#it is a sickeningly sad and good hearted thing

[pomefioredove]

You know what would be sad? If you/Yuu breaks up with Vil (or vice versa) and then runs to Rook afterwards. I wonder if Vil is going to feel betrayed again? If you could do a little scenario for this, that’d be great!

this is such a good prompt, I love rebound scenarios omg. needed this today. and here comes rook with the steel chair!!!

summary: getting dumped by vil schoenheit type of post: long fic characters: rook additional info: romantic, established relationship, vil breaks up with reader, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, kinda angsty, hahhhh, my god

"It's not personal. I just don't think it's fair to you," Vil says.

He doesn't fidget. Maintains perfect eye contact. He doesn't even try to act sorry, which, perhaps, is what stings the most.

He's supposed to be an actor, after all.

That's what this is all about.

"You must have always known this was a possibility," he says. "My schedule is getting busier, I simply don't... want to push you away."

Each word is spoken with a honeyed softness, as if he's trying to cushion the blows. It doesn't help.

Your heart thuds in your chest, your eyes burn. This is the worst thing you've ever experienced. You would take a thousand overblots over this. Any day.

What a bitter sentiment.

"You don't mean to push me away. What is this, then?"

A look of guilt finally crosses Vil's face, cracking the mask of professionalism he'd been hiding behind. It offers little comfort.

His brow furrows, and he sighs. "A preventative measure. It would hurt more if I'd waited,"

A million questions fly through your mind, faster than you can catch them. You want to shout, to tell him exactly how he's making you feel, to ask him who he thinks he is- but all you can manage is a stare.

He frowns, extending a hand as if to caress your face, but you turn on your heels and leave before he has the chance.

You wouldn't sit there and let him make a fool of you any longer.

You had become comfortable with the Pomefiore dorm in the past few months, but today, its elegance feels suffocating. The white and gold decor seems to mock you, every vase of perfect flowers laughing at your imperfection as you pass them by.

It hurts.

Stings, burns, makes you feel like you're drowning in a sea of perfume, choking on lilac and rose. Has the air here always been so sickeningly sweet?

There's still a lingering part of you that wants to run back to him, to beg, to negotiate, but you know he's right. You hate that he's right.

This... whatever it was... wouldn't last.

And you'd always known it.

---

How does one recover from being dumped by Vil Schoenheit?

Short answer: you can't.

You can wallow all you want, drowning yourself in the unhealthy foods he forbade you from eating, skipping the classes he'd so encouraged you to excel in, and using cheap tissues on your formerly-perfect skin, but that doesn't change a thing.

Perhaps if it hadn't been so public, you might have pulled yourself together sooner. But the very second all of your pictures were gone from his profile, everyone knew.

On some nights, you'd torture yourself by reading the thirsty comments from desperate fans under his latest posts, all of them pointing out his recent singleness. You would wonder to yourself if you had sounded that pathetic when you were dating Vil.

Just another hopeless, desperate fan, hoping for a piece of him.

People on campus avoided you. Not out of fear, but pity, a lack of knowing what to say. How do you even comfort someone after this?

It was like having an open wound on full display. No matter how you tried to bandage it, it kept bleeding through.

Even Grim was keeping his distance.

What little comfort came in the form of an anonymous knight in shining armor. Roses left at your doorstep, letters of love and encouragement on your assigned seats, little baskets full of your favorite foods and trinkets on your kitchen table...

You would have questioned it if you were not so consumed by your grief. At least the mystery offered a distraction.

"Another one," Ace comments, pulling a letter off your chair before you can sit on it. "Whoever this guy is, he's slick."

He hands you the letter, which you gracefully accept.

Deuce watches cautiously. "And you're sure it's not just... some kinda of prank, right? I've known my fair share of nasty types, this could be a trick."

"Too much effort," you shake your head. "I mean, whoever this is is spending a lot of time and money cheering me up. Not to mention... I've tried looking up some of these poems, and no matches. They're originals."

You wave around the letter in hand, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Though, I'm sure whoever's doing it is just being nice,"

"Nice. Right," Ace rolls his eyes. "Cause I know like, a million teenage boys who are just dying to write poetry for their friends."

Even Deuce snickers at that. You roll your eyes.

"Point taken. I guess I just can't believe that anyone would want me after..." you pause. There's no pleasant way to put it, so you let Ace and Deuce fill in the blanks.

"Hey, Vil is a jerk. He doesn't deserve you," Deuce says. "And trust me, if I ever catch him disrespecting you again-"

Ace scoffs. "Woah, there, tiger. Calm down. Vil could kick your ass and we all know it,"

"He really was something, wasn't he?" you sigh, slumping in your seat. Ace and Deuce give each other a panicked look.

"We didn't mean-"

"No, I get it," you say, reaching down to the floor in an attempt to touch your toes. Vil had told you that little exercises help calm the nerves. You hate how you still need his advice.

"Oh, hey, look," you sit back up, another pink envelope in hand. "Another one."

---

There's something about these gifts that doesn't sit right with you.

Each one is arranged to perfection, obviously crafted by a very thoughtful individual, just personal enough to suit your tastes but distant all the same.

It's almost as if the sender is holding something back.

But, not today.

You're greeted by a trail of rose petals leading up to Ramshackle's front door, which itself is ajar. Not uncommon, considering Grim's inability to take care of the makeshift dorm, but with the scent of roses and the candlelight inside, you know it's something more.

You walk in, setting your things aside, and continue following the path of petals into the kitchen, where a rickety wooden table has been set for two.

You, however, are the only one in the room.

"Hello?" you ask, turning in circles. The space is empty, save for a small letter on one of the chairs.

Beautiful,

A little bird told me you doubt the intentions of my admiration. I must amend that immediately, and I see no better way than to say it myself.

Yours truly.

"Trickster," a familiar voice comes from the doorway behind you, and you whirl around to face your admirer.

"Rook!" you gasp, clutching the letter to your chest.

He beams in response. "Oui, c'est moi. Though I was so enjoying the mystery, I feel it's time I made my intentions clear. Sit, please,"

You don't hesitate to follow his suggestion (the surprise left your knees feeling weak, anyway), and he joins you in the adjacent seat.

"But what-"

"Please," he says, holding a finger to your lips to shush you. "Let me start. I first want to say that I have meant every single word, in song and ink, that I have given to you. My heart is true."

Your mind is overflowing with questions, none of which he seems keen on answering in full just yet.

"I have spent the past several months allowing our Beautiful Vil to woo you. I have so enjoyed watching your love blossom from afar, despite my own feelings towards you. But things have changed," Rook says.

"For as much as I love him, this was his own doing. He has made a fatal mistake, one which cannot be undone- he has wounded you, mon amour, in a most vulnerable fashion. Months ago, when we both realized our feelings for you, I willingly stepped aside," he says. "I thought Vil would be the best option for you. I thought I was not ready to commit myself. Now I see what a mistake that was, and I hope you might find it within yourself to forgive me..."

You can only stare back. "Rook..."

"I cannot resent our Roi du Poison for his choice, for it's his to make. But he hurt you dearly, and in the process, he has relinquished his claim on you. I know your wound is still fresh. But, please, Mon Trickster, mon véritable amour, be mine?"

You're silent for a moment, processing every detail of what he said, what he's offering...

He's right. The wound Vil created is still open, and despite the weeks of "recovery", had yet to improve.

If you kept waiting for it to heal, perhaps it never would.

You nod. "Okay. Okay! But-! Let's take it slow, okay?"

Rook just barely manages to stop himself from leaping across the table to take your hands into his, and he reaffirms your request with a nod.

"Of course, mon cœur. What is a hunter if not patient?"

---

Pomefiore is beautiful again.

There are still times where you swear you can see Vil staring at the two of you, a look of discontent on his face, from across the room.

He doesn't utter a word about the way Rook has his arm over your shoulder, or the many terms of endearment he uses on you, though he doesn't have to. The lingering guilt and regret has made a home for itself in Vil Schoenheit.

You're sure Rook has noticed by now, too, although this isn't the first time he's pulled something like this on the housewarden without a second thought, and it likely won't be the last.

Perhaps it's for the better.

[neiptune]

always for the first time

c/w: 1.2k wc, reader is deep in her head, gojo is stupidly in love & wants nothing more than to be the best boyfriend on planet earth, sickeningly sweet, disgustingly self indulgent, inspired by andré breton's poem, wrote this in like 10 minutes, reader discretion advised: you'll drown in fluff

Life has been brutal in teaching Satoru the consequences of not picking up on things in time and with that now comes the anxiety of missing out on hints, small details, imperceptible signals.

He is a good learner, although he wasn’t ready for what you had in store for him. He can be too much, always has been too much, people have told him. Too strong, too loud, too obnoxious, too dumb. He didn’t know how to juggle his worst traits and keep them under control around you, has never wanted not to scare someone away so bad.

Satoru is also, and most importantly, a keen observer.

He has to be, not only to watch his back every now and again but also to pick up on more subtle things that could escape a less trained eye. You are one of those things.

He has studied you, mapped out every twitch of your lips or crease between eyebrows, he has memorized the heaviness of your sighs and which limits it’s best not to push. He knows you need your space and that some people don’t appreciate how overwhelming his interest in them can be. Because what if his insistence ends up crushing them? What if he cares so much you eventually drift away?

