#like u think i'm joking but genuinely i can't fucking be normal about it

[perrieedwards]

23rd july is such a rough day for my mental stability like if i stay on tumblr too long and see too many gifs of *** ********* i'll reverse every therapy session i've ever been to and descend into genuine madness, my entire life is built upon a tower of dominoes with the words one band one dream inscribed on them

[4ortherecord]

way too far gone

rafe cameron x barry

summary: rafe needs a piece too, and it isn’t fucking funny.

warnings: dom/sub undertones?, rafe is condescending (obviously), fade to black kinda, the beginning of a bj, not proofread

note: I’ve yet to see anything that puts writes barry in a non-dominant way which I can understand but I need to fulfill my delusions so. 18+ ofc

It was just a joke between bros alright? Rafe never actually meant to go through with it, until of course, he was handing Barry two hundred dollar bills and Barry got this sweet almost devious look on his face while he got down onto his knees. 

See, while Barry giggled about the idea of him with a glock, Rafe was staring. In fact, rafe had been staring for awhile, at Barry's little habits and his shiny ass pirate tooth.

For example, although it looked sweat-drenched most of the time,  Barry actually cared quite a bit about his hair. He took at least an hour a day to brush it out and had a variety of at least moderately high costing hair products. It made rafe laugh, thinking about Big Bad Barry robbing people only to go spend said money on hair products of all things.

Rafe noticed other things too, like the slightly droopy look of Barry's eyes when rafe complimented him about his mechanic skills. Or how his lips got especially loose after one too many hits of his blunt, talking about how much he loved soft things, and that one especially soft stuffed bunny he has stashed in his room. 

So, instead of being normal allies/friends rafe decided to make it weird. Rafe had a thing about making Barry giggle so of course, he can't be blamed that he spoke without thinking. "Why is it so unbelievable that I could need a gun?" Rafe snarled, he personally doesn't find the humor in his situation so to see Barry so outwardly making fun of him, oh that set him off.

"Oh no, don't go all Country-Club-Killa on me Richie Rich!" Barry exclaimed with quite a bit of mirth in his tone, as he leaned back in fake horror. "Barry." While the other man was giggling his ass off, Rafe was silently seething. But even then he couldn't help but remind that little voice in the back of his head that, No, it's not normal to be so happy about someone making fun of him.  "I'm sorry rafe, but I'm just curious on what you exactly need a piece for." he held out his hands in a peaceful manner to show that he was done joking around and was looking for a genuine answer from his ally.

"Listen man, are you gonna help me out or not? Jesus, do I need to pay you for it or something?" Rafe exasperated, tiredly running his hand through his hair to get ahold on his nerves.

"Rafe, there are many many things I'll do for cash, but I'm truly curious on why you of all people need a gun. If I get some money and the added bonus of messing with you, then that's unfortunately not a deal I can pass up."

"So what will, you do for money? You've told me before that you've had people give you BJ's in exchange for drugs right? so what would it take for you to be on the giving side." Rafe lowered his voice, somewhat insecure in his questioning.  "Well, why do you wanna know, country-club? You tryna' change your currency?" the brown eyed man questioned confidently, raising his eyebrow for emphasis.

Rafe stared. Taking in his, bright pink lips and big brown eyes, wondering what it would be like to have those lips around his length and those eyes staring up at him while tears crowded the edges of them and eventually flowed over.

Suddenly the nature around Barry's trailer, that so easily fell into the background, was louder than ever before.

"I'm a curious guy, alright? If there's a question to be asked, I'm gonna ask it." Rafe took on a slightly defensive tone and lowered his head into the space between his spread knees. "Right, and this line of questioning has nothing to do with you possibly getting your dick wet?" Barry looked on knowingly, leering at rafe.

With Barry's churlish, almost derisive tone coming in to play, rafe had the urge to snap back him. Show him that rafe was not one to disregard, that this snappy little attitude he showed would not be rewarded any longer.

To tug at brown strands until the recipient was crying and begging for the other man to not stop, to gag him until drool was seeping from his mouth, to keep him there so long that he got sleepy in the eyes and to kiss him sweetly after.

"Why do you care, anyway? What, got some fantasies of your own you feel like sharing, Barry?"

The space between them was quieted as they both thought through their options. One, rafe could laugh it off while being slightly condescending, Barry could go back to his book and ignore rafe until he got the hint and walked away, or they could give in to tension that had been brewing since Barry claimed ownership over rafe.  They chose.  Rafe surged forward, pushing himself into Barry's space on the couch as he grasped the back of the other man's neck to make their lips finally meet together in a swift motion. 

Heated turned soft as they kissed, exploring this new territory in their growing relationship. As the kiss went on, they both easily lost themselves to it, becoming placid. 

Rafe slowly pulled away from the kiss, taking Barry's lip with him just to watch it snap back into place. Eyes low, he pulled out two hundred dollar bills and placed them into Barry's nearest hand. Barry took a little time to react but when he did his slightly dazed expression didn't change

He put the two hundreds in his pocket, looked up momentarily and slid down to the floor, occupying the space between rafe's legs. 

Rafe wished he could say he couldn't believe this was happening right now but, if not now, when? With all their touchiness and barely veiled affection, even their screaming matches held sexual tension. The way Barry got a little too clingy while high around rafe was something on its own but the way rafe yearned for it as well?-

Rafe lost his train of thought as Barry began to unzip and unbutton his pants.

The idea that he'd finally get to see Barry on his knees for him, big brown eyes teary and bright pink lips around him, it was a heaven of it's own.

All at once, Barry pulled down the elastic top of his boxers so they would rest under his balls and his dick would be fully on display.

Barry leaned up and began kissing down rafe's navel, pausing to kiss each side of his hips before making it to his prize.

Rafe's dick was (unsurprisingly) pretty. He had a optimum amount of public hair, clearly groomed but not overly so. He was cut and the tip was a garish shade of red, contrasting with the slight pinkish hue of his skin.

The girth of his cock was thick (the tips of barry's fingers couldn't even touch) but not anything super special in the length department, reaching just about 7 inches. 

Barry took it into his hand and just sat there for a little, trying to get his fill. Eventually rafe began to get impatient, to stave this off he took one hand into Barry's mass of hair and began to undo the bun it had been settled into, he pulled the ponytail holder out and easily slid it around his wrist. 

"Hey, uh, you ever done this before?" Rafe's breathing was shaky and it took all his brain power to speak..

"Once or twice, but I ain't no dick-sucking warrior, if that's what you askin'." 

"No, I was just wondering because, you look kinda', intimidated." Even with his shallow breathing rafe was able to let out a small chuckle at the prospect of barry being afraid of his cock of all things.

"Me, intimidated by, you? You musta' lost your mind rafe. Ain't nothing about you intimidating to me." Barry lazily said, trying to give off a guise of indifference, but it was quickly broken when rafe realized Barry's ears were inflamed and he refused to make eye contact instead focusing on the pretty pretty pink head of rafe's slobbering dick.

"So what, you just sittin' there droolin' at it for fun?" Rafe tilted his head, questioning.

"Drooling? The only thing drooling here is your dick, rafe, cause apparently you can't get enough of seein' me on my knees."  Barry sassed, momentarily tightening his lax grip on rafe's cock.

Rafe hissed, inadvertently yanking on Barry's hair and Barry had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning.

Barry decided it was time he get his mouth on rafe's annoyingly pretty cock before he did something stupid like beg for rafe to pull his hair again.

END

[darl1ngd3ar3st]

ooh! well, since you don't write for female readers, could it be that stuart meets a neutral o/s again after plastic beach and the whale? sorry for the above :(

nonono don't apologize its okay !! I'd b happy to write this one (apologies if its not good I haven't written jack shit in SO long omg 🫀💧❗️💥)

SO ERM I APOLOGIZE IF I SLIP SOME OC X CANON IN HERE IM VERY. UHH IM JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY

- bro is OVERJOYED OH MY GOD

- he would genuinely start crying I think

- he 100% did that cheesy thing where he ran up to you with tears in his eyes and gave you the BIGGEST hug

- almost suffocated you hash tag oopsie daisy

- "i-i thought- I thought I'd never see you again."

- "I'm just so glad you're safe."

- crying and throwing up

- so normally I'd try to keep the lore in these as vague as I can but hehehe >:) not this time

- pretend ur my stupid little self insert that deserves to be squished like a bug for a bit /j

- so basically. you manage to get back to london. yipee!

- and you're like "oh FUCK my boyfriends dead" UNTIL SUDDENLY ONR DAY IN THE MAIL. you get a postcard from wherever the hell 2d was I forgot I need to read over the wiki again

- it had little seashells taped to it btw

- and he taxis his way back to london and you see him at the NEW Kong I think I forgot what happened after murdocs stupid ass burnt the old one down

- and he runs up to you as fast as his scrawny ass legs will carry him and he squeezes you as tight as he can and he spins you around in the air trying not to bawl his eyes out

- personally I would've cried if I were in your position here but that's neither here nor there

- he's just so thrilled to sea you again :(

- please laugh that joke was funny

- genuinely words can't even express how much he missed you and how scared he was that he wasn't gonna get to see your smile or hear your voice ever again

- he tells you all about the whale and being stranded on a different island after the whale was beached

- he has so much to share with you and he doesn't stop talking for like 15 minutes

- a ton of kisses. so many

- like he couldn't go more than 10 minutes without a kiss before but now??????

