#im up way too late and im so fucking angry and hurt and i started getting sick yesterday and i want to pass out and i should

[itgetzweird08]

Part one

“..go out with me”

Your breathing hitched, indicating that you hadn’t been asleep all this time. You turned to face him then, flipping on your side in his bed to get a better look at his face. Even in the dark you could see the strong outline of his jaw and his messy blonde hair. He stared up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head, and shrugged. “I mean, why not? We’re practically dating anyways” he followed up, vermillion eyes glancing down at you. “Any reason you’re asking me this now?” You whispered, moving slowly as you shifted closer to place your head on his chest.

This time, his breath stuttered.

Moving slowly, as if you were a flighty deer ready to run at any moment, he moved his hand from behind his head to on top of yours. His fingers gently played in your hair. He breathed a shaky breath, completely stripped of his usual hard shell. He was completely vulnerable to you in this moment. “When I was lying there on the battlefield..all I could think about was your stupid face.” He grimaced, stiffening a bit at the memory. You placed a hand on his chest, tracing circles with your thumb. He exhaled with a shaky breath. “I was bleeding out, all these fucking holes in me, and one of the only things I could think of was how angry I was at myself for not being able to man up and ask you out properly. I waited too long and everything’s a mess now. The city is a fucking wreck, we’re on lockdown..and I had a whole plan too. I was gonna take you to that noodle shop you like with the stupid name. And now I can’t, because it’s too late and now I might fucking die before I ever got the chance-“

You pressed a soft kiss to the new scar that peaked out from his black tank top, causing his words to get stuck in his throat.

“Take a breath..” you told him softly. He obeyed, breathing in air and blowing out his tension.

“It’s okay, B. You’re okay. I was mad too. I was so mad at myself for not being able to protect you when you got hurt, not being able to move a little bit faster and push you out of the way. I was mad that you might die before I got the chance to tell you how much I like you..” he smirked at your words, smug covering up his giddiness. “You like me?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and moving to shift away from him out of feigned annoyance. But he wrapped an arm around you waist and pulled you closer.

“I like you too nerd…a fuckton”

You couldn’t help but smile, sinking deeper into his hold as you breathed him in. And for a moment, you felt untouchable in here. Despite the looming threat of war, the scorching flames of the world outside, you were safe in his arms. You wished you could stay like this forever. A yawn left you as your eyes began to droop, and time seemed to come to a slow stop.

It was silent for a moment, as you both began to drift off before a question came into your mind. Despite your drowsy state, you couldn’t help but smile as you asked

“…so if you like me, does that mean you’ll admit that Oodles of Noodles is a fantastic name for a noodle shop-“

“Go to sleep, shithead.”

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Ps: im starting to do requests! So if you have an idea for me, go ahead and put it in my asks <3

[oaksgrove]

hi love! I hope you're doing alright ♡

im here to request a tiny, little angsty piece. I can picture John being so, so tired from work that he just can't stand being touched, but his beloved needs it so badly, so they go for it (holding his hand) —don't get them wrong, they always ask! but they also had a bad day. John snaps, accidentally smacking their hand away.

little angst, with John comforting withdrawn neurodivergent reader after he accidentally snaps at them, which turns into them comforting each other because "you're tired - no, you are tired", until John moves to seek their touch himself

Tired.

Pairing: John Price x Neurodivergent!Reader

Synopsis: Some days are too much. Too loud, too bright, too sharp. When the world presses in, you don’t need grand gestures. You just need John to understand.

Warning: Sensory overload, brief miscommunication/startled response, hurt/comfort, soft reconciliation

The kettle was screaming again.

High-pitched. Piercing. It had only just started, but it dragged across your nerves like nails on glass. You stood frozen in the doorway of the kitchen, jumper sleeves stretched down past your hands and gripped tight in your fists.

It was just a kettle.

But it wasn’t.

The hallway light was flickering again, same as yesterday, the bulb stuttering in the corner of your vision. The drawer next to the stove was open again—your carefully organized cutlery now out of order, one large spoon stuffed awkwardly into the teaspoon slot like a mistake you couldn’t fix. And the boots—

Thud. Thud. Thud.

John’s heavy steps across the kitchen floor, back and forth, back and forth like a pacing bear in a too-small cage. He was muttering again, voice low but rough with frustration.

“Fucking brass—changing the op schedule last minute—bloody nightmare—”

You winced.

You weren’t scared of him. Never had been. But the noise, the pressure, the weight of it all pressing down around your shoulders—it was too much today. Too loud. Too bright. Too off.

You didn’t even realize you’d whispered his name until his voice cut through the air, sharp and fast.

“What?” he snapped, turning with a furrowed brow, hand half-raised in mid-gesture.

It wasn’t loud. Not really.

But it cracked something in you.

Your whole body stiffened. Like a rubber band stretched too thin. Your shoulders drew up high and your chin tucked down, sleeves clenched in your fists, throat closing up.

John stopped.

Instantly.

His face changed—brows falling, mouth parting with regret blooming like a bruise behind his eyes.

“Shit—no, love—wait—” he stepped toward you quickly, one hand out, then hesitated, hovering like he didn’t want to crowd you. “I didn’t mean that. Christ, I’m sorry.”

You said nothing. You looked down.

And that was somehow worse.

“I was just—” he started again, then cut himself off with a frustrated sound, softer this time. “Fuck, I was bein’ a right bastard.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he said.

You tried to breathe. The room felt too big and too tight all at once. The kettle shrieked one last time before clicking off. Still too late.

“I didn’t mean to be in your way,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just—everything’s loud today. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

John stared at you. His mouth twitched like he was about to argue—but then he caught himself. He crouched a little in front of you instead, like he was trying to shrink himself. His voice lowered.

“You’re not makin’ it worse. I am,” he admitted. “I know when I get like this—loud, angry—I make things heavier. And you’re carryin�� too much as it is.”

You didn’t answer. Not right away.

Just tried to unknot your fingers from your sleeves.

“I don’t always have the words,” you said finally, voice thin. “Some days I just… can’t talk properly. Or explain why everything feels so sharp.”

John’s gaze dropped to your hands, your tight shoulders, the way you were trying so hard to regulate even as your body rebelled against the room.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “Not to me.”

You looked at him. A flicker of disbelief passed across your face.

“I’m not good at being…” you trailed off. “Easy. Or quiet. Or normal.”

John’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow.

“I didn’t marry you because I wanted normal,” he said. “I married you because you feel like home.”

A beat of silence. The flickering light still buzzed. But it felt dimmer now—like the world had shifted, just slightly, around him.

“You’re tired,” you said softly. “You’ve been pacing since you got back.”

His mouth tugged into a wry smile. “No, you’re tired.”

You blinked. “Okay. We’re both tired.”

He huffed a warm, half-laugh. Then—very carefully—he leaned his forehead against your chest. Not heavy, just enough for you to feel the quiet weight of him.

“You always let me come back,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Even when I act like a grumpy sod.”

Your hand came up without thinking. Just resting gently in his hair. Fingers threading through the soft, short strands at his crown.

“I love you,” you said quietly. “Even when you’re a grumpy sod.”

He exhaled. His arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” he murmured. “Sorry for making today harder.”

“You didn’t,” you whispered. “You just startled me. That’s all.”

You held each other for a long while—standing in the middle of the kitchen, kettle off, boots stilled, lights flickering quietly above. Nothing had changed. But everything had softened.

And when John eventually pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead, he didn’t say anything more.

He just reached over, finally closed the drawer the proper way, and turned off the light.

“C’mon, love,” he said gently. “Let’s go sit down. I’ll make you tea.”

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[cvnt4him]

sassy deku >>> (big ass forehead)

YK YOU WRONG FOR TALKING AB MY MAN LIKE THAT HES GORGEOUS HIS FOREHEAD IS PERFECT THE WAY IT IS.

N YKW? IM AB TO MAKE A FULL THING TOO. CAN WE TALK AB THE HEAD THING THO??? LIKE HUH LIKE THAT PARAGRAPH IS MIND BLOWING.

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Getting an attitude w sassy men

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M. izuku.

You and izuku never really get into fights so when you randomly got an attitude w him you better believe he got pissed. He's so sweet and nice to you under all circumstances whatsoever, he doesn't want to disrespect you at all but God lately you've just been getting on his nerves. The way you bitch around and yell at him like he exploded the sun.

"are you fucking kidding me izuku? Like are you genuinely insane. I just cannot with you."

You scoff and yell at him with an angry tone.

He rolls his eyes and ignores you, you've really just been so annoying. Like God why can't you simply shut up and suck his cock. Like he's been through so much in his life and this so what he gets in return?

"yeah okay bitch."

"excuse me?!"

"you fucking heard me, you've literally been bitching all day over some shit I had nothing to do with like I just can't. I've saved all of Japan and instead of getting a loving girlfriend to cook and clean for me you're sitting here being a whiney little bitch."

He spat venom with every word that left his beautifully pink tinted lips, his eyes squinted at you with spite. The way he spoke stunned you, you were frozen in shock. You're sweet loving boyfriend who'd never raise his voice at you or even attempt to hurt your feelings,

Tears welled in your eyes as you were blinded by the forming tears, blinking heavily trying to bat away the tears that were starting to become present. Izuku never got angry or even attempted to fight with you, he hated the guilty feeling he'd always feel and not djd you make him feel it.

You made him sleep on the couch for a couple of nights, the main reason he actually stayed on the couch was because he felt he deserved it after what he'd said and how hed spoken to you. Izukus kother would be so disappointed in him. The words that left his mouth were misogynistic and ugly, he wasn't that kind of person, but for some reason you brought out the bad in him.

There was also the good. You knew how to make him laugh, smile, feel oh so good. So why had he been so mean to you lately. He wished he knew.

Izuku came knocking on your shared room door waiting for you to say something, anything. It'd been so long since he'd heard your voice, since you'd spoken to him directly.

"come in."

A soft voice was heard through the wooden door as he practically pushed the door down trying to hurriedly open it to get to you. He gulped out of fear, afraid of what you'd say to him, how you'd feel if you looked at him. He hated himself for what he said, and he wanted to apologize.

You looked at him with sad eyes, you were under the cover hiding your face at first. It felt so good to see your beautiful face after so long. He sighed at your gorgeous features, your lips in a pouty frown and your hair a mess. You looked good no matter what.

"my pretty girl..."

He whispered to you, rushing to your side. He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure as you did the same, he moved the cover on top of the both of you and cuddled you. He buried his face in your neck planting little fast kisses everywhere.

"I'm so sorry.. you've just been so.. difficult lately."

He says into your ear. he feels you tense under his touch before moving back to look at him with a disgusted look. He gave you a confused one, why had you looked like this? He was apologizing!

"are you fucking kidding?"

"wha--"

"I'M being difficult??? If I'm SOO difficult just fucking leave."

Here we go again. He sighed heavily getting rather impatient which izuku was nothing but. You were angering him once again because you're bitching and nagging before he can even get a word out, per usge.

"my god you're such a spoiled little bitch. you never let me speak, always making things about yourself. I came fucking apologize but if you're going to be a fucking cunt I might as well fuck yours."

"are you fucking kidding me izuku?! you-- wait what."