So Satoru knows when to keep quiet, when to leave you be or wrap his arms around your waist to bury a gentle kiss in your hair. You have taught him that he doesn’t have to prove his presence all the time, a broken record of I’m here, don’t you know that I’m here for you?

You know. His presence is embedded in every aspect of your life, in every soft thought crossing your mind. He’s there when he lies on top of you in bed, infinity turned off for good measure, cheek pressed to your stomach and arms wrapped around your frame in a petulant attempt to convince you to stay five more minutes. He’s there when he gets back early from a mission and you come home to the tall, familiar figure making a mess of your kitchen. I had half an hour to spare and I thought you’d like soup.

Satoru sees the flow of individual atoms that make you, you. Which means that he knows when you’re in pain, feels your sadness creeping up into his very bones, only experiences true fear the first time you bury your face into his chest and your body shakes in his arms, consumed by the terror of not seeing him again. Satoru is not scared because he thinks the thought of something happening to him is even remotely rational, it’s the thought of leaving you without him for a second too long that petrifies him.

He’s there when he looks at you and sees everything there’s to see, the good and so much of the bad. Satoru has eyes that grant him extraordinary perception and cause a constant, exhausting influx of information. But he can now see you as well as he sees cursed energy: the flux of excitement, sadness, rage or embarrassment. He sees how big your heart is and yet deems it not nearly large enough to contain the love you have for him and for others, threatening to bubble over at all times.

He sees your shame and insecurities and how desperately you attempt to keep those from him. Sometimes he forces himself to respect it, other times it’s hard not to at least attempt to work his charm.

You could get mad but he can’t risk skipping the chance of reminding you once more that he’s there. Just in case. He’s there.

“What’s up?” he asks nonchalantly, nose still buried in that book you couldn’t stop talking about for an entire week.

“Nothing’s up. If something was up, you’d know first” your grin is charming although a little forced and when you go back to the cooking show you’re watching on television, Satoru lets a few seconds pass.

“I think something’s up”

You sigh. He’s not even looking at you but you feel the wary concern vibrating in his voice.

“I’m okay” your own pitch gets softer, a gentle reminder that there’s nothing to really worry about. It’s just that your mind can get very loud at times, but that’s not to become another one of his battles. He has enough of those already.

But that’s when he puts the novel down, a bunch of dried lavender twigs used as a makeshift bookmark.

“I can see that” he knows the punchline will always make you roll your eyes with fondness, especially if he has his blindfold on “your limbs are still attached, your hair looks pretty, skin is fairly hydrated” you huff out a laugh as he crawls over you only to slump his long, inconveniently heavy body on top of yours.

“But something’s wrong” he whispers it into your skin, hopes that it’s easier to get you to open up if you can’t see him and think he can see less of you. His lips are pressed to your neck and snowy hair tickles your chin, so you attempt to comb some of it back with a light scoff.

“You currently obstructing my airways?”

He lightly pinches your side and you squirm underneath his weight with an airy giggle.

“Stop doing that”

“Doing what?” you flick his forehead but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Deflecting. Something’s wrong, I can feel it”

Satoru wishes he didn’t sound every bit as pathetic as he did. But he’s made peace with the fact that this is what love does to him a long time ago. He’s in love, and pathetic, and simply prays it’s one of the times he’s lucky enough you’ll give him the green light to make a breach in the walls.

“You can feel it?” you muse “what are you, obsessed with me or somethin’?”

“I am” he lightly nips at your jaw and draws a gasp “what a stupid question”

As obsessed as an invincible man can be, one that spends each day hoping he’ll be allowed to gain yet another victory over the ache throbbing in your ribcage. What good is being the strongest if he’s barely allowed to shield you from yourself?  

“I’m just tired” you articulate the words slowly, attentively, and your heart swells in your chest when he instantly stills his movements “it’s a tiring day. I’ll be fine”

And Gojo hums against the warmth of your skin, tightens his arms around you. Of course you’ll be fine, he’ll be there to make sure you will be. Not that you need him to fight your battles, you never needed him in the first place.

“Thank you” for making this one of the moments I’m allowed to climb over those walls, even if just to take a small peek.

“You’re so silly” you smile and don’t even understand how the hell someone could get so lucky.

“S’why you love me”

“Wrong, I love you because of your pretty face and remarkable abs”

“I’m more than a nice piece of ass, y’know?”

Another silent laugh fills the air, now lighter, and you can already feel his smile as you gently pull his blindfold down. Satoru lets you, lifts his face to make your job a little easier and when his eyes slowly flutter open there’s nothing but sincere adoration swirling in them. There’s trust, and love, and you can’t help but force them shut again as you gently press your lips to both his eyeslids.

To tell him that you love him with just as much fierceness, with every fragment of your flawed, human body.

To thank him for seeing you with such earth shattering clarity, always for the first time.

[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

This is my 5th Buddie Rec List! I started compiling this list last April and omg looking back through them now I desperately need to reread them all. Highly recommend all of these fics, also please show the authors some love in their comments xx Happy Easter lovelies <3 REMINDER TO CHECK THE TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS

where our eyes are never closing by @rewritetheending | T | 6k

After the lightning strike, Buck asks Eddie to take candid photos of him to help prove to Buck that he still exists. Absolute PEAK Softness. Buck through Eddie's eyes! I was a mushy puddle by the end. 10/10 would recommend. 

i got all my sisters with me by @useramor | T | 6k

Established relationship Buddie. Eddie’s sister has a baby and they travel down to Texas to meet the baby. DIAZ SIBLINGS UNITE! Seriously though the sibling dynamic in this is off the charts and Buck and Eddie are sickeningly in love, it is quite beautiful.

meet me where the tide comes in by @iinryer | G | 4k

A 3+1 fic about Eddie getting kissed on the head. FOREHEAD KISSES PTSD MORE HEAD KISSES AND BOYS IN LOVE!! Need I say anything more??

The one where Buck gets turned into a dog by @911onabc | G | 9k

Law Suit era BUT WAIT WAIT….DOG BUCK!! I am a sucker for fic where one of them gets turned into an animal. They are much more free with their affection when they think it's just a dog, or just a cat, and the bond between Eddie and "Boy" is so so wonderful. And I do love a happy ending xx

can't do this anymore (do it anyway) by @chronicowboy | T | 2k

Short and sweet but GOD this packs a punch. Eddie starts dating after the lightning strike and Buck is feeling Big Bad about it. He is so sad it truly breaks my heart but all works itself out in the end and Eddie proves Buck’s fears wrong.

We Found Each Other (Over There)  by @thekristen999 | T | 46k

Buddie WWII AU. A combat medic and a G.I. meet during one of the world’s greatest battles. This fic is a legitimate masterpiece. I cannot describe to you the quality of this fic because it is beyond words but I will tell you I stayed up until 3:30 am to finish it in one sitting and was left broken but made so so whole again. 

the mortifying ordeal of being known by @the-amber-raven | G | 60k

AU where Bobby is Buck’s adoptive Dad and Eddie is dating Buck but Eddie and Bobby think they are talking about two different people. Buck is training at the fire academy but hiding it from Bobby. This fic is the most beautiful tangle of miscommunication, love and family. 

like all good things are by @try-set-me-on-fire | T | 7k

Perfect, amazing, soul-destroying, magical, healing Fic. This literally covers all the bases. Chim and Bobby both get injured. OH! and Buck and Eddie were secretly dating all along. READ THIS FIC PEEPS!

find a way to you (if it kills me) by @eddiediazes  | M | 19k

The one where Eddie decides to start dating again, Buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief. BUCK PINING LV.10000000!

and i’d choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) by @monsterrae1 | E | 16k

Amnesia Exes fic by the wonderful Rae. Buck and Eddie fall in love via a penpal program and then Buck vanishes. This fic is set four years later. I literally could not put it down. I was reading it in class and then sat in my car for who knows how long just to finish it because I could not continue my day without knowing how it ended.

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) by @loserdiaz | M | 18k 

APRIL'S FAMOUS!BUCK AND ARMY!EDDIE FIC!! In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. OH THEY PINNNEEEEE! It’s delicious. 

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by @chronicowboy | M | 21k 

Alternative S7, Buddie Divorce Era Pt.2. Buck does something reckless and Eddie gets angry about it but these boys cannot communicate effectively to save their lives! This fic is peak angst to a happy ending and I felt like I had a hole in my chest OMG.

left your mark on this heart by @chronicowboy | G | 5k

Buck gets medically diagnosed with butterflies and the doctor makes him write in a notebook every time it happens. Surprise, surprise, the cause and effect is Eddie-related. The notebook entries kill me in the best way, the happiest happy ending

ALSO, YES THIS IS THE THIRD FIC BY THE SAME AUTHOR ON THIS LIST WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?? READ IT IS WHAT! COS THEY'RE SO DAMN GOOD. 

endless numbered days by @cal-daisies-and-briars | G | 13k 

Buck and Eddie's wedding but from Bobby's POV as Bobby reflects on the family he lost and the one he gained. Absolutely beautiful, I cried.

don’t wanna let you love somebody else but me by @shitouttabuck | T | 14k

Chris wants dating advice so obviously Buck and Eddie decide to Fake Date for research purposes. This fic is PEAK adorable, sappy, and awkward Buddie. They’re idiots but we love them and the certainly love each other. READ THIS FIC! 