- every 2 minutes at the very least

- for like a week straight

AAAA I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <33 THANK U FOR THE REQUEST ILY 🫶🫶

[the-travelling-witch]

guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)

i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3

i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^

yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~

me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2

we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@

NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS

childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao

i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)

it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really

also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-

anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3

bye bye~

— ❄️

hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha

well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>

don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3

i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)

i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)

childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…

i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them

and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)

thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3

[ohumokay]

I saw ur comment on the friend post and even though we have an age gap it baffles me that we seem to be having the same issues in regards to friendships. idk if society has always been cliquey or overly selective of who it lets join in and vice versa. but lately idk whats been up with peoples way of communicating you would think even with all tihs digitalised methods that people would want to but yet it seem no one does either bc theyre so self absorbed or they are "too busy" esp for those that have 100s of friends online but never enough time to every one so some of us sadly get put aside or we just drift apart if they dont align or do enough like i dont even care about gifts and no cards and shit fuck that id rather just have few solid connections than none.

what sucks is the other people who then gloat on their profiles or accounts and ik they "busy" with others. i try to find things in common with others but its so hard sometimes because then you feel like you have to force yourself to genuinely care about shit you dont care about in order to find somewhere to fit in. i recently tried doing online zoom quizzes and they were absolute hell, first off zoom is the worst way to try to feel included in on any sort of group esp when u dont know them right off the bat then these quizzes were god awful to keep up with esp the speedquizzing ones. i only did them cause this was the only way my "friend" would keep in touch long enough w/ me.

its a sad world we are in where people are mostly only interested in themselves, even in school this was the case. idk i just kinda gave up cause i dont think i will ever find who im looking for cause it feels like if im not doing xyz things no one going to care if im not here type thing. yet im tired of finding people only to then feel like they arent pulling their efforts back, again idc for gifts but is it so hard for people to idfk send messages in return or to keep a friendship going? outside of having common interests?

sorry for rambling but i feel like no one really seems to want deep meaningful connections no more. everuthings done for their benefit or for posting online and showcasing it to others their "fake" as fuck connections that they claim to have with people.

Hey... Yeah, I completely understand what you mean. A lot of ppl have shallow ass relationships views nowadays, or avoid real connections.

I think I know which comment you're talking about: the one about my ex-bsf who basically ghosted me. That friendship was not only one sided, but toxic asf. They would shit on my beliefs, make jokes at my expense, and if they were called out for their behavior, they'd say that it didn't matter bcuz they were gonna off themself anyway. It was really shitty, and towards the end, they made it very clear they were a fake friend (literally called themself fake) so I had to cut ties my own way.

I'm sorry your "friend" couldn't compromise in communication. That is such a sucky feeling; trying to keep a friendship afloat, even if the other person isn't. And it's sad that no one in this world can have a normal conversation.

Don't get me wrong, me and the friends I have left (including my new BSF) don't text anything deep. Like, we text all the time, but we usually avoid deep conversations. Not bcuz we can't have meaningful conversation, but bcuz we don't feel comfortable texting; deep shit should be said in person, or,at the bare minimum, over a phone call. So that's why we text pretty shallow, or not at all. But, our friendship is also strong enough to withstand a few days without talking and still being closer than ever.

I understand your exhaustion, for a while I shared your sentiment, but I firmly believe that everyone has a person. A person who they can talk to freely, whenever, without worry of toxicity or emotional distance. A person who is always there with a shoulder to cry on, and advice that one might need to hear, even if they don't want to hear it. A person who will be willing to sit in silence when need be, or rant with them, or simply listens bcuz talking without interruption is therapeutic. A person who is their person, through thick and thin.

And, I know we don't know each other, and have an age gap (tho, idk how large it is), but if you need someone to listen to your rants and rambles, or to talk you through a situation, or to just tell you your heard and appreciated, I'm more than willing. And this goes to anyone who needs it, not just the questioner. I am willing to be a surrogate person until you find your actual person.

I'm not perfect, I might not say the right thing, it might take me a while to respond, but I will always be willing to help a fellow person in need, even over Tumblr ❤️‍🩹

[nyarmand]

in light of recent anon events, please share random hcs about raiden. i barely know any people who are normal about him who don’t ship him with weirdos

yeah u have nothing to worry about from me on that count that's for sure <- doesn't even ship him hypothetically, much less in canon

i think 'normal' might be the wrong word to use when it comes to my feelings about him though /smacked for being silly, don't worry i know what you mean

let's see, let's see! headcanons about raiden... hell yeah i can do that

his favorite color is blue

he loves wearing coats and jackets and things like that (shout out to the mgs4 coat)

he's agender but doesn't have a name for it or even really fully have a grasp on it. bit much going on in his life for him to really sit down and think about his relationship with gender. if he did though.

if he knew he could go by different pronouns he'd go in for he/they 100% but he does not know that

he's bi (not a vampire though :p) but doesn't really... do anything about it bc while the way he grew up left him pretty touch-starved (someone hug him) it also managed to leave him extremely touch-averse + his own body horrifies him (it's the bar codes and all that) so that's kind of just an area he doesn't tend to go into. it took a full year before he finally managed to convince himself to do anything with rose and even then it wasn't the most pleasant experience for him. (i could go so much into my thoughts on this because considering how many people sexualize him to hell and back i've unfortunately had the topic put on my mind many times but like. suffice to say conditions do not improve)

like i said previously though he's also very touch-starved on account of getting like zero affection growing up except for the weird fucked up pseudo-familial nightmare that is solidus. so he needs hugs, really. unfortunately he has so few decent people in his life to give him any. but really the man could just use some platonic physical affection because that's the easiest kind for him to accept. romantic is a bit odd but he can deal... anything beyond that is uncomfortable and unpleasant. what i'm saying is SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A HUG.

speaking of hugs! sunny and john get SO many of them. Like hes adorable about it in the mgs4 ending hes just like oh my god i have a son. must hug him forever. it's the cutest thing and i KNOW it sticks around i know it. he will just pick john up and carry him around at random (john LOVES it) and sunny gets at least one big hug (usually more) every time they meet (outside of emergency situations like in revengeance). it makes him happy and it makes them happy and on the worse days it helps ground him a bit, reminds him that he's real and safe and so are they

solidus did in fact name him after big boss

speaking of solidus, look at him. now look at old snake. now back to solidus. now back to old snake. just another of the many reasons raiden is so fucked up in mgs4

man is he bad at math

okay, he's not bad at it per se, at least not until it starts getting into imaginary numbers and such. he has a hard time wrapping his head around those. (does anyone not? genuine question.) i just wanted to make a guide to troubled raidens joke.

kind of iatrophobic (gee i wonder why)

can't smile for photos to save his life, it has to be genuine

that hairclip sunny has in revengeance? he gave it to her. he saw it and it reminded him of his very excellent little sister, so. present time

hope u enjoyed this round of raiden headcanons, tune in next time for who the hell knows what

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

[amoristt]

Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

as always, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated1 i check all tags and comments <3

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

[phoebehalliwell]

i don't know if i'm the only one but i've often wondered exactly how hard it was to convince julian mcmahon to stick around for season five. they took his character, a feared powerful half demon and made him into the butt of the joke and the whole joke was basically ha ha look at this lovestruck fool obsessing and suicidal because he's got nothing to live with but can't die. ain't that funny? like how the fuck did the writers sell that to julian is my question

i find the entirety of season five just so goddamn insulting to cole's character. hell the fact that he got possessed by the source and this was treated as him turning evil instead of a shitty situation that got out of hand. like it wasn't bad enough he was villified for something that he wasn't even in control of half the time they couldn't even just vanquish the dude, they dragged it on and ridiculed him. i hate it here

lol. i mean. yeah. i really. like. it's like. like okay we all know cole was a fan favorite right and he & phoebe were really meant to like. be the sex appeal to the show no one else was really filling that role they were charmed's Sexy Couple tm. so like. in a sense i get the notion ab wanting to keep him around. because everyone loves him! he's bad boy! he adds this dangerous edge love balancing on a knife's point stuff like that. so like. that being said. u wanna keep him around. i just like Do Not Get how you opt to keep him around Like That. tbh. as w all things. i am blaming brad kern. i think it all really started to tank s4 (well, with mortal cole, but like) with source cole. that was bad, but i know it was part of the push to have like long form season drama character driven plots conflict between the sisters themselves it just like. sucked ass and balls imo. like i mean the fact they had to do the source as a possession just so they could get demon cole and lover cole,,, i mean it speaks to how stupid it was. the fact that u wanted cole to be a villain So Bad but the only way to do it was like. possession? sign that u should not do that like. like. like. i don't know how we're supposed to feel ab that.

