face to face, her laying on top of me

“you dont know how bad i want you bella, but i’m, i’m scared” i say, i’ve never been this vulnerable with a girl before. i feel weak

“paige its ok, theres no pressure” she says, reassuringly

“i know you dont feel the same, thats why ive been so down”

“how do you know, paige” she says, sternly. contrasting her previous tone

“it’s obvious” i say. is it?

“no its not, i want you the same amount that you want me” she says, staring intently into my tear filled eyes, that are forming once again

“really” i say, genuinely confused

“yes” she says, slightly laughing

this cant be real, how, what, when, where, why.

after everything i’ve done, she still likes me?

“paige, you there” she says, commenting on my spacing out

“are you sure” i say, coming back to reality

she responds by gently pressing her lips to my own

this kiss was different than any others i’ve experience, its sweet, loving. reflecting of how i feel about her, and i guess how she feels about me.

[densewentz]

I have a lot of feelings about season 2 obviously, mostly that it was brutally fantastic, but it really serves to highlight the main difference between Crowley and Aziraphale's understanding of loss. long angsty analysis under cut

Because Crowley already knows what it is to lose Aziraphale. I mean really lose him. He fell to the floor in the burning heart of the bookshop thinking Aziraphale was dead and gone. We get to see in fantastic living color how broken it leaves him. He's forced to spend time wallowing in the hopelessness of it before Aziraphale is miraculously back. Then cut to heaven during their ruse, where Crowley is standing there in the flames with Gabriel grinning maliciously in his face, telling the love Crowley just got back to shut up and die. If that scrap of prophecy hadnt found them, if they hadn't been quick enough, clever enough, Crowley would have lost him again. For Good. For Ever. That entire scene, from the cropped cut of Crowley twisting Aziraphale's wrists in their bonds all the way through to the end, Crowley is in a visibly barely contained rage. He's quiet, and still. These are the beings that have been tormenting his love for centuries, who tried to take him away once already and want to take him away from Crowley again. And it boils in him in the same combination that makes terrified dogs Bite. And we see the lasting effect that fear has on him throughout season 2. It drives almost every interaction Crowley has with other characters, particularly in his vehemence that Jim!Gabriel not be anywhere near Aziraphale. Crowley is able to word for word quote that moment back to Jim!Gabriel mostly unprompted because I guarantee its just been repeating in his head since the archangel showed up in the bookshop. He needs Aziraphale safe in that desperate and agonized way you can only feel if you already know what its like to lose them. And the entire season he's combating the fact that the biggest threat to Crowley's love is sitting in his livingroom and Aziraphale keeps handwaving Crowley's trauma away.

Which brings us to Aziraphale. Aziraphale who has never had to experience losing Crowley. His demon is always there just on time, always at his shoulder and on-call. Aziraphale has no concept of the depth of Crowley's grief during the time Crowley thought he'd died in the bookshop, and no idea the damage Crowley's incognito trip to heaven had on him. And then parallel Aziraphale's part in the ruse. Yes, he's playing at being cheeky Crowley, but I'd bet all my money most of that was just Aziraphale relishing in doing what he loves to do: Dramatizing. Watch his scene in hell compared to Crowley's in heaven. Aziraphale is having a blast. To him its a stage production, a clever trick he gets to play. Michael pours 'Crowley' a holy water death bath and it just makes Aziraphale grin because he knows it wont work. He plays it up, wings the water at the demons, makes silly demands, asks the angel who would have killed Crowley to bring him a towel. It's a joke to Aziraphale, because he never even seems to consider (as Crowley obviously does) the reality that if they hadn't swapped places Crowley would be dead. That Michael came grinning down to hell to destroy him. Forever destroy him. And Aziraphale even giggles about it to Crowley on the bench. Aziraphale has no reference or context of what it would be like to actually lose Crowley, it'd be unheard of, so he never processes what could have happened in the way Crowley does. And we continue to see that ignorance crop up in season 2. His dismissal of Crowley's fears as being silly, the way he never once seems to worry for Crowley's safety even with the other angels and hell minions in the room. Michael and Beelzebub are right there. The two who would have seen Crowley turned into nothing. But there's just not the awareness of the threat to Crowley (or himself, but thats another problem) that Crowley inversely possesses. And it all boils down to the simple fact that Aziraphale has never ever lost Crowley. Until now. And you can see it beginning to process post-kiss. You can see it in Aziraphale's face as Crowley dons his glasses and turns his back on Aziraphale for real. This is going to be the beginning of Aziraphale learning what it is to lose his love, and its going to be absolutely heartbreaking yes, but also completely necessary to his growth.

There's that wretched little saying "you don't know what you've got until its gone". Crowley's learned that lesson the hard way already. I guess now its Aziraphale's turn.

[drakestwin]

Maybe some niko fluff yk ☹️ like him being clingy yk yk (if you can bae if not its okay but thank you i love you)

“Don’t leave me”

Summary: Niko doesn’t want you to leave him on his special day!!!!

Warnings: none just fluff 😘

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE WHOEVER SENT THIS SO MUCH 😭 YOU GUYS ARE SOOOO SWEET ITS AMAZING!! BUT ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKOOOO THIS STORY IS ALSO GONNA BE BASED ON HIS BIRTHDAY! Also keep in mind that this is my first story so please don’t judge if its not good 😭

You had just woken up in yours and Niko’s shared bed. “Today is his birthday” you whispered, making sure he didn’t hear you. You scrolled on your phone making sure you got everything situated for his birthday party. You texted the beta squad and some more of his friends reminding them and making sure they were available for his party.

After you were done with that you shut your phone off and got up to go use the bathroom and get ready for his special day.

You were sitting in the bathroom texting everyone back since you just got done doing your hair. Shuffling across yours and nikos shared room was heard. You looked up from your phone and saw niko walking over to you. “happy birthday, my birthday boy.” you told him while wrapping your arms around his neck to hug and kiss him.

“thank you” he whispered and went to wrap his arms around your waist.

——————

A couple hours later you and niko were out currently eating lunch at some random restaurant talking about what he wanted for his birthday.

“i’ll be right back i have to use the toilet.” you told him while getting up. instead of letting you go niko held onto your hand trying to pull you into him.

“no don’t go” he said instantly pulling you to sit with him. “i’ll go with you if i have to” he stated causing you to chuckle. “please let me go i really have to use it.” you begged to him, yet he still refused to let go. "either you stay or you let me go with you" (🤔) niko whispers to you trapping you beneath his arms making it difficult for you to move.

"can you just wait outside the door or something?" You looked at him still trying to get out his grip. "I wont be able to see you then" he pouts slightly. you cringe at that, finally you get out of his grip and run to the bathroom with him trailing behind you.

"finally" you whispered grabbing your phone to call kenny, discussing the party that he was hosting at his house. After you guys completed calling you open the door to the bathroom and instantly get a bunch of weight thrown on you. Realizing its niko you hug him back eventually letting go.

"youre finally done" he exaggerates and slowly rolls his eyes. "excuse you" you reply back with attitude. "anyways we have to go somewhere but i'm not telling you so lets go." you tell him and then grab his hand dragging him into the car. When you guys get situated you start the car and drive off to kennys.

——————

About 30 minutes later you guys arrived to kennys house and was greeted by everyone. you were holding nikos hand and lead him to a random room that had some seats. Everyone sat down and just started talking with eachother.

as everyone was talking niko turned to you and wrapped an arm around your waist bringing you a little bit closer even tho you guys were literally squished together at this point.