[wolfienation]

some rhaenicent fic recommendations

grey ridge (ríl liatroma) by molter ( @molter-writes ) - married with kids; business drama; they’re sickeningly cute; arguably the best thing ive read in the fandom; 10 out of 10; read it like 6 times; if you haven’t read it dude what are you waiting for

ride the dragon (and do it quickly) by molter - the #roadtrip fix it 

love is complicated by molter - Alicent is an actress and Rhaenyra is her rich best friend; they idiots and they’re in love; Laena is featured and she is fed up

leaf and blade by molter  - it’s summer; they’re hiding their relationship; they’re teachers; and my all time favorite tag ‘harwin gets a whistle’ 

bodhrán beat by molter - read the tags. its by molter trust me its good.

cleopatra by dontaskmedude   - divergence from episode 4; Joffery does not die; Laenor and Rhaenyra do everything right; Alicent and Rhaenyra raise their kids together 

someone to watch me die by dontaskmedude  - this is just, this is just depressing; good but depressing; like if hurt/no comfort is your thing this is for you; it’s just so, so sad; kinda Alicent in chains/Rhaenyra half year queen era with some timeline tweaks but no happy ending; do not read this if you want them to be happy 

Untouchable by mylordshesacactus - young rhaenicent; if Aemma never died and if Alicent never married viserys; i love this story so much you dont get it

Blame it on Fate by Lumyart ( @lumyart ) - they’re rival co hosts; well, actually, they’re rival co hosts in Alicent’s mind; Rhaenyra is thoroughly enamored (as per usual) 

you don't know what love is (if you don't put up a fight) by tansymeadows - viserys manages to last a couple extra days and Rhaenyra returns after Alicent blinked her pretty brown eyes and said “you’ve only just arrived”

The Silver Queen and the Lady in Green by WanderingFan - idk how to explain this; honestly just read it; it’s really good; slow burn; like incredibly slow burn im on chapter 26 rn and they’ve only just become friends a couple chapters ago but god is it worth it 

is it too soon to do this yet ('cause I know it's delicate) by Arvedui - episode 1 divergence; it’s cute; they’re cute 

would it be enough (if i could never give you peace?) by Arvedui  - Jeyne Arryn my beloved; you and Laena would get along splendidly when it comes to these two nitwits ( i say with affection) 

Midnights Like This by pure_black_wings - based on Taylor’s album; college setting; slow burn

Duty and Sacrifice (A History of Rhaenyra the Blessed by Archmaester Gyldayn) by TheIronDragon10    (@theirondragonrants) - now when i say i love this story i mean i LOVE this story; if you ever wanted to know what the House of the Dragon looked like thoroughly united then LOOK NO FURTHER; top tier; it’s wonderful; it has angst, it has joy, it has family and sibling vibes, it has slow burn, it has pain and healing and love everything i could ever want from a realistic version of canon where my girls can be happy; emphasis on realistic because the irondragon does not pull any punches 

Cleaving to Rhaenyra by WanderingFan - another episode 4 divergence 

you’ve got your demons (darlin’ they all look like me) by geralehane    ( @geralehane ) - the reincarnation au 

lying (in the hollows of your heart) by wakesiren ( @wakesirens)  - read this for the last scene of chapter 3 and thank me later; update: READ THIS FOR CHAPTER FOUR AND THANK ME LATER

towers and dragons verse by beepboop (permanganato) - Alicent is one adorable nerd okay and Rhaenyra just loves her 

what is it good for? by bluebaric ( @viscountcrow ) - arranged marriage au; Rhaenyra is a war hero; Alicent is perpetually terrified for her life  

tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart by alphayamergo   ( @sydneysageivashkov ) - this was just, this was just hilarious; like picture Corlys and Otto snarling at each other from across the council room trying to convince Rhaenyra to marry either Alicent or Laena and that’s what this is

thine is the queendom by liadrell ( @lesbianalicent ) - this was an excellent read, really good character dive on alicent

Ember to Flame by CrowSaint (@ dayneonychus ) - intriguing concepts 

our shadow over the sea by queensmooting - sigh

Long Live Our Queens! by WanderingFan - they’re gonna kill their fathers and they’re gonna rule together and it’s gonna be great

blood in your mouth (I wish it was mine) by dontaskmedude - this made me shed some tears

Of Our Own Accord by 99bad_habits ( @99bad-habits ) - can’t wait to see how this turns out; canon divergence at 1x08; Viserys lives long enough and Rhaenyra returns on dragonback and our girls get to co-rule

and i'll still see it, until i die by irridescence - h e a r t b r e a k i n g; starts around the winter fever and goes backward from there

by choice by alicents - co-parenting rhaenicent my beloveds <3; family fluff told in segments in a non-linearly fashion; it's cute; they're cute; something to read while canon is breaking your heart

good luck, babe! by somebodytoundress ( @somebodytoundress )- based on the song by chappell roan; they're friends reconnecting after 10 years about to play lead love interests in a movie. give the song a listen and give the fic a read

am i making you feel sick? by  somebodytoundress - rhaenyra is a vampire. need i say more

fault lines by rogueorbit ( @rogueorbit ) - 1x08 canon divergence; rhaenyra returns on dragonback and her and alicent make peace; alicent plays otto like a fiddle while rhaenyra stands back and chants "i'm in love with you"

once more, to see you by Jazzfordshire ( @jazzfordshire ) - 2x03 canon compliant. takes place after their sept talk. bittersweet as hell. supercorp fans rejoice because jazz wrote it.

And in the Darkness, Hearts Aglow by mrdcai ( @mrdcai ) - #valyrianmagicbabies need i say more

Desire (I want to turn into you) by mrdcai - they're friends with benefits because they're fucking idiots

lately i've been crying (like a tall child) by noheteroexplanation ( @noheteroexplanation ) - this has one of the best characterizations of alicent i've ever read. it's told from her pov from the beginning of season 2 come forward with minor changes and goes into speculation for the rest of the show. heavy, heavy book spoilers.

it’s a craving, not a crush by BeastGirl2k14 - did someone say toxic modern au rhaenicent with some vampire action thrown in for fun? (alicent with a fang kink for the win)

Where love is elsewhere held and she lingered by koyuki_kazahana - alicent runs. rhaenyra runs after her. there are book spoilers in this.

there you go again by floodonthefloor ( @floodonthefloor ) - they're actors. they're childhood best friends. they were fuck buddies in uni and that really messed them up. they haven't spoken in years. they're now starring in a movie together. alicent kinda hates rhaenyra's guts but she still wants to jump her bones. trust me. it's good

try not to let go by floodonthefloor - they dated in uni. they broke up. and now they're back in each other's lives. that's gonna go well.

there’s more i just got tired so feel free to add your own; there are also other stories by these authors (Wandering, wakesiren, somebodytoundress, mrdcai to name a few) which I have not put here that are also enjoyable so you can check them out 

[sadnightforus]

ex!sunghoon who you have an on and off relationship with since your high school days and you can’t seem to let each other go, even in college. Your friends are visibly annoyed at how you wouldn’t drop him every time you complained to them, saying that you’ll definitely drop him because all you guys did was destroy each other but you never seem to do as you said anyway. 

ex!sunghoon who becomes your sneaky link and who lets you stay over at his place and vice versa. But every time that happens, you think he’s lingering into your life like a ghost because there’s no trace of the Park Sunghoon you used to know anymore, who is soundly sleeping next to you. 

ex!sunghoon who always says that he’s no good for you and you both are aware that the relationship drags on longer than necessary. It has become to the point that you both are unsure of where you’re standing at this particular point of your relationship with him. 

ex!sunghoon who always claims you’re too emotional but it’s not your fault that you never have a stable relationship with anybody beside him and you showed your vulnerability (part of the reason why you still keep him around). You know you’re tugging at his sleeve and you wear your heart out proudly, but you don’t want to lose the only romantic lover who knows you inside and out. 

ex!sunghoon who always has sad eyes and everything he said is a blatant lie that he whispers into your ears to get away with his wrongdoings but you cast it aside because you love the pain and you’re addicted to this cycle of the torturing love you both share. 

ex!sunghoon who kisses you like you mean something once you both are alone and you could’ve mistaken the intimacy as his confession of his real affection that comes true, but he’s too quick to tell you goodbye once you both are done for the day and left his place, feeling more hollow and emptier each time you did just that. 

ex!sunghoon who knows that what you’re doing is practically self destructive and both self harm but he doesn’t stop you. It feels as good for you as it does for him, but it also kills him that your presence will never hold a long longevity, which is something he wanted from you. He knows that you just need someone who knows you so sickeningly well that you don’t need to explain yourself, while preparing that one day you’ll no longer be in his life anymore. 

ex!sunghoon who is aware that your love will never be permanent and he knows you’re gonna leave. But he’ll let you do as you pleased, until you’re finally snapped and walk out on him, even if it hurts him and he wishes he can say ‘I love you’ to you. 