Anyways he bent you over and yanked your underwear and pants off in one go didn't even bother prepping or anything just shoved his semi hard cock inside of you and thrusted into you at an insane pace.

Moral of this story is he didn't stop fucking you until you were a sloppy cum filled mess.

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I. tenya.

Tenya was so full of your shit. You've gotten in trouble in class, kept blowing him off, and then proceeded to ignore his texts.

He was so fed up with you. He needed to talk to you and you were going to hear him out not just as the class president but as your boyfriend.

"what do you want tenya."

"for you to stop acting like a cunt."

"i--- wha-"

"I'm so tired of your shit y/n you've been acting like a cold hearted ice queen towards me all day. I want to be with you but I can't stand being in the same room with someone who doesn't care about me."

"I never said i---"

"yet you're acting like I'm some minor pleb. Y/n I love you more than anything and yet you're standing here treating me like a insignificance to your presence."

He says putting his hands on his hips. God he looked so sassy like that it was actually kind of hot. He saw how a smirk appeared into your face as you looked him up and down and he tensed under your eyesight.

"yeah you're right tenya I've been kind of a dick all day hm, baby? Let me make it up to you yeah?"

You say batting your eyelashes at him walking towards him and rubbing your hands up and down his chest, burying your face in his neck and whispering and fanning your breath over it. He shivered and put his hands on your waist pulling you closer into his chest, he lifted your head closer to his, your lips so close to touching.

He pushed you down on the bed and dusted himself off.

"you've got to do a better job than that if you want me to forgive you.

Fuck, the smirk he gave you while walking out of his room was diabolical. God how did you end up with a sexy boyfriend like this. Yet he's such a pain in the ass too.

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M. neito.

Monoma was an ass sometimes, sure. A sassy diva, yeah, but he was never rude to you. He never made you feel like you were less than perfect, he always gave you what he felt you deserved and always made sure you knew how much you meant to him. He never let his feud with your class fuck with him. Until now.

He's been letting everything your class does get to him, and since you're in class 1A he's been getting rather pissed with you. The way he blew you off and pushed you aside like some petty diva was about your last straw.

You walked all the way to class 1B dorm house and bust through the doors in a fit of rage. You were not going to let anyone stop you from fucking up his world.

The way all of his classmates looked at you like you were crazy, some laughing others just genuinely confused why someone from class 1A was here to begin with.

"where the hell is he."

You say yelling to his classmates as they all pointed to up the stairs where the dorms were. You've been there before, not while everyone was awake. But you've been there before. You knew exactly where his dorm was located.

You stormed up the stairs and quickly made your way to his dorm. Upon arriving you bust down his door with your foot, he screams and hides under his work desk for cover. Once he seen it was you he scoffed and was ready to tell at you before being stopped before anything could even leave his lips.

"are you fucking kidding me?? You've been a dick to me all week for what? Because my class is higher than yours?? get over it. At the end of the day you're in hero courses you'll live. Stop treating me like a nuisance because of some sick twisted vendetta you have with my class!"

He scoffed, getting up from his hiding place with a hand to his chest in an offended manner. There was no way you seriously just spoke to him like this?? Where has this side of you come from?? You've always been so sweet and obedient with him!

He was speechless, not a word left his opened mouth. How could you speak to him like some loser. Like those dorks in your class!!

"nothing to say?"

You ask with your hands on your hips. He was sassy, but you knew how to play sassy as well. He crossed his arms and looked away from you. Not daring to utter a word. You kind of liked this side of him, the side that didn't talk back to you. It suited him. A pretty face with such pretty lips need to be shut sometimes. He looks better when he sits there and looks pretty.

You smirk and push him down onto his bed, he lets out a sound as you crawl on top of his lap and put both of your hands on his chest.

"my pretty boy.~"

He was a flushed mess, he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, he was stunned that you'd just done this to him. He was always the one to take the lead and initiate things!! He hated how much he didn't mind you being on top.

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B. katsuki.

Katsuki Bakugou, the world's sassiest man. The way he walks with a sway to his hips, the way he stands, the way he just exists unapologetically is enviable to all. Some envied his tiny snatched waist while others envied the fire behind his eyes. He loved being a hero but he loved his girlfriend more.

He loved you so much, so dearly he had no problem with admitting it either. However he hated, absolutely despised when you caught an attitude with him like he doesn't treat you like a queen.

He was absolutely appalled when you started bitching and yelling at him, waving your arms about and threatening to slap the fuck out of him. He scoffed with wide eyes and a smile like he was daring you to. He wasn't afraid to hit you back by all means, however he loved you too much to bring you into harms way in any kind. So he wouldn't actually hit you but throwing you against things, oh yeah that was an option.

"like honestly katsuki could you be more stupid?"

"bitch? Me, stupid? Hah! You're hilarious! Actually, you deserve an award for your humor honestly, how do you do it."

He jokes slapping his knee with an angry smile still plastered on his beautiful face. God you hated how he had such an effect on you despite how furious you were with him. He knew the huge effect he had on and used it to his advantage.

He smirked and pulled you by your waist mid sentence, you were yelling at him and your fiery words were instantly cut off by the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he moved slightly closer to you face his breath fanning over your face. He peered down at you with those volcanic ruby red eyes of his, daring you to do something anything. He wanted it.

"fucking asshole."

"I could fuck yours if you'd like, yeah?"

God you hated how much you loved him. He was an asshole, but he was yours. He never took you seriously when the two of you argued or when you got an attitude with him. You knew this and it angered you, but you could never stay angry with him because he'd always fuck it out of you like he hated you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss still having that shit eating smirk on his face once he pulled away holding his forehead to yours as he chuckled lowly.

"you hate me."

"so fucking much."

You say pulling him into a heated kiss, walking backward towards his bed so he could fuck you like a slut.

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AN: chat this was the worst thing I've ever made, I don't think I made them sassy at all, except katsuki anything he does is sassy. however I low-key love how mean I made izuku, I js feel like after his vigilante arc and the war he's a different person, like he's still a sweetie pie but he doesn't take shit from anyone me thinks.

[pb5luvr]

Love your writing! Would love to see overprotective P when someone’s intentionally fouling or being to rough with Azzi eventually causing her to land bad and get a concussion. Then her being all worried and cute

protect you

a/n: thank you so much and thank you for the idea!! i’m trying to write at least once a day so bare with me. i also whipped this up in like 20 mins so i apologize if it kinda sucks

3rd POV

it was late in the 3rd quarter and gampel was buzzing. uconn was playing up 73-51 against villanova, paige had a near triple double, azzi was knocking down 3s like crazy; the game was in their favor. azzi, however, had a crazy defender on her—fouling her, playing rough with her. azzi was getting frustrated but someone that was noticeably more frustrated was paige.

the 4th quarter starts and azzi goes for a steal and scores an easy layup, she’s up to 27 points. back on the defensive end, the opposing teams player shoots a 3. she misses and azzi goes for the rebound. suddenly, azzi is knocked to the ground by her defender. on her way down, the back of her head hits one of her teammates legs, hard. azzi is on the ground, clutching her head while holding back tears. paige runs to her immediately. the crowd goes silent.

“AZZI” paige yells as she gets down to the brunettes level

azzi’s head is pounding. her ears are slightly ringing and her visions getting blurry, though she can’t tell if it’s from her head or the facts that her eyes are welling with tears.

the other 4 on the floor are standing around her, hoping she’ll get up and shake it off. she doesn’t though and soon, janelle, the teams athletic training, is running over the girl on the ground. azzi is helped up and walked into the locker room, still clutching her head. as azzi exits the game, the refs call for a play review.

after review, the play is ruled a common foul. paige is livid.

“are you fucking kidding me?!” paige yells at the refs, “she just got knocked to the ground and you’re calling that a common foul? are you fucking blind?”

just then, the ref blows her whistle. a technical foul is called on her. now geno is the one who’s livid. the crowd is booing, geno is getting held back by his staff, and paige is in disbelief. next thing you know, paige is sitting on the bench getting an angry stare from her coach.

paige is benched that whole quarter.

the buzzer signaling the end of the 4th quarter sounds, uconn wins 89-63. paige, however, is still as angry as ever. boy does she have something to say to azzi’s defender in the handshake line.

“do that to her again and see what happens” she lashes at the opposing player. the player only scoffs in return, unfazed.

paige immediately runs to the training room as soon as the handshake line is over, not even caring if she has to do a post game interview. as soon as paige spots azzi, she’s quick to be by her side.

“azzi!” she exclaims while walking over to her, “i got her as soon as i could what happ-” she started before being cut off

“just stop paige” azzi responded sternly, shooting her a glare

paige cocks her head to the side, suddenly confused

“getting a tech? are you insane?” azzi replies to her gesture

paige was about to lose it. her girlfriend is injured for who knows how long and now she’s mad at her too?

“are you insane azzi? you know i did that to protect you!”

azzi scoffed, “and how is getting a tech protecting me exactly?”

“you were getting pushed around all game and the refs did nothing about it! it was bullshit!” paige replied, slightly yelling

azzi winced, head still pounding, “please just stop yelling. it hurts my head and i don’t want to hear it”

paige was silent in an instant, suddenly putting her anger aside and remembering the state her girlfriend was in.

“what did they say” she asked softly

“i have a concussion. im out for a week or two”

paige responded by wrapping her arms around the younger girls neck. azzi melted into her touch.

“i’m sorry i yelled and i know it was stupid of me to get a tech but my only intention was to stand up for you” paige whispered as she placed a soft kiss to azzi’s temple

“i know and im sorry for getting mad at you. thank you for sticking up for me, i love you” azzi responded softly

“i love you too. so much that i would do anything for you, even if that means getting benched” paige smirked

azzi let out a soft chuckle and the two made their way back to the locker room to celebrate the win.

[dmc-tings]

Loved the take on not writing what you do not enjoy. It made me think, as though I hated Netflix Devil May Cry, I just cannot hate Dante. Anyway. I respect your opinion. So I'm requesting something and see if you're comfortable with it.

Can I request DMC 5 Dante who has a teenage daughter. How he reacts and navigates through challenges like her getting first period (her mother is around, but it's just she was not there when it happened), boys trying to hit on her (I mean she got Sparda genes and those beautiful white hair), her trying to experiment with wardrobe which might not be so appropriate for underage girl (I know Dante isn't one to care about what a girl wears, but from perspective of underage), or her trying to be very assertive about going on mission or worse wanting to see demon world.

I love detailed ones like this. Tee-hee

Im the eldest out if two. And my dad was a single parent so... I know the look of horror on a dad's face when it comes to this.

(Reader is F: afab and Dante's kid, so read appropriately. TW: menstrual times mentioned)

Dante: A Girl Dad

Alright. So. When is wife was on that bed, pushing YOU OUT, he didn't expect a girl.

Cue, the 6'5 devil hunter passing out

BIG THUMP

But he hopped back up like a champ when you cried out

DAD MODE ACTIVATED (He didn't know he had that one)

Yes. He lunged at the doctor, half-devil triggered

(SKIPPING FORWARD A BIT)

Oh. It started in 6th grade. You came home with, fucking, FUCKING VALENTINES

"Where..." *angry demon dad noises* "where'd you get all those sweetie?"