and then. the vanquish. not sticking. i think like. i think they probably had the vague idea that cole having a mortal soul would not be able to be vanquished properly right? like. demons get destroyed into nothingness, but the human part of him lives, so i think they probably knew that was what they were going to do, that's what they sold to jmm and like. we sowed those seeds in the s4 finale w his ghost whispers and materialization. so i think like. they knew they wanted to Not Kill Him because he was such a fan favorite. maybe there was an intention to do a will they won't they variant of phole? and then. of course. there was the whole idea of paige cole, which, as the rumor goes, was meant to kick of in the s5 pilot, but both julian and rose shut it down. but i feel like. assuming that's true (which i 100% do assume that's true absolutely and i'm not endorsing it i don't think it would have been good or well written or whatever but like. 👀. you know?) but yeah. assuming that's true, i feel like that piece really speaks to what their designs for cole were: man meat. he was meant to be their male sex appeal and they weren't going to be picky about the narrative itself as long as he was still kicking.

but like honestly? i mean i shouldn't have to say this it's a given: it's not enough to just put your sexy man in front of a camera and call it a day like imo even a man who is not sexy can be made appealing through the power of the narrative. like, to level with you, i never really ever shipped phole nor found cole attractive at all like ever, but i can see like the fucking support beams you know i can see the infrastructure on which this whole thing can you know take on a life of its own in the earlier seasons because they very consciously put it there!! people shipped it for a reason n not just because they were two people standing next to each other on a tv screen i mean hello almost sinking a dagger in her heart but can't do it sends her away back to her sisters because he can't act out on his evil plan!! that's something!!!! that's so very something and they gave us Nothing they gave us nothing in the later seasons. and still expected it to fly. like. tbh julian was probably just like unwittingly duped like dragged along for the ride s5 which is likely why he was vanquished halfway through because i'd imagine roughly three episode in he went okay! um. what's this? guys? what's this? and then they said cole<3 you know he like knew he had to get the hell outta dodge.

anyways. if i were to resuscitate phole in s5. which like. to level w u. i wouldn’t. because they would need a lot of one-on-one screentime and we already spent so much of s4 splitting up the sisterhood in the name of phole i wouldn’t really want to continue with that per se But. if i were. this ask is getting long it’s under a cut 

something something demon of the week something something realms the point is cole is there when he very much shouldn’t be and like. he and phoebe get knocked into a different plane. so their bodies are fine and at the manor, but their minds are elsewhere and they need to solve whatever it is in order to get back. and we’ll say there’s a fuckin deadline because the girls need the power of three and right now they are sealed off from accessing it. and you know phoebe’s pretty fuckin pissed with cole because you know. he dragged her down to hell and she almost gave birth to the antichrist. actually source’s heir might be fun to keep around in this au idk. the point is phoebe’s pissed at cole and cole’s pissed at phoebe because phoebe’s pissed at him but he literally didn’t have control over himself in that era and he’s not getting the space he needs to justify himself because phoebe keeps stepping over him. but they gotta work together to get out of here. and were kinda doing enemies to lover 2.0 but like now they have History. of course we’ve gotta do a moment where cole has idk done something normal and phoebe’s so riled up that she does something rash and almost dies cole saves her like catches her bridal style or something faces inches apart breathing heavy and there’s a moment. like a we’re back in early s4 moment. which phoebe immediately breaks from and like walls going flying up but just for a moment there we see it it’s obvious: she’s still in love with cole. which then segues into an argument because like. cole wasn’t sure. right? he wasn’t sure if phoebe now just genuinely hated him. but now he knows right he knows better now so why are you acting like this? why are you taking every opportunity to shut me down to shut me out? why are you acting like you hate me when you know that’s not true right that whole thing to phoebe who gets the Classic because i do hate you. i hate you for what you did to me for what you did to my family and i hate you because i loved you so much and you destroyed me and i hate you because no matter how hard i try that love is still there and i know that for a second if i stop hating you i’m going to love you just like before and you can destroy me again and i hate myself because i’d let you because i love you. you know? big speech. big reveal. i have No Idea what piper and paige are up to right now. the point is. after this big confession we get the lull the cards are on the table what the fuck do we do now which is when cole Finally gets to opportunity to say he was actually possessed by the source and manipulated by the seer and the only thing that kept him holding on was his love for her and after she became queen of hell after he saw what the source had done to her he knew it had to end he doesn’t hold it against her for vanquishing him right this is where we exonerate all wrongs we’re just saying anything bad that has happened ever? scrub it. it’s the source’s fault. cole has no resentment against phoebe. he loves her a healthy, normal, non-possessive amount, so much so He Loves Her So Much he let her kill him and like honestly would probably do it again. idk and then they make out or something. and then they’re out of whatever plane they were in by the end of the episode. And Then we get a buddy cop episode with paige and cole where they bond and also sort through everything that happened there. slowly but surely. and then we do a real phole wedding a super small affair in the manor lowkey bc i hated their wedding episode it blowed we give them a good one. wallah <3

[rocorambles]

Holy Fuck!! Haha I'm sorry, I'm not the anon who requested that possessive Atsumu hc, but I'm DYING to see a part 2 of that and can't help but pile on. Ik you're probably busy with kinktober planning but maybe you could put this on the backburner? I'm thinking Osamu somehow manages to get you alone, and shows you how good he can make you feel without hurting you like that, shows you what it's supposed to feel/be like. Then reader is questioning it all but obviously Atsumu is quick to figure out what Osamu did, so he sends the message home that you will always be his with some aggressive-jealous-possessive hate sex.

Poor Osamu. All he did was try to help, but he just made things so so so much worse for Atsumu’s poor darling

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Infidelity, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Choking/Abuse/Violence, Slight Watersports/Piss Play

You’re surprised that Osamu is always hanging around, always asking to catch up with you after the first time he meets you in Atsumu’s apartment. But what confuses you most is how...worried he always looks when he gazes at you, brows furrowing when he looks at the loving marks Atsumu had gifted you. And you wonder if you should ask him what’s bothering him. 

But with Atsumu always closely trailing along and breathing down both your necks, it’s hard to question him about it and you just shrug it off and giggle as Atsumu is even touchier than usual when you’re out and about with his twin, calloused hands almost never leaving your body, and you’re ignorant of the stare-off the twins have above your head as you lean into the familiar touch. 

However, Osamu has always been the more patient of the two and he doesn’t mind playing the long waiting game, seizing a rare opportunity when Atsumu is out of town for an away game and you’re at the apartment by yourself for the weekend, a busy work season keeping you close to the office and unable to join your boyfriend on his trip. He invites himself over under the guise of having some new recipes for you to test and the two of you genuinely enjoy the time together, chattering and laughing as you cook together. But there’s a tension in the air as the two of you quietly sit down to eat and just as you’re about to ask about the way his eyes linger on a particularly fresh mark on your throat, you gasp when Osamu hesitantly and gently reaches across the table to hold your hand, delicately tracing his thumb across your skin. 

“Love...love should be sweet, tender, and affectionate. It should never hurt.” 

You feel strange as his fingertips lightly brush over the finger shaped bruises on your wrist, unsure why your eyes are watering, why your bottom lip begins to quiver at his words. But when he tentatively walks over to you and crouches besides your seated figure, softly asking if he can show you how you should be treated, how you deserve to be treated, you shyly nod your head and let him lead you to your bedroom. And despite the pang of guilt you feel, knowing this is wrong, knowing that there would be hell to pay if Atsumu found out about this, you lose yourself in Osamu’s attentive motions, his soothing caresses, his kind words and praises. 

There are no bruises, no aches, no piercing teeth or nails, no degrading comments. And you feel only warm and sated when the two of you finally finish, a radiant smile on your face as you sink into Osamu’s embrace, wondering if this is really what love is supposed to feel like. 

But reality fully sinks in when you wake up the next morning and there’s a weight on your chest as guilt and doubt cruelly dig their claws into you. How could you cheat on Atsumu? Did you really love Atsumu? Did Atsumu even love you? Is there a future with Osamu? The questions eat you alive and Osamu parts ways before his brother returns home, kissing you once more and telling you he’d be waiting for you to make your decision, waiting with open arms if you decided to choose him. 

You try to act normal when your blonde lover enthusiastically bounds into your apartment, swinging you around in his arms and whining about how much he missed you while he was gone. And you think you’ve done a decent job maintaining your usual facade as Atsumu continues babbling on and on about the game, about his team. But when night comes, you freeze at the familiar dark glint in his eyes as he swiftly and forcefully carries you to your shared bedroom. 

Everything feels wrong and you wince as he treats you like a rag doll, like a piece of meat, his hands roughly gripping you, fingers digging painfully into your skin, teeth biting down too harshly. And you try to take it like you always do, obediently, quietly, submissively, silently telling yourself that this is just how Atsumu relays his love for you, that everyone has a different love language. But you can’t help but compare and when Atsumu bullies his way between your legs, your muscles screaming as he forces your thighs wide apart, you defy him for the first time, begging him to slow down, to be more gentle. 

He stares in shock, wondering where this sudden change of attitude is coming from, wondering what has you acting so strangely, but fury begins to kindle inside of him at the next words that escape your mouth as memories of a silver haired man who shares his face saying the same exact sentence play over and over again in his mind.