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: the quickest thing I’ve ever written in my entire life. reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

[howlsofbloodhounds]

"dead dove with color and killer"

killer's happy ending... derailed? 🥺😢😭

[cw: mention of abuse, abuse apologia]

honestly that feels plausible. killer's perception of what a functional friendship must be so messed up from his experience with chara and nightmare. he thinks a relationship is between a controller and a controlled. i imagine killer imagines his relationship with color as the first time he willingly submits to the role of being controlled. because he trusts color to handle him with care, to have his best interests at heart, to reform him into a good person.

but sometimes, there's this insidious little urge in killer to usurp color, just like he has with chara and nightmare before. but no, it's not for bad reasons this time - this time, it's for the other person's wellbeing. he has good intentions. he needs - he wants - to protect color from all the bad things that color finds himself in. what good is being someone's tool if your owner can't use you properly?

Cw: abuse, dead dove do not eat, and also yandere type of shit and blood and violence in the edit/audio

Just in time for me to have came across this audio and edit lmao.

But yeah you get it!! This fucker lives and breathes in his trauma that totally isnt trauma if you asked him.

and like. i can picture him trying to teach color how he feels is the proper way to use him. provoking color is snapping and yelling at him, praising him and thanking him whenever color does something to punish him for “acting out” and “disobeying.”

its like a reverse of color reforming killer. where killer is trying to teach and reform color into being someone he’s not because he thinks itll keep color safe. come on, say something harsh and demeaning. break my arm, shove me into the walls, show me my place.

and like..he gets unbelievably confused and irritated when color doesn’t or attempts to be kind to him. he hasnt does anything to earn that, unless it is part of colors game. (In which case he’d kiss colors feet cause yes he’s learning!)

and like whenever killer lashes out or hurts color he always does it from what he believes is a place of devotion and care. color wont take the rest, he keeps trying to help people who use him, he keeps being hurt by the world because he doesnt understand how it works. its ok, killer will teach him. he will break colors legs if that means the man will finally allow himself to rest, and he cant go out where someone can once again try to hurt him.

and he’s never “needlessly”—in his definition—cruel. he always apologizes so sincerely for causing color any pain and always does his best to take care of him and never ever ever denies color what he needs or whatever he wants (except if that’s to leave killer, or to help fools who are using him damnit.) he never plays any games with colors food and drink and baths and clothes and bed.

and it only lets up when color is forced to adapt. stop trying to give killer any say over anything or control, command him to do what you want. make him do what you want. if you want to give him kindness and he attempts to argue back, sharply remind him that you make the rules here, not him.

and like..killer is sickeningly pleased when color adapts. proud of color even.

and color..he feels sick. color cant help but wonder if he should’ve helped killer at all. or if this is the only way he can help him; by making “proper” use of him, even if color must use his authority to..adjust the rules a bit.

and like..imagine after color is forced to punish killer..he like. breaks down. starts sobbing and crying and shaking and like killer, bloody broken mangled killer, is smiling and crawls in his lap and hugs him. wipes away all his tears and heaps endless praise on him.

..aw man this timeline makes me unbelievably sad.

[teabunnee]

Submas reaction to a very romantic S/O

From the look of things, I didn’t have any saved version of this one, which is sad. I had to rewrite stuff from memory. Original requester! If you have it saved somewhere, let me know! 

Ingo

Oh he is swooning, he is swooning like a Victorian woman in a Jane Austen novel. Only on the inside though. Outside He’s blushing a storm. He murmurs a thanks, stunned almost speechless. Whatever you bring him, if the thought is there, his heart flutters. He deserves to swoon, as a treat. He always thought he would be the giver of the relationship, be the gentleman. This was…unexpected! He’s the sort to at least try and reciprocate in some way. The gifts will be small and thoughtful. 

It’s a sign that you were thinking of him, after all. 

Flowers

The bushels of flowers are pressed to his chest as he lowers his hat over his face. His bright red, blushy face. 

He finds a space either at home or in his office. He changes the water regularly and keeps at least one bloom pressed. It always makes him think of you. 

He’s a rose lover (cliched I know), but he has a fondness for purple and blue flowers, it reminds him of his ace. 

If you tell him the meaning of the flowers he’s practically swaying, he’s a sucker for thoughtful gifts. 

He smiles every time he sees the bouquet, it’s a little unnerving for his employees actually. Until they ask and he babbles about his s/o for a good ten minutes, then it gets disgustingly sweet. 

You might get a small, tasteful bouquet later, filled with your favourite flowers in an elegant style, and tied with a pretty red or purple ribbon. 

Romantic Dinner 

Ingo is usually quite tired after a day at the subway, he loves his job, sure! He just works hard and sometimes overdoes it. 

He is surprised to see the house lights are off, and has to check his watch again to make sure he hadn’t worked overtime again. 

The man is gobsmacked when he opens the door to find you, the scent of roses in the air, rose petals on the ground, you, surrounded by candlelight. A full meal on the dining table?! Chandelure pops out of her poke ball and hums in approval, then with a coax from you, hovers over the table and sings. Ingo stares in surprise at the display. When did you have time to teach her this?!

Ingo is a sucker for the domestic and the romantic, and this hits him directly in the heart. 

He will eat anything you made him, this man, even if it tastes disgusting and he is visibly grimacing. You cannot stop him. 

This man will sing your praises for the rest of the night. He plans on making dinner for you next time, or even taking you out for his favourite restaurant. 

Emmet 

This is definitely a new feeling for him. Emmet doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first, to be honest. He wants to stim, to jump and hug and kiss you, but for some reason he’s frozen in place. His eyes go wide, and his smile trembles visibly. He’s always been the active one, so someone else taking the initiative is very new to him. Once he’s more adjusted to it, this is going to become a competition. A sickeningly sweet one. 

Flowers 

As you give him the bouquet of flowers. He stares at you long enough to make you think you either offended him or broke him. 

Then he scoops you up and gives you a beeg hug, enough to pop your back. The flowers might get crushed. He giggles and plants a big kiss on your face. 

He feels like a schoolboy as you explain why you brought him those flowers. 

Emmet has never gotten the point of flowers before, but even he is touched by your gesture. He does his best to keep the blooms fresh, and presses all of them once he figures out how to preserve them. 

He finds baby breaths cute, and daisies. He also likes dandelions and chrysthanthemums (because they look like joltiks). He teases you if they are roses, as if he isn’t blushing a storm. 

Every time he sees the bouquet, his smile gets bigger, which is a little freaky for people out of context. 

You are getting a big bouquet at some point, fun, pretty flowers with a big white and green bow. 

Romantic Dinner

Emmet is also quite tired after his job, customer service is harrrrd. He just wants to cuddle with you, take care of his pokemon, and sleep until morning. 

He tilts his head as he sees the lights are off. Perhaps you went to bed early? Understandable. 

As he opens the door, he’s surprised to see red spots on the ground…rose petals? A joltik pops up from a small pile of them in the corner. 

Then he looks up at sees you! With dinner ready! Candlelight all around. oh. Oh! Oh darrrling! He hides his face in his hands, all of his exhaustion is suddenly gone. 

Emmet swoops in and kisses you. This is amazing! His heart feels so warm. 

As you tuck in to eat, you notice him saving parts of his food. He wants to be able to eat this tomorrow too. 

Next week, you might come in and see Joltiks wander around, lighting up the room like candles. A full feast of all of your favourite foods are on the table.  Emmet in a full butler outfit, a bottle of wine in his hands. He smiles at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

[oreo-oro-orero]

Some More dialogue of @redrum-alice Dating sim AU😭

Cupid Ending playthrough 

Jinx: "WELL AT LEAST IM NOT TRYING TO PLAY HERO ALL THE DAMN TIME, MUST BE COMPENSATING FOR HOW MUCH LOSER YOU ARE!"

Ekko: "I'm the loser huh, well at least I didn't ghost everyone for damn near three years then come back as a completely different person and expect everyone to just move on like nothing happened but I guess that's par for the course for you huh? Everyone has to bend to Jinx's will or she starts destroying stuff like a child."

*You groan silently and roll your eyes while peeking at them from inside the storage closest, "God is arguing the only thing these two do.". You thought that maybe getting in a classroom together would help them finally realize how down bad they are for one another but that was honestly just wishful thinking on your end but this is still all part of the plan. If your correct on your assumption they had a similar argument before you caught them sucking face in the janitorscloset*

Jinx: "Oh I'm the child huh...well I've guess you've got it all figured out Mr.Perfect, Ekko the Grown up and definitely not the jealousy little boy he really is. You think I don't know why Toby ended up in the hospital with a broken nose, busted eye and a concussion?"

*Ekko grimaced and looked away and Jinx's face stretched into that oh so famous Cheshire grin. He hated when she did that...he hated how cuter it made her*

Jinx: "Honestly I don't blame you, I mean when the guy who was getting a bit handsy on your childhood crush in the middle of a party starts bragging about It, I would lose my cool to. Still I didn't think you'd have the balls to do it and it was sweet when you told him how he doesn't know anything about...what was it you said? Oh "My girl". little man is still holding on to his wittle childhood dreams how sickeningly sad."

*Ekko clenched his fist but relaxed it just as quickly. He turned back to Jinx and chuckled and relaxed into that oh so recognizable smirk. She hated that smirk...that stupid...annoying... Sexy smirk*

Ekko: "Yeah ya caught...I'm sure you would know all about revenge after all. I'm sure Mindy would love to recount how good you are at it."

