#maybe whirlwind stayed loyal to him

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

whirlwind works for fucking overlord what the hell

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic Fics by...

- Layne Faire -

1.

Zayn hesitated just long enough to send the butterflies in Liam’s stomach into a frenzy, then nodded and turned away. He picked up his things, plucked his keys from a bowl on a side table, and opened the door. Quinn looked up at the sound and stood up quickly to follow. Liam grabbed his collar.

“Oh no you don’t, pal. You’re staying with me.”

“Thanks again, Li. I’ll call when I get in.”

“Please.”

The door closed softly behind him, followed by the sound of a car engine turning over. The crunch of tires on gravel slowly faded away, leaving Liam in silence, alone in the house of a man he wasn’t sure he knew anymore, if he’d ever truly known him at all.

2.

“Zayn, you know? He’s so far out of my league, that I figured if I lucked into that, then… well, I’d go with it and damn the consequences.”

“Wait! No! Fuck that, Liam!” Harry’s sudden outburst had Liam staring at him in shock. “Zayn is not out of your league! Who the fuck ever gave you that idea? You’re kind, caring, compassionate, and loyal to a fault.”

“Harry - you’ve just described a labrador retriever.”

3.

“Hey, Louis, it’s Harry... Styles... uhm, Zayn’s friend. And Niall’s, I s’pose. That’s why I’m calling. Niall said you might have a room to rent in your flat and that it’s available now? I need something kind of immediately, not too big, not too expensive. Niall said it could be what I’m looking for. So, uhm, if you’d, I don’t know, maybe give me a call back and let me know if it’s still available and how soon I can come by to give it a look and discuss things with you, that’d be great. I can pay the rent upfront, maybe buy some groceries. I cook, too, if that helps. I dunno. Just...  uhm… yeah, give me a call back.”

Louis played the message again, then a third time. He saved the number in his phone, with a simple H to mark the contact, then played the message one more time. Disbelief gave way to cautious elation. He texted a quick reply to Harry that he’d call once he got home, then typed out a swift message to Niall.

Bless you, ya Irish cunt. I’ll change nappies on your firstborn for a month.

4.

Zayn looked up. “I don’t think so. I might be teaching him dance, but it doesn’t negate how I feel about what he does.”

“Saving people’s lives and homes? Of course. Allah forbid he be so selfless.”

“Don’t be an arse.” Zayn settled back in his chair. “He beats people up for fun.”

“That’s a little simplistic, don’t you think?” Doni argued. “He fights in sanctioned boxing matches, under strict guidelines established by the boxing commission. He’s not street brawling after a few pints at the local. That’s hardly the same thing.”

- answers below -

1. Live a Thousand Lifetimes 

It’s 2025.

After secretly writing and producing their first album in ten years, One Direction is weeks away from releasing their first new single and announcing a world tour.

With the whirlwind about to begin again, Liam re-evaluates the last ten years - the fame, the money, the people who changed his life forever - and the person who walked away.

2. Untamed Hearts

It could have been the heat of the summer sun; it might have been the silvered sheen of an early harvest moon. If he dug deep enough, Liam could find every reason ever needed to explain away what happened. In the end, though, it all came down to two meddling friends, a touch of Prince, a bit of Keats, and the moon over the ocean. Its a recipe for disaster. Or love. Probably love.

3. Take Your Time

When Harry finds himself in the middle of a messy break-up with no place to live, Louis offers a spare room in his flat. Unbeknownst to Harry, Louis has been infatuated for years. Over the objections of their friends, who know the truth, Harry accepts. Can Louis survive Harry moving into his home…and closer to his heart? Will Harry see what's right in front of him?

4. Shadow Dancing

As a small child, Liam Payne dreamed of being a firefighter. He took up boxing to defend himself from school bullies, but never lost sight of his dream. 15 years later, Liam is set to be the youngest brigade watch commander in his district, and his recent boxing win puts him in line for the British national title - if he can learn to get out of his own way.

Zayn took his first dance lesson at 5, after watching his sister's tap class. At 18, when an injury derails Zayn's dream of dancing professionally, he sets it aside to attend university, but the lure of dancing proves too great to ignore. He becomes an instructor, and eventually, the owner of a small dance studio, where he encourages other dancers to chase their dreams.