"Boys at school." You innocently spoke, dumping the ones without candy in the trash

He smiled at that. He didn't care if you played boys for money.

But when you came home with all sorts of gifts!? He went to the school and "Karened Out"

The superintendent had to get involved.

It was a fiasco in Redgrave

"Devil Hunter's Daughter: Off limits"

Hehe; until you got older

But... sadly, puberty isn't kind.

12. You were twelve years old

The morning hadn't gone well.

Your stomach hurt. And your body... just... wasn't right.

You told mom. And she looked you over sympathetically. Considering whether or not-

"Nah. She's fine." Papa Dante nodded.

(MIND YOU HE DID SMELL SOMETHING OFF ABOUT YOU LATELY. MOODY TEEN HE BRUSHED IT OFF, DESPITE MOM TELLING HIM SOMETHING WAS UP)

So you went to school

Then it happened, oh God.

You didn't even say anything to the teacher!

You thought you just needed to go to rhe bathroom

Only to... feel nauseous at the... blood.

It was blood from the... South end.

You always had your phone.

Can't call Mom. She's out on a mission.

There was no way in hell you'd call Vergil. Or Nero. Or- just none of them...

Too embarrassing

"Devil May-"

"Dad..."

Your cry made him fucking run colder than an icebox in an Alaskan blizzard

"Babycakes what's wrong."

You explained through your tears. You were so scared and it broke his heart.

He kept you on the phone. Scrambling through his wife's stuff. He grabbed the emergency box.

Clutch Mom. It was for this EXACT SITUATION!

"Im comin baby. Papa's coming."

He jumped right on whatever altered devil arm, and sped to the school

He raised hell. And they had a female office worker walk you to the front.

He ushered you to the bathroom.

And handed you the emergency bag.

When you came out he didn't say anything.

Hugs and promises to get you back home.

He signed you out and got you home

And that was that. He and mom tag teamed making sure you were well taken care of

Ah... but you're a Sparda.

While hands weren't thrown, attitudes were

It was cute, you walking around in princess dresses, tutu's, crowns and fairy wings... when you were little.

Hell, he could dress you like a lil boy and you were happy!

Now... it was all... the short skirts and... the tight jeans.

"Ah, where are you going?"

16. You were 16. Walking around like the strippers at Love Planet!

His heart broke, his lil girl was dressed so... promiscuously!

You rolled your eyes. He really was a vibe killer

"Dad. I'm just going to the mall."

Who gave you money? He was often broke.

Your fuckin mom... ugh.

"Lemme come with."

You just slammed the shop door, hopping into your friends car

Oh... he felt so left out... you used to be his best buddy...

You really hurt him

When you got home he was moping on the couch

The next day, your mom had talked to you.

You didn't mean to but he was so clingy with you. You didn't like it. And, you explained that to her

"Just talk to him about boundaries."

It was a long talk. But compromises happened: you dressed in APPROPRIATE clothes, and he backed off.

Sides, Dante was a laid back enough dad...

You didn't get a real boyfriend until you were 18

He... hated him. Yup. Dante hated the boy you brought home.

You were DANTE'S DAUGHTER: No matter what your mixed with that silver hair and blue eyes caught everyone's attention

So when you finally picked one... and you didn't pick a "cool" or "popular" guy

This dude was normal. He just... kind a was there

Dante was displeased. The boy was a loser.

Well... you argued he was a loser and her mom stayed with him

*Cue Mom smugly around the corner with wine*

Dante relented, learning that... you didn't pick a dummy

Your boyfriend, was actually really smart. Even Nico was impressed and let the guy tinker with devil arms...

Dante had to relent more... accepting the fact that the boyfriend was a good fit...

Speaking of devil arms...

Your 21st birthday; Dad had promised to let you start missions.

It was the family business and your boyfriend had been more than welcomed in the shop, working...

"Just... stick close kiddo, ok? Don't give your poor Papa and Mama heart attacks..."

You rolled your eyes

"I'll stick as close as possible Dad."

He looked... happy but worried.

You were armed as you liked

Devil arms you picked out or your boyfriend made for you, strapped to your body

Oh God he wished he would have left you home.

No. Not because you got hurt...

It was a swarm. A small damned army, that came for them when they attacked the nest.

And a brute almost caught you up

Dante took the full hit, but that didn't hurt either

What hurt was: you and your mother crying trying to shake him awake.

He grabbed both of you.

"Hey. Hey. A knock to the dome ain't enough to kill me. Ya'll know that..."

But he felt his heart sink at your sobs

He got scolded after the Queen was killed

You clung to him, almost everywhere he went.

For about a month, then he reassured you he'd not do something so dumb again...

He still didn't let you go on missions alone

But... of course, the universe has its own plans...

And he had to let you handle things, a big boss was in the next space... and while Nero and Vergil could handle it... He hesitated, leaving you alone.

Your mother was on the furthest side dealing with another breaching crowd of demons... Lady and Trish were on another set of ends...

"Dad. Go. I'll be ok."

He still didn't move. For once, he didn't have a smartass comment. The fear grabbed the air out of his lungs

"No."

He pushed you behind him.

"Im not leaving you alone."

One of the few times he dug his heels in, only for you take out his knees, and jump on his back, trapping him in a headlock

"You listen here, Old Man! You don't trust me?!"

GODDAMNED IT. YOU WERE YOUR MOTHER'S CHILD

he yanked you off him, sealing you with an arm lock

"No, kid... that ain't it."

How the fuck do you tell your kid, your daughter... You're scared?

You struggled like a pissed off kitten

"Then WHAT?"

Dante let you go.

When you sprang up, you glared at him

Only to see your dad, the Devil Hunter, afraid.

"I can't lose ya. You're too important."

He was shaking

You took a deep breath and walked up to him

"You've gotta trust me. Like you trust Mom. And she's fully human. That's gotta count right?"

Fuck... you had him there...

"Besides. Vergil and Nero sound like their getting beat down."

You gave him a small push.

He slowly started to walk... watching you as he backed away

You... definitely had alot of your Mom there... but alot of him.

He couldn't stop the stupid smile that crossed his face.

You were an adult.

Even more, he couldn't stop the stupid smile that stretched across his face

"I get it."

He did. You were an adult now.

By letting you handle your own, he was letting go a little bit more.

You were the blood of Sparda and he didn't train you for nothin.

[gtraccoon]

Reaction to giant Pure Vanilla’s affection:

Shadow milk cookie: Act like he doesn’t like it but secretly wants it (I saw the end of chapter 8 it was close to them being friends)

black sapphire cookie: would be confused but appreciates it

candy apple cookie: brain doesn’t work because she doesn’t know actual affection due to being obsessed for shadow milk cookie

YESS!!! I love this!!

If PV were to scoop SM up, hold him and tell him things that happened in the day because SM can’t experience normal anymore.

i’ll do drabbles for them eventually, however here’s a HC list for now:

SM:

- Hated affection at first. Hated being touched, being moved, anything like that.

- PV allowed SM to simply be by himself for a while, but eventually shadow becomes bored. it’s boring being so little and not able to climb around or fly and explore like he used to, so he starts overestimating himself and getting himself in trouble. so PV becomes a lot more touchy to “keep him safe”.

- shadow never really warms up to the touch, but he does begin to request it and accept it’s just a fact he has to deal with.

-pv has poor vision aswell, which just makes him all the more needy to be constantly aware of where the tiny jester is. physical touch is so comforting to him :(

- PV doesn’t talk much about the friend thing. he suggested it, and isn’t going to push it.

- shadow is considering it. but he can’t bring himself and his ego to do what PV wants, despite if it’s better for him.

- PV brings gifts for shadow sometimes. little trinkets, flowers, etc—because he knows how it sucks to be trapped in a jar… cough.. cough…

- shadow never returns much affection except for the rare moments he’ll stop acting like a stray cat and will actually lean into the touch of the healer.

- to be clear, shadow is very unhappy about all of this. he’s uncomfortable and PV knows it. but since PV is in control, what he thinks is better for shadow is what will ultimately be better…

-they eventually accommodate eachother but there’s a lot of angst in between bc sometimes untimely affection and love equates discomfort, especially with someone who’s never experienced it.

black sapphire/candy apple:

- this guy loves testing his durability. he also loves fucking with CA, which ends in the both of them getting hurt sometimes.

- PV obliges to heal them because he cares, and black sapphire usually tries to hide away so he isn’t healed. he doesn’t want to depend on anyone, not even his master—why would he want to depend on the enemy?

-candy apple loves climbing all over PV once she gets over the fact he’s supposed to be the antagonist in this story. he tends to not notice until it’s too late

-he cups her in his hands and holds them behind his back. she squirms like a moth, and when she’s finally let out she’s usually in some kind of container.

-always cries her way out of it tho. she’s a manipulator, a trickster, it’s her thing.

-pv does try to get to them, he really tries to communicate. but they never listen, and he feels like he’s raising children, very tiny children…

-but his p/love language to the both of them would be gift giving.

-neither of them say thank you

im an angst lover, shadow milk would inadvertently be angry at how quickly candy apple warms up to having a big playground that also talks to her. adorable but scary

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Im feeling angsty rn😈😈

Child reader dying protecting Ben?:33

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Summary: Child reader dies protecting Ben

Genre: Angst, no comfort

Warnings: Major character death (namely you), grieving, mild gore being depicted, shooting

A/n: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF FOR REQUESTING THIS

Credits: Ben drowned- Creepypasta, Both Dividers- sister-lucifer on tumblr

It was a mistake. A stupid mistake. It always is. He's a ghost, why did you step in front of him? It wouldn't have hurt him anyways, why did you do that? And it's not like you had unresolved business so you aren't even going to come back, he'll never see you again and-

Fuck, he needed to calm down.

The day started out fine. Today was a special day actually, as Slender was permitting you to go on your first ever mission outside of the manor. You were getting older, so you needed to start pulling your weight around the house. Ben actually doesn't do physical missions like you'd be doing, he does all the technical stuff like finding victim's information, supplying materials, etc. But, because you begged and begged, he was going to be the one going out with you to make sure you didn't get arrested or caught up in more trouble than you needed.

You'd been so excited. Your first ever mission! If only he knew that'd be the last time he'd see your happy face.

It started out good enough, a little messy, but nothing you couldn't handle. The mission dragged on though, but Ben allowed it to. He wanted you to get good experience, even if it meant you took a little longer than he'd like. Yeah, he wanted to hurry up and get home, but every time he saw your enthusiastic smile, he thought to himself that maybe a little bit longer wouldn't kill him. Eventually though, this decision came back to haunt him in the worst way possible.

He was being careless, he wasn't paying attention. He missed the footsteps creeping up behind the two of you, he missed the guy aiming at him, he didn't even know you were behind him until it was too late. He was turned facing the wall, looking at one of the posters the establishment you two were in had up. When he heard the gunshot, he was startled because you two were supposed to be the only ones in there. When he turned around, the first thing he saw was that you were right in front of him, your arms spread out wide, trying to cover him. The shooter had already fled, leaving you standing for a short period before gravity took over and you collapsed.