*Jinx's grin faded and her cheeks started to gain a familiar hint of red*

Ekko: "I mean it makes sense though, seeing the boy you used to write love letters too getting grinded on by some random chick would cause anyone to feel some type of way. Still though was the knife and cut off pinkie really necessary? I am flattered though that while holding a knife up to her nose you said....what was it...um...oh "Stay away from my little man" really it warmed my heart."

*Jinx's face is beet red and you swear you see a vain popping out her forehead*

Jinx: "You really wanna fight right here, Little man?"

*Jinx said her breath heaving. She bears her candy colored nails and readys to pounce....she knows what he's gonna say....she knows what she's gonna do when he says. They know eachother to damn well*

*Ekko took off his jacket and scarf, he already knew what he was gonna say...he already knew what was gonna happen when he said it....he knows her too well... she knows him to well.*

Ekko: "Your move....Pow-Pow."

*And in a flash of blue, brown, pink and green both of them are on the floor biting, scratch and punching at each other*

*You sigh as the third phase of your plan comes to fruition. "Alright." You say to yourself "now it's time for the final step." These two idiots have been running around in circles for too long. One minute they hate eachother the next they can't stand being apart. One minute their arguing the next their tongues are down each other's throats with neither one willing to come up for air. One minute both of them are talking about how disgusting the other is the next their bedrooms are filled with quiet moans and whispered names of one another. For the safety of the school and tbh for mankind itself, these two will get together. You'll make sure of it.*

[mitsundere]

gepard omegaverse headcanons

so this has been cooking in my head for quite a while now, but i've only just typed it up.

⚠️ cw : internalized homophobia , internalized discrimination against omegas (?) 

can be taken as reader-insert, gender-neutral, but there's one (1) mention of a hypothetical scenario where they have a vagina / ovaries. like 1-2 bullets only, about pregnancy. i'll put it in color red if anyone wants to avoid it. feel free to send me a message on how to word it properly, or if i should change anything

general headcanons

omega. smells like winter pine with a tad of cinnamon and a lingering floral scent. the more pleased he is, the more prominent the floral tones.

no one knows of his dynamic except for his family, and a few high-ranking senior officers and doctors of the guard (including the supreme guardian and pela, a family friend). he’s been raised as an alpha, and everyone in belobog sees him as one.

uses both scent-blocker patches and heat suppressants regularly. it’s a must for any member of the silvermane guards, especially those in the frontlines and on patrols. while his scent normally wouldn’t be a problem, it gets sickeningly sweet during pre-heats, so he has to use the patches. fortunately, he hasn’t experienced any problems with heat suppressants yet.

prefers to spend heats alone. while the original gepard wouldn’t even think of having a vacation for himself, in this verse he’s more likely to do it (whether he wants to or not). at least once a year, he tapers down his heat suppressants to maintain his body’s natural hormone cycle— letting him have his heat. 

he’s ashamed of it, wishes that he was born as something else. but it didn’t matter what he wanted. the people need him to be this indestructible shield for belobog. a powerful alpha, not… whatever he was right now. it’s even worse when he remembers how his sisters were both alphas. why was he the only one burdened with this? he tries not to think about it by drowning himself in work

with an alpha

it takes a while for him to warm up to them. after all, he’s been raised to act like one. he doesn’t want to give in to his instincts. it was a good thing he was pretty disciplined! (read as: used to not getting what he wanted / not being in control of his life)

you need to be a gentle alpha to win this captain’s heart. he still has to come to terms with and be more forgiving of himself. let him touch you freely. explore your scent glands and canines. it gives him a sense of control, making him more relaxed

steals your clothes. yes, even if you’re smaller than him. if you lose an article of clothing, it’s most likely with gepard as he stays at the restricted zone for months. be careful when sending him letters with items like a handkerchief, anything with your scent. he might just go into premature heat (and he’ll be sent home. whether this is a win or not is up for debate)

with a beta

the most comfortable match for gepard. there’s no pressure to conform with the standard alpha/omega partnership. he won’t accidentally go into heat with a you due to lack of a strong scent, and you won’t go crazy when you smell him. he can just be a normal person around you

your lack of strong scent won’t stop him from nuzzling into your scent glands, though. you do have a scent, it’s just a bit.. subtle. not overwhelming like an alpha’s or omega’s— and he’s obsessed with it. like drinking cold water on a hot and humid day, it has no taste but you can’t help but keep drinking it, right? be prepared for a lot of cuddling!! he’ll do anything to get a whiff of you

in my verse… unfortunately, if the beta has a vagina / ovaries / uterus etc. as their reproductive system, they cannot get an omega pregnant. they can get surgery for this, but i imagine it isn’t quite available in jarilo-vi yet

if this is the case, gepard would be quite sad as he wants a family. but maybe after a long talk, he’ll come to accept that there are other methods of having one.

with an omega

gepard appreciates that there’s someone who can understand him. raised in a conservative family (i imagine, have you read “landau’s choice?”), it would bother him first. internally. but he’ll come around later on to accept that he liked you.

afraid of exposing his dynamic at first. would you still accept him? he’s hidden his dynamic all his life. what if you leave him after? would you be disgusted at the idea of him, an omega, liking you, another omega? please be patient with him. he’ll tell you when he’s ready

being with you also makes his alpha upbringing come up. he thinks that you should be protected, and doesn’t mind if you use him as a shield for any other alphas that want you (one of the benefits of appearing as an alpha to the masses)

out of all the relationships/dynamics listed, i think this is the most likely one that doesn’t start off as love. it’s more of a shared comfort or friendship, and gradually becomes something more. 

[santsukii]

ᯓ✿ just for the weekend

ˋ°•*⁀➷ alhaitham and kaveh x cheating grrr i’m sorry

ˋ°•*⁀➷ modern au! alhaitham, kaveh x gn! reader (cheating with the other)

°˖➴ listening to: wherever you go - sublime with rome

₊˚ ANGST!!, marriage, cheating, toxic relationships, alcohol, reader is kinda not a good person, american wedding traditions

why was he even here? you knew damn well he didn’t approve of your impending marriage to kaveh, why do that when alhaitham was right there? even with the wedding being only a week away, the feeble scholar never seemed to give up on the idea of loving you. maybe he was desperate, maybe he knew something you didn’t. yet it was him who held you up when you had gotten so drunk you couldn’t walk, resorting to stumbling with one arm slung over his shoulder.

he’d gently give you water to help you sober up a bit, letting you wear one of his shirts to sleep in and not letting you leave, not wanting you to go home this drunk. maybe he just wanted you to himself. it was the way you instinctively snuggled up to him in your sleep, the memories of drunken promises to never part having crept back into his thoughts. he really wished he was over you, but he just kept falling back in love with no rhyme or reason to do so.

he knew you had doubts about marrying kaveh, some red flags just too big to ignore. even so, you still wore the engagement ring he had given you like it was a lifeline. well, you did until that night spent with alhaitham. quietly slipping the ring off your finger stung as if it had teeth digging into your heart. it’s not like that night ended in anything other than being forced to drink water to help flush the alcohol out of your system and snuggling into his side, but the guilt still remained until the very day of the wedding. with alhaitham as kaveh’s best man, you couldn’t help but look over your husband’s shoulder at the man you weren’t supposed to have feelings for anymore. he looked so ethereal under the fairy lights, a sadness in his eyes that he concealed with a sickeningly fake smile.

he’d get you to himself during the reception, your new husband far too busy with his friends and alcohol to pay attention to you. in that secluded corner, maybe a kiss or two was exchanged. a profession of love, a wedding ring thrown off with reckless abandon, and a promise to be together even if this love had to stay hidden.

your best friend had been more than vocal about his distaste for your fiancé, but he had ultimately left the decision up to you. even from the day you told kaveh you were engaged, he was upfront that your fiancé just wasn’t the right one for you. he could have sensed the doubt in your eyes from miles away when you said he was the one you truly wanted. a final party before the wedding was to be held, just you and the architect hammering things out together and the dynamics for the future. your now fiancé, alhaitham, was notoriously jealous and overly possessive, so it would be more than likely he wouldn’t allow you to be around kaveh anymore.

you chose a fancy restaurant on the beach, one where you’d feel compelled to drink the finest alcoholic drinks and wear the nicest outfit you owned. maybe it was the champagne in your system, maybe it was something else. yet you found yourself stumbling around the soft sand with your best friend in hand, giggling like teenagers who just snuck out. you had stared in those beautiful eyes of his for just a second too long, but just long enough to realize you had always loved the man in front of you.

you were too far into the wedding preparations to stop now, heart sinking as the ring was placed on your finger and a kiss was exchanged to seal the relationship in stone. even at the reception, you stuck close to your best friend, the man you’d loved the whole time without realizing it. it was tragic, really. the way you loved him never felt like it was meant to be, not when you were now married to another man. the wedding gifts gave little consolation, the silver ring on your finger feeling like it had forever chained you to a man you never truly loved, and you were sure never really loved you either.

even while still in your wedding outfit, kaveh swept you off your feet and whisked you away behind corners to kiss as if you were a teenage couple vying for even a sliver of privacy to kiss and profess your love in peace without the interruption of people congratulating you on your marriage to a man who never loved you.