When their worlds collide in a cacophony of misunderstandings, Zayn, confronted with his own biases, realizes there’s more to Liam than meets the eye, and offers to help him prepare for his upcoming fight.

While Liam learns to dance, Zayn learns the art of compromise, and along the way, they find each other.

And when tragedy strikes, Liam finds that Zayn’s love will help him face the shadows of his past, and give him the courage to believe in himself and his dreams for the future.

[zhangyulian]

PAINT ME RED WITH YOUR BLUE - Snippet # 2

Also inspired by listening to 2step by Ed Sheeran

Another idea hit me when I woke up this morning. I need to write it out somewhere before I forget. A little background info: Spider, the Sally’s, and the Metkayina are introduced to the same versions of themselves from a different universe, sans the other version of Jake and Spider. Things get a little complicated and uncomfortable. And a little angsty. Enjoy!

Spider didn’t know how to react anymore. The past few days have been nothing but a whirlwind of confusion, mixed emotions, and very complicated feelings towards a particular person. Or alien. Would one consider a different version of someone you knew from a different dimension an alien? Every time they made eye contact, his heart leaped into this throat. Those golden eyes—alive, not dead, but was dead, different, yet the same, but not really. They bored their way into his soul and through it, ripping him apart, exposing him until there was nothing left. He could tell this new Neteyam was clearly older and more experienced, but he still carried the same mannerisms and expressions as his deceased counterpart. And kept a respectable distance, which Spider was grateful for. But then, there was that look he gives Spider every time they found each other’s gaze. Spider saw the sadness, the guilt, a dark possessiveness, but there was something else. Something that every time it happens, Spider can’t breathe.

The human boy was very aware of why him and Neteyam had drifted apart. He understood and even encouraged it, agreeing, knowing this would be for the best. Spider had snuck out to see the Na’vi boy intent on persuading the other, cementing a promise between both of them. Neteyam refused to listen to him at first, venting his anger that it was unfair Spider couldn’t be part of the Omaticaya, that he couldn’t be part of his family or anything close to him. He confessed to loving the human boy and couldn’t imagine a future without him, despite what everyone else thought or said. Everything was all wrong and that it shouldn’t be this way. Spider moved to comfort Neteyam, rocking them back and forth while the Na’vi boy cried in his arms, holding onto him like a lifeline. They both knew a child Spider’s age shouldn’t have to say “I understand”, that a child Spider’s age shouldn’t have to lecture his ten-year-old friend about his responsibilities bestowed upon him as the next Olo’eyktan and the dangers of being too close to someone like him. That he should focus on something better.

That hadn’t gone over well and resulted in a very heated argument that almost became physical, Spider was surprised the other animals hadn’t come and attacked them. In an attempt to make some type of peace, Spider joked through his own self deprecating smile and own set of tears that maybe in another world, in another life, they could have been more. They had to keep their distance. To protect everyone they loved and everyone else’s hearts and future, at the sacrifice of their own. Neteyam didn’t say anything else, eyes looking up towards the sky, as if he was begging them for help.

Neteyam walked away from Spider that night, accepting his fate. But not before they embraced one more time. Spider made sure to remember those beautiful golden eyes that couldn’t belong to him, burning them into his brain. It was the same look Neteyam gave him when he lay dying on that rock—the sadness, the guilt, a dark possessiveness and something new—regret.

When Neteyam glanced at Spider on his dying breath, the human wanted so badly to comfort him, to embrace him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Yet he couldn’t. As he laid there dying, Neteyam was still honoring their promise because his family was there. And Spider knew it. It broke Spider’s heart that Neteyam stayed loyal to him in the very end, but it shattered Spider’s soul that as he did the same for Neteyam, he would never be able to tell him one last time that “I love you.”

Spider had suppressed both memories so deep in his heart, he wanted to forget.

His Neteyam, his brother and friend, the keeper of his heart and soul, died because of him. Nothing would absolve him of that guilt. And probably never will. They gave his body back to Eywa mere days ago only for another version of him to suddenly appear. Alive. And even worse? He had learned from the new Lo’ak that not only had his version of Spider and Neteyam been close, but they were lovers and promised mates.

Was this some cruel joke from the universe, or perhaps Eywa’s way of punishing him? To remind him of his sins against someone so perfect, he didn’t deserve him?