——————

Time skip cause im lazy

Its been about an hour and it was now time to serve the cake. You had tried to get up to turn off all the lights to sing happy birthday but niko had pulled you back into his arm. "Don't leave me again" You chuckled, kissed his cheek and let everyone else do the work while you hugged him and stuck to his side for the rest of the night.

this literally sucks so bad but dont blame me its my first story ever 😭😒 I also sort of rushed it cause it been days since his birthday and I had to get this out asap! Anyways theres gonna be three more fics coming out when I literally feel like doing them. (spoiler alert, all of them are about aj sooooo yeah)

[starkura]

sorry if this ones bad my writing hasnt been “writing-ing” lately, if u get what i mean

you as kenji’s assistant

kenji returned back home from a fight with the kdf. he had de-transformed from his ultraman form and made his way to his lounge room. you went to check up on kenji and you hear him wincing quietly. as you enter the room, you see that kenji’s hand was on his side. his eyes were closed tightly and laid back onto his couch. you see the sight of him and rush to find a medkit in his house. when you come back to him, you tell him to take off his shirt for you to examine his injury. it was bad, his side was wounded from the fight. fortunately, it could’ve been worse. you started to clean his wound and you could hear him trying to not to wince, in an attempt to mask his vulnerability. however, he failed to compose himself. he pulled back from you and processed the pain.

“i’m sorry- i’m trying to be as gentle as possible.” you apologize. you move closer to him to continue your work. “it’s fine. don’t worry about it.” he says. even though he attempts to mask his pain, you can tell that he’s hurting. “are you able to sit up? i have to bandage your side.” you ask. “yeah, yeah. i can.” he says painfully. you help sit up so you can wrap the bandages around him. as you finish bandaging kenji, he returns to his laid back position looking to be in less pain than before.

his eyes were shut, you were unsure if he was asleep or not. “kenji?” you call out. he slowly opens his eyes to look at you. “what is it?” he asks. “we need to talk about something.” you turn into a more serious tone, in contrast to your worried look. “talk about what?” he wonders. “i think you need to take a break.” you say. in the moment, kenji looks relived that you’re saying that. he assumes that you are talking about being ultraman. “yeah, i’ve been needing a break from being ultraman.” he says. “im talking about baseball ken.” he looks at you appalled. baseball is something he would never give up. as of now, it was the only thing that brought him joy. he resented ultraman because he could be doing better things than bring a hero. kenji would never give up baseball, it meant the world to him. “no! i’m not taking a break from baseball. i just started the season and i’m not gonna just walk out on it.” he says in defense. you knew he’d be stubborn about this, even just the suggestion of it makes him indifferent. “kenji, you know if you continue to being a baseball player and being ultraman, you’re going to burn yourself out.” you advise. “no, no. i’m not just going to give up the one thing that brings me joy.” he protested. “if i’m gonna be ultraman, i’m gonna play baseball. and that’s final.”

you sigh in defeat. there was no way he was going to give up baseball. “can you atleast rest until tomorrow?” you ask. kenji sighs, he has much to do besides resting. but, he knows that you wont drop this until you’re somewhat satisfied. “fine, i will.” he says. “thank you. for the rest of tonight, i suggest that you lay down and rest.” you reply. “yeah, i know. got it.” ken said begrudgingly. you stood up and made you way to the door. “goodnight, ken.” you say before walking out. “yeah, night.” he says back. you head to your room for the night. the thought of kenji staying up on his baseball simulation crossed your mind. he shouldn’t be moving so much. the thought kept you awake for a long while. you eventually, fell asleep.

[h0ney-gl0ws]

I loved reading the griss one, so hear am I going to request an one shot with Diamant where his s/o got taken alongside his father and him going to the rescue to find s/o badly injured and knocked out about to be used as sacrifice to the fell dragon please?

Hello! I’m so glad you liked the Griss one! Comments like that make it more motivating to write. I like this idea and hope I did it justice for you! Thank you so much for being patient by the way!

Just as a heads up guys, my writing posts may be a bit sparse this month as I am very busy, but feel free to keep sending in requests, just know it may take me a bit longer to write them!

Anyways, onto the story! Enjoy reading and be mindful of the content warnings!

Word Count (Approx):1,763

Content Warnings: Spoilers for chapter 10 of fire emblem engage, Character death, blood, angst

Diamant can hardly focus on the area around him as his mind races with the terrible possibilities of what might have happened. He told his father not to go out there, he told you—— no it was his fault. He should’ve been more forceful, he shouldn’t have let you out of his sight. If only you had listened to him, but there’s no time for “What ifs” not when you are in danger.

“Where have you hidden King Morion, as well as Y/n?” The divine dragon says, cutting Diamant out from from his own thoughts.

“All will be known in due time.” King Hyacinth says with an eerie tone.

“Tell us—now!” Alear demands.

Prince Alfred cuts in, “Look, over there! There are people besides the altar!”

The party gauges the figures. Diamant feels relief wash over him at the sight of his father’s frame. Although the second figure causes him to worry again. Your limp body draped across the floor. He cannot tell if you are breathing from where he stands.

“Can it be…Diamant, it’s Father—he’s alive!” Alcryst exclaims.

However, King Morion has not turned around to acknowledge his sons. Diamant has a bad feeling about this, yet he calls out anyways, “Don’t worry! We’re here to save you both!”

Again…nothing….

“Somethings wrong….”

With uneven shaky steps, King Morion stumbles around. Diamant’s heart sinks in terror as inhuman glowing red eyes stare back at him. No… He can hear his own heart pounding.

The corrupted King Morion lets out a blood curdling roar.

“Father!” Diamant didn’t even register that he had spoke, until the divine dragon was finishing his sentence.

“He’s been…” The room falls silently. The reality of the situation sinking in as the opposing sides glare at one another.

King Hyacinth tuts, “It appears you were a few moments too late. As you can see, the ritual has been carried out.”

Rage takes over Diamant’s fear. What right did this man have to take away not only his father, but you as well? “Hyacinth… You bastard!” He practically growls out.

“We have to leave at once, Alear. Call a retreat without delay.” Marth’s calm voice speaks up.

“We cant!” She replies.

“King Morion is beyond our aid…”

“What do you mean? You would have us…leave our own father behind? I cannot! I will not abandon him here!” Alcryst cries.

“The only option is to fight Hyacinth, and even if father is—is…“ Diamant can’t even bring himself to say it, if he says it then it becomes real..he has to accept it, so he can’t, no, he wont let that happen. “She could still be alive! If there’s a chance, I won’t flee especially after…after what he has done!”

“Diamant! Alcryst….” Alear says.

“Foolish, but I am not a bit surprised.” King Hyacinth says. With a tilt of his head the large doors to the cathedral shut. Leaving them trapped inside, “This grand cathedral will serve as your grave. Thanks to your impetuousness, you brought the rings unto my very hand.”

“So be it, Hyacinth…now we fight!”

The divine dragon’s troops rush in against King Hyacinth’s corrupted. While Diamant’s nature is surely shaken, he has to appear strong. For Alcryst, for father, for you… He has to continue to fight. He knows what he must do.

By the orders of the divine dragon, they are able to push through the corrupted. Slashing apart all who dare to get in his way. Letting those who’s rest was disturbed return to the peaceful confines of death. Diamant wonders if all of those who were corrupted were like his father. If so, he will do them the favor of setting their souls free, in order to protect the ones of which he loves.