He didn't even processed what had just happened until he heard you gurgle. You were choking on your own blood. That's when it all clicked for him, you had tried to save him from being shot. His first instinct was to be annoyed that you'd tried to do such a thing, but he found that he was more angry at himself than at you. You were panicking, you were scared about what was happening. You'd never died before. In a flash you are back at the manor, and you are in Ben's arms as he frantically runs around, trying to get someone, anyone, to listen to him and help him get you to the medical wing.

When he finally does get you there, EJ doesn't even have to glance to know it's too late. You'd lost too much blood, and were still losing more. You had too much internal bleeding and not enough time for him to even think about trying to stop it. This was all much to Ben's dismay, he is screaming and throwing things around, punching walls and demanding that you be taken care of, that you be fixed. You'd never seen Ben like this before. He's usually so calm and mellow, seeing him like this would've scared you if you weren't so close to death.

When you finally flatlined, it's like everything in him just broke. He no longer screamed, or yelled. He just....stopped. Like he couldn't believe it'd actually just happened. He knows he'll never see you again, not unless he can convince Slender to revive you, which he knows he won't do. Slender only revives employees that he gets use out of. You'd never even gotten a chance to prove yourself.

He scoops you up in his arms, and sits in a corner of the medical wing, rocking you slowly like he knew you liked. He doesn't know how long he sat there, just rocking you. It must've been a while though, because one by one his friends came in to try to coax him out of the room, saying you needed to be buried and that he needed to rest. He'd never let that happen. For you to be buried is for him to never see you again, and he just can't let that happen. He just needs to hold onto you for a little while longer.

And so he sits, and rocks you slowly in the way he knows you liked.

[x-neurotoxin-x]

Im about to rant so follow me for a second here. I keep seeing a lot of that "Touya was born evil and showed no remorse for the things he did even as a kid" take like, everywhere lately and tbh the blatant misinterpretation of Touya and disregard of canon aspects of his character about this never fails to get on my nerves.

Obv not in a "he did nothing wrong" way, he obviously did a bunch of things wrong and went down a dark path bc of a mix of circumstances, victimization, and his own decisions- which makes him such a good character because of the fact he was shaped by his trauma but also has agency in his crimes and made choices himself that got him where he is. He's not a good person and having regrets/remorse doesn't change that, but you guys are just legitimately wrong about him not having any remorse and being "born wrong" when in canon it's been a clear point multiple times to show he knows right from wrong to a degree and feels guilt for the things he's done. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Dabi is the only villain that I can think of from the league who shows remorse, and to some degree responsibility, for his actions.

A lot of the "evidence" people provide is stuff he did as a kid, like attacking Shouto and "Terrorizing Rei." Both of these Touya expressed regret about on screen with him venting to Natsuo at night about how he(Touya) was wrong that day(when he attacked Shouto) and Shouto didn't do anything.

He also expressed wanting to apologize to Rei for the things he said literally right after waking up from a coma in a strange facility where he was essentially being held hostage for 3 years. One of the first thoughts he had was that he did "awful things" ane needed to apologize to his mom and the rest of his family. (Which is honestly kind of devastating and says a lot about his character at the time that he was in such a traumatic situation and thought like that. Everything about post coma/teen Touya is so goddamn tragic.)

He projected his anger and pain from his abuse onto Shouto when he got older- I.e. everything he did as Dabi to Shouto; fighting him, trying to kill him, etc all of which was fucked up and he had no excuse to do but he DID show remorse for doing it. Legit the last time we see him he apologizes specifically to Shouto and it appears during the final battle he had a moment of clarity and everything about Shouto sank in- the soba moment only further showing that.

We also see that scene way back where he was remembering what Snatch said about the families of the people he killed, and Dabi showed remorse there too with the bloody tear symbolism.

So I really do not understand how ppl still call him born evil and remorseless when in canon it's pretty clear Touya's always been a very hurt, angry person who did terrible things either on impulse or out of pain and felt regret for it, but kept doing it because of trauma, very likely mental illness, and his self destructive tendencies. He got colder as he got older, but he's shown to be still capable of remorse and critical thought. He's not just evil for no reason without any second thought, he's more complex than that. It all makes him such a complicated, human, and relatable character and boiling him down to "-insert the ablest slur you all keep using that starts with the letter S- with no remorse who was born evil and wrong" is not only starting to stink of ableism but just a blatant disregard and misunderstanding of his character in general.

[carpedzem]

hi

under the cut i want to talk a little bit, maybe overshare as well. ill try to keep it short (rereading nat here. i didnt). its a sad post, might make some of you angry but not for the reasons you think

i was staying away on purpose, but a few people asked about me so i wanted to let you know that hey, im lurking, im waiting to see what happens. maybe some things will change in the future but im putting it out here so its all in one place

i think i want to start with saying thank you again for sticking around, supporting my art and my thoughts and having discussions with me. i really opened up about myself and what I created here. im very anxious person and it influences my life on every level, so being heard, seeing people laughing at my jokes, loving my art has been so so important to me

about the situation, the gogcident if you will, i logged out as soon as i saw things going down and been getting updates though different source. and while situation is still on going and i dont know where it will go, as how it ends, theres two or three things im firm on that will always be true for me:

i really hate how believe all victims turns into believe everyone who speaks first, no matter what they say, no matter context, no matter proof. the first statement made in this case was untrue in a lot of important details and while i dont think caitis feeling are wrong or invalid i think her first statement made this situation into something it isnt. i think every victim should be heard but attacking everyone who was accused right away is not a solution

i do believe that everyone who was accused of anything has every right to defend themselves. the way its constantly taken away from dteam is not lost on me and its insane and upsetting

you can be traumatized by the events that werent in its core meant to be traumatizing. sometimes people act shitty and leave scars on you and sometimes you can do the same to other people

edited note bc i want this to be here as well: guilty until proven innocent is a crazy mindset and i cannot imagine situation that i would allow it. some idiots dont even realise how dangerous rhetoric that is. including accusers not being obligated to provide any proof of their claims

twt is the worst thing to deal with any discourse, misunderstanding or any delicate situation. i think no ones there cares for any victims period. i wish that place the worst

okay so what now. i havent decided yet. georges and dreams moves so far confirmed for me that no matter what happened it wasnt with malicious intentions. ill wait to see how this plays out and then ill decide about my next steps. one think i did for sure is i uninstalled twt from my phone (and that already bit my ass the moment dream started his space…) that part of fandom, both people who like (liked?) and hate dream is so damn self-destructive, toxic, manipulative and performative it wasnt worth it anymore. for here, i dont know yet. i dont hate dteam, i think this is very unfortunate and sad and complicated situation that left people very deeply hurt. and i wish it wasnt this way and im pretty sure dteam also wish that. but they cant change it and i cant change it even more

now this is something i dont really know how to tell you but let me try. i never mentioned this bc when i had those realizations, it was too late, everyone moved on and i felt stupid for dwelling on this. i feel stupid now, typing this. the thing is, drituation left me quite traumatized. fucking pathetic, i know. the sudden explosion of fandom left me really badly hurt. i lost a lot of people i genuinely believed to be friends with, and i miss them dearly. i felt, fuck it, still feel deeply betrayed by some of them. i dont want people guess who is who thats not the point, those people moved on long time ago. but that hurt has been really difficult to deal with, especially since realistically i know its quite stupid. crying over some people who were following me back for a few months? but i tried to let myself heal and grow love for this community again and i thought we will be okay. drituation felt like the end of the world but we got through it and I thought we are smarter. and well. im not trying to blame anyone or even a whole community, idk maybe i want to blame the universe for putting me here or society for working this way i dont know. but im hurting and i need to find a better way to deal with things going the wrong way. and it deeply upsets me but im afraid that i have to learn how to love you all less. and i honestly dont know yet what that means, how moving forward will look like. i dont have to make this decision now so i let myself stay away from social media for a while still and then go with presented situation the best i can. i dont try to make anyone responsible for my wellbeing i want to make this clear. im just trying to share my feelings and give you context for whatever happen in the nearest future. no matter what i need more healthy relationship not even with ccs but with community itself (and if you see me rebloging hazbin hotel fanarts. spare me...)

in this place i do want to state that no matter what i dont think dteam are bad people. im not closing myself at possibility of participating in the fandom, probably less though things i mentioned earlier. but if any of those things make you uncomfortable in any way, feel free to unfollow/softblock

im leaving my askbox open if anyone has anything to say, add, or idk, scream at me. not sure if i answer any tho. also if i delete this post in the next 10 minutes out of embarrassment then well, haha

on the final note i want once again thank you all for supporting me when i needed help for my cat. you all did something amazing, something i will never forget and i wish to hug everyone of you in person. thank you

see you around. one day. maybe tomorrow maybe in 10 days. idk

and if you are moving on in different direction, if we ever meet again, dont be a stranger

[lynnaredfield3383]

Missed Chances

Warnings: Swearing, angst

2nd year, you went to Tsumu, your closest friend besides Samu and confessing.

"I really like Osamu. More than a friend. Do you think he'd ever accept my confession?"

"Nope."

Tsumu said it so easily as if there was no reason to think about it.

"How are you so sure?"

"Look, ya don' believe me. Ask 'im yerself."

"Didn't say I don't believe you. Just how you're so sure."

Tsumu clicked his tongue, letting out an exaggerated sigh paired with an eye roll. Same old dramatic Tsumu. But why was he being such a dick to you? He was supposed to be your friend.

"I was tryin' not ta hurt yer feelins but fine. One: he doesn't see ya that way. Two: yer not his type. Ya know that, so why put yerself through this?"

You bit your lip, holding back your tears, knowing Tsumu was right. About the second reason, at least. You weren't the 'type' he dated.

"Yeah. Thanks," you whispered, still fighting your emotions.

You turned and slammed right into Samu.

"Hey, they have that Mochi ya like...Y/N, what's wrong?"

Samu's expression went from happy to concerned in seconds, but you forced a smile.

"My confession was denied earlier."

Samu became angry now, reaching for your hand, but you pulled back.

"Who the hell rejected ya? Me an' Tsumu'll kick his ass. Right now."

The way he wanted to fight for you made the rush of emotions worse. You shook your head running off as the tears spilled down your face. Before you were too far away, you heard Tsumu.

"Nah. She didn't tell me the scrub's name."

Small favors, you thought, as you ran into the bathroom.

3rd year came, and you met Iwaizumi. Your dad was a well known and respected orthopedic doctor, so Iwaizumi started coming to your house to study with your dad on weekends.

Eventually, Iwazumi started staying for dinner and then coming to see you. It wasn't anything serious, but the twins found out. Tsumu began teasing you mercilessly while Samu became super quiet in your presence. Almost withdrawn.

"Hey, is everything okay? I feel like I did something to upset you," you finally asked.

"Nope. All good."

"Samu, just tell me, please."

It was a random weekend, and you were spending time at their house. Samu slammed the wall next to him, startling you.

"Why the hell are ya even here? Huh? Why aren't ya with yer boyfriend, Iwa? So sick of hearin' bout 'im. Like fuck, we get it already, ya like 'im."

Osamu had never blown up on you in all the years you'd been friends. Not once. Now, it felt like years of anger and frustration he'd held back were unleashed with a fury you didn't realize you caused him.

"Fine. I'll go."

You were at the door when he called after you, tone defeated.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."