“Love should be sweet, tender, and affectionate. It shouldn’t hurt.” 

You recoil when the blonde man above you begins to loudly cackle, uncertainty and fear making you back up and inch away from your lover. But you scream when your legs are suddenly being hauled over broad shoulders, wailing and sobbing as Atsumu shoves his cock inside of you in one savage thrust, the new position making the tight fit even worse, a stabbing pain lancing through you as he folds you in half. 

“What else did ‘Samu teach you while I was gone? Did he give you some hands on lessons too?” 

He says it as a derisive joke, not believing for a second that you, his precious girl, would ever betray him like that, especially not with his own twin. But something cold jolts through him when he sees the guilt in your eyes, when you can’t even meet his gaze. And he knows. He knows. And you let out a blood curling shriek when a hand wraps around your throat, squeezing and squeezing until you really think this might be the end, your body convulsing and your hands clawing in a last frantic fight for your life. 

But just when the darkness begins to encroach on your vision, just when you’re ready to submit to eternal slumber, he suddenly lets go and you wonder if you’d have been better off dead as he fucks you with reckless abandon, anger, betrayal, and hurt fueling his intensity and you’re sure that it’s not just your own arousal lubricating each of his thrusts, a quick peek downwards confirming your suspicion as crimson liquid mixes in with the mess between your legs. 

It hurts. You’re scared. And your unconscious cries for Osamu to save you only make everything worse as Atsumu sees red. 

The details are hazy and you know you’re flitting in and out of consciousness, alternating between sobbing and just laying limply as you’re covered with cum, blood, maybe even piss. You’re unsure. Unsure of everything except pain and fear, blindly nodding your head when Atsumu growls at you, makes you promise that you’re his, only his, for the rest of your life, forever, until your body is six feet under the ground. 

And Atsumu smiles when he looks at your exhausted passed out body, satisfaction thrumming through his body as he pulls out the engagement ring he had been planning to surprise you with and slips it onto your finger. 

It’s “till death do us part” now and he has every intention of making sure you never forget it. 

[phleb0tomist]

Okay, so about a year ago, I was hospitalized for hyperglycemia after the EMTs in my ambulance eventually realized I wasn't having a panic attack and that my blood sugar of over 300 (normal is around 80-100) was maybe probably something to worry about, idk. I couldn't move--my blood was fermenting in my body and I couldn't open my hands, which were shriveling up. It was like the pins and needles in your arm/leg from falling asleep, except it was my whole body (mostly my hands) and super painful. It took hours of laying there with some kind of drip for me to feel better.

What had happened was I went a day without eating (eating is kinda hard for me bc I have no appetite a lot) and then shit hit the fan when I, super hungry and lethargic, ate like two or three bowls of sugar cereal the next morning. Yeah. I put my body into shock with fucking cinnamon toast crunch. Except it turns out I'm not even diabetic (type 1) even tho hypo/hyperglycemia is a diabetic thing. Even the fancy specialist doctor they brought in was basically like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So there's probably something wrong with me but no one knows what. Sometimes I'll wake up at like 3am breathing hard with my ears ringing and I have to stagger to the kitchen like I'm drunk to sip milk until it goes away. I just can't go very long without eating like a normal person.

Anyway, I guess I never considered I had trauma until I found this blog. Like I'll hear an ambulance far away and I'll keep thinking stuff like "it's coming for me" and I haven't eaten any kind of cereal with sugar since, which is the dumbest thing to have trauma over. My dad blames me 100% for this incident and made me pay half the $3,000 bill (ambulances suck). Sometimes he tries to joke with me about it. At least I'm not scared of needles anymore, lmao. There were so many during this whole thing.

Sorry for writing you a novel. I tried to keep this as short as possible, I just wanted to share/vent. It's just nice to know that there are other ppl who feel this way.

Hello <3 <3

that sounds so awful, like genuinely terrifying. I completely understand it affecting you a lot, I’d be surprised if it didn’t. I’m sorry it happened to u.

stuff like that is a big shock to the mind, not just the body. And from what I’ve seen and experienced, ur brain makes associations, so when they’re set off, it sends ur system into panic. maybe it could help to talk to a counsellor, but ik that’s not possible for everyone. That money thing with your dad sounds so frustrating too :(

I’m glad there’s some comfort in knowing ur not alone. medical trauma or scary health experiemces are really common, and they can affect people deeply. a lot of ppl here have been through the same thing, there’s a lot of solidarity and love around!!

Triggers aren’t dumb and it’s okay to share ur feelings! I just hope that the upset from this eases. good luck with absolutely everything <3

[niks-minion]

crack request of me right now but... is it bad that i kinda want this top three + deku teamup to fail 😭😭 or at least not go to plan.

like look, i get why the other kids got left behind, since they're neither deku the mc with the op power nor the top heroes with sometimes decades more experience, and the way horikoshi has been scaling their powers it's usually only deku who gets to have the bamf explosion of power moments outside of training (the other kids do help out for sure, but usually it involves careful planning like the put gigantomachia to sleep thing, and generally they're not allowed huge displays of power, so that makes u feel like they can't keep up with deku) but like... it rubs me the wrong way. what we're doing now is grooming deku to be the sole pillar (a concept proven shitty and unstable) while the other kids aren't granted the chance to have all might or whoever pay extra special attention to them. like all might sucks as a teacher tbh. even in 284 he has the other kids take time from their own training regiments to help deku instead of like... making up an exercise that benefits the whole class and deku. he left behind 39+ kids who looked up to him and needed guidance (basically implying they're not worth his time, are not gonna be able to make a difference) at a time when the world around them is falling apart.

and like... i get it, deku is the mc, he's gonna get special attention, he's gonna get the cool powers and the bonus training or whatever. im absolutely not mad about that. i'm also not expecting all the kids to get equal relevance or whatever. you could argue that we've got no time to waste on training the other kids and their feelings. but i can't help but be a bit frustrated that horikoshi created so many cool characters with so much potential only to have it seem like they'll end up sidelined. like it feels atp like the tertiary protagonist is endeavor not shouto.

and ig what im asking for is the other kids rising to the occasion. even if they don't have guidance from the symbol of peace or full support from the top three heroes, even if they don't have the generations passed down power, even if they're not the chosed one, even if they're left out of plans and treated like they're secondary, id like to see them defy expectations. I'd like to see a scenario where the old heroes won't cut it and where the kids take charge to bring about some genuine change in both the world and the hero system. i want to see a scenario where the current plan fails and they need to be bailed out by the kids (+everyone else). i'd like to see the other kids grow out of both a desire to be great heroes and spite lmaoo

like i know this is probably irrational wish fulfillment on my end, and im not a writer so this probably wouldn't make for a cool story to anyone but me, but damn do i want it and damn do i miss the kids.

Ok. Hello my dear anon. Now that’s a long ask.

Ok. Warning. My opinion may be a bit biased, and also more focused on the origin trio than the whole class, bc let’s be honest it was obvious from the start there the main focus would be.

1. Let’s start with the fact that I’m not a Deku hater. Yes I make jokes, yes the sole focus on him makes me bitter bc we all have our favorites and want them to shine, yes I’m dying to see tdbk team up, bite me. That doesn’t mean that me, you or any other person wishing to get smth more is a “die Deku die!” enthusiast.

2. Your opinion is valid and understandable. Honestly, I get it. More so I think that’s gonna be the case bc come on, you can’t tell me that this dream team is gonna just kick a couple of asses, scream “plus ultra” and restore the whole country back to normal. I call bullshit. I’ve heard the guess that it may be a mirror to Katsuki’s kidnapping during the forest arc. (Would be cool bc the whole class could come to the picture and save him, plus Deku realizing he’s not alone etc etc)

3. About Deku being op and others being in his shadow.

Well, yep, as you’ve said- our broccoli boy is the mc, so 🤷🏻‍♀️

But taking jjk for example I don’t feel bitter about Megumi. And in Haikyuu I didn’t feel bitter literally about any character, especially Kageyama, god damn it’s the most satisfying shonen manga for those who has “I usually like mc’s bff/rival more” mindset. (it’s me)

That’s why I’m gonna die in the hill of denial that in bnha at least Bakugou and Todo are not gonna end up eating dirt and be satisfied with the average place somewhere behind Izuku.

Welcome to my praying circle, let’s sit and drink cola/wine while waiting for tumblr to go mad with the frames of other class 1A ( 2a now) kids. Plus Shinsou. Plus shiketsu kids, why the fuck Inasa wasn’t at the war arc, wind throwing villains here and there?!

4. The most irritating thing for me is this.

And this

Again, I totally get it. They need to protect ofa. What’s the better place for it than being sandwiched between top to heroes. And yes you can say the others are just kids and dealing with real life threats is too early for them. Deku simply has no choice. I’m ok with it.

But holy shit, was I disappointed to witness this exact frame...Yeah, yeah, call me Shouto simp, whatever man. But the build up, the “here is my hand, let’s fight together”... it’s only natural for me to to wish Todo was there too. I’m craving for Shouto/Hawks/Enji team up.