© santsukii on tumblr. translation, plagiarism, and reposting without permission is prohibited. 

[basorexia-formyboys]

@love-and-lore prompt:

"Don't open your eyes"

NSFW DATE-LESS

Inui×Kokonoi

Content warnings: messy angst-smut blend

tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners @the-rebellious-gege

Did this count as hate-sex? Cheating? Feminization? Fuck, maybe it could even be considered being a cuck. Inui almost laughed at the thought, but moans came out instead. Even as Kokonoi groaned in his ear, bit on his collarbones, fucked into his ass, Inui felt like he might as well have just been a viewer.

"Ah~ Akane~"

That was why, Inui listening as Kokonoi moaned Inui's dead sister's name. It was always like this, Inui's unreciprocated love for Kokonoi making him the perfect fuck for the black haired teen obsessed with Akane. Maybe it was a good thing that Inui was nearly identical to her? It meant he got to keep Kokonoi close, even got to kiss and fuck him on one condition.

Inui's eyes shot open when Kokonoi hit his prostate but the dominant immediately stopped his movements and pulled away just enough Inui couldn't grind down for more pleasure. A punishment, a cruel one with how Inui hated being edged and teased.

"." It had been a dizzying experience for a long time when Inui began to face how quickly Kokonoi's moods could blip into something else, but it was natural now and he closed his eyes in obedience. His eyes that were his one defining feature seperating him from Akane.

Her eyes had been so soft like aloe. Inui's eyes had a natural sharpness to them, something he had been told about probably since he was born. His eyes were boyish, carrying experiences Akane never would've gone through. Kokonoi hated seeing his eyes when they were intimate because it was always a reality check that this was Akane's brother.

"Need to get you a damn blindfold" Kokonoi's tone was angry but pleasured as he continued rutting his hips forward. Inui lightened his moans multiple octaves higher and let out whispy agreements. He felt Kokonoi's teeth trail down his chest, the too-small black bralette giving enough push to feign boobs to sell the effect.

Inui wished he hated this, that he could only be with his near lifelong love if he pretended to be someone else, but it was hard to hate when it felt so good if he ignored the details.

"Just don't open your eyes, love"

Kokonoi did hate this though, he was nearly drowning in guilt every second he was around Seishu. It made him sick to be around the other boy. He wanted to hate Seishu, throw him to the side and move on with his life. But if he abandoned Seishu, he was throwing away Akane.

Was that really what he was scared of? He had lost her once, no matter how often he refused the truth, so what harm was losing her again? It wasn't that that he was scared of then. It was losing Seishu.

"I said don't open your eyes." Kokonoi snapped as he watched the metaphoric mask he was forcing onto Seishu fall. The deeper moan and those boyish eyes.. they made Kokonoi's heart ache. It was so hard to cum to the thought of pleasuring Akane when he was so focused on wanting those eyes like mint leaves to look at him with love that wasn't so damn sad.

Maybe Kokonoi wanted Seishu to hate him so it was the blond abandoning him first? If Kokonoi couldn't confidently love Seishu, he'd rather Seishu hate him than be hurt by him. But he couldn't let go just yet.

One more fuck, one more kiss, one more daytime date so Seishu wore sunglasses. Kokonoi couldn't let go yet, he couldn't allow Seishu to let go yet.

So he pressed his hips into Seishu's over and over, Akane slipping from his mind but never his tongue. Kokonoi was sure he'd prefer dying to the shame he'd feel if Seishu's name left his lips in a moment like this.

"Need to get you a damn blindfold" Kokonoi grumbled, kissing and biting along Seishu's collarbones and over his chest. He left a trail of lovebites for himself to admire when Seishu wasn't looking.

The high moans were sickeningly sweet, Kokonoi would've liked them from Akane but they just didn't fit Seishu. He wanted to ask the other boy to moan normally for him. Kokonoi wanted to beg those mint eyes to look at him and show him the way they swirled with pleasure and satisfaction.

"I hate those eyes" Every word Kokonoi muttered seemed to be against his own heart. He wanted to cry out that he didn't mean it when he felt Seishu's hands leave where they were digging their nails into his shoulders.

The emotional tension only made Kokonoi's thrusts more focused as if he could hide behind the sex. If he made Seishu cum, he could distract him. That's why he didn't stop until Seishu's hands cupped his cheeks and made them look eachother in the eyes. Kokonoi was prepared to snap, tell Seishu to close his again so Kokonoi could keep running from his feelings. He didn't get the chance to speak though, Seishu pecking his lips with both their eyes open ans sagging his head back onto the silk pillow after.

Seishu looked like an angel even with those eyes. Maybe it was because of the minty broken hearted gaze that he looked so holy.

"Just don't open your eyes, love" Seishu's whisper was his own voice and Kokonoi only realized he was crying when Seishu's thumbs both wiped away streaks of tears.

A stream of 'damnit's fell from Kokonoi's lips as he tucked his face against Seishu's neck and began to fuck him again but with his own eyes closed now. He wanted to run, to hide, to escape. But right now what he wanted most is to pleasure Seishu and give tender and not-so-reluctant care to Seishu's heart.

"Shit~! Seishu" Kokonoi moaned out the proper name as he peaked, grasping tight to the boy in his arms as he and Seishu came together.

Kokonoi had always preferred mint over aloe anyway.

[fourleafclovxr]

1: heartbreaker

Sophie broke up with Nicholas last week, and with Tarquin the week before that, and so on, and so forth: an endless stream of boys. There’ve been more notable ones, Nicola supposes. Tedros, early on, who had never much liked Sophie anyway. Rhian, who had actually seemed quite serious about it until he ran back to Kei. Hort, who had definitely been serious about it, poor thing.

There was Rafal, but no one really likes to talk about Rafal, least of all Sophie. Nicola hadn’t known her, then; she only knows about Rafal through Agatha, and even then only through fragmented pieces of the story, Agatha’s hesitance to reveal anything of Sophie’s that she didn’t already flaunt.

She knows that Rafal turned Sophie against everyone else she’d ever loved. She knows that Rafal had made Sophie feel special.

And, from being Sophie’s proclaimed best friend, she knows this, too: that Rafal was the one who started Sophie down her path. Sophie speaks of it lightly, like it’s all one big joke, but sometimes her eyes grow distant when she says: I’m grateful for him, really, darling. He made me more me.

Nicola still doesn’t know what that ‘me’ is, to Sophie. She doesn’t quite get how Sophie sees herself, or wants to see herself. Untouchable. That’s her best guess.

Nicola has never known her to be anything else.

It still surprises her, to this day, when Sophie takes her hand. It surprises her that Sophie, with her alabaster skin and glittering emerald eyes and golden hair, with her smile that’s never left a line on her face, is real. Is a tangible thing. A person who would hold Nicola’s hand as they traipse through the empty streets, stars twinkling above them. The world is so empty sometimes.

It doesn’t matter, because Sophie fills the space.

Her fingers slip through and out of Nicola’s, and she twirls as they make their way down the street, laughing brightly at the vast, dark sky. Her voice echoes. There’s lipstick smeared down her mouth. Today Nicola picked her up from a bar, found her halfway in some random boy’s lap, dragged her out. For a second she had a handle of it. But Sophie is fleeting, free, always just out of reach.

Well. Nicola has put up with it for this long. Longer than anyone, really, except Agatha, and Sophie is practically her sister. She doesn’t mind going on.

God, she really is doomed, isn’t she?

“This is how to be a heartbreaker,” Sophie sings, “boys they like a little danger…” She doesn’t finish the lyric, doesn’t follow through, just throws her head back and laughs, and for all that it’s worth Nicola knows she’s going to be the next one. If not the next, then it’ll still be her eventually, after however long it takes Sophie to get bored of her, too. It’s been a good run. It’s been longer than she expected.

But Sophie is so beautiful, has never been more beautiful, Nicola thinks that every time she sees her. No wonder the world falls at her feet. No wonder she gets away with it.

She’s never going to notice Nicola, waiting patiently for her to stay still. She’s never going to notice how it’s always Nicola picking her up, dragging her out, getting her through the messes she makes. Maybe it’s a good thing. Can’t get her heart broken if Sophie never gets her hands on it in the first place.

Still, she thinks wistfully, as Sophie whirls in the midst of her laughter— it would be nice to be seen.

“We’ll get him falling for a stranger, a player,” Sophie goes on, with all too much conviction. “Singing I lo-lo-love you—”

She turns back to Nicola, then, and there’s something strange and sad in her eyes. It’s at odds with the sickeningly upbeat way she cheers the last line. “At least I think I do!”

With Sophie, there is always a way out. That is, for her. Not for anyone who might believe her. And certainly not for Nicola, who knows her well enough to not believe her— and wants this, wants her, anyway.

//

hopefully writing one SGE drabble a day for november, using nosebleedclub's november prompts!

[andinthedarknessbindthem]

Dwalin X Reader - Arguement

This is based on a 'Sickeningly Sweet Relationship Bingo Card' that I found and forgot to save. So if I find that post, I'll add it here!