"It's fine. I have homework."

Samu sighed when the door shut behind you. Tsumu came out of the bathroom cocking an eyebrow at Samu.

"What was that?"

"I waited too long. Now she's datin' that Aoba Johsai idiot."

Tsumu stopped drying his hair, observing his twin.

"Wait, what?"

Samu sighed, completely deflated now.

"I like Y/N. I have for a while."

"You do?"

"Shit. Fer bein' my twin, ya can be pretty damn clueless, ya know?" Samu snapped.

"Uh, well, I guess it's maybe too late, but remember 2nd year when Y/N said her confession was denied?"

Samu want pale, glaring at his brother.

"Yer fuckin' jokin', right?"

"She's not yer type and ya never acted like ya liked her. Not that way."

"How could ya possibly know? Yer heads always up yer ass. Fuck!"

[leixwhite02]

how do you sleep?

synopsis: when rafe cheats on reader she can’t comprehend how he can sleep at night when she’s up thinking

warnings: major angst, cheating, mention of sex, no fluffy ending, just pure angst

a/n: i kinda got sad writing this ngl… but i love angst fics when im angry and rn i’m angry 😭

part 2

masterlist || taglist

it’s been a full week since you found rafe in bed with another girl, to say you were still hurting was an understatement. she was pretty, and looked nothing like you… makes you stay up late at night thinking if he ever loved you.

which is where you’re at now, you glance over at your clock on your nightstand next to your bed. 3:25 am, you don’t remember when was the last time you got a full nights sleep since it’s happened. your up wondering if he’s thinking about what he did, or even giving you a single thought. you sit there and think why you? you thought he loved you… as you’re thinking flashbacks come back to you.

your just now coming home from a long day at work ready to cuddle next to rafe and forget about today. you’re day has been shitty and all you need is your boyfriend.

as you make your way upstairs assuming that’s where he is being no where else in the house. as your walking up the stairs you think your hearing things, hearing a girls moans…

slowly you make your way up the stairs making little to no noise, as you turn the handle and open the door you see what you thought was the unspeakable, rafe and a blonde model like girl having sex, in your bed…

you shake the flashbacks out of your head before it gets too much, wiping the tears that have fallen down your face. you don’t know why you’re still hurting even after a week but you can’t believe rafe who preached he loved you daily, all of it was a lie.

you lay in bed for another 40 minutes deciding that maybe some water might help you sleep, as your going down the stairs all you can think about as you look around your apartment, all the moments you and rafe shared before all went to hell.

rafes pov

i dread everyday without her, why did i have to be so stupid and make a drunken mistake? he wonders if she’s off with someone new or sleeping peacefully without him there. he’s thought about his choices over the past week, trying to forget but never could.

as he lays in bed, he stares at his ceiling then at the girl laying next to him in bed. he regrets keeping her after the fight with y/n but he needed a distraction. she’s probably off at clubs grinding up against the men anyways, he thinks as he looked at her.

rafe couldn’t even remember her name, all he could think about was y/n, she was the only thing on her mind and he needed to fix things with her as soon as he could. but would she be willing to take him back after everything?

as rafe ponders over what he should do he get out of bed and moves to the en-suite in his room. he looks at himself in the mirror, looking back at him was the monster that hurt a sweet girl.

“fuck” he mutters to him self, deciding to splash water on his face to cool himself down. he walks out of the en-suite and out of the bedroom he walks downstairs to the living room. maybe he should reach out to her? try and fix everything.

that’s exactly what he does, grabbing his phone out of his pocket he pulls up her contact to send her a text. he thinks for a while about what he’s going to say to her, does he send her a long paragraph on being sorry or start simple with a hey?

after thinking for a while he type out the text he wants “hey, can we talk?” and sends it going back upstairs to tell the girl in his bed that she needs to leave.

a/n: sorry to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, if you want me to write a part 2 i can when i get the chance! i hope you guys enjoyed this, being my first writing, i would love feedback on how i can make my writing better!

[lily-alphonse]

Rarepair Sam/Shane joja dorks

I love Sam and Shane. If they dont have a ship name Im calling them Sunnyside (for nonenglish speakers, “sunnyside up” is a way to cook eggs without flipping, so its both a reference to eggs and the sun)

Toxic or nontoxic, I love it. Give me the daddy issues angst. Give me the power imbalance. But also could be sweet! Shane learns to love life again by seeing it through Sam’s eyes. If I was actually going to write it I think I might lean more toxic, I love leaning into Shane’s worst traits (wonder why there are no Shane fics on my main account hmm?)

BUT with these asks Ive been making them all sweet and shit so let me try to think of something for that. I’ll make the age gap like 7 years (23/30 maybe?).

(Future Lily here: I got carried away with this one, it's now an official ficlet that I'll be posting to AO3 too lol)

They’ve been friendly enough as coworkers for a while. Sometimes Shane will even humor him by engaging him in conversation at work. He actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Funny even, if you like a deadpan sort of humor. But he’s closed off anywhere else. On Friday nights Sam watches over the pool table as Shane gets so drunk he stumbles home.

He worries about him. Despite Shane’s reputation around town as someone to steer clear of, Sam cares about everyone. And he knows he’s one of the few people Shane will talk to at all.

Things seem to get worse with his drinking. He’s calling out at work more. Coming in late.

Sam starts to come out at night to watch and make sure he gets home okay. He’s usually up when the saloon closes anyway. On nights where Shane’s stumbling badly, Sam goes out into the cold and follows him just in case. You never know with alcohol poisoning. He’s seen it at a party once and never wants to see it again.

But he will if he has to.

One bad winter night he’s following Shane as he does, when they round the corner and he just disappears on the other side. Sam looks around, it’s exceptionally dark on this path into the forest. He’s considering turning the flashlight app on on his phone when he suddenly gets pinned against the nearest barren tree.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Shane hisses, the alcohol thick on his breath.

“Shane what the fuck!” His heart is racing. Has Shane ever been this close to him before?

“No, you what the fuck! Answer me!”

“I’m just worried!”

Shane groans angrily and lets him go. “Perfect! Of course you’re fucking worried. Let me just add you to the Yoba-damned list of people to disappoint then. No- just don’t okay? Do me a favor and don’t.”

Sam doesn’t know what to say. Despite being a big guy, he doesn’t like confrontation. Never has. He just wants people to be happy.

But Shane seems to want an answer. He’s still standing there, huffing cloudy breaths into the night and staring.

So Sam meekly says what he is thinking. “I just want everyone to be happy.”

An explosive sound comes out of Shane that has Sam flinching, certainly the beginning of a rant, but then he stops as suddenly as he started. He deflates. When his voice comes out next it is weak and broken.

“Of course you do, Sam.” He sighs, and it sounds so sad Sam almost wishes he was angry again. “But maybe some people aren’t built to be happy.”

Sam steps closer to him, just wanting to see into his eyes again in the near darkness. “I don’t believe that,” Sam whispers, Shane looking up to meet his eyes again. “I don’t think you really believe that either.”

“No, you’re right… I think I was happy once. But that might be even worse. If I had never been happy this might hurt less.”

Shane’s eyes are glassy. He’s close enough to hug and Sam is tempted to, but resists. “What happened, Shane?”

“So much. Too much,” he gives a sharp, sort of rueful chuckle as he looks away. But his body stays close. Maybe its the cold that keeps him close, but his cheeks are flushed with heat. "You know I'm turning thirty soon?"

Sam bites his lip, tempted to make a joke. When Shane meets his eyes again though, he can't help it. "Actin' real sixteen to be thirty," he mumbles with a smirk.

Shane elbows him but laughs. "Shut the fuck up. Idiot."

"I'm right though."

"So am I."

"Yeah, I can be an idiot and also right."

Shane laughs again and shakes his head. "Yeah."

"So that's what's got you like this then? That you're turning thirty?"

Shane bites at the inside of his cheek. "Just puts things into perspective, I guess."

Sam nods, though he doesn't really understand. He looks up into the night sky as the silence stretches, eyes hopping from star to star. "D'you think I'll get like that when I'm thirty?"

Shane scoffs, so Sam looks down at him again. "Hard to imagine you ever being anything but nauseatingly positive."

Sam's smile widens. "I'll try and take that as a compliment."

"Course you would," he grumbles. After a moment of silence he speaks again. "Sam?"

"Hm."

"I don't actually want you to stop, by the way."

"I know." Sam leans forward and opens his arms, half-expecting to be pushed away. But Shane hugs him. He leans his head on Shane's and murmurs, "I won't."

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jayhoon having angry sex. and blood. - (your favorite) omega anon

this has been sitting in my drafts since i got it.

im a firm believer that jay doms hoon in every situation (including lore) and you cant convince me otherwise now listen okay hear me out its a situation where like prob after a concert or no during it lets say sunghoon is doing sm fanservice w the other members and jay gets mad and i mean PISSED at sunghoon and sunghoon knows but he cant do anything abt it he just keeps doing all that fan service w the other members so jay is PISSED and on the way to the hotel they are in different vans or wtv BUT. they share a room and hoon knows jays pissed so he begs the other boys to switch but they are all like nah man you did this to urself so hes like ah fuck so he finally goes into the room and he sneaks into the shower and when hes out jay is just sitting on the bed looking angry with a towel around his neck and waist and sunghoon just silently goes to sit on his bed before bed and he faces the other direction and jay is facing opposite of him so they r back to back and jay finally talks and hes like im mad at you hoon and hoon is like i know im sorry and jays like sorry isnt good enough blah blah blah hoons like ill give you apology head :( and jays like im still so mad at you but i cant turn down head so jay is sitting on the bed he forces hoon to the floor and hoon starts to go down on his dick and jay is PISSED hes sitting there towelless arms crossed his jaw clenched in anger sunghoon between his legs hes staring at hoon his eye twitching and hes like if you dont hurry the fuck up ill make you hurry and hoon knows how jay gets when hes angry and he doesnt want his head bashed in so hes getting to buisness he gathers the spit thats in his mouth and he opens his mouth and lets it drip (more like waterfall) onto jays cock, he then purses his lips and wraps them around the head of jays cock and he sucks HARD and jay jumps a bit cus he wasnt expecting it and it kinda hurt so he smacks hoon lightly, jokingly, on the head and goes what the fuck are you doing and hoon doesnt reply he just shoves his head down as far as it can go as fast as possible and jay folds over and chokes for a second before hoon comes back up and goes back down again and oh yeah is it too late to mention hoon doest have a gag reflex ? anyways jay is folded over his hand in hoons hair and hoon is bobbing his head up and down contemplating biting jays dick off, just because, but he decides against it and keeps going and before jays about to cum he pulls sunghoons head off his dick, quite hard actually and sunghoons is startled at the pain and the yank and he feels like his hair is about to get ripped off and jay is holding his hair in a TIGHT grip and he drags him on to the twin sized bed and sunghoon lets out cries of pain as he stands up hunched over at the hight jays hand is grabbing him and he has one hand gripping jays wrist and the other trying to push him away and his towel falls off and hes like what the fuck are you doing ??? let go of me ?? and jay is like shut the fuck up you deserve this and you know it and now sunghoon is getting angry because even though hes a sub and a bottom he doesnt like being yanked around like this and jay pushes him onto the bed and sunghoon is fucking seething hes naked and his dick is half hard and his head hurts but he cant do anything because if he tries to leave jays is gonna bash his head into a wall and he doesnt want that so jay flips him over onto his tummy and lifts his ass in the air and hes pretty bent in half becuse hes rlly flexible and sunghoon is really uncomfortable in that position but jay doesnt care he just wants to fuck sunghoon so hard he forgets about the other members and so he can forget his anger and not kill someone or break smth so he grabs the lotion thats sitting on the side table he used after he showered and he lubes up his dick and his fingers and shoves two of them in sunghoon pretty hard and hoon freaks out because it hurts and jay is like shut the actual fuck up i dont want to hear it right now and he sticks his dick in sunghoon and hoon shreiks in pain into the pillow he feels like