About Deku’s arms. Excuse me, but... it had so great drama potential. That he injured his arms and for now is unable to use them to the full capacity or something. I’m a sucker for a good angst so🤷🏻‍♀️ but then it was solved just like that? Ok, what did stop you to order these gauntlets like half a year ago, ha?

Welp, It’s for the reason that our duo is out of the picture. Suspiciously so.

Let’s wait a bit and hope for the best.

[lailarain]

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA 3

This is a continuation of this post.

I'm watching Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak High School Future Arc for the first time.

Episode 6:

Makoto, you fucking genius. Then again, can't Monokuma just make that a new rule if he wants to🤨

LMAO MONACA THINKING SHE WAS CAUGHT🤣🤣🤣

BYAKUYA! I missed u🥰

WAIT WHY THE FUCK IS HE BRITISH ALL OF A SUDDEN💀

Wait Geko Gahara is what now😀

KOMARU AND TOKO YES I MISSED YOUUUU

YES OUR FAVORITE ULTRA DESPAIR LESBIANS ARE BACK AT IT AGAIN😎😎😎😎

HAJIME YES MY NON-SHAPE-KNOWING BRO

Wait....Izuru🤨?

Episode 7:

Monaca, Junko killed HERSELF. Makoto didn't do shit🤨

THE TITLE IS ULTRA DESPAIR GIRLS YEAH BABY

THE WARRIORS OF HOPE ARE ALIVE AND HELPING OUT THE UDGs YES

It's so nostalgic to watch my favorite dynamic duo fight monokumas with the megaphone again🥺🥺🥺

The way she says "neutralizing demonic teddy bears" like it's normal😭

"Unless you like it rough😏"

Okay wtf is up with Toko's voice

Toko's fantasies are WAY more awkward when animated. Whatever they pay Byakuya's VA clearly isn't enough

IS THAT ACTUALLY HOW SHE SEES KOMARU LMAOOOO

BYAKUYA SENSED HER BEING WEIRD LMAOOO

Can Monaca just stfu🙄

HOLY FUCK YES THE LESBIANS ARE HOLDING HANDS I REPEAT THE LESBIANS ARE HOLDING HANDS

"Don't you see? I was HOPEING to defeat you. I R O N Y."

YES NAGITO

"Leave me alone. G O O G L E I T."

Who's gonna tell Monaca that she'll automatically suffocate the moment she breaks the atmosphere?

Istg those two are SO gay for each other

Komaru and Makoto are such wholesome siblings😭

KYOKO BETTER NOT BE THE ONE TO DIE I SWEAR I-

Episode 8:

Wait did he just say the name I think he said😀

I don't even know what to say about this episode title💀

NO MAKOTO SWEETIE IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT😭

Yo why tf does the blonde bitch look like that🤨

NO THAT MOTHER EFFER BETTER GET AWAY FROM KYOKO😤

Did that peach-haired asshole just-

HOLY FUCK POTHEAD GUY NO

POTHEAD GUY KNEW KYOKO AND HER DAD

What the fuck was in that chocolate😀

The bitch killed the love of her life? That's fucked up, man.

Kyoko, we're in a pandemic. Don't lick saliva, he could've had COVID🙄

Kyoko tricked them? Man, what a badass.

Episode 9:

Wait, so if that wasn't an actual exit, does that mean she killed her love for no reason?

The building is underwater? This game keeps on coming up with insane scenarios, I swear

Okay, blonde bitch has officially LOST HIS MARBLES.

Makoto please don't blame yourself🥺🥺🥺

DID THIS BLONDE BITCH JUST-

Wait....SO SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO KILL HIM?

AND HE STILL KISSED HER WTF

Aoi and Makoto's friendship is so cute🥰

Kyoko's gonna die, isn't she?😟

KYOKO NO SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF KNOWING SHE WAS GONNA DIE AGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

BLONDE BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP HE JUST LOST KYOKO THIS ISN'T ABOUT HOPE

(No joke I am genuinely about to cry now. She better not be dead)

Episode 10:

Awwww I remember this is when she rescued him🥺

Kyoko really is with Atua now😔😇

"She died protecting me from myself" that line HURT, man

Awww poor Makoto is crying🥺🥺

Blonde bitch looking like he be POSSESSED or some shit

Wait what's that on Kyoko's body

how DARE this blonde ass motherfucker make Makoto bleed. Breathing the same oxygen as him was rude enough🙄

Bullying a girl Makoto? Not cool, Hajime Blonde Bitch

IT HIT HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NECK LMAOOO

Did he.....is Makoto....

Ohhhh He's keeping Makoto alive because he'll be trapped. For a second, I thought this was a redemption arc lol😂

Istg this guy is SO aggressive for no reason🙄✋

THE FACT THAT MAKOTO ISN'T ATTACKING YOU AND TRYING TO TALK IT OUT WHILE YOU BEAT HIM UP IS LITERAL PROOF THAT HE IS ON THE SIDE OF HOPE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS🤦‍♀️

WAIT SO EVERYBODY IS AN ATTACKER!?!?

Okay that's it this blonde bitch and me bouta throw hands for punching Naegi👊

Okay I know this scene is sentimental and all but how the fuck is Naegi still standing😀

Okay I wasn't expecting blonde bitch to cry this is actually pretty sad

WAIT SO WHO'S THE ATTACKER?!?!?

Episode 11:

I was wondering how they reacted to the outside world so this is cool

Wait why is ponytail girl smiling evilly😀

Suicide? Idk sounds unlikely to me🤔

Makoto is such a marder it's actually insane

MAKOTO PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE

Okay who in the literal fuck is the attacker tho

What the fuck is that video and where is Makoto I'm so confused rn

ARE THOSE THE VICTIMS?!?!?

WAIT WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MAKOTO WAS HE TRIGGERED WHAT'S GOING ON

NAEGI HOLY FUCK DON'T DO IT

WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIS EYES HE LOOKS LIKE NAGITO WHEN HE'S RANTING ABOUT HOPE WHAT THE FUCK

BUFF GUY IS ALIVE HOLY SHITBALLS

WAIT SO IT REALLY WAS SUICIDE?!?!?

NO BUFF DUDE DON'T GIVE IN TO DESPAIR STAY ALIVE

YES BUFF DUDE STAY ALIVE AND SAVE THEM DONT DIE

YES BLONDE BITCH GO SAFE YOUR BRO AND TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL

NOOOOOOOOOO BUFF BROOOOOOOO

Wait IS TENGAN ALIVE?!?!?!?

(sorry about all the capitals)

Episode 12:

FINAL EPISODE BABY LET'S GO

Wait so is the video that forced the reserve course students to commit suicide and the one that made Makoto go batshit crazy one in the same?

Heh heh spiral eyes go brrr

Shy guy why are you freaking out what did you do

"You need to know the truth. I've liked anime for as long as I can remember" wow what a shock that the ultimate animator likes animation😀

"You're the exception to the rule and you damn well know it" damn shy guy

wait shy guy what are you doing

SHY GUY NO-

WAIT HE COULDN'T USE HIS TALENT

Did he just say eliminate😀

Shy guy what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing

BLONDE BITCH YES

Okay this is such an elaborate plot twist wtf

AWWW BLONDE BITCH🥺🥺🥺🥺

ASAHINA NO

SHY GUY DON'T YOU DARE PRESS YES

Thank god there's a timer😅

TOKO KOMARU NOOOOOO

WAIT MONACA TOO? SHE'S ALIVE!?!?!?!?

This isn't looking too good for Makoto and Blonde Bitch

WAIT JUNKO IS ALIVE?!?!?!?!?!

JUNKO CALLED OLD GUY OLD AND CRUSTY LMAOOO

Why do I like Junko so much

"Get over it, slut. We're dead😋"

WAIT THAT'S IT!??!?! IT'S OVER?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED?

Am I supposed to watch Despair Arc Now?

Okay I think it's over.

Next, it's time for the only reason I decided to watch the anime: to watch the despair arc for more NAGITO.

[jiwonsssi]

- differences, pt. 2

I hate descriptions. Just read.

characters: Eun Jiwon/'you'

warnings: swearing

A/U: i tried into drama making but since i hate drama it turned out kinda cringey so yeah enjoy and OH its long

And the next week was pretty much normal. Practices, meet ups with friends, helping your mother on her work and other typical stuff for you. You even managed to forget what happened with Jiwon earlier, because there were no time to think about it; too much is happening, and, as always, it does make you feel overwhelmed. And of course there was someone who was fascinated with the idea on how to make you life worse. Sungha didn't even try, you don't know if it was his intention; but God was he successful.

He got suddenly fucking annoying; to the point you didn't even want to see him. He asked annoying question, joked annoying jokes, touched you so annoyingly that you flinched from him everytime. Perhaps, he didn't do anything wrong (as he, himself, claims) and to be honest you are not that angry with his actions on that damned night, but.. something is wrong. You can only feel it, it's impossible to describe it or put it in words; and that's, actually, one of the main problems - you have no idea what to tell him.