At least up until….King Morion, Father… stood before him. He has a clear shot. The perfect opportunity to end his father’s misery. As he looks into the glowing eyes of his father, or rather the empty husk of what used to be his father…he froze. Memories start to flash before his eyes, the day he got his first lance, the time he got hurt after his magic lesson, when mother died….His father was there for all of it. His father made those memories better. Diamant’s not ready to let that go. He never got to say all the things he wanted to say, and now he never will.

Diamant’s stance falters, his lance falling below his waist. King Morion stumbles forward a step, then another, until he was charging up for a blow. Raising his weapon, and letting out a guttural cry. Do something Diamant… do something!

Fwoosh! An object whizzes past Diamants head, hitting his father right in the chest. Sending the corrupted king down. Diamant whips around to see his brother, lowering his bow. Glossy eyes threatening to have tears spill over.

“Go Diamant, I’ll handle father, you have to get to Y/n!” Alcryst begins in a shaky voice, “If we can’t save father, at least save her! We’ll cover you!”

Diamant nods dumbly before shaking his head. Now is not the time for him to lose focus. He scans the cathedral. Forces are fighting everywhere. Luckily none seem to be focusing on him. HIs eyes trail over to where he last saw your body. You’re still there. No one is around, now’s his chance. He runs as fast as his legs can carry him over to where you are laying.

Falling to his knees as he arrives next to you. He cups your body lifting you to his lap. The sight of you causes his heart to stop. You have a large wound on your head with a large amount of blood spilling down onto your face from it. Your hair is matted and has copious amounts of dried blood in it as well. Your eyes are closed and the worst part, Diamant can’t hear your breathing.

He chokes back the need to sob, instead hugging you close pressing his face into your chest. He tries to calm his shaky breaths, willing that by the divine dragon herself that this isn’t happening. Despite the raging bloodshed around him, in the heat of the moment it is just you and him, and Diamant thinks for a moment his ears are playing tricks on him as he hears the faintest….beat of your heart. He pulls back, trying not to get his hopes up, he examines you further…could it be? Your breathing! It’s the most shallow, strained breaths Diamant has ever seen, but you’re not dead, and that’s all that matters to him.

“My love, don’t worry, we are going to get you out of here. You are going to be okay, I promise. Please just hold on. That’s all you need to do darling. I swear, King Hyacinth won’t get away with what he did to you and…father. Just hang on.” Diamant whispers to your unconscious self, his fear being replaced with anger.

Between King Hyacinth, The fell dragon, and the four hounds, the next moments went by in a blur. They went by so fast, they lost so much in only a few moments. King Morion, the emblem rings, not to mention you were in critical condition. There was no choice but to fall back.

Tensions were high back at the Somniel. Everyone is in a state of distress after what went down at the cathedral. Diamant hasn’t had much time to check in on the divine dragon, and Alcryst’s usual hiding away tendencies have increased tenfold, but right now Diamant’s full focus has been on you.

You’ve been residing in the somniel’s infirmary. Jean, Celine, and the other healers that reside around the somniel have around have been doing all they can to stabilize your condition. Diamant has rarely left your side. He often sleeps in the chamber where you are being kept, and only ever really leaves when Jean shoos him out. For quite a small kid he can really be forceful when he needs to be.

And yet even though a week has passed you have still not woken up.

“Her condition has gotten better since we first got her.” The small doctor-in-training says.

“Do you think she’ll be waking up soon?” Diamant asks.

“She’s…getting better, you should just focus on that for the time being.”

Diamant thanks Jean before stepping into your chambers again. You look a lot more peaceful now that your wounds have started healing steadily. Color has returned to your face, and you could almost be mistaken for simply being sleeping rather than severely injured. In all honesty to Diamant, you look like a goddess. Which is why seeing you this way is all the more painful.

Diamant quietly steps over the bed you are laying on. He grasps your hand within his own, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles, “Hello, again darling. Did you miss me? I miss you…every day. The Divine Dragon has been in a state of disarray since the incident, she’s angry, and scared. Frankly, I think were all a bit scared, Lord Sombron has our emblem ring after all, and…father’s gone. A man who thought himself to be invincible…it’s frightening. Alcryst hasn’t spoken to me, I’m not sure if he’s spoken to anyone for a while now. The whole father thing has really taken a toll on him…I wish I was stronger in that moment. Maybe then I would’ve been the one to take father down, and Alcryst wouldn’t have to carry that burden. Or maybe if we were just faster, father would still be here, and you would be awake…..

Please wake up Darling, I cant do this without you….Please” Diamant sighs, silent tears slipping down his face as he presses his face against you. Trying to get any sense of comfort from back when you were awake…

…”D-Diamant?”

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Thanksgiving

Happy late Thanksgiving to those who celebrated. If you didn’t, I hope you have a good weekend and enjoy the sales that are going around. 

Also the Sweetheart thing was something my mom genuinely said to me yesterday. Yes I was concerned. But we watched it anyways.

Also if you want to learn about the darker side of Thanksgiving and don’t know it, read about the King Philip’s War. It’s kinda twisted that it wasn’t ever talked about in my history classes in elementary - high school. 

CW: Fluff, Crack, Slight Angst but not really, David just wants to cook, Angel wants to help but not really help and complain later, Asher isn’t allowed in the kitchen, Baabe is a mastermind, Sam is Southern, Darlin doesn’t understand the purpose of Thanksgiving, Milo is just a lil boyo your honor, Sweetheart enjoys menacing comments, GN Listeners, not beta read or anything so pls ignore any and all typos ty and have a nice day

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David shut off his alarm and rubbed his eyes, straightening out his spine to stretch it from the previous night’s rest. Angel still slept beside him, tangled up in the blanket with soft snores coming from their open mouth. He watched them for a bit with a fond smile for his mess of a mate. But he had a long list of things to go through before noon today, so he got up and looked around for a shirt to put on. He would probably wake Angel up in half an hour or so if they didn’t wake up on their own. But they didn’t need to be awake this early on their day off from work. He pulled on a random t-shirt before grabbing his phone and leaving the room after a kiss to Angel’s forehead. He went through his morning routine before going into the kitchen, water droplets still clinging to his hair.

He opened the fridge to stare at the large dead bird he had brining in there. Brining heightened the chances of growing bacteria, but Angel had insisted that it wouldn’t poison them because they had a superior digestive system, whatever the hell that meant. He grabbed the container to bring it out and place it into the sink. It was time to get to work, but he felt that rare urge of procrastination. So he grabbed his phone to see what his pack members were up to.

Sweetheart: Milo is overreacting.

Milo: I am NOT overreacting sweetheart. u just have to accept what you said is very concerning

Tank: whats going on

Sweetheart: I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Tank: sam help i regret asking 

Baabe: Oooh this should be good right puppy?

Asher: beef between my bf and his mate? duh

Sweetheart: Milo wont let me watch my favorite thanksgiving movie trilogy

Sam: I’m sure there’s more to it than that, if you don’t mind me saying. Also happy thanksgiving everyone.

Baabe: Awww! ty sam

Asher: yeah u 2 bud. are u doing anything fun for thamkgibbing

Milo: Sweetheart is cooking the turkey right now so they wont be able to explain how they need therapy

Tank: i need therapy after seeing the beta call thanksgiving that

Sam: I have a plan, but I need to check to see if someone is okay with it.