hes getting ripped open, the lotion isnt doing much at all for lube he feels the lotion dry up quickly and he feels like his insides are ripping open and he starts to cry and jay doesnt give a fuck hes using the blood dripping from hoons hole to lube up more but that doesnt do anything to help and jay lets out an annoyed groan and rolls his head back hes annoyed at sunghoon for crying so loudly and that the "lube" isnt working and he remembers what happened and now hes even angrier and he pulls out and walks over to his bag for a second and sunghoon relaxes his body for a second and he can see the blood starting to drip down his inner thigh before it quickly congeals and sticks to his skin and he sees the drops of blood on the sheets and he feels like hes gonna cry again and jay comes back and grabs his arm and flips him over and he almost falls off the side of the bed when jay yanks him back over to the middle and sunghoon cant do anything but be limp and space out and jay starts to lube himself and sunghoon up before he sticks his dick back in sunghoons hole again and sunghoon starts to cry as he lays against the bed and jay kind of feels bad but hes still pissed at him so he tosses his empathy into his mind vault and starts fucking the poor boy again and sunghoons body is limp as jay knocks into him hes flailing around as his vision is blurry and hes staring at jays face and he starts getting mad again he shouldve bitten this fuckers dick off when he had the chance and jay leans over him and sunghoon just sinks his teeth into jays... wherever it is as hard as possible and jay grunts and pushes sunghoons face away but sunghoon had already pierced the skin and the blood was starting to form little beads in the wound on his shoulder

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fic updates!!

hi gang uh. it’s been a while, so here’s a full list of things that are currently in progress.

please let me know if there are any works that should be prioritized!! I think suck it and see is gonna be first up. no set dates quite yet but,,, that ones short so I’ll probably just drop it unannounced. also most of these are nsfw works. so mdni.

ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR SMALL THINGS. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND THEM IN!!!

BULLET POINT IDEAS:

if u saw me reblog a post by @sunshinedeekay , you’ll definitely have seen some of these ideas in their post. it’s not plagerism, we talked abt these ideas together, and my take on them is veryyyyyy woozi centric cus hes the loml.

TTT - couples retreat

joining jihoon and the rest of the members and their partners in a ttt episode of gose

campfire (woozi centric)

sitting around a campfire with svt because it’s that time of year.

grocery store au (woozi centric)

svt members position working at a grocery store.

manager jihoon having such a soft spot for the students working for him.

bss fucking around and breaking a jar of pickles.

SHORTER WORKS:

suck it and see - bf!jihoon x reader

summary: all jihoon had was a simple meeting. the problem is, he looks a little too good in his button up.

warnings: (recently) established relationship. first time together in any sexual way. oral (m. receiving). woozi in a white button-up with his sleeves rolled up. wonwoo and mingyu are kinda?? idk how to explain it but you’ll see. chan has a gf n she’s just kinda there. possessive (but in a healthy?? way?) jihoon. a little throat fucking. hair pulling.

“Y/N,” Jihoon hisses. Y/N whines softly as his grip on their waist tightens. “Angel, I think we should head out.” He says softly, still trying to hold his composure. If there was one thing he wasn’t about to do, it was pop a boner in a room full of his friends. He’d never hear the end of it. But the way Y/N sat so nicely on his lap, with their ass rubbing against his cock every time they moved— god, it was so hard to keep his hormones in check.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about sex before. They had, multiple times, when make out sessions got a little too heated and Jihoon was left hard as a rock. The relationship was a little too new for them to ever get farther than feeling each other up. It was a very hard line that Y/N chose to draw in the sand, and Jihoon respected it. Something about tonight was different.

Y/N’s grip on his forearm tightened, thumb brushing against the fabric that had been rolled up. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” They ask quietly, answer given before it’s even verbalized in the way his thumb circles their hip.

“No, god, never. But I’m thinking about things that would get me put on a watch list so that I don’t… y’know.” Jihoon presses a soft kiss to the base of their neck. “I just don’t want to be like this around the guys.” He laughs, but it’s strained. Just like how the fabric of his pants has started to feel. Y/N shifts again to test the water, and boy, is it tested.

when? - geto!woozi x ex jujutsu sorcerer!reader

summary: it’s been ten years since jihoon was banished from jujutsu tech. it’s been ten years since he slaughtered an entire village at the age of seventeen. it’s been ten years since y/n last saw him.

warmings: angst. hurt/comfort. jujutsu kaisen au. kind of post-breakup au. a little bit of a soulmate au if you squint. mega jujustu kaisen spoilers. woozi as geto. long haired woozi. mentions of massacring a village (if you’re familiar w jjk you know what im talking about). unresolved issues. unrequited love (kinda?). attempted murder kinda. hoshi as gojo. dialogue heavy.

The deep swell of the clouds overhead black out the sky. They swirl, angry, as they weep. A storm is brewing deep within them. The low rumble of thunder shakes the apartment building. Tonight is a night full of pain for the sky.

It’s equally as painful for Y/N.

The sharp knock on the door this late into the evening disturbs them. Y/N holds the cup of tea they were in the middle of making as they walk towards to door.

It’s most likely a solicitor, but to be out in this weather? They must be desperate. The knocks sound again; they must be really desperate. “One second!” Y/N calls, walking the few feet to the door. They swing it open forcefully, pissed off as the knocks echo once again.

Lee Jihoon stands on the other side of it. He looks older now. Out of reflex and shock, Y/N moves to slam the door closed. Jihoon slides a foot into the crack. He winces as it slams into the side of his shoe.

“Can I come in?” He’s beaten to all hell. Scratches cover parts of Jihoon’s face and arms, the blood flowing out of them mixed with the rain. He’s soaked, shivering softly with hair stuck to his forehead.

Y/N nearly drops their cup of tea, hand tightening around the door handle. It shakes as they pull it open more. “Um, yeah. I guess.” Jihoon slips inside, feet tracking in water. He’s considerate enough to slip his shoes off, but his socks are equally as wet.

lunch - seokmin x reader

summary: listening to an album with y/n’s boyfriend unlocks something in him. something almost dangerous for seokmin, and the best possible thing for y/n.

or, seokmin wants to be a better boyfriend. he’s fine as is, but it doesn’t hurt to start taking his partner out to lunch and craving a second course once they’re at home.

no teaser available at the moment but…. u get the idea.

drown - wonwoo x reader

summary: wonwoo wants to help his best friend; he really does. but things are so much harder to understand with a heavy heart of his own. so y/n explains what’s going on in terms he’ll get.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, best friends to ???. mentions of others drinking (specifically chan. this is not an accurate representation of how i see chan, i love him). brief mentions of reader n chan in a rlly complicated situation ship. stress, feelings of depression, etc. just both of em going through a rlly hard time :((( reader n wonwoo r passing a vape back n forth throughout this.

“Woo,” Y/N exhales, pulling the blanket over their chest, “I don’t even know what to say.” They lay their head on his chest, closing their eyes softly. They try to push back the tears, but the pressure is overwhelming.

“It’s okay. Take your time.” Wonwoo coos, wrapping his arm tighter around their shoulders.

“I just— I feel so stupid for even thinking that I had a chance.” They exhale slowly. “Like, I can never be first place against someone who doesn’t even care about him.” The tears they had been holding back for the last ten minutes slowly begin to fall as they open their eyes again.

Immediately, Wonwoo knows what Y/N is talking about. Their over complicated situation-ship had been a heavy topic that hung in the air for most of the last week. Wonwoo knew as soon as he entered the apartment that something was off. When the soft, hesitant knocks bounced off his door into his room, he knew.

He opened his door; to the soft call of his name from a shaking voice, and eyes that seemed to be brimming with tears. His body moved to usher Y/N into his room, to bring them to his bed and tuck them in as they both leaned against the headboard and held each other.

“Chan’s on the phone,” Y/N said flatly, face burning red as they struggled to speak.

“I know,” Wonwoo whispered into the air.

“With her.” They closed their eyes, suddenly hyper aware of their own heart beat.

“I know.” Wonwoo sighed, arm wrapping around their shoulders. He hated this; this look of pity on Y/N’s face, their eyes so wet from holding it together. The hesitance in their voice; something Wonwoo never heard in it. They were always so confident, so optimistic. It was gone entirely.

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abstract - idol!jihoon x reader

professor lee is a fantastic teacher. above all, he is a knowledgeable old man who is incredibly passionate about his job and his students. he enjoys dancing, bad karaoke, eating lunch with his students, writing with expensive pens, teaching and talking about his family. and he is about to give his last class, not because he’s retiring, but because he’s terminal. he doesn’t expect to make it to the end of the semester. y/n loves the philosophy class taught by professor lee. this year’s class is different. this year, the students enrolled in professor lee’s philosophy classes will learn about life and death, but the most important lesson y/n learned comes in the form of their professors son; jihoon.

current warning list: gn!reader. afab!reader. implied bi!reader. very brief reader x female oc. college stuff (academics, drinking, jihoon smokes cigarettes). mentions of issues with food/not eating. major character death. homophobia, heartbreak, life lessons. philosophy talk. grieving. hella hurt/comfort. this has a happy ending i swear.

The earth seems very far away. Wherever the two of them are right now, home seems so far away. It’s a very small dot compared to the rest of the vast and dark universe. Whatever is here, it shares the darkness and the emptiness of the vacuum of space. Whether it was a moment of total dissociation, or just shock, nothing seems quite real to Jihoon. The room is no longer spinning, but it feels just as fuzzy. His eyes feel bleary and heavy from crying, which he has also stopped doing. He watches from the front porch as his father is carried into the back of a hearse, Y/N held tightly to his side.

It’s cold, and the sun has begun to set. The glow of the afternoon is long gone. His mother and cousin are almost nonexistent in this moment. The only thing that really grounds him to the earth is the warmth of Y/N’s body inside his jacket. Their arms are crossed to keep the heat in. Jihoon tightens his hold on their bare arm.

It’s beautiful, he recognizes. The clouds are deep shades of purple; it’s an unusual occurrence for this time of year. ‘It’s just like him,’ He thinks, ‘to pick the most beautiful day to die.’ The hearse drives off and no one moves. No one speaks. The wind has even seemed to stop blowing; the earth has gone completely silent.

end of beginning - fbi agent!jihoon x detective!reader

summary: decorated detective Lee Jihoon transfers to the NYPD to catch yet another deranged serial killer. The only difference this time is his set of colleagues, and his unbridled hatred for one of them.

warnings: jun is dead as hell in this fic (he was readers old partner n died in a shootout) I am so sorry for this one seriously oh my god. if it’s any consolation, it’s only talked about n he doesn’t die during the fic. GRAPHIC depictions of violence, murder, bodily mutilation, getting shot; generally pls just be aware that this is a fic abt chasing down a serial killer in new york. woozi is such an asshole in the first little bit of this fic but he has his reasons. enemies to lovers. coworkers to lovers. ANGST. smut. fluff.