Spider didn’t know anymore. It was too much for him to attempt to process on certain days and on others, he would think about taking off his mask under water or finishing what Neytiri had started and plunge a knife into his chest, ending it all. But when he was functional, he’ll continue to avoid this new Neteyam like the plague because he promised his own that he would stay away from everyone they loved to keep them and their hearts and futures safe, at the sacrifice of their own. This promise was the only thing he had left of his Neteyam, and he would honor it until Eywa took him from this world.

[pikawhooo]

Jealous

Pairing: Aleksander x Alina

“Go wherever you want Alinochka. See whatever it is you need to see. I will take care of whatever you need. But know this. No matter where you go, no matter how far away you run, it doesn’t change anything. You are mine. If anyone else touches you, I will kill them, do you understand me?”

She nodded. Knew that already. Her lover was a jealous, passionate man. Dangerous. Addictive. Sinfully attractive.

Attentive. Loving. Loyal.

“Say it, Alina.” His voice was dark, eyes filled with barely restrained anger and pain. He didn’t want her to leave, that much was clear. But he would always give her what she wanted.

“I understand Sasha.” She whispered. She wasn’t naïve. She knew he wouldn’t simply let her leave, no strings attached. He’d send someone to keep an eye on her. Out of sight, but always there. She would accept that, had become used to it during their whirlwind romance.

She just needed to breathe. He was so intense. Controlling. All consuming.

She’d never loved anyone the way she loved Aleksander.

And he loved her too. Fiercely. Obsessively.

It terrified her. No one had ever really loved her before. Not like this.

It was the kind of love found in storybooks and movies. The kind of love that was so… easy. So natural. Almost as necessary as breathing.

His eyes softened as he covered the small distance between them, his hand raising to caress her cheek. The other wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her against him. She went willingly, her resolve weakening by the moment. It would be so very easy to stay.

“Don’t take too long, Moya Lyubov. I will let you go, for now, if that is what you want. But this is where you belong. With me. I will bring you back here kicking and screaming if I have to.” His voice was soft and tender, the threat laced in somehow only making it sound sweeter.

She shivered, knowing he would do exactly that.

Wondered if it wouldn’t be better, more exciting, that way.

The thought of him chasing her, catching her, keeping her.

Maybe she would overextend her trip.

She bit her lip, nodding again, not trusting her voice. Her mind spiraled further into sinful fantasies as his eyes darkened, his grip on her waist tightening. His hand on her cheek slid to grip the back of her neck.

“Is that what you want Milaya? You need me to drag you back home and remind you of your place?”

A sinful smirk flit across his face as a needy whimper escaped her lips.

“Leave in the morning Alinochka. Why don’t you let me remind you what you’ll be missing?”

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Better than Expected

Chapter 13

Eventually, Varang filled with fury and seriousness. The fury, the weight of grief and sadness for the loss were hidden in the depths of his being. Seriousness was etched on her face, she stood up with the posture of a true warrior.

Still, Miles knew on more than one level what was behind his feat. The pain of loss and the will to face it all head on, do your duty as a loyal soldier. He knew he shouldn't interfere with her decision. He just stepped out of her way and let her survey her people.

Now alone, Miles was still grieving, thinking he'd lost his chance to do what was right by the past he had, by the blood on his hands.

Staying there only reminded him of the last moment of the child's loss, so willing to seek answers, he took a silent walk to the Tree of Souls. He connected with the branches, now more prepared to receive the voices and messages in his mind.

The same images as before appeared in his mind, but now focused on sadness, the way Spider had abandoned him in the middle of nowhere, his bloodied wife crying in his arms.

-I know why you're doing this… - he muttered, hoping that Eywa would hear him, considering himself a bit foolish - I destroyed your creation, I destroyed your children… but Varang is your daughter, she has suffered enough and now she's fighting for survival, so let her have what she wants, she deserves to have a child, unfortunately she chose me as her husband so you'll have to settle for me as a father, Great Mother, give Varang another child, not for me, but for her.

A clear and strong image passed through his mind, Varang calm and smiling, teasing him casually, as she always did, as she should always be. He, in turn, was willing to follow her, accompany her on a long walk, to hear her talk about her day, to hear her talk about how nice and perfect their life was, however, a third presence filled the vision, now the change in Varang's body was clearer, a bulging belly of pregnancy, almost in the final stages by the looks of it, another child, completely healthy, growing, developing, about to come into the world.