I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written since 2019, so please feel free to send requests or comments on anything I need to change! Thank you and much love! <3

✿ Words: 1,037

✿ Themes: Kinda(?) Angst, Fluff

✿ Prompt: From bickering to makeouts

✿ Posted: 2/12/23

Something had been off with Dwalin the last few days and you had yet to find out why. He first had asked you to find him a sack. When you questioned him, he said something about needing to tote some things around. Then he asked you to pull out his winter cloak, saying it was for the upcoming cold season. Then on top of that, you could hear him late at night, sharpening his once dusty axe’s. He was up to something.

You tried and tried again to approach him about the subject, but he just kissed your forehead gently and told you the same excuses.

That same morning, he had asked you to back his bag for a few-day hunting trip that he hurriedly planned in a few days. Questioning him again, Dwalin dipped down and placed a loving kiss on your lips and left you standing in the doorway. You dumbly obliged to his wishes and reluctantly let him go through the door. 

You packed up his bag with dried meats, loaves of bread, and other goods. Once you were finished, you decided to make use of the rest of your day and head to the markets. Maybe you could persuade him with his favorite dinner? You scoured the stalls for hours, trying to find the key ingredients. You had spent quite the coin at the end of the day, but you wanted to make Dwalin something special to boost his mood and maybe convince him to tell you what was happening.

Once you arrived home from the markets though, your heart dropped. His bag and axes were gone, along with a few other key items. You threw your basket on the ground and slammed the door behind you, quickly running towards the gate leading out of town.

You nearly tripped as you ran through the busy part of the settlements to find your betrothed. Your brain was running wild with many conflicting thoughts of anger and fear.

How long had he been gone? Too long. He’s probably too far by now.

Maybe he’s just going hunting? With his axes? No.

Did he plan on leaving you? He wouldn’t! He couldn’t. 

Once I find him I’m going to tear him a new one.

By the good grace of Mahal, you finally caught him as he was just passing through the gates to leave.  

Rage blinded you as you shoved his shoulder to get his attention. He didn’t even falter, “When were you going to tell me you were leaving? Once you came back?” Your voice was filled with venom, but there was a small shake of despair to your words. 

His body did a half-turn in your direction, a sorrowful but stern look on his face as he gazed over everything but your own eyes. He turned back towards the forest with a shake of his head and continued walking. “Aye, go back home. This is no business of a woman.” His tone was calm but commanding. 

You blinked a few times, your heart felt frozen with how cold he was acting toward you. "You thick-headed oaf! Don't you dare talk to me that way! I know this isn’t because of me being a woman." You hissed, following after him.

“I can’t keep ye safe outside of these walls, (Y/N).” He began, slowing his walk to a complete stop. He still wouldn’t face you, “I cannot promise yer protection.”

“I am not useless, Dwalin. I can help! You know I can handle myself in a fight!” Your voice betrayed you, you couldn’t help as the sadness overpowered your fury.

“No!” He puffed out his chest as he turned towards you now. “You will not follow me.” He demanded. If you hadn’t known Dwalin, you probably would have backed down there. But you knew him well, too well.

“Kakhafu durh 'umalul sakh mi mê!” You seethed the words through your teeth. He let out a large sarcastic laugh at you. (The back side of a troll is a more pleasing sight than you.)

“Like yer one to talk!” Dwalin scoffed and crossed his arms, eyes blazing down at you. ”Me asnân tada Mahal duhû kansu tah.”  (You are proof that Mahal has a sense of humor.)

You took a step up to him now. “Sigin'adadmêzu kasat gairurukhs.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone. To the outside eye, it would almost seem as though you both were about to kill each other. But no one dared to step in if they saw you both. (Your grandfather was a goblin.)

He lowered his arms to his sides again, taking the last step between the both of you and pressing your chests together. Challenging him, you continued to glare into his eyes as he glowered down at you. “Adadmêzu duhû bintarg.” A hint of a smirk was dancing on his lips now. (Your father has no beard.)

As you went to open your mouth for another rebuttal, his hands grasped the sides of your face pulling your lips together in a rough heated kiss. The kind of kiss where your teeth clashed together and lips grew numb. You growled in surprise, but it wasn’t completely unwelcome. His lips were rough and calculated, his mustache tickling your cheeks and jaw. Your once rigid body slowly became limp in his arms as your lips melted together. Your teeth clashing simmered down to a soft interlocking of your lips. His hands slid down to your waist, hoisting you up as your legs hooked on his hips. You dragged your fingers into his beard, giving him a light tug. As you finally pulled away, he softly bit onto your bottom lip. Your rage was no longer as he held you so lovingly in his arms.

You unfurled your fingers from his beard, instead bringing your hands ups to caress his cheeks. "I'm going." You said in a much softer tone, thumbs rubbing in soothing lines. You searched his eyes for any sign of disappointment, but he just let out a muted sigh and held you closer.

"If you must," He huffed in agreement before adding a quick, “But if I say hide ye will!”  You smiled and pressed your forehead to his.

[im-a-marion3tt3]

...at this point i might as well just make a home for myself in your inbox, haha !! (please please please tell me if i'm in here too often !!) i notice that you're still wanting fic requests so i can't stop myself from popping in again :0

i have two suggestions, but goodness, please don't feel pressured to write both. and if neither of them interest you, that's completely fine too !! <3 (as a cw, both requests are related to your sh/ed fics)

the first is a request for (yet another O_O) continuation of the swiss/phantom storyline. you've left me wanting more again, haha !! so perhaps swiss' screaming match conversation with dew and rain about their negative influence on phantom ?

if that doesn't take your fancy, the line in sickeningly sweet "sure he told mountain a lot but never that much" has also got me wanting more of your writing and storytelling ! i'd be really interested to know what you think phantom has and hasn't told mountain in regards to his issues with eating (and maybe even dew as well, because mountain mentioning that dew told him a few extra details that phantom hadn't has got my brain running wild with possibilities !!)

this got very long, i'm so sorry :0 and i have so, so much more to say about all of your writing too !!? but i'll leave this ask as it is for the moment, since it's already quite long <3

Omg sorry I took so long writing this. I like drowning in work rn but I finally have the time to write again! I like your idea of Mountain and Dew so here you go! Thank you for the suggestion so much and I hope you like it! Sorry it's a little short.

Dew was laid on Mountain's chest, the two of them inside of the green house on a reclining patio chair. Gently, Mountain dragged his hair through Dewdrops long hair as he gently hummed. He had been working with both Phantom and Dewdrop on their eating, being the only ghoul to have enough patience and not tell the two to "just eat". So he found himself here, enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse.

"How's Tom?" Dewdrop asked softly after a few minutes of silence. After Mountain had taken him through the list of genuinely concerning side effects, Dewdrop had felt terrible for what he had done and turned to worrying for Phantom far more than himself.

"He's getting there but it's not great. He cried over having to eat breakfast. It took him half an hour to even try it but it's better than last week when he simply fell asleep rather than ate," Mountain said in a sad tone. It had broken his heart to see the poor kit distraught over essentially nothing; but he knew it was basically everything to Phantom.

"I'm so sorry," Dewdrop whispered, his heart shattering some. Mountain just rubbed his back and sighed, feeling sorry for both of them.

"It's all my fault, Mountain, I was the one who started this," he murmured biting back tears before continuing on in a meek voice, "I d-didnt realize he was going to do this so sometimes I'd point out the calories in things I wouldn't eat. I didn't even think he knew what a calorie was. And I said so much hurtful shit after that too. I thought he wanted me to be mean to him, I really did. I thought I was making him better by being worse." Tears streaked down his face by this point as Mountain held him close, just letting him get it all out.

"And, and, I made him hate his favorite food. Do you remember when Copia would get him cakes or cookies or just something sweet after every concert? And how happy he was to get them? He was so proud of himself... And I said he looked so much better not having eaten that shit. That it showed on his hips and that it was the reason he was starting to look like a little piglet. Why did I ever say that? This is all my fault!" At this point Dewdrop was sobbing, his body shaking as he cried. Mountain just held him tightly and let him cry. To think that both of them thought like that though, it made him want to cry too. They were both getting better though, and that was what mattered. What had been said couldn't be undone, so all that was left was to hopefully undue the damages.

[daintyduck99]

you make me smile (please stay for a while)

So @innytoes prompted me with omegaverse in an ask game and I talked about how I *would* write it. Then I couldn't stop thinking about this scene...so I wrote it XD

You can find it here on AO3!

Even though he knows his flannel won't be there, Reggie checks between the cushions of Luke's couch for the fifth time.

Still—he has to look. Sometimes he misses things that are in front of his face.

He huffs when the couch predictably fails to produce it. It must've been there—for a while, too, with the lingering trace of its scent—but that's also kind of a problem.

Their scents are everywhere now, his and Luke's and Alex's along with Julie's, so it's nearly impossible to distinguish much, let alone track that way. If he really tries, he can guess when everyone was here, but—

Oh! Maybe he doesn't need to track anything. Maybe he can just ask someone.

Ray points him toward Julie's room. Her door is ajar, so he doesn't knock—she'd said that they could come in now if the door is open. Reggie bounces through.

“Julie! Have you seen—”

She whirls around with a squeak. After a beat, she tries to shield the nest that's taking shape on her bed with her body, but she's too tiny. It's adorable, though.

“It's not…” she starts to say, only to falter.