“You want me as an equal? Then start doing half the fucking work!” He snapped. God, how easy it would be to draw their gun right now and take him down a peg, Y/N thought. The intrusiveness of the thought made their body run cold.

Sure, Jihoon has always been an asshole, but shooting him? I’m getting far too invested in this. Y/N thought again, swallowing harshly. They let out a shaky breath, deciding to not say anything to counter him. This profile was hard. It had been two months, with five separate incidents and they had nothing.

“What? Nothing? Have I finally gotten you to shut up?” Jihoon sneered, a smirk falling onto his face. Any chance at silencing themselves was gone now.

“I really, really fucking hate your guts Lee. If it wasn’t for this fucking case I would happily never see you again. You’re self-centred and cocky, and frankly, you’ve contributed fuck all to this investigation. We’re two months in, both of us of the two most decorated detectives in North America. We have nothing. Don’t you dare fucking lecture me about putting in the work when the stakes are so high.” Y/N’s hands gripped their hair, pulling it harshly as they paced to the other side of the room. “I’m not about to lose another partner, not again.” It sounded like a sob.

“Feelings mutual.” Jihoon states, pushing open the glass door of the room and leaving. He swallows harshly as he exits, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He’d gone too far, and for the very first time, his argument with Y/N had left him with a sour taste in his mouth and the all too familiar feeling of guilt in his stomach.

when we’re both thirty - producer!jihoon x reader

summary: after writing a contract while drunk in college that detailed if both parties were still single by the time they were thirty they would get married, jihoon and y/n forget about it. nine years and one divorce later, jihoon finds himself on y/n’s doorstep begging for forgiveness and a place to stay. the only issue is, he realizes his feelings four years too late.

current warnings: so much angst. unrequited love. friends to strangers to ??? to ???? to lovers. four years of silence from jihoon. broken heart syndrome. reader struggling hardcore w depression after the unofficial official breakup. bss bestie shenanigans. hoshi is the mvp here. hoshi calls jihoons ex wife a whore at one point. (more to be determined. this one is still in the beginning stages)

“I’m taking Y/N home.” Soonyoung pats his friend on the shoulder twice. Jihoon’s mouth falls open softly, a look of confusion on his face.

“Why? Is everything okay?” He can’t help but worry, despite his new bride glaring at the concern on his face. “Are they okay?” Soonyoung nods curtly.

“Um, they just don’t feel well. They’re in my car right now.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but the tears they had been holding back all night were getting closer and closer to spilling. The last thing Y/N wanted was to be accused of ruining Jihoon’s wedding by crying.

He was still their best friend after all. Even if being in love with him felt like getting their heart ripped out through their throat, it was still his big day. Even if Seokmin had to calm them down in the bathroom, the family bathroom, and they received strange looks from the group of strangers who saw both of them exit it, it was Jihoon’s day. Y/N wanted nothing more than for this day to be a happy one, to be the last day where they could say they loved him.

But things didn’t work out like that.

All it did was twist the knife deeper, puncture holes in their lungs that made it impossible to breathe.

pride and dignity - idol!jihoon x male!soloist!reader

summary: jihoon’s managed to keep his private life out of the media for the last ten years. however, his first ever scandal is a dating scandal; and even worse, one with another man. with the mistake of going out for drinks and getting a little too touchy, jihoon has to navigate all of the speculation on his sexuality, and his growing feelings for the other person caught in the middle of it all.

warnings: m!reader, but i use they/them for reader in this fic bcs it’s easier to distinguish reader from woozi that way. i grew up writing gay fan fiction, i am using they/them for reader out of pure convenience to keep my shit straight. hoshi n lee soohyuk r together. woozi is gay. he likes men in this bad boy. dating scandal. mild homophobia. lots of sex talk. this is really just porn with a lot of plot. plot with a little porn??? idk. this is so angsty my lord. woozi is a TEASE in this oh dear. a little dialogue heavy in some places. soft n tender woozi makes his return!!. reader has a little bit of anxiety. did i mention angst. angst. pledis statements. that’s a warning in and of itself.

Jihoon’s heart beats wildly in his chest as he stares at his phone. The photos of them that were leaked looked incredibly intimate. Jihoon’s arm is wrapped around Y/N’s waist, a tender smile on his lips. He looks like he’s in love. He was just drunk.

Still, the soft expression on his face is noted in the headline of the article. Woozi and Y/N Entangled in Gangnam. Jihoon feels sick.

Entangled. That they most certainly were. This is what he was afraid of: his personal life intertwining with his professional career.

The call from his manager comes soon after. Jihoon sinks into his couch as his manager rambles on about how detrimental this scandal could be to his career. Jihoon knows. He knows better than anyone what this could mean for not only him but Y/N.

Y/N’s in a much worse position; they said it themselves, being gay is a death sentence in the K-Pop industry. Especially when you’re new to it.

“I can confirm that the person in the photos is Y/N. As for the circumstances surrounding the photos, I won’t comment on any rumours or speculation. All I can say is that Y/N and I remain committed to our work and professional relationship moving forward.” Jihoon keeps his words calculated and careful as his manager asks for an official statement. Pledis was taking a new approach with this scandal, and hearing from the source was what they deemed best.

He had no idea how Y/N’s company would handle it. Jihoon only hoped that they wouldn’t be too hard on them.

But he knows.

He knows any way it’s dealt with will hurt Y/N’s career. Jihoon feels like he’s going to throw up.

statute of limitations - criminal defense lawyer/single dad!seokmin x neighbour!reader

summary: getting a new neighbour is always an experience. getting a hot single dad right across the hall I n even better experience.

tags: jeongcheol canonically. lawyer/roommate!jeonghan, mentions of wack crimes/assault (cus they’re lawyers). more tags to be added here as well.

“Hi.” He smiles, opening the door wide enough for Y/N to step into his apartment. “What brings you here at this hour?” His smile is still so bright, despite the fatigue on his face and the hour of the day.

“Sorry.” Y/N looks down. “I needed to get way from Jeonghan for a bit. Is it okay if I come in for a bit? I promise I won’t keep you up much longer.” Y/N looks back up at him, smiling softly, eyebrows raised slightly to make their eyes look bigger.

“Course,”

“I seriously thought about strangling him. He just gets on nerves about certain things and it’s so—“ Seokmin laughs.

“I’m not too sure if you should be confessing your violent impulses to a criminal defence lawyer, angel.” He coos, setting the glasses onto coasters on his coffee table. He grabs his glasses from the table, slipping them onto his face before he finally leans back onto the couch. There’s very little space between the two of them.

how do you talk to a star? - PREQUEL TO HOW TO KILL THE SUN

summary and tags are a work in progress so here is a little teaser.

Ah, yes. The origins of the nickname angel.

Jihoon was babysitting once again as the rest of his friends drank. The booth in the bar was crammed full of people, most of them eating half as much as they drank. It was one of the rare times he had agreed to go out without being forced; this making it a cause for celebration.

“You’ll babysit me, right?” Soonyoung asked, an hour earlier when he wasn’t drunk. Jihoon huffed, nodding reluctantly. He rolled his eyes, not exactly happy to spend his Friday night watching Soonyoung cry in another alcohol induced breakdown.

A gentle pat to his thigh pulls him out of his dissociation. “You okay?” Y/N asks, nursing another glass of god knows what. He looks up from the table to them. He hums softly.

“Mm, yeah. Just spaced out a bit.” He laughs quietly, thought it sounds a little forced.

“You sure? You’ve been spacing out a lot recently.” Y/N rests their hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Jihoon’s heart swells a little at the action. Most people leave him to his own devices in situations like this. They let him deal with the overstimulation on his own. Y/N? Y/N’s a little different when it comes to these things.

“Yeah. Just a little tired.” His hand slides over Y/N’s, giving it a soft squeeze.

“If you want, I’m sure no one would be upset if we left.” Y/N starts, brushing the fabric of his jeans in an attempt to soothe him. It works.

“No. You’re having a good time; I’m just a little spaced out but I’m fine here.” He gives a small smile to them as they rest their head against his shoulder. It was definitely the alcohol in Y/N’s system that made such an action so easy for them.

role model is also on this list. i got extraordinarily busy and didn’t end up finishing it on time, and life kinda got busy and i couldn’t write anything happy for a while but i swear i will finish it!

these won’t be out for a while, I think this is my fic plan for the rest of the year tbh. but if anyone has any suggestions or requests for something shorter that they want to see, again, please feel free to send them in!!!

[ttigersimpkeito]

Dooma's day Alt drabble(Kei Centric and diff ending :3)(repost)

Yes i was given permission by @nentenkoneko with this one as well,the og one is about how dooma beats tiger and gory stuff,and in this one is just kei getting angry from the incident and beating dooma almost the same way :3

Also,so sorry if the things aren't accurate,its 1:50am and i cant concentrate well

TW:oc x canon (keito x tiger)(ofc having a secret relationship.),blood n gore, concussion, overthinking and just snapping out,actions of gore, assault with item and even biting. Injuries,blood and general tw i think really descriptive gore and wound? :3

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Keito to Dancing Rasta

Dancing Rasta to El Matador.

El Matador to Cool Joe.

Cool Joe to Twisting Tiger.

Twisting Tiger to... well.

the back of the net,well hopefully of course. He only had the keeper to beat,Keito knew he can do it,since its just the keeper that's left.

"hes taking it-What a chance!"

Keito heard Mac said it...but then he saw Dooma charaina at Tider which he immediatelv ran from the position of near big Bo towards lU's goalpost at top speed.

He thought that dooma is doing something,and he think he knew what Dooma is doing.

"TIGER! BEHIND YOU-"

Keito screamed while running to the goal, but he was too late.

He watched in shock as tiger crashed into the ground,the sound of nose breaking upon impact,and how tigers face met the ground.

He watched how Dooma slammed Tiger. He watched blood spill from tigers forehead and nose. He froze there,he couldn't believe what is happening. His one and only was tackled to the point he got a concussion,and is bleeding.

Keito also noticed how no one is at Tigers aid. But he knew why. They were all shocked about Dooma's actions. And how scary Dooma is in everyones eyes.

'tiger...no...dont get up...i…..im coming.'

Keito only thought as he tried to walk closer, but he stopped when he saw how Dooma is looking at tiger,like a predator looking at his prey. Making Keito disgusted at how Dooma looked at Tiger,it pissed him off...Looking at the two,he also noticed how dooma is uninjured himself,aside from the only long thin cut thats across his forehead and how dooma is already back on his feet.

He saw how Dooma is smiling at Tiger. He hated that damned smile. He hated it so bad. Specially when it was his unofficial one and only Dooma is staring at.