In the blink of an eye, Miles felt a weight in his hands, a Na'vi child, crying loud and hard, arms and legs shaking in protest, not wanting to participate in his own presentation any longer. When Miles cradled the child in his arms again, everything was gone in an instant whirlwind, as quick as the blink of an eye. He understood well what had happened, his request about his wife would be granted soon.

The impact of the vision had been so strong that he lost consciousness, falling to the floor, unconscious, with his neural connection still tied to the Tree of Souls. He could be frightening, but being there made Miles sleep peacefully, as if his pains were gently and kindly removed, like wounds in his body being cleansed by Eywa's caring hands.

When Varang later returned home and did not find her husband, the worries that had already been circling her mind grew even greater. She stopped to think for a moment where he could be. Even if she didn't meet him halfway there, walking a little way could be a source of relief.

She didn't find him in the boiling springs, much less in the small cave where some of the bioluminescent vegetation lurked. Her intuition led her to go to the Tree of Souls. Like the rest of her people, her anger at Eywa had only grown. The goddess had abandoned them, to the point where they had to take refuge in a hostile place, and now she had taken her beloved chidl without explanation, the last thing Varang wanted was to have to talk to the Great Mother, but maybe that was what she needed to do at the time.

She let her feet take her there, and then, the image of her husband motionless and asleep touched and worried her. Before she called out his name, Varang noticed the neural connection still made and so, she gently undid the connection.

The effect of her act made him wake up slowly, opening his eyes to the image of Varang slowly taking shape, clearly worried about him.

-What happened? What were you doing here? – she asked, while he slowly sat up, with his wife helping him a little in the process.

-I… – he lowered his head, still feeling a little sleepy – I came looking for answers… And you found them? Eywa hasn't spoken to me lately – she declared, very emotional and hurt.

-I have no more doubts about her existence, she answered me in the clearest possible way – he said in a sensitive, almost ethereal way, fruit of the experience he had just had – I asked her to give you a child, not for me, I still don't think I'm worthy of being a father, but you didn't deserve this suffering, you've already suffered too much, my love…

-I questioned myself too, Miles … – she sighed – I killed other Na'Vi, I fought wars against them, in search of territory, maybe that's why I also lost our child.

-It doesn't lead anywhere to blame us, what we have now is a future, we're still together, and that won't change – he held her hand firmly, sure of his words.

-Thank you for everything – Varang looked at him in the most tender way possible, full of love and affection.

Without hesitation, she kissed him and leaned on his shoulders, Miles enveloped her in a tight hug, not wanting her to move away. He was happy and relieved to have his wife back. She showed her gratitude to him as she deepened the kiss and stroked his hair.

They were taking the first steps on a new path, seizing a new chance that was before them.

[spartanexperience]

AHHHH SEPH MY BELOVED I FEEL SO MUCH FOR HER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Being trapped in the role of being the "good girl" and enjoying her role as a spring goddess, but in reality she never got to decide herself what she wants to be!! Getting some major Isabela Madrigal vibes and I looove it!! I can sooo also understand her in not wanting to treat her friends like therapists HHNG and yet still feeling lonely, as the little kind and helpful wallflower

Plus the fact that Seph first disliked Hades, thinking he was just a power hungry crook, and then she learns that in reality he was actually just someone living HER worst nightmare, having become isolated from others and hated, just because he dared to be himself unapologetically. AUGH Olympus why does your system gotta be flawed like this, your gods are getting anxiety :''')

And yet, even HE is able to find eventually happiness with her who understands why he set the titans free, feels comfy enough in his presence to be herself, and AUUUGHHH gosh these two are just couple goals!! <333

WAAAA SPRING DEITY BUDDIES <3333 having a friend like Seph would seriously be so therapeutic for Zephy who thinks he is all alone with their problems and that he's just being ungrateful. PLUS both being soft feminine persons, maybe they could trade hairdoing and fashion tips!!😂😂😂

Back when he was a child, Eos would often tell Zephyrus that "You're always such a happy ray of sunshine, your smile makes us all feel better <33". While that was a kind thing to say, it also gave Zephy tons of pressure, and made him think that he has to be the one in the family who is always kind, gentle and cheerful. He became afraid of expressing anger, sadness or any negative feelings, especially when tragedies happened twice to mama Eos - Astraeus disappearing to the Khaos to protect the cosmos, and Tithonus turning into a bug. (The Astraeus death incident was actually lowkey inspired by Abuelo Pedro's death in Encanto and how it affected the Madrigal family, so yay we're both the Encanto inspiration team! XD)