Tank: good luck with that

Sam: Darlin I was talking about you.

Tank: oh

Sweetheart: MILO WONT LET ME WATCH THE HUNGER GAMES SERIES

Asher: oh word?

Milo: Because thanksgiving movies are supposed to be comforting. You wanna share what you said to that with everyone sweetheart?

Sweetheart: The hunger games is comforting to me!!

Asher: ...

Baabe: ...

Sam: Oh dear...

Tank: Huh.

David turned off his phone with a snort before washing his hands and setting to work. It didn’t honestly surprise him that Sweetheart found the Hunger Games comforting. From what he had heard from Milo, the Stealth found all matter of typically disturbing media entertaining. And Tank was as oblivious as always. David expected that Sam would want to invite Tank to the Thanksgiving meal.

He heard the speaker in the kitchen sound to life and he glanced at it. He had bluetooth off on his phone, so either their neighbor connected or Angel was awake. It took a few moments before Doja Cat began blasting through the kitchen and David sighed. He loved his mate, but sometimes he wasn’t sure about their mental stability.

But he still let it play, trying to figure out which song it was. He didn’t really have a clue until a very iconic chorus showed up. And despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his lips. 

“Can you kiss me more? We’re so young, boy. We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, oh-oh~” Angel popped into the room singing along with it before going over to David to put their arms around his neck, lips puckering. David simply smiled down at them, waiting patiently. It took a few moments before Angel’s expression soured into a pout.

“Come on, Davey. I used my words already. Gimme.” They were adorable, if a bit odd. But wasn’t that one of the reasons why he loved them? 

“Playing a song doesn’t actually count as asking for a kiss, you little snot.” He replied, but relented anyways. Angel giggled into the kiss, which made it kind of awkward but he didn’t mind. It just meant they were happy, and his mate being happy sent a burst of warmth through him. “Now get off of me. We have to cook for the damn holiday.”

Sweetheart popped the spoon into their mouth, ignoring Aggro as he twined between their legs in hopes of making them drop something. Milo was standing on the other side of the apartment kitchen, his head shoved into the pantry as he searched for something. Sweetheart wasn’t entirely sure what, but they were content to let him continue. Especially since he had dissed their tastes in comforting movies. If they found watching the fall of a fascist government that killed at least 23 of their citizens every year, let them. And if it gave them hope that maybe DUMP wouldn’t overwork them one day, then so be it. Not that they would ever mention it to Milo.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you bought the marshmallows?” Milo asked, popping back up to look at his mate, who still held a spoon between their lips. They raised an eyebrow, silently asking for elaboration. They weren’t much of a talker, which was fine since Milo seemed to enjoy rambling to them. Unless it had to do with horror or their job. Then Sweetheart would talk endlessly. Or Milo tiddies. That was another one of their favorite topics. “For the sweet potato pie. It needs marshmallows or everything is all fucked up.” He explained.

Sweetheart gave the spoon one last lick before setting it down and stepping over Aggro to go search the pantry. Their taste buds lay with more savory foods, but they kept marshmallows for the colder days and hot chocolate. Or smores. Milo picked up the cat, Aggro rubbing his cheek along the line of the shifter’s jaw as Sweetheart searched.

“Tip toe, through the window. By the window, that’s where I’ll be. Come tip toe through the tulips with me.” They sang under their breath, their smile hidden from their mate. They could hear Milo’s nervous squawk and the soft meow of protest from Aggro.

“Sweetheart! You gotta stop singing cursed songs like that. Don’t ya know what happened to Tiny Tim after he sang that?” He said nervously. Sweetheart grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the lower shelf and stood up, turning to face him with a grin.

“Yeah. He died, painlessly I might add. If you ignore the whole illness thing and falling off a table.” They answered with a shrug before tossing the bag of marshmallows towards Milo. He put down Aggro quickly and just barely managed to catch them, if fumbling the catch a bit. Sweetheart giggled and went back towards the stove to continue stirring the gravy that sat inside, albeit with a new spoon this time. 

Milo moved towards the counter next to them to start decorating the sweet potato pie, a content smile replacing the nervous horrified expression of earlier. Sweetheart didn’t know which one they liked better. It probably depended on the situation if they had to hazard a guess.

“Are you sure that David knows what you and Ash plotted?” They asked calmly. Milo shrugged and Sweetheart took that as a ‘no’. This would certainly be interesting then. 

Darlin didn’t understand Thanksgiving. They knew why it was celebrated, according to the history books from school. Of course it wasn’t very often that the history books talked about the territory grab from the Wampanoag tribe, the illness that the colonists spread to them. And don’t forget about the King Philip’s War that killed 30% of colonists and half of the Native Americans in the dubbed New England. How did that end again? Darlin couldn’t remember the exact details, but they knew that the new leader was dismembered and the colonists had his head impale on a spike for display of the next 25 years. Yeah, their parents had been really happy when they decided to share that tidbit of information at a pack meal the day after Thanksgiving. 

But here they were, headed towards their mate’s house to celebrate the holiday with him. Sam had told them not to worry about bringing anything because he was from the South and had probably made more food than he knew what to do with. Darlin suspected this was another way to make sure they ate enough everyday. But they weren’t going to turn down the offer.

Darlin knocked on the door before remembering that Sam had given them a key. They knew Sam had specially tinted windows so he could have the curtains open during the day and not have to deal with the sunlight, but they still made sure to keep the door open for as short of time as possible. They kicked off their boots, hands going into their pockets before going towards the kitchen. The smells surrounding them was almost enough to have them drooling though. 

Sam stood in the kitchen, an apron tied around him and sleeves of his flannel rolled up as he put something inside of the oven and closed it. Darlin moved towards the island, taking a deep breath of the still steaming buttered rolls that sat there.

“Hey Darlin. I’m really glad you came.” Sam said softly as he walked over, rubbing his palms on the apron. Darlin reached towards the rolls, only to have the back of their palm lightly smack by Sam. They retreated their hand with an impish grin.

“You promised me food, cowboy. How could I turn that down?” Their response earned a chuckle from the Southern vampire as he pressed a quick kiss to Darlin’s cheek before returning to whatever he was making on the counter by the fridge. Darlin walked over, sniffing experimentally. It smelled strongly of cheese and pasta, so that gave them all the information they needed.

“That I did. But it doesn’t mean I’m about to let you spoil your appetite. We’re just waiting for the turkey to finish up, and that annoying green bean casserole. Honestly, I’m not that big of a fan of it, but my mother engraved the tradition of making it every year into me. So hopefully you’ll eat it.” Darlin moved towards the fridge as Sam spoke, pulling open the door. Three different types of pies. Why weren’t they surprised?

“You know I’m not that picky when it comes to food, Sam.” They responded as they closed the fridge to find an open counter space to sit on. Some kind of muffled music was playing from another room. No lyrics. It sounded kind of like lofi but... Southern-ized. Darlin didn’t know how else to describe it. Sam snorted as he nodded.

“Oh, I’m aware Darlin. The fact your fridge has more condiments than food points to you being more picky with what you put on your food than what food is there to begin with.” The shifter rolled their eyes as Sam laughed. They were pretty sure Sam was never going to let that go. They changed topics instead.

“Why are you making so much food if you don’t really eat food a lot to begin with?” They asked softly, unsure if it was the wrong thing to say. Sam shrugged, putting Darlin’s worries at ease. They didn’t know how he could do that, just a simple movement to calm them down so easily. 