And he continues to ask. Annoyingly.

You read and heard somewhere that a simple gesture of a person could easily turn you away from her or him. Apparently, that happened.

And Jiwon. Somehow you see him tragically different now. This week made you analyze so many things about him; you spent hella time together, it wasn't that hard anyway. It's not like you are ready to jump on him screaming 'oppa take me' or something. Absolutely fucking not. Yet.

Anyway, among everything, you drastically wanted to be closer to him. Friendship seems like out of this world idea, but just talking to him feels better than with anyone else. Except, maybe, your mother. But perhaps it's because they are around the same age? We (you and your common sense) choose to ignore that fact.

The other thing you want to ignore is that you are very much disappointed in the fact that he stopped being late. Just a tiny part of you were hoping for another 15 minutes spent together in total comfort of the night drive.

And today was not different; Eun Jiwon was tolerably late and all the dancers waited for him patiently.

- We need to talk, - Sungha sits down beside you and you fight an urge to roll your eyes.

- Right now? - you are annoyed without any apparent reason. It's not right. You really want to talk; you know it's a need. But at the same time it feels so impossible; you know that there would be a fight. You just want to postpone it for as long as possible.

- Yes, because any other time you run from me like crazy, - he has a point.

- I'm not, - we will not accept it anyway.

- You are! But.. not a point. What the fuck is happening? Are you still mad at me? For just one shitty night? You made it safe! - he's not screaming, more like loudly whispering but you still see people watching you. So you stand up, taking his hand and shove him out of the room, standing in front of him with your arms crossed on your chest.

Rage starts to build up unexpectedly fast and you have no idea how to stop it. You don't want to, to be honest.

- Yeah, I hope you had great time as well.

- I promised them! What could I say? 'Sorry, I need to abandon something that has been planned weeks ago'? - he has a point, he really does. Everytime. But.. you just can't think straight. Whatever he says, you would probably still blame him.

- It would have literally took you about 20 minutes. But no, you didn't even think about it; the idea that your friends can spend 30 minutes without you didn't cross your mind. But the idea of abandoning me in the middle of night - on top of all, - you articulate dramatically at this point, but who cares anyway.

- Oh, now we are playing that 'could have been done' game? C'mon, quit it, I care about you and you know it, - did it make you more angry? Because it did.

- You? Care? My ass, how many times you dropped me over some shit? Buying me stuff to make it seems like an apology is not caring about me, it's bullshit, - you put his hands that he already had on your waist down, stepping back a little.

- Uhm, it's not like I'm the one who accepts them, - it's a war declaration.

You know he is right. You know. But at the same time, who said you should always think with you brain, not, for example, with ass? It will sound stupid, but your heart already gave up on him (if it even was considering him in the first place), your head's ideas don't really suit you and other parts of you just really want to punch him.

- Oh you know what? It's better to receive at least something from you, because otherwise I might stuck with only "amazing" conversations and even worse sex. I'm not your parent to teach you how to behave when you are guilty and if you want to shower me with gifts when you can simply apologize, I'm not here to complain, - aww, who's that angry little boy? He furrows his brows, breathing heavily and you shrug your shoulders, smiling the most annoying smile you can manage.

Everyone think that you are with him because of money, so why not play along?

- Fuck that, - Sungha goes straight back to the practice room again and you feel air in your lungs hurting. If that's even possible. You have chosen him for a reason and the reason is absolutely not wealth. And now.. it's kinda weird to be sad over something that you, yourself, ruined. You did ruin it, right? And over some, indeed, tiny fucking mistake.

You will not blame yourself for this, but maybe you are allowed to be a little upset. Break ups happen and.. it's upsetting. And when the adrenaline in your veins finally calms down, you inhale deeply, trying to calm that tiny crybaby in you down.

The thing is, you absolutely can't handle it right now. Just not in the middle of this mess with everyday practices and hella tone of work in general. You want peace and comfort, not all those nerves.

It's absolutely time to get wasted. And you're have absolutely no time for that.

Coming back in, you feel particularly everyone in this room watching you and it's so fucking annoying again. Why can't they just mind their own business? Is it that hard?

But most probably the biggest problem is that right after you, a mere seconds later, Jiwon comes in and you can swear he heard everything. Everything. You groan and stomp your feet, screaming at how life hates you. Internally.

You meet his eyes once, when Jiwon greets everyone and he just smiles, nodding his head a little. Maybe he will not think of you as someone who sleeps with men for money.

Just a tiny, tiny, tiny possibility. A girl can dream, right?

Hope dies last. All that shit.

It's hard to concentrate when all you can think about is your now totally fucked up relationships; it's impossible to pretend that you don't care. You do. And not because you are scared of losing him (somehow that is the last thing you afraid of), but to break up on this conditions. You truly believe that everything can be solved through conversation (even though you are the one who became angry but does it really matter?); you won't beg him to start over, because you simply don't want to. But breaking up without hating each other sounds better than what you have now.

The practice starts and you do everything automatically. Absolutely on autopilot.

- Hey, are you with us? I'm talking to you, - of course it's time to miss main choreographer speaking directly to you, right in front of your face. What a perfect day!

- Sorry, I.. sorry, - the music is already silent and everyone are out. For a break, probably. You feel like you are on crack or something, because you totally forgot what was happening around. And how much time passed by.

- Nevermind. What I wanted to say is that you are to dance with Eun Jiwon. I hope you remember choreography for 'Tipsy', aren't you? - you badly want to close your eyes, breath and whisper 'what the fuck' but you just nod silently, then shake your head.

- But I was dancing with Sungha as backdancer, so I..

- Not anymore. I don't know what is happening between you two but this is the last time I agree on changing partners in the last moment. Understood? - again, the exact same wish. What the fuck is going on? It feels like you fell asleep in one reality and woke in another.

- Yeah. But I..

- That's it, go and grab some coffee, I don't know, you lookin awful, - she smiles in the end so you don't feel offended, but she's totally right. Nodding, you turn around to leave. Coffee. Great idea. Would be even better with whiskey.

Unsuccessfuly trying to persuade coffee machine to not to add 5 portions of sugar, you also trying your very best to persuade yourself to stop fucking whining.

- Yes, bad terms. Yes, I look like a bitch now. Yes, he's going to shit on me everywhere. Yes, probably I will lose some people. Yes, I said awful things, - talking to yourself in public place is not a great idea but who cares, - But do I need those people? And sex was really not that great.. Fuck you!

You tap with a loud sound on a coffee machine who proudly presents you extra sweet coffee. Feeling your lower lip tremble out of pure rage, you shove coffee in sink and sigh slowly.

- Please, just once, sweetie, let's do it, huh? Just for me, c'mon, - now you try to persuade the machine nicely. It works with you laptop every time, so why not?

But yeah, life is a shit and that's exactly why you hear a loud giggle from behind and.. we're not in fanfiction. It can't be him. Right?

- After talking to yourself you started to chat with coffee machine. I genuinely want to know, are you okay? - it's absolutely not the right time for Jiwon to show up out of nowhere. The awful timing. Closing your eyes, you force yourself to smile and turn around, facing him.

- Yeah, just.. it's always nice to chat with someone smart, - he smiles again, nodding and comes closer.

- That's why you were talking to coffee machine? - you look at him, standing right beside you with his kind mocking face and he smirks, celebrating his win. Hell no.

- That's why I will not talk to you, - his face changes in seconds and he's now cutely mad. You could never count him as scary old sunbae, because it's so light around him. You can't be this free with the most of the men around there because every one of them don't know how to handle pure jokes. Jiwon does everything perfectly.

- Okay then. I'll drink that tasty fresh black strong coffee with no sugar from cafe nearby all by myself, - you don't realize that he's holding two cups and you honestly forgot how to say 'thank you'. He turns around very slowly, looking you in the eyes all the way and you put on your most exaggerated charming smile.

- Oh my God, I'm so sorry, oppa, you are the smartest that I have ever met! - you would hang on his arm or something but apart him being very open and comfortable with you, it's still obvious that he's much older. Literally twice your age. That would be crossing the lines.

Jiwon pretends to think for a moment and you smile as innocent as possible and he suddenly nods, with the same exaggerated satisfaction, passing you the hot cup.

- I saw you spacing out, thought coffee will help. Must be difficult these days for you? - he just stands here, leaning with one hand on a table and he looks.. stunning. His style is perfect without trying and you can swear the color black belongs to him. And you just broke up with the boyfriend. Stop. But maybe it's his care that looks stunning, huh. Sounds lame, but.. unless?

- Yeah, I just.. - actually you have zero fucking idea on how to answer his question. He wouldn't be asking if he wasn't interested in what you are going to say. Yet you also had no intentions on showering him with your problems so you look at him, trying not to look desperate and shake your shoulders, - You heard everything, right?

He nods and you sip coffee, trying to not to burn your lips.

- I did, sorry, - he places his cup onto the table, putting both of hands in the pockets of his joggers, - You broke his self esteem, not his heart. So don't worry about sounding like a bitch.

He's actually very right. But there is something that will eat you anyway. Nice, though, that he's trying to help you. Hella weird.