And out of his siblings, Eurus had become a mess of anxiety trying to keep his whirlwind powers in control, and Boreas dealt with his grief by becoming the cold, arrogant and cruel north wind, avoiding to get attached to anyone. Notus was a cheerful troublemaker, but focused more on being funny and making people laugh. So Zephy felt like SOMEONE had to be the comforting gentle one in the family - and therefore, he always blamed himself if he could not stay kind and helpful. Because his family did not need any more worries, and he does not want to stress out his sweet mother or his siblings.

He'd absolutely cherish Seph for still liking him even if he's done terrible mistakes in his anger, like the Hyacinthus incident (or straight up attacking Boreas and accidentally destroying half of Thebes in the process, from their wind vs wind battle LMAO), so he'd absolutely start trying to control his emotions because cherishes her as a friend so much, and doesn't wanna ruin this friendship. Her patience would SO melt his heart and make him cry much needed happy tears AAAAAA <3333 In turn he'd be a really loyal caring friend and always be blowing warm breezes to keep her plants alive, even the new original ones that she creates after meeting Hades!

I hope you don’t mind, but I made this little meme when I learned about Zephyrus’ personality lmao I was like “wow he’d get along so well with Seph!” 😂

OMG you're SO right for this 😂😂😂🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏They would totally be able to relate!!

Maybe they haven't had the chance to chat properly before because they're both shy, and Seph is focused on bringing flowers and plants to life on the ground, and Zephy (wait they even have similar nicknames 😂😂😂😂😂) is usually high in the clouds blowing away the cold air.

But I can absolutely imagine them finding lots of common ground and becoming buddies!! Zephyrus would have finally someone to vent about his frustrations and would be surprised that Seph actually gets him, knows exactly how he feels, and doesn’t think he is being selfish. And he'd be able to relate to Seph's own insecurities and anxiety 🥹❤️❤️ Since I recall from your fanfic, that Seph feels like she has to be the perfect spring child, and feels restrained in her place.

Zeph is a pretty emotionally unstable tho (he killed Hyacinthus out of a jealous impulse when his bad emotions exploded, though he does feel horribly guilty about it) so he just MIGHT be that very insecure friend who thinks Seph is no longer besties with him if she goes and talks to someone else 🥲 (Where is the god of therapy when we need one?)

[hamlindigo-blue444]

Jimmy McGill as a romantic partner is this whirlwind of contradictions: he’s both fiercely loyal yet unreliable, deeply affectionate yet emotionally guarded. He brings a wild mixture of charm, love, and frustration to any relationship, but in the end, it’s always clear that when Jimmy loves, *he loves hard*. His personality is layered with that impulsiveness and overconfidence that often gets him into trouble, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he has a genuine vulnerability that he keeps carefully hidden away, reserved only for the person he truly cares about.

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Jimmy McGill – Romance Headcanons:

1. Grand Gestures, Always

Jimmy is a sucker for grand, sweeping gestures of affection. He’s the kind of guy who shows up at your office with a ridiculous bouquet of flowers, or takes you on an impromptu road trip because you mentioned offhand that you’ve never seen the Grand Canyon. For Jimmy, love is big, loud, and sometimes a little too much—but that’s exactly how he shows he cares. He believes that if you’re going to do something, you should *go all out*, and that applies to relationships too.

If you’re having a bad day, Jimmy’s the one who’s going to sweep you off your feet, whisking you away to a fancy dinner or turning your living room into a makeshift cinema with popcorn and your favorite movie. He’s all about creating moments that feel larger than life, even when the reality might be a little messier.

2. Sweet Talker to the Core

Jimmy has a *silver tongue*—that much is obvious. He knows how to make someone feel special with his words, and he’s a total smooth-talker when it comes to romantic relationships. He’s the type to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when you least expect it, or to leave little notes tucked away in places you’d find later, filled with cheesy one-liners or affectionate quips. He’s not shy about saying “I love you,” or letting you know exactly how much he adores you.

But sometimes, his smooth-talking gets him in trouble. He might promise more than he can deliver, or say something in the heat of the moment that doesn’t always pan out the way he intended. Still, even when he slips up, it’s hard to stay mad at Jimmy for long—he’s *just that charming*.