“Well if there’s leftovers, then you might as well take them home with you. I’ll have no use for them, and it’s better to use food up instead of let it rot.” He answered. Darlin wasn’t surprised. It had been a ploy to give them food. They should have known. “I should have asked earlier, but is your pack doing anything for Thanksgiving?” He asked. Darlin stifled a yawn, they had stayed up too late, and shook their head. 

“Not really. Marie and David don’t see eye to eye on some of the cooking details and some of the others are visiting family in Ferris. I’m pretty sure Asher and his mate are going to crash David’s meal time. Maybe Milo and Stealth too. I’m not sure, I didn’t really ask.” Darlin left out that the last time the pack had gotten a pack-wide Thanksgiving was when Gabe was still alive. It wasn’t something they liked to talk about. 

“Marie?” Sam asked curiously. Darlin clicked their tongue.

“Milo’s mom. You met her a couple times. She’s got that east coast accent too, gives off soccer mom vibes.” Darlin explained and Sam nodded, recognition sparking in his expression. He took off the apron a few moments later before moving toward his knife block and pulling one out. 

“Do me the honors of carving up the turkey? It’ll be done in a few minutes.” Sam asked. Darlin nodded and got off the counter to take the knife. They paused a moment before looking at Sam quietly. He stayed quiet too, letting Darlin gather up their thoughts.

“Thanks for inviting me, Sam. It... means a lot.” They finally said. Sam smiled and kissed their forehead. 

“Of course. The near whole damn point of today is spending time with family, blood related or chosen, and being thankful you’re able to.”

“Baabe! Come on! I said I was sorry!” Asher complained from where he sat on the floor. He was carefully on the other side of the plastic knives that lay out the end of the living room and beginning of the kitchen. Baabe stared at him from the other side, arms crossed over their chest. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix the fact that you ate the fucking turkey, Ash!’ They replied. They had gotten the last turkey in the whole damn store and left it running under water to thaw before going out to run a few more errands. And in that time, Asher had decided to conduct the experiment to see if raw turkey eaten in his wolf form would taste better that roasted turkey eaten in his human form. So now it was the day of Thanksgiving and they were without a turkey. Sure, they could make ham or something, but they didn’t have that either. The two of them had gone through a busy week so neither had time to actually prepare for it.

“Okay okay, I get it. But what do we do now?” Asher whined, twirling a stand of his hair around his finger as he pouted. He had been banished from the kitchen after his stunt. And for good reason. Baabe paced along the length of the kitchen floor, thinking. They certainly couldn’t have Thanksgiving here. And they weren’t going to their parents house. Holidays with parents was a stress they weren’t going to take on right now. 

“Is David doing a pack Thanksgiving or anything?” They asked, turning to face their mate. A shadow quickly passed over Asher’s eyes for a moment before he shook his head. 

“Nah. It’s just him and his mate. Why?” Asher asked. Baabe sighed, tossing that plan out the window.

“If he was, we coulda just gone. But since he’s not, it’s not like we can just crash.” Baabe explained. Both of them stayed where they were, thinking. Slowly, a smirk spread across Asher’s face and he stood up, still not crossing over the plastic knife barrier.

“Unless we get an invitation.” He said slowly. Baabe looked at him, confused, and he continued. “We could ask his mate if we could come over and get an invitation from them. And because his mate invited us, Davey can’t turn us away.” Baabe paused before grinning and moving towards the knife barrier, kicking a few out of the way. Asher made a happy sound as he wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist to press a kiss to each cheek. 

“Okay, but if we show up alone, David’s going to know something’s up. What if we invite Tank and Sam, and Milo and Stealth?” They asked. Asher shook his head.

“Tank’s having Thanksgiving with Sam. Plus it’ll be hard for Sam to get out of his house. But I can text Milo and ask him.”

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Asher rang the doorbell, a tub of whipped cream in hand. Baabe stood beside him as Milo and his mate stood behind them. The door opened to reveal David’s annoyed face. 

“You all are scheming bastards.” He said before pulling the door wider open and stepping inside. Milo carried a sweet potato pie, decorated with marshmallows while his mate carried a container of gravy. They entered and Baabe stifled a laugh at all the fake turkey feathers that were thrown everywhere. Angel skipped over, a grin placed on their face.

“Happy Thanksgiving!”

[intersexfairy]

using tumblr as a journal for a moment. parents just gaslit the fuck out of me i think. its a long disorganized rant becaus ei cant fucking process whatever the hell just happened.

i came back from an appt with my GP and came home to tell my parents about it. he referred me to a new cardio and gave me a referral for neurosurgey. so. i tell my parents. and they barely reply. so i keep asking if they understand how serious this is, why they wont reply.

it turns into lecturing me about how i need to do more around the house. how i need to lose weight. they use any example of me doing anything to ask why im not doing chores. they demand i use what little energy i have on housework. i asked if i was selfish and they basically affirmed. my dad told me to stop focusing on all these doctors and go get a job.

i told them i have nerve damage. everything i do hurts. i told them im being evaluated for a serious disorder wiht ptoentailly fatal complications. i told them the time they DENIED ME MEDICAL CARE, i partially dislocated my knee, and my PT says so. they. just kept. attacking me. they always bring up the "we can't take care of you forever" "what are you gonna do when we're gone" and i told them i'd suffer bc i can't take care of myself and their frustration with having to take care of me (WHICH THEY BARELY FUCKING DO) is their burden. they chose to be parents.

my dad told me he didnt sign up to be a parent. he didnt sign up to take care of me for life because he has to take care of my mom (also doesnt do that either). im a fucking dead beat child to them. i was crying in front of them. my dad demands i do a family session and wants a release to talk to my therapist. when i said i wanted privacy and i dont trust him, he said he has a right to my medical records if he has to take care of me. he said maybe i need someone to decide what's right for me if i keep making bad decisions.

i kept trying to walk away and they kept saying not t walk away, we're not walking away, i told them i didnt want to talk and they guilted me, manipulated me, made me feel like i was the bad guy. my dad said i'm just lazy and i'm choosing to not be able to do things like chores.

i finally got fed up and took my laptop/etc. to my room. shut myself in here and now im trying to get high or incapactiated. got tehrapy tonight. 5:30pm est. fuck everthing

[seoafin]

I think Akutami is just going for a tragic end. Like, it's obvious he hates Gojo, and ending the series with Gojo being the last standing would add even more to the "Throughout the Heaves and earth, he alone is the strongest."

Which SUCKS bc even gojo wanted the kids to get strong!!! He wanted strong allies so he WONT be alone!!! Akutami could have kept him in there longer, and have the kids actually do something, since they couldn't fall back on gojo anymore. I wish Yuji had that win against Mahito, instead of Kenjaku just absorbing him like a Pokémon. Or better yet, NOBARA. LET HER GET A WIN. SHE COULDVE WON, AND SHE SHOULDVE. Killing off Yuki, for what? Sidelining shoko and miwa and every other female character except Maki?

And what was the point of the culling games? Bringung in military forces? If Gege has a plan and is somehow able to tie this all together I'll be impressed. But only if he finally utilizes his female characters the way they should have always been, like he did for Maki. He did SO good with her, what happened to the rest?

Sorry I'm still ranting, but to add on to Akutami's misuse of his female characters-- Shouldn't women in the jjk universe have an advantage?