- But it will eat me a couple of months anyway, - you continue to drink your coffee, staring at the material of his black tshirt, not seeing anything anyway when he speaks again.

- Your words about sex will eat him at least a couple of years. So don't worry, you won this one, - and you choke on your coffee, spitting it everywhere, trying to laugh and feel ashamed at the same time. Jiwon wipes brown drops from his upper arm that happened to be on the way of your hysteria, laughing not so loud but any way very pleasing. No need to be ashamed, apparently.

It wasn't funny. It was just so weird to hear it from him.

- I won't ever again buy you drinks, - he's laughing, hanging you tissues and taking the cup out of your hands, throwing it into the trash, - C'mon. Break must be over by now.

And he's so light, just like that. Jiwon doesn't make you talk about it further, doesn't try to get into your head with advices; he said what he wanted to say and listened to you for as much as you needed.

Does being intelligent comes with age?

You wipe your mouth, making your way after him when you get this feeling again; why does your whole life feels like a fanfiction? Of course Sungha needs to stand in the dark corner near vending machine like a fucking anime antihero.

You couldn't see him earlier, but.. Jiwon did. You look at his back, being not just surprised, but absolutely fucking stumbled. Why? He didn't do anything extra, but he could have been silent about such an intimate detail, as sex. But he wasn't. He deadass joked about it. And it led you to one thought: was he angry at him?

No way. Probably.

After looking at him for a moment, it feels like all that joy and relaxation you got from talking to Jiwon disappears in mere seconds. You feel so pressured again. You fucked it up. Again.

Sungha follows you and you feel his eyes imprinting 'you will regret this' on the back of your neck; you literally can feel it. It's funny how you have been knowing every bad thing about him and his friends and still decided to say 'yes' to this relationships. It started as a mess, and it will end the same.

Position "I will make him better" was never intended to work anyway.

Jiwon holds a door for you and you enter practice room, slightly nodding to him as 'thank you'. Even though you are going to dance so close to him; so close to the point you never knew you wanted to, you had no intention to continue this rehearsal. Not even the slightest.

And when the choreographer was talking to Jiwon about changing partners and he was actually very surprised or even when the music started to play, you had absolutely no emotions on your face. And so the troubles begin.

Of course, that made choreographer perofm a very nice thing called 'I will fucking end you if you continue to ruin my pattern' and it made you even more irritated and you forgot how many times you clumsy bumped into Eun Jiwon's limbs with yours. He helped you. A lot. Messing it up himself, sometimes. Sometimes receiving your palm slapping his chest. You didn't see even a tiny muscle changing on his face to form an angry emotion. And it's all extremely touching and his patience is made of steel when he wants it to be like that, but.. you still can't concentrate.

- You know what? I'm tired, - you hear Jiwon nag loudly, after you stepped on his foot for the third time and music stops the moment after his words, - I can't work like that.

Was you ready to cry? Because you even feel your eyes watering. You never expected him to care about you more than he already did, but he clearly saw what was happening.

Though it's only your fault. You move away from him a little, brushing your hair back and close your eyes. There are three more candidates who can do that. Not a big problem for him to change.

Jiwon moves in the direction of the woman who's now particularly burns with flames of rage and you know that you are the one they are discussing and feels so pitiful. You really wish it didn't ruin your pride.

And it's not how they talk while looking around on dancers that made you feel like shit. It's how everyone know that you were declined and that it's absolutely your fault; and they feel like it's prior duty to stare at you so.. contemptuously. Everyone have their bad days. Yours just happen to be today. It doesn't make you worse or better, but it's hard to persuade yourself to think like that because you are already digging yourself in.

And his rejection is actually making it hundred times worse.

- So, I wanted to say that I'm extremely tired and that's it for today, - Jiwon stands in the centre of the room, looking at you all with such a sincere sorrow. You title your head, frowning. What the fuck? - I know that it's still a long way to go, but let's have an evening off today. We all are doing great and I am very thankful for all the hard work you do for me, - he speaks so.. slowly and thoughtfully. Like he really means it. It's nice, - And besides, I'm not getting younger so I need to rest. Let's pretend it's not the main reason, - you catch your 'what the fuck' expression in the mirror and he laughs, continue to talk like only he can. You have no idea how to explain that. It just hits differently, - So let's go, run faster until our very scary choreographer didn't change her mind. Go!

He claps his hands, bowing a little and continue to stand where he is, scrolling through his phone after politely saying bye to everyone who was addressing him. You don't move even a bit because now you feel like it's your prior duty to hail him. Of course people will know the truth, but he at least made an attempt to make it seems like it wasn't your fault.

You don't know how to feel about that. You really don't.

He stares at his phone and you wait until all the people are gone, clearing your throat to make him notice you.

- Shit, you scared me. I was ready to call you, - you title your head again, because what is wrong with him. He walks to the door, opening it for you again. What the..

- I am confused, but I still will say what I wanted to, - you come closer, letting the door shut and now it's his turn to be surprised because you just realized that you have a face that says 'I'm about to beat you up'. And you are not, - I wanted to say sorry for my work. I did a lot of mistakes. And I will understand if you are going to change me for someone else. I am truly sorry. And also I want to say thank you for what you did. It was.. great. Thank you.

Lowering you head, you look at his sneakers and sigh loudly.

- Look, I understand everything. I know what you are capable of and I will not judge you now, - he does it again. Sounds so mature. Reassuring. Calming. His voice is low and manly suddenly and you feel goosebumps running wild on your skin and you finally look at him, smiling, - But if you hit me one more time..

He pokes a finger at you and you laugh, murmuring short 'sorry' again, hearing how he chuckles softly. He's not mad. At all. You are so used to bullshit out of everything that when people actually treat each other like human beings it makes you lost.

- Okay. Remember when I told you I am not going to buy you drinks? - he looks at you mischievously and you nod slowly, making that "the fuck" face, - Lies. I will.

Now it's time to make that 'so...?' face and you do exactly it.

- Do you.. drink? - is he trying to ask you.. out? Like, is it.. no, it can't be real. It's ridiculous. No. Unless?

- I.. do, - the whole conversation sounds like two very slow idiots are trying to decide on something.

- So.. Me too, - you can't help but laugh shortly looking at his expression and then come back to the 'idiots' performance.

- That's... Nice. That we two drink, - you nod, trying your best to not to laugh again and he does exactly same. Hilarious to watch.

- So shall we.. do it together? - he stumbles for a moment then rolls his eyes and then smile, waving his hand in the air, - What I wanted to say is that I want you to relax and I don't know a better way than to drink. So let's go.

You know one that's better than drinking. But let's say he won't understand if you say it out loud.

Finally you just nod, exiting the room first.

This day is a fucking roller coaster.

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these might not be in order cos I copied them to my clipboard but these were all my favourite parts ALSO I should've read this ages ago when u mentioned it but it slipped my mind and i regret everything but also it's a treat to read now so <3

Hotch's hand rested gently on the small of your back as he led you to your room, the gesture half-comforting and half-exhilarating. You were already having trouble deciphering your feelings towards your unit chief, and this wasn't helping.

if he rested his hand on the small of my back I would become someone I'm not proud of for real, he has so much. AH I love how this was written, especially the bold bit, it felt so well-crafted and REALLY set the tone for the fic (and obvi used to this because you're a great writer)

Part of you felt unprofessional for reacting so horribly to a non-fatal crash. You hadn't even broken any bones, you'd just taken a few shards of glass to the cheek and landed yourself with a sore neck. You should be grateful that you weren't dead, not biting back tears at the scrapes on your face.

I would have a little cry specifically for him to comfort me because I'm awful and don't respect myself. Poor girl though for real the episode where he purposefully crashes the car literally made me gasp and it is such a good concept for a fic to have the reader in the car with him, i love hotch being all guilty because im mean

That wasn't enough for Hotch, though. You weren't sure how he'd managed to gain superhuman hearing after nearly going deaf, but his startling recovery meant that he'd heard your weak cries and was knocking softly on the door.

the mention of his near deafening >>> one of my favourite details and I'm always thinking about it

You finally emerged in thick, flannel pajama pants, a loose tank top thrown over the top so that you wouldn't overheat. You hadn't even gotten a glimpse of the room before you were being engulfed in a tight hug, Hotch's arms winding around your back and pulling you flush to his chest. You stood frozen for a few seconds, but melted quickly into the comforting embrace, one last weak sniffle coming out as you relaxed in his arms.

this took ME by surprise too and is just perfect and really puts his feelings across like. AH goes insane .

"I, um- it helps me sleep sometimes." His voice had lost all of it's ever-present confidence, meager and weak as he led you to the bed, "It's a comforting feeling."

touch starved darling 😭 u were a little evil for that in the best way

“I beat you up,” Hotch joked tentatively, a sad smile on his face even though your laugh was genuine, “But I’m glad you aren’t upset with me.”

no because . no because. because. NO BECAUSE. hotch joking around hes so in love

A soft groan escaped your lips, and Hotch was thankful that you were facing away from him so that you didn't see his chest heave slightly at the sound, "Fuck, thanks Hotch."