3. Emotionally Complicated

For all his charm and affection, Jimmy is also *deeply emotionally complicated*. He has a hard time truly opening up about the things that bother him, the things that weigh on his mind, especially when it comes to his feelings of inadequacy or the shadow cast by Chuck. Jimmy might mask his deeper insecurities behind humor or bravado, and sometimes, it feels like you’re only seeing the surface of who he is.

As a romantic partner, it takes time for him to let his guard down completely. There are moments when you’ll see flashes of vulnerability—maybe late at night, when he’s feeling especially reflective—but getting to that core of who Jimmy is requires a lot of patience. He wants to be loved for all of his messiness, but he’s also afraid of being rejected for it.

4. Fiercely Protective

Jimmy may be flawed, but when he loves someone, he becomes *fiercely protective*. If he senses that someone’s trying to hurt you or undermine you, his instincts kick in hard. He’s the guy who’s going to step in between you and any trouble, ready to defend you with every bit of wit and quick-thinking he has. Jimmy would go to *great lengths* to protect someone he loves, even if it means bending (or breaking) a few rules.

He’s also the type who takes it personally when someone hurts you emotionally. If you’re upset, Jimmy will jump to fix things, often taking on more responsibility than he should because he feels this intense need to be your hero. He wants to be the one who makes it all better, even when it’s not necessarily in his control.

5. Always Trying to Impress

Jimmy constantly feels the need to *prove himself*, especially in relationships. He’s always looking for ways to show you that he’s good enough, that he’s worth your love. This can manifest in both endearing and frustrating ways. Sometimes, it’s adorable—he’ll try to cook you a fancy dinner even though he’s never quite nailed the whole “gourmet” thing, or he’ll go overboard planning an elaborate date night just to see you smile.

But other times, this need to impress can lead to Jimmy taking shortcuts or doing something risky to give you more than what he thinks he’s capable of delivering. His heart is always in the right place, but his methods can be questionable at times.

6. Secretly Insecure

Despite all his confidence, Jimmy harbors deep-seated insecurities, especially in relationships. He’s constantly afraid of not being *enough*—not smart enough, not successful enough, not *Chuck enough*. This can lead to moments where he overcompensates, trying to be *too much* or pushing himself beyond his limits just to prove his worth.

When you’re dating Jimmy, you’ll likely notice these moments—when he gets quiet, when his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It takes time for him to admit that he feels like he’s not good enough for you, but when he does, it’s a moment of vulnerability that shows just how deeply he cares.

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Jimmy as a Boyfriend vs. Jimmy as Jimmy:

1. Boyfriend Jimmy:

As a boyfriend, Jimmy is *affectionate*, *attentive*, and *always trying to make you laugh*. He’s constantly planning surprises, leaving little notes, and doing everything he can to keep things exciting and fresh. He’s also incredibly supportive—when he’s in a relationship, he’s your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up and making sure you know how much he believes in you.

However, boyfriend Jimmy also struggles with feeling like he’s never doing enough. He’ll push himself to go above and beyond, sometimes to the point where he’s running himself ragged trying to make you happy. He wants to be the best partner he can be, but he also fears that he’s destined to screw it up somehow, so he’s always on edge.

Pros of Boyfriend Jimmy:

- Grand romantic gestures.

- Constant attention and affection.

- Endless charm and humor.

- Fierce loyalty and protectiveness.

- Genuinely cares about your happiness.

Cons of Boyfriend Jimmy:

- Can be emotionally unavailable at times.

- Overcompensates out of insecurity.

- Sometimes makes promises he can’t keep.

- Takes risks to impress that don’t always pan out.

- Struggles to fully open up about his deeper issues.

2. Just Jimmy:

When Jimmy’s not in the context of a relationship, he’s *much more laid-back* (and a little more reckless). He’s still charming, still quick with a joke, but there’s less pressure on him to be “the best” version of himself. He’s more likely to take risks and cut corners, less concerned with how he’s perceived by others.

Without the added pressure of maintaining a relationship, Jimmy’s insecurities are a little more hidden. He’s focused on getting by, hustling, and doing whatever he can to keep himself afloat. But underneath it all, there’s still that deep need for connection—he just doesn’t show it as often when he’s not tied to someone romantically.

Pros of Just Jimmy:

- Laid-back and fun-loving.