Momo was talking about how woman in jjk need to be perfect, just to be accepted. Disobedient woman in the zenin clan can have their mouths sewed shut. Adding in the general woes of being a woman, wouldn't that lend for greater storage or a more unique type of cursed energy?

Add THAT onto what our female characters have faced. Miwa lost Mechamaru, and she even tried to go up against Kenjaku even when he warned against it. And he almost used that Uzumaki cursed thing (i believe) on her. Her brother is in one of the colonies. (Honestly I feel she's one of the most underutilized characters). Nobara isn't from a great clan like Megumi or freakishly fast and strong like Yuji, even if we haven't seen I'm sure she has some problems with feeling left behind, that little girl in her still searching for a grand escape, her Saori. Momo already has spoken of the troubles of women sorcerers, so I'm sure she's been battling this image and ideal for a while. Do I even need to mention Maki and Mai?

NO BUT I DO NEED TO MENTION SHOKO.

"I was there too you bastards." Like??? She was in the generation with the two greatest sorcerers! She bore witness to it all!! What about Riko??? The Star plasma vessel, who im sure wouldve completed the trio of the strongest sorceres had she lived, and then there's Shoko, again.

Why is it that even when Akutami uses his female cast they always end up as some sort of character growth or regression or stepping stool for the male cast? Yuki and choso. Riko and gojo/geto. Kenjaku and Tengen (who I think is female). Angel and Megumi. TSUMIKI and Megumi. Nobara and Yuji. Like????

no i agree it just doesn't make sense. like is the whole point of jjk not gojo ushering a new age with strong allies??? why would akutami bring him back when the students have barely begun to actually do anything without gojo's help. AND NOBARA'S STILL NOT BACK???? ig this is confirmation that she's never coming back ugh. akutami killing off characters when he has no more use for them is so detrimental to the narrative. i truly believe nanami should've survived. but oh well :/

i just feel like his unboxing reiterates how dependent everything is around gojo! it's to the extent that other characters begin to become static because of how much everything revolves around gojo's strength. i was really looking forward to the students getting more of a spotlight.

the thing about akutami is that im pretty sure it's not even as intentional as other mangakas. akutami follows a pretty perfunctory story structure and when it comes to utilizing his characters he seeks to have his characters perform a single purpose and then when he doesn't need them they're gone. instead of dynamic characters we get flat characters or they just die before they ever really get a chance to shine (nanami). it sucks all around tbh but i do think gojo is going to die. akutami's kinda sick like that so. i'd also rather gojo die than any students LOL

[sllhouettedreams]

A LOT of people can relate to crowley because his doubt in God manifested as rebellion and apostasy. Ive not talked to a high number of good omens fans but i can't imagine a lot of devout christians are a hardcore fans of it (or neil gaiman in general lbr). Crowley is immediately relatable bc his religious trauma is made of the same stuff as most fans.

But aziraphale shows the other side to Doubt and that's just incessant faith. He believes in God's Plan even when he doubts it. Even when it hurts innocent people because he believes that god will do good.

As for the heaven and archangel side of things like..I think a lot of people blame aziraphale for the end of s2 without realizing that... both crowley and aziraphales relationship with heaven mirrors that of an abusive parent/family.

I mean we all saw gabriel tell (who he thought was) aziraphale to shut up and die. This was ONE instance we were able to see of Aziraphale being given punishment. He mentions in Paris about heaven admonishing him for 'frivolous miracles' when crowley asks him why he didnt just leave the prison himself. Like. there are so many jokes about 'paperwork' for being discorporated and well. Theres something to be said for aziraphale being more willing to deal with the aftermath of being beheaded and needing a new body than to unlock his cuffs and save himself and risk upstairs citing him again.

Then there was the whole gabriel bringing sandalphon to the bookshop and using interrogation tactics on him (blocking the exit, putting sandalphon at his back, etc). The angels are so quietly malicious- "there are no back channels, michael"- right before michael phones a demon in hell. Like!! They might be inept when it comes to humanity but they hide their cruelty so well.

Like. I dont really have the words to make this all convincing and proper or whatever and im sure someones said it before and better with more examples but like

If you think of both of them as a victim of abuse, it puts it all into perspective doesnt it? The effects of abuse are so different for everyone especially when its abuse from family. Aziraphale has only ever wanted to appease heaven and do good by them that when given the chance to do the most good he jumped right on it. Heaven has sunk its claws deep into aziraphale to use as a tool. And aziraphale doesnt even realize! Bc if he werent "doing good" then he'd have been cast out like crowley had been, right?!

And Crowley was completely cut off from heaven for asking a few questions! He remembers what heaven was like and thinks there are a number of similarities between the two. Hes been utterly convinced of his wickedness. He will not ever return not even with the promise of forgiveness. He HAS seen that heaven is "toxic" because of the absurd reason he was cast out in the first place. He was a starmaker who asked questions!! And god was what. Annoyed at being challenged?

Crowley got out because he was cast out, aziraphale hasnt been granted that luxury and wont take those steps bc who knows if the punishment will be a simple Fall or annihilation or outer darkness there doesnt seem to be any set standard. And also aziraphale still loves god and doing good and to fall would mean to be cut off from all of that to have to go to hell and do the exact opposite. If he can just change things, if he could get the other archangels to see,

Well he hasnt quite discovered that heaven works exactly how its intended to and would need to be torn down before it can be rebuilt into something like aziraphale wishes it to be

Idk i get why its easy to blame aziraphale but. Idk ive been where hes at. Like. Not specifically and angel trying to rewrite heaven but. As a child of religious parents who were also terribly abusive people. I think its unfair that people are saying he should grovel and is wrong and whatever. I dont think crowley would even want that....

Idk im just thinking v hard about good omens its taking over my life. This is probably incomprehensible im just. SAD bc i love both aziraphale and crowley and for aziraphale to be given so much shit when it isnt entirely on him just makes me emotional ok 😔

[ameri-blog]

Mi secreto (Scientist AU!)

Quick note: i js wanted to thank you guys for 50 likes on my first post about him but yeah thats all. And also this was like before he became spider man so no fangs or talons, sorry.😞

Warnings; I don’t think theres anything that might need warnings but slight smut?

“Aye mi amorrr! Cómo te extrañé.” The lady basically throwing herself over Miguel said loudly. You flinch on your chair that was infront of your computer and turn around to stare at her with an annoyed look on your face which Miguel seemed to notice.

“Don’t be so rude Dana, I share this lab with other people, remember?” He teased, he held onto the lady’s hips, knowing that you were watching.

“Okay i get it, you guys are totallyyy happily married. Now will you please go, Mrs. O’Hara” you scoffed, you were staring at her with your eyes narrowed and a finger pointed to the exit door.

“Ugh fine y/n, just cause you can’t have something, doesn’t mean you have to bring down others” Dana, Miguel’s wife angrily says as she heads towards the door. “Oh and Miguel, don’t forget, I wont be able to come home at all today since i have to go visit a long time friend. Bye honey!”

“Bye honey” You mocked once she left the door. You were jealous even though you knew that Miguel didn’t actually love her anymore.

“Jealous, y/n?” Miguel spoke, his face tilted a bit as he leaned against a table that had test tubes and computers on it. He knew you were jealous, he only acted that way with his unfaithful wife because he loved pissing you off.

“You wish, O’Hara. Even if I was, I can’t show it in our workplace. You made that very clear this morning.”