Reggie’s eyes slide past her. The nest she's making looks cozy, and compact—like it'll last a while, unlike his, which are always a bit sloppy and tend to unravel if he rolls around too much.

Warmth blossoms in his chest—and his cheeks—as he spots his flannel, which is neatly wedged between some hoodies.

But—they could've sworn she's a beta.

Just now, though—she's not a good liar.

And her scent has changed some—it's not sickeningly sweet, so she can't be building a mating nest. Her scent has gotten stronger and sharper, though, and it's only spiked since he entered the room. So—

“Julie,” he says slowly, “are you—stress nesting?”

She bites her lip, lowering her eyes.

“Maybe? Um. Sorry I never told you—”

She gasps as Reggie lifts her in an ecstatic hug, only to let out a little laugh as he swings her around, then pulls her close.

“You're like me,” he breathes. “Sorry you're stressed—but your nest looks so good already! Please show me how to do that.”

She laughs again, nuzzling into his chest.

“Only if you promise to cuddle me in it. That'll make me less stressed for sure.”

A deep purr rumbles through his chest involuntarily, but she responds in kind before he can be embarrassed about it.

She's less stressed already—her scent isn't so sharp—and he smiles into her hair.

Julie shows him how she tucks everything together. She's got something from everyone—she even has Luke's fuzzy sadness flannel, which he had evidently lent to her the last time she was sad.

Reggie wonders if she realizes the significance of this, then shakes his head. Even if not—you'd have to be blind to miss the way they care about one another, the way they click. Sure, they all click, but—

It's—hard to say if it's the same. Thinking about it beyond the somewhat vague scope of family/pack makes his head hurt.

Kinda like the way everything smells so strongly, now. It makes it hard to tell anything apart—and the headache thing.

The scents don't make his heart ache, though—much. Not if he doesn't think.

It doesn't take long to finish the nest—their nest, now, she insists, even though he really hasn't contributed much. Still, his bits are less sloppy, and the way she beams at him when he successfully hides some loose sleeves makes him blush.

They curl up in the center, which is very cozy—cuddling with Julie is always cozy, but it probably helps that the bottom of the nest is mostly layered with sweaters.

She nuzzles at his neck, lazily scenting him, and he's warm all over, safe and loved and a fluttery sort of content that manifests in another purr. He kisses the top of her head, mildly scenting her back.

And really—her purr sounds just as pretty as her singing. It quickly lulls him to sleep.

“This is the cutest shit I've ever seen.”

Reggie cracks one eye open to look at Luke, who pouts back at him.

“You didn't have to stop purring.”

Reggie flushes. “I was still—?”

He pauses. Faintly, Julie's purring in her sleep, and her hands are knotted in the back of his shirt. It is, in fact, very cute.

Alex digs his elbow into Luke's side.

“I tried to tell him not to barge in here because he even said your scents were all sleep dull, but no one ever listens to me—”

Reggie and Luke both interrupt at once.

“I listen to you!”

“The door was open!”

“Okay.” Alex rolls his eyes. “But yes. You were both purring. And Luke was—”

Luke coughs. His face is red, which is unusual for him—but his cough feels less than genuine, and Alex smirks like it's not.

“Anyway,” Luke says pointedly, “does this mean that Julie's—? Is that her nest, or—”

Julie hums. She's stopped purring, but the humming's just as nice. She doesn't move.

“It's our nest. And you could ask Julie.”

Luke smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn't know you were up.”

“Of course she is,” Alex says with a snort. “How's anyone supposed to sleep through the loudest conversation in LA?”

“It's not—” Luke cuts himself off. He turns to Julie. “So, um. Are you an omega?”

She nods, burrowing further into Reggie.

“I know it's not a big deal to you…just, when we met and you assumed I was a beta…my suppressants must be better than what you guys remember. They mask the obvious stuff in my scent, usually. And I wasn't fond of you then, so I let you assume…and then it felt like I waited too long to tell you the truth. I'm sorry.”

Luke's sheepish smile has morphed into more of a wolfish grin. “You're fond of us?”

“Of course that's what you latch onto,” Alex mutters, sounding equal parts exasperated and fond, himself. Luke has that effect.

Julie hmphs. “You know I am, don't tease. Otherwise we won't let you in. Right?”

“Right,” Reggie agrees, “no more teasing.”

He's rewarded with another purr from Julie, and it looks like Luke and Alex very much want to tease him about it, but they don't. They carefully climb into the nest.

Alex burrows into Reggie’s side as he and Julie shift a bit, while Luke just lays on top of everyone like a weighted blanket. It’s—

Perfect. Yeah. This is pretty much perfect.

The next time he can't find his flannel, he's not worried about it. He knows it'll turn up.

He knows his head and his heart better.

And he was right—this, they, are perfect.

[rustycopper4use]

Hello yk the recent Rin obami x male reader you did?

Could you do the same type of reader and and everything but with ibara?

A Sheep’s Fangs.

! Ibara Obami x Male reader! You were an interesting student, well of course you were it was basically a requirement to be in the student council.

  You seem to be sickeningly sweet, always doing the right thing putting others before yourself.

  You did this for others more than yourself. It’s what you’re supposed to do, and yet… you hated every bit of it, every day you grow more bitter and resentful to the person you’ve became, it’s gotten to the point where you didn’t even really know who you are. 

  But that’s neither here or there, today was the start of the elections! And luckily for you, you a skilled gambler. Sure you may use less than fair tactics to get your way, but that’s just the game.

 You would lie, cheat and charm your opponents. But no one would bat an eye, since Why would they? They have no reason to call foul play.

 You always act upset every time someone you gambled with lost, and give them a second chance to win back what they lost. But it would end the same every time.

 You grew bored over time, and decided to fight higher up in the food chain.

 You looked over to the sea of students grouped in at different tables, sounds of chatter, cards and chips filled your ears.

 You found your next target, you decided on Ibara Obami.

 He was a rambunctious pink hair punk, with a black collar with thorns digging into his neck.

 You smiled and walked towards him, upping your cheerful character.

  “Hi! I’m Y/n L/n, I was wandering if you’d like to gamble with me.” You gave a kind smile.

 He looked you up and down.

“And why would I do that?” He rather rudely spoke.

 “Oh well, I’m not sure if you remembered me when you first came here but, im part of the student council body and I have a significant amount of votes, that may be of interest to you.” You tilt your head.

 “Sure I have time to waste.” 

 “Thanks I appreciate it!” You two sit down at one of the private tables, away from the crowd.

 You pull out a deck of cards, along with a small sliver coin.

 “So what game are we playing?” He raised a brow looking out the items

 “Nothing special, just some classic war.” You take the cards out of their sleek case and start shuffling the cards.

  “I’m assuming you know the rules?”

 “Yes I know them.” 

 You spelt the deck evenly in half, giving him one half.

 And the game begins!

 The first round starts, eight of hearts to your king of spades.

 A good start.

The match goes on and you not doing great, he starting to hold most of the cards.

 “What’s the matter? Scared of losing?” He taunted. Your grip tightened on the small stack of cards you hold.

  “I’m just fine, let’s go to the next round.” Trying to play nice was proving more difficult.

 He puts down a three of clubs, and you put down a two of Hearst.

 “Aw so close, better luck next time.” He grinned taking the cards.

  “I would appreciate it if you didn’t belittle me.” Your smile seeming more forced now.

 “But you look so cute when you’re frustrated.” He cooed. Adding more fuel to the fire.

 Your attempts to keep your cool were proving futile, and your cards began to warp and bend with  the grip you had on it.

 How did you get here, you just wanted less boring gambling matches, and now you’re regretting every choice that led you here.

 You play the last card, hoping for the mere chance to not embarrass yourself.

  You lay down a queen of hearts.

 He plays a king of hearts.

  “Aw so sad to see it end so soon.” he gave a sly smirk.

  That was your final straw, any sense of calm was long gone now.

 “Do you ever shut up! You’re annoying to listen to! You just have to rub it in, and make fun of me every round.” You gritted your teeth, as you slam the table.

  “Why did I even bother! If you’re just gonna act like this, why try to pretend to be kind!” You pulled at your hair in frustration.

 “Finally, I was wondering when you would crack.” He smiled.

 “Excuse me?” You stared at him.

 “I’m assuming your whole goody two shoes act, wouldn’t last long if I told people about your little meltdown.” He gave a smug smile.

 “I spent years building this reputation, I made friends who would die for me! Do you think they’re gonna believe you over me!” You were long gone off the deep end.

  He tilts his head to a corner of the room.

 There was a small camera hidden in a corner.

 You felt your heart sink.

 “What do you want.” Your voice leaked of venom.

  “I want you to go on a date with me.” He smiled.

  “What? Youre blackmailing me into a date? How pathetic can you be.” You narrowed your eyes, ignoring how red your face is getting.

  “Can you blame you’re a cute guy, and fun to tease-“ he gets up a leans closer to you.

  “And I believe You find me attractive don’t you?” He gave a knowing smile.

 “So What do you say?” 

You rolled your eyes before catching him off guard with a kiss.

 You leave the room flipping him off. 

 “I hate you.” 

 “I’ll see you Friday.”  ——-

Yes of course I can! I didn’t know how similar you wanted it to be. So I hope you like it!