Slowly but surely,rage started to fill in Keitos mind and heart, his fist slowly clenched as he continued to watched... but yet he couldn't do anything...since he didn't want to ruin Supa Strikas reputation...and not wanting to kill Dooma….yet.

"Is Tiger bleeding?!"

"He is-" Mac said as his voice was muffled and distant."Its all over the fucking damn grass! I'm gonna be really sick..."

Keito knew the commentators were stating the obvious. and the fire in his mind continued to grow.to his surprise,He saw that Dooma hadn't moved from his spot.

"Pathetic idiots. "Keito watched dooma muttered, only because he had heightened sense from his trainings in the past and how he could also read lips. He also saw Dooma's lips curled from a smile to a painful looking snarl. To see Doomas hands curled into tight fists thats tight enough that even showing his veins and shaking.

"Look what they've made me go and do now...hmm...?"

Keito could heard Tigers slurred words. He could hear how Tiger said hes okay, which clearly he wasnt. But to hear Dooma say

"its not okay, Because you're still fucking moving-"

Those words suddenly made Keitos Vision blurr,he couldn't hear anything clearly anymore as he stood there

'hes going to hurt Tiger again.'

'Hes hurting someone i love so much.'

'Hes picking on someone thats shorter and smaller than him.'

Keito was stuck in his own thoughts as he stood there frozen. Not knowing that skarra and Vince were there to stop Dooma and fail to do so.

'Hes going to hurt him again.'

'He might end up killing your one and only.'

'But you're on live tho. Should you attack him?'

'What if the world see you for who you really are?'

'But you're doing it because hes hurting tiger.'

'You have your reasoning.'

'maybe you should get rid of dooma for good.'

Keito only hear muffles of Vince and Dooma arguing, but he was zoned out. He couldn't focus when all he could think was to get rid of Dooma. He didn't know why hes having Dissociations of sorts right now.

But he wanted to help Tiger.

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"-ou need, Dooma, we can talk about it inside." Vince's voice floated back into his ears, "Me and you. No one else. Whatever you need."

"And what if I want it to stay like this?" Dooma's head tilted. His eyes wandered back down, meeting Tiger's own. The pressure on his chest relaxed for a brief, brief moment, before the boot sank down once more as Dooma leant over, rough, uncaring fingers ruffling Tiger's hair, as if he were simply a dog. "I think kitty here enjoys the fresh air. Don't you, Tiger?"

"Don't be difficult, Dooma." Vince eventually had to break. He had to snap. And he did, his face contorting into a twisted, irritated scowl, "Come along now so we can try and salvage the screw-up you've caused."

"Don't be difficult?" The Captain echoed with a snort, eyes snapping back over to where Vince stood, "You want to see difficult? Oh, I can give you difficult."

Suddenly, the fingers wrapped around Tiger's hair tightened. His head was yanked upwards sharply before Dooma slammed it back down into the ground below.

"Dooma-!"

"This is difficult."

Tiger heard him snarl,he silently looked towards Keito,his own Vision blurry ...whats happening with kei..?why isn't he here...?'he could only see Keitos figure standing there and doing nothing.

Tiger wanted to cry. He wanted to cry for help. Any help he could get. Because he felt left behind. Forgotten.

And Alone.

'why isn't he coming for me...it... definitely hurts...i..im tired..'

Again,Tigers hair was pulled. Again his head lifted.

Again, it hit the floor with the same awful crack.

And again... (see how i only put one? Its because its different from the og one)

Keito came back to his senses again,his vision clear again before he saw how injured Tiger was.

'Hes hurt. Its your fault.'

'You let Dooma hurt him.'

'Its your fault. But maybe you should kill Dooma as an apology to Your secret love.'

And it happened, Keito approached the lU bench, actually tore a bench off with his hands before approaching Dooma with the metal of the bench.

Skarra saw keitos approach. But he said nothing to anyone.

Tiger was in pain, really bad pain as his hair was going to be pull again.

Suddenly...

*Crack.*

Keito swung the metal right at Dooma's head, he then whacked his head again with the same metal. Causing Dooma to fall from the impact at his head, dropping Tiger as well. With His empty face, Keito grabbed the man who hurt tiger by the jersey and dragged him towards the goalpost.

Just as Dooma was about to get up,Keito grabbed Dooma by his head,and slammed his head into the goalpost with full force.

He did it more than once. Infront of the players and infront of the live camera that was supposed to live show the soccer game. He slammed Dooma's head into the goalpost...

again....

again...

and again.

Until Dooma's head started to bleed, Keito tugged Dooma by the hair...he suddenly had a really crazy smile as he forcefully pulled Dooma's hair out, bit by bit,just to make him feel the pain.

Keito didn't had anything to say, all he know is to Torture Dooma, make him suffer the same way he made Tiger suffer,his own hands kept pulling the hair and actually tearing it off.

This was a new side of Keito for everyone to witness.

The side of Keito,he himself never showed anyone.

And with Dooma now getting beaten up, The strikas immediately got to tigers side. Tiger wasnt injured too bad till hes unconscious but it still hurt. It definitely did.

Keito didn't hear what his team were doing tho. Too busy beating Dooma again and again.

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Rasta gently held tiger as he tilted him"... Ti,Ti!can you hear us?"he asked in a worried tone,his motions being soft and careful,but the answer he received was Tiger wanting to puke. Which Rasta carefully tilted him again.

"let it out...let it out."

Rasta gently rubbed slow circles around tigers back as he watched bile spills sloppily from tigers lips to the floor.

"there we go...shh...dont fight it. Shhh..."rastas gentle tone was at it again. Since keito actually reacted,it prevented tiger from getting dropped a few more times more.

Tiger could only lean on Rasta as he couldn't feel much.

But he definitely felt the pain. Hes dizzy and couldn't focus yet,he could hear muffled voice of someone getting kicked and attacked again and again.

His mouth tried to shift to form words but he was too fatigued to,he tried to look but his vision was blurry, but he could see a figure striking another figure with an item...which probably was keito striking dooma....

Keito kept striking dooma again and again, before he bit doomas arm,tear his skin out with his own teeth, headbutting him over and over,ebem pulling one of Dooma's teeth out forcefully.

Then Keito jumped on Dooma's back, planning to break Dooma's back by putting his own weight to crush his back.

After that he struck Dooma's knee with the metal and snapped the right knee.

It was a side of keito that not even vince ever saw.

Keito kept torturing Dooma again and again until dooma was unconscious from the pain.

only then he was quickly restrained by blok, big bo and north all three together,even a three together,they were still struggling to keep keito down.

Being restrained had made keito angry, but he wasnt really in the right state of mind at all to say kuch

"LET ME GO! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM FOR HURTING TIGER!"

He yelled as he struggled against the 2 defenders and the goalkeeper.

"Dude, calm down! He's already unconscious, its enough! You're going to kill him if you keep going dude-!"North yelled as he was pulling Keitos leg down.

"NOT ENOUGH!I HAVE TO BREAK EVERY SINGLE OF HIS BONES FOR HIM TO PAY FOR THIS!"

Keito only screamed as the metal on his hand was taken away by el matador.

"ay yai yai,you have become really loco, keito!you have to calm down, for the great el matador of course!" El matador "tried" to get keito to calm down.

But obviously it didn't work. So they dont have a choice. So they had to sedate Keito down.

Because of what happened was shown in Live TV,This incident became the hot topic on the internet for days...

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Keito was sitting beside twisting tigers bed,yeah tiger was discharged and keito was put in charge to take care of tiger.

Keito felt guilty. Both for the incident and for not saving tiger.

As Tiger wakes up he looked up to the figure beside the bed"mm...what happened?"Tiger said as he sat up slowly,he couldn't remember what happened that day.

As he felt dizzy and fatigued.

"yeah...sounds about right...amnesia." keito said to himself before getting a bowl of chicken porridge to tiger, scooping a spoonful of porridge and feeding tiger.

"we had an incident during our game against IU. You got concussion and...were badly injured...and now you're slowly recovering...and i ended up nearly killing dooma that day."

"oh. You didn't really kill him right.?"Tiger asked as he ate the spoonful of porridge,his body wrapped with slightly bandages.

"nearly. He was lucky. I'll never let him hurt you ever again."Keito said softly to tiger before gently kissing Tigers forehead which Tiger blushed lightly from the kiss.Then he continued to feed the recovering redhead.

And unfortunately for Keito, The Nakama players had saw what had happened in the incident....

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[leasstories]

Letter six:

TW: Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 5 - Letter 7

April 30th, 1986

Eddie,

I don't even know why I am writing those lines. But I miss you, and I'm angry at everyone who treated you badly. I saw Mrs Cunningham at the store and she started badmouthing on you. You can't imagine how much that hurts. To hear words about your boyfriend, your lover than you know aren't true.

I have to find a way to make see how you really where, who you were deep down. I just can't the idea that people still hate you and you did everything in your power to save them...

They should be so fucking grateful. But the problem is that they don't know that. They don't know how you really left us nor why.

I've been feeling sick lately. I don't know what happening to me.

Anyways, I called Hopper this morning. I got a part-time job as a secretary for now. He didn't want to give me a full-time job because of my current mental state.

He already told me that if one day I didn't feel like going to work, I could skip and he'd still pay me. He is a sweetheart but I can't accept this.

Wayne's invited me to play poker this afternoon. He told me all about how you've stopped playing with him when you were 15. You know, he wished he had one last game with you. He told me you were good at it. I wasn't that good. I wish you could have taught me...

I didn't really answer, I still cannot talk about you, except to defend you. As for Wayne he can only do it when he's remembering something about you. It's hard to hear him talk about you, but I can't be selfish, he needs it and that's why I'll let him talk about you as much as he wants. Even though it hurts.

Wayne said he would stop by this afternoon.I really have to clean up the trailer... I never have the strength to do mundane tasks and the trailer is a real mess. You would tell me: "Sweetheart, you're worse than me." And you would have chuckled.

I really don't want Wayne to see how bad I'm doing. He is already there for me more than he should. Besides it would break his heart and the poor man already has to cope with your departure so I don't want him to have to cope with my shitty mental state.

I know he already sees I am not doing good, I just don't want him to see the extent of how bad I feel. I don't want to add this pressure on him. I don't want to become a burden.

Anyways, little genius finally finished writing the campaign. Even if it's hard I promised to him that I would read it so that's what I'm going to do right after writing this letter. I will tell you about everything about it tomorrow. But I'm sure it's gonna be good, as you always said, the kid's a genius, even though his ego is the size of the World Trade Center. I know you would have laughed at this joke. And called me a "smarty pants" but that's true ! Don't even try to argue with me on that !

Anyways, he gave me the campaign and I'll try reading today. They are going to play it on Friday. I can't watch it, I don't feel capable of doing so. I'm sorry Eddie, I know you want me to watch the campaign, I know you don't like the fact that I asked Dustin to kill off my character. But DnD without you makes no sense.

On a more positive note, I'm going out with Gareth and Jeff tonight. They said and I quote "we don't want to be sulking all alone in your house tonight so let's go The Hideout."

Gareth even added "please sneak some beers for me." Im not so fond of the idea but who am

I ? Definitely not his mom, so he'll get his beer. Don't worry, I'll supervise him.

The boys are missing you too you know. We're all missing you.

Eternally yours,

- Your sweetie

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