“and yet, you still can’t seem to follow simple instructions. I know I fucked you like the dumb slut you are but, I didnt know I made you even dumber by doing that” He grumbled under his breathe as he slowly walked towards you.

Your gaze follow every movement his body made as he walked towards you. The way his hair slightly moved, the way his smirk became bigger and the way he was just existing. To you, he was just so annoyingly perfect.

“Oh shut up, you said to act like we were friends when we were but even that is odd. We were always arguing so if one day we act like friends then it would be weird.” You sighed loudly. You turned back around to hide the fact that you were absolutely admiring him the whole time. You began to work on your computer again.

You were annoyed and jealous but you couldnt help but remember what happened last night…

~flashback to last night~

Your head was fuzzy, sweat drops going down your face, cheeks flushed, legs and knees against your chest, skin slapping and moans were the only noises that were in that room. He was causing all of that to happen.

“I hate you so much for this, O’Hara” You mumbled between loud moans escaping from your dry mouth. You were struggling to breathe already so talking made it worse. Before you could moan again, the big hand that was wrapped around your neck had tightened.

Miguel purred, “your body is saying something else”. He was bullying his girthy penis into your cunt, pulling it out almost all the way by just leaving his tip inside then harshly slamming his hips onto your ass. He let go of your neck and held onto the back of your knees. Even if he let go of your neck, you were still lightheaded from being cut off from some air for a while.

You knew deep down that it was wrong to be doing this on the same bed he shared with his own wife. You both knew that she tried to cheat on him before but it didn’t work. However, you still felt guilty doing this because you always acted like you hated him when you were paired up to work together in the lab but now all of a sudden, you were getting fucked by him on his bed that he shared with his wife.

You would have to worry about that later because right now, Miguel is using you like his own personal fuck-toy that he could fuck however, whenever and wherever he wants.

He kept thrusting his girthy cock into your cunt, pressing your legs close to your chest, looking down as he watches his cock leave and enter your dripping, wet, swollen pussy. He watched in admiration as your thighs twitched, your back arched and whiny loud moans escaped from your mouth.

“Last round..i promise” Miguel whispered into your ear before softly nibbling on the tip of it.

He pulled his face away from your ears and caged your whole body in-between his arms and onto the bed. He pressed his body onto the back of your thighs to push your legs onto your chest, While the rest of your legs were over his shoulders.

His thrusts got sloppier and sudden with no rhythm, his breathe getting heavier yet quicker at the same time.

“Im close” you breathed out as you tried to use your legs over his shoulders to pull him in closer to kiss him but you couldn’t. You whined softly, you desperately needed to kiss him.

Miguel noticed you desperate attempt to kiss him and quickly changed the position of your legs and wrapped them around his hips as he continued to sloppily thrust into you.

He kissed you roughly. He kissed you like you were just there to fuck and not because he loved you but, it still felt like he was hungry for your lips. You were both so into the kiss that you both failed to notice that you already reached your climaxes at the same time.

Eventually you both had to break apart from the kiss to catch your breathes. You both were breathing unevenly and quickly. You and him looked down at the same time to find eachothers’ bodily fluids dripping down eachother. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Miguel pulled his cum covered cock out, cum was dripping out of your pussy slowly.

You slowly sit up on the edge of his bed and looked up at him. He still looked so attractive even while he was sweating and his hair was all messy. His body was glazed with sweat and marks that you had left him from the previous rounds.

“Don’t just stare, hermosa” he cooed as he took small step forward and lifted your chin up.

“I would let you go home but your whole body is weak and sticky” He whispered in your ear before he picked you up softly and walked away from his bed and into his bathroom.

~present~

You felt someone blowing cold air onto the back of your neck which made you slightly jump before you mutter some curses under your breathe. You still hadn’t turned around since you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your angry face.

“Mi vida, no seas tan celosa”

“Eres como un niño inmaduro. Siempre tratas de encontrar maneras de hacerme enojar.” You bickered

You were so tired of him already teasing you the whole day and when his wife came, it just made your whole mood worse. He had told you first thing in the morning when he saw you already at the shared lab that both of you worked in, ‘we’re going to act like how we did before that whole mess yesterday. Maybe we can even be friends? After all, we only did that cause i was mad and needed to release stress’ you were sad to hear that you were only there for him to use but its not like you ever had a chance to date him.

“Pobre bebé, tan celosa y enojada”. Miguel knew just how to get under your skin. He’s done it before multiple times and he’ll continue to do it. However, he only did it before because he was trying to hide how badly he wanted to fuck you but now he did it so you could get riled all and then he can fuck you until you forget all about how mad you were. You had only fucked once but he wanted more now.

“Maldito idiota” you gritted through your teeth. You loved arguing with him before but now, after last night, it was different, it just felt like he was messing with you.

“Don’t be so mad at me y/n, I really do love you. I just have to pretend like I still love her you know? I can’t just divorce her immediately after finding out she tries cheating on me. I have to keep acting like this.” His voice softens when he tells you that.

You decided to pretend to ignore him, even if his words meant something to you and made your heart, stomach and mind flutter.

Miguel doesn’t like being ignore so he spins you around on your chair and makes you look at him.

“Y/n, please, perdóname, Mi vida.” He mumbled before immediately kissing your neck softly. Whispering sweet nothings in between kisses. You hated him for knowing how to get under your kiss and also how to make you feel better.

“Just cause we argued all the time before and I acted like I hated you, I never once actually thought that. I’ve always loved you, It sounds wrong because im married but atleast I never made a move on you until I figured out my wife tried to cheat on me” He groaned while still kissing your neck softly and picking you up from your check and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I-I believe you, O’Hara. I’ve always liked you too but you can’t just say that you love me and fondle another woman like that in front of me. Even if shes your wife” You whine while he placed you on your desk softly, you kept your legs wrapped around his waist but also your arms around his neck. You pulled his face closer and kissed him, the kiss was filled with passion and love.

After a bit of kissing, you both ran out of breathe and pulled away to catch your breathes.

“¿quieres ser mi secreto?” He questioned as he looked into your needy eyes full with love. He wanted nothing more than to just have you be his and let him be yours, even if it was a secret for now.

“Obvio” you cooed before giving a small peck on his cheek and giggling while your arms and legs were still wrapped around him.

“Perfect, then how about we continue where we left off of last night?”

I hate this so much!!! I can’t write even if my life depended on it. But y’all should totally give me requests!!!

[valeriefauxnom]

Day 15 of Scaling the Walls of a Mystery Art!

With all the seriousness of late, it's always nice to have something more lighthearted, as this scene served for this chapter! Chelle seemed to hint at one time that she appreciates having another sister so that she is not completely drowned in the sea of brothers that comprise the rest of the Alberian royal fam, so I used that to synthesize a fun little sister expedition (even if they eventually roped Nedrick to do the hard work as Chelle would be wont to do)!

I was also glad I was finally able to bring back Bearen, the very important stuffed animal that's been kicking around my head somewhere since chapter 3 or so? I always intended to bring it back, but finally found a perfect opportunity at this time to help ease some tensions before we jumped right back into the thick of it!