HAHA okay the more this went on the further i descended into madness etc. this fic kept reminding me of how good it was, like, putting the phone down to smile. yeah I'd make noises on purpose too cos as previously stated I'm a terrible person

Normally, Spencer would have rather taken a bullet to the chest than touch a public bathroom floor. But he showed no hesitation in wrapping you up in a hug, his arms flush to your sweater that had just been under you on the tile.

BEST FRIEND SPENCER REPRESENTATION. love

“That’s beside the point,” His cheeks were dusted with the slightest pink hue, and you marveled the sight. You didn’t know he was capable of blushing.

you watch me sleep????? and he reacts like this when he realises what he's admitted??? hunts him down. This bit was stunning too, the imagery was lovely and I am just in awe tbh. I'd also marvel at him.

“I love you.”

this gagged me??? I really wasn't expecting it even though it was happening because I can't predict anything ever and I was SO happy I was like ??????? And then when he teared up at her confession, the coffees and the paperwork dear god

thank you for this treat! I fucking loved that this was called whiplash and that you focused on the emotional whiplash of his sudden change in confession, I thought that was so smart and so well done, a true master craftsmanship. Like the metaphor! And how whiplash gets worse before it gets better and I don't know when I realised what you were doing with it I was :O not surprised because we already knew you were fantastic but I just had to shake my head. I loved it! So much haha

Whiplash - Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader 

WC: 6.8K / navi / preview 

Summary: You receive minor injuries in a car crash that Hotch manufactures to get a killer off the road. Despite having saved the day, he feels guilty for hurting you, and your professional relationship quickly spirals into something more.

Contents/Warnings: one bed trope !! Insecure Hotch </3, self doubt, self deprecation, arguments, angst with a fluffy ending, Hotch says some mean shit but he’s just a dumbass, mentions of minor injuries/scrapes/cuts, bau!reader

A/N: This was originally a little blurb that I wrote for @shyhotch, a one bed trope story with hotch! but then it got ridiculously out of hand, and now it’s 7k.. I wrote this with a gn!reader in mind, but this was all written in a burst of inspiration and I had to edit out a lot of silly little typos! if you see any gendered terms, please let me know, I promise you they were not on purpose.

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

“Y/N,” You weren’t sure if it was your seldom-used first name, or the concerned glint in Hotch’s eyes that clued you into how much you’d be babied for the rest of the night, “I want you with me tonight. You shouldn’t be alone, not after that.”

That was the car crash you’d just gotten into. Manhunts were difficult to navigate, and you didn’t blame Hotch for swerving to run the man off of the road. It was you two or his potential victim, and you were glad that Hotch had done it well enough so that neither of you got seriously injured.

Just because you weren’t dead, though, doesn’t mean your neck wasn’t hurting like a bitch. He’d given you a solid two seconds of warning, shouting a gruff, ’Hold on!’ before jerking the wheel to the side and throwing his arm across your chest. You’d found purchase on the door, gripping it hard enough that your head hadn’t hit the dash. But your neck had bent at an awkward angle, and it ached every time you moved it into a specific position.

You nodded, bidding a sleepy goodnight to the rest of the team as they divided the remaining three rooms to themselves. Small towns were difficult to pack into at a moment’s notice, but you were just relieved there didn’t need to be more than two to a room.

Hotch’s hand rested gently on the small of your back as he led you to your room, the gesture half-comforting and half-exhilarating. You were already having trouble deciphering your feelings towards your unit chief, and this wasn’t helping.

You were especially conflicted when Hotch swung the door open, revealing a lackluster, cramped bedroom with one single bed. It was a queen, definitely big enough for two people, but two people that didn’t mind the occasional brush of skin-on-skin. You weren’t sure if you could handle that.

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so, I haven't seen it so idk wtf is going on with the minor sexualization thing

river please keep in mind I am not at all mad or upset at u.

but

like

i need to add another perspective to this.....

periods in Asian culture is SOOOOOOOOOO fucking taboo. it sucks ass. but like. thats pretty normal response for an Asian mother, to flip out. my mom was the same way. I mean, it sucked tho. don't get me wrong. Still sounds like what my mom did. she got out the holy water bc my bloodstained pants was passed over her clothing. I'm not even joking. she dead ass got mad and then got the holy water out bc my 7th grade ass had a leak on my pants. funny in hindsight tho lol.

I haven't seen the movie... but sometimes I think that discussing things in Asian culture, especially when made for a mainly white audience to "be educated about" ends up with a whole bunch of discourse about parenting, when said discourse really doesn't need other peoples (very white) perspective (not a jab at you river, ily, I'm talking about what happened with encanto and Shang chi) also? I'm so tired of "well the Asian parent that is abusive is also accurate lol" like, it is to me sadly, but not to so many aisans that genuinely just had stricter parents. we aren't bullied into becoming genius robots by our parents. Most of them are great parents and legitimately care, and it's not abusive bc it's non white and strict. that really set me back in realizing I was abused bc people were making jokes about Asian parents. I'd also like to NOT normalized it bc "it's Asian culture" maybe let's like... try not to make that a funny uwu kawaii thing to add to the ever growing pile of the general fetish people now have for Asian things? like, I go to the grocery store in China town and there are people being weird and acting like "omg fish sauce is real?? I thought it was an anime thing!" my culture isn't people's entertainment, and I honestly want the Asian rep left to only the Asians, not the gods be damed mouse.bc the current rep is meh, but still based on harmful (however true, still bad) stereotypes.

it's like we can't talk about our issues within our community bc weebs have to keep putting their input and honesty, it feels like Chinatown is now some place for white people to visit like we are some fucking tourist attraction. same thing with movies. people (not u river) just watch Shang chi, say shit like "aisan men are so hot" then ignore whatever Asian people say, either begging for help bc a white man had a 'bad day', or telling men to stop sexualizing our school girls.

I want representation, but it feels like my culture is just some entertainment for others to just shit on if they want to. we all know that once Boba, and kpop go out of style after anime, Asian eyes won't be so "hot and exotic" anymore. it feels like we are just a trend until we go back to being weird and different. bc that's how it's being treated.

again, haven't seen the movie disclaimer. I didn't get the best vibes from it tho. just thought it might make you think about whatever happened a bit differently. also, I hate that fucking mom, just from the trailer.

k look my main problem with Turning Red(besides the sexualization of minors, which i could do a whole separate rant about) is actually that it was hailed as this "normalization of periods!!!! women's bodies that function!! positivity!!!" when in reality it was treated with a level of disgust, cringe, and horror that only 8th grade boys have about periods and period products

literally like from the very beginning the mom is shocked and horrified that her 13 year old daughter got her period one morning.

A adult woman. A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. Look, idk when y'all got your lady days, but my mom told me about it when I was eleven. Because that's like the earlier end of the spectrum of when it can start????

Mei is just so embarrassed about everything, and the mom is so caught off guard and keeps referring to it as an emergency?? Like ma'am idk if anyone has told you but this is actually completely normal and a thing that every single woman in the entire world for the most part goes through once a month and the way your are acting right now is going to do negative amounts of good once your daughter actually does start her lady days and need your help, your embarrassing of her right now is also going to make kids in the audience believe that their own womanly weeks are freak-out worthy, and that their parents aren't going to understand or treat them like people when their bodies start changing.

And then, ugh.

Like, I get it. It's supposed to be realistic. But dear stars the reactions of the school kids to perfectly normal feminine products? Like for the love of all the stars in the sky, that's not a good reaction, and while it might be a reaction you could get in 8th grade, it's not what adults should be thinking, and the whole way it's handled is entirely disrespectful of Mei and her wishes and her body.

Like. Ugh.

And people were all so excited.

They were jumping up and down like "OOOOHHHHHH LOOK AT THAT THEY TALKED ABOUT PERIODS!!!"

Well, they didn't talk about them right.

Wanna know how my mom reacted? I was all embarrassed and she just smiled and said, "This is a day we should celebrate cause you're growing up." And like, we didn't. Because it was Thanksgiving. And we were at my grandparents'. But you get the vibe!!! She was quiet, and gentle, and she respected me and my wishes! She knew that getting your lady days for the first time is EMBARRASSING and you're NERVOUS and you don't know HOW ITS GONNA WORK!

You've never had to do stuff before and she didn't yell at my father or tell me it was an emergency. That's just.

It's not loving, it's not kind.

And it's not the response you want little girls in the audience to be watching and thinking, "Is that how my mom is going to react to me? Is that what's gonna happen? Is she gonna show up at the school? Are all my classmates going to laugh???"

THATS NOT GOOD! Stars above!!!!

Ugh.

Look, I know not everyone had the same experience as I did with their bodies and changing, but I'd like to think we all want our space and our privacy.

I'd like to think that if your lady days were embarrassing and your parents treated it like an emergency, you'd much have preferred the kind of calm of a woman who's had her womanly week every single month for over twenty years. I think you'd have preferred someone tell you that you're doing a great job and that it's normal and not an emergency. I think you'd have preferred being treated like a human and not a mutating creature from the red lagoon.

Anyways.

Them's my thoughts.