Relevant exert:

“Good boy, Neddy, and for that trick you deserve a nice treat. Here, have a chocolate, -Beren-made, of course,-as a sort of eventual thanks on his part for your role in delivering his present.” Chelle had brought one along, just in case Zethia needed a bit more tempting than planned, but it would serve just as well for Nedrick marching to her tune and soothe any of his grumpiness at being played. Sure enough, he snatched that, too, grumbling all the way out about this and that. That left them laughing in the room at the scene. And honestly, though she would never admit to it, that was the ultimate motive for this ploy, long in the works, to be sprung now.  It was all merely a way to bring Zethia a bit of joy and reprieve from her worries as Auspex and sibling both.  And in that regard, Chelle had succeeded brilliantly, judging from how Zethia’s face grew redder from laughing so much for perhaps the first time in quite a bit.

Day 3 of a countdown for a new chapter! I think I'll be able to post it with the last picture!

As a last minute teaser, here's an additional tiny bit:

There he was, sitting all nice and innocently in a tavern with some old pals from days past, when this fancy-looking dude bearing the emblem of the crown walked in. Honestly, Ranzal’s first thought was that maybe the tavern had been up to something shady and the state was starting to throw its legal weight around, maybe give some fines or shut the place down entirely.  His next thought, when the messenger decided to start heading in Ranzal’s direction was: Oh crap, did I break a law or somethin’ accidentally at that party?

[marunalu]

Sorry,i just really sad and afraid that Horikoshi throw DFO in window. Meanwhile i saw one YouTuber who states that citizens will be in danger and also Inko Midoriya. And that moment will appear Hisashi Midoriya (who is regular guy by his theory and not AFO) and will save everyone. Now fear this theory will be true. I fear that AFO will not manage to reach Shigaraki or smth like that... fear fear and fear

Hori pretty much debunked long ago the possebility for hisashi to be a normal office guy. He said that we, the readers WONT be dissapointed by "the reveal", so he will not be a nobody. He isnt a hero, because 1. If he was izuku wouldnt be able to shut up about him and 2. Why should a japanese hero work as such in america and not in his own home country? America already has way more heroes in their arsenal. And lets say for a moment hisashi is a normal guy, HOW is he supposed to return to japan, when the manga made clear that right now no country allows flights to or from japan, because its to dangerous? How is hisashi "with a fire quirk" supposed to return, if he cant fly or teleport home or whatever? How is it that he still hasnt tried to contact his family by calling them or at least send them a postcard to make sure they are safe? Hisashi is supposed to be in america and WHO was shown in his main base in new york when he was introduced to us for the first time? Thats right, AFO!

The only thing I agree with is that something will happen to inko (kidnapping and evtl. Making it look like as if she died), because afos spies are inside ua and one of them watched izuku and inko hug each other with a grin on his face and thinking something like "yeah, that way we can win". And WHO asked the aoyamas to bring inko to him (the 40 year old macallan) even BEFORE he asked for izuku (the 16 year old macallan)? Right, ALSO AFO!

Also right now, my crack theory is that the afo we see fighting in gunga isnt the real one but something like a clone (it would be a parallel to garaki having a clone too) and the true afo (hisashi) actually NEVER left america and still chills there in front of his computer and potatofied and ONLY in the last chapter, after afo (the clone) "died" and the battle is won, hisashi will return home and at first nothing looks suspicious, but the manga ends with showing us the holes inside his palms and only we readers will realize who he truly is, but neither izuku nor inko or someone else. Afo made everybody believe he is dead for good, so he can return home as hisashi and finally retire from his villain life like he once said he wants to. Crack I know, but I kinda like it.

[marengogo]

I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR THIS INTERRUPTION TO MY USUAL CONTENT 😌

I was gonna wait a bit longer, but with Hobi leaving tomorrow, I want to concentrate on that, and never have to bring this up after tonight, also I really did think it would all stop last week TBH

Wish I could have had a tête-a-tete with you, @mrs-monaghan, also sorry I tagged you but I am a nobody you don't know and I don't trust DMs, I've recently had one person disappear and because I trust people too much, I didn't SC convos, so I just thought, let me cut to the chase! but I was at work and as you so kindly pointed out, I need to focus when speaking to you, since you couldn't understood what I wrote in my reblog. Alas, english is not my first language, but we are going to make due, I am sure. Even without a translator, right? If not I'd suggest google, it is free and can work sometimes!

Speaking of free resources, the internet has a lot of them, such as dictionaries. Remember how I called you Ms Bla bla bla? Yeah, all that talking for a whole week yet, for the life of me, I coulnd't understand how you could keep misusing the word "bullying". It was just so jarring! Like Gurl! It's not that hard, no cap, I've held this in for like a week now, because I didn't know how to find the correct english words, but I think I have them now so I can finally let it out! Also I thought I'd start Monday with you not misusing that word anymore, but... I promise! Let me help, this is one of the few english words I know the meaning like the back of my hand!

BULLYING - seek to harm, intimidate, or coerce (someone perceived as vulnerable)

Definitions can be hard by themselves, I know learning english was a mission for me! So let me add examples:

If you ever talk about Tae I'll find you and i will break your fingers so bad, you won't be able to write a comment in your life

You worthless double-faced minion, shut the fuck up about Tae

You don't know what you are saying, take it back. You know you are wrong, you can't be thinking like that; there is no way you think you are right?

Does it make sense? If I, for example, decided to block some accounts which, for example, I know were hella double-faced, it was for me. Were any of the blocked told to change their minds? NO. Where they attacked be me explaining why they were blocked? NO. Would it be my fault trying to think about how every person on this planet could perceive my decision? NO. Feel however the fuck you want to feel, but if my mind perceives it to be toxic, I will not stay in toxicity, so I will not have you around me with that shit, is that so hard to understand? Like damn!

A conversation is had between 2 or more people, and believe it or not, people have the right to refuse to talk to you if they don't want to, and in your case you were ACTUALLY given a reason! WHAT MORE DO Y'ALL NEED? People are going to start WW3 with my decision how is that on me? Please. In the same way you, right now, can decide to reply to this post, not, to talk about me in your blog, WHATEVER, it is entirely up to you. Do you! And I can assure you I'll do me. keep going on and on and on and on and on and on misusing the word "bullying" I wont' stop caring because the relief I feel now that I've pointed out it's misuse; I'm ready to learn more english words!!

Tho, part of me would like to have a conversation with you, but I'm so concerned you will not understand anything I say so I can but feel sorry and apologetic. Whereas, on my side, I understood EVERYTHING you've said in your post the past week, and misuse of the word "bullying" aside, I swear it's been a minute since I've encountered someone whom has convinced themselves so hard that they are right, it is kinda scary. Last time it was in a K-drama named the Glory; Park Yeon-Jin. The verbal onslaught resemblance is uncanny if you haven't watched the glory you should, it's amazing!.

Anyways, I just wanted to correct the use of the word, for the rest you are entitled to your opinion so I don't care; definitions though are NOT opinions. I 👏🏾 CAN'T 👏🏾 STRESS 👏🏾 THAT 👏🏾 ENOUGH 👏🏾. Ayte? I'm sure you are well, I'm sure you've surrounded yourself with people you can trust why am I even saying this? Maybe I am being manipulated into saying this? Or maybe not? Which is it??..., so I don't need to wish you to stay healthy, which is correct english for "be well" right? Don't worry, if you ever reply to me, and whenever I reply to you cause to be fair I've had Anons waiting for months, and I am being unfair to them I promise my english will be better!

Always respectfully, and crassily not a word I know yours,

Marengo.

PS - feel free to call me whatever the fuck you want, but calling Megan the Stallion, Lizzo? What have they ever done to you? 👀 Like gurl ...