- Always up for an adventure or new idea.

- Doesn’t feel the need to prove himself as much.

- A little more carefree and spontaneous.

Cons of Just Jimmy:

- More reckless and impulsive.

- Can come across as selfish or self-centered.

- Less grounded in reality.

- Avoids emotional issues rather than dealing with them.

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Jimmy McGill as a romantic partner is *intense*—he loves deeply and wants to give everything to the person he’s with, but he’s also fighting his own demons the whole time. He craves affection and validation, and he’s willing to go to great lengths to make his partner feel special, but his insecurities and emotional baggage can make things complicated. At his core, Jimmy is someone who just wants to be loved for who he is, flaws and all—and when he finds that, he’s *all in*.

[doks-aux]

I'm picturing both Ed and Stede being like 🧐😠😤😡 at Izzy and Sam, Ed because he doesn't like that Izzy's attention and adoration is on someone else (and maybe he has an old grudge with Sam) and Stede because he feels like Sam is stealing his whole Gentleman Pirate thing (even though people keep pointing out to him that Sam was doing it first, which does NOT go over well, they're completely different in that Stede is doing it RIGHT), and if Izzy's into that why wasn't he into Stede?!? Ed agrees, it's VERY rude that Izzy wasn't into Stede and he has half a mind to tell him so but Lucius is like oh my god STOP.

So Ed and Stede spend all their time creeping around eavesdropping and spying and bitching to each other (like Stede spying on Jack and Ed) and discussing What Must Be Done About This and planning a fuckery to Get Izzy Back and they don't even notice that Izzy and Sam just, like, went off to get (re)married.

I would pay to be able to read a fic like this, I really would. I've only run into a couple of fics where Izzy moves onto a new love interest and Ed actually has to deal with that rather than somehow winning him back. (Granted, this is probably because outside the SteddyHands circle of ships, I only read Izzy/OC and Izzy/Other Historical or Famous Fictional Pirate. Maybe it happens a lot in Izzy/Actual Character in the Show fics.) The concept of a fic where it seems like a textbook SteddyHands set-up, only for Izzy to choose the third option and especially for it to be Sam is fucking delectable. And infinite bonus points for Lucius at his wit's end because if Ed and Stede had arrived at whatever-this-is MONTHS AGO maybe things would have gone a lot smoother. But as it is he's team Izzy/Not This Bullshit now and playing look-out while they take a dinghy to elope or whatever. And Ed and Stede being so caught up in their own drama together even when it's nominally focused on someone else that they don't actually notice what's happening with that someone is perfectly on-brand.

God, there are so many good possibilities for how Stede and Sam might interact. I feel like Sam's a nice guy who'd be all "Same hat!" at Stede, especially post-character development Stede who's given up all his inherited wealth and is gaining his new riches in the proper pirate-y and looking good doing it. Which just makes it funnier if Stede gets all snitty about it. God forbid anyone stresses that Sam is called the Prince of Pirates, therefore outranking the Gentleman Pirate at least by technical definition. And there's historical precedent for an Ed-Sam grudge with irl Sam mutinying against Hornigold and being voted captain while Ed stayed loyal to the old man. And I wouldn't want Sam to be the wholly innocent party here either. Like, I can see him sincerely trying to get along and be a gentleman at first, but when he's getting passive aggression and Kraken death glares for his troubles, he decides it's no fun to be the bigger man. He should get to be a bitch, too. It's also funnier if Izzy is the most mature person in all of this after Lucius.

What's funny is that in my personal AU, Sam and Stede got started on the whole romance novel cover pirate thing about the same time. Sam's been sailing and ship-hopping and treasure-hunting his whole life, but there was a huge gap in his piracy career between Hornigold's cabin boy and the Robin Hood of the seas. This is so I can have him be as historically inaccurately middle-aged as the others while keeping his whirlwind success when he does seriously try his hand at piracy while still having it be plausible that his old friends don't even know he's still alive. He and Stede get along well enough that Stede's all giddy about Izzy being smitten with him. Ed is... getting better at the whole "Izzy is allowed to have other friends" thing, but this is a potential boyfriend and it's Sam who Ed's been butting heads with since puberty, so he doesn't take it as gracefully as Stede when it's pointed out to him. And Sam is trying to play nice with Ed because he's got a lot to answer for for letting everyone think he was dead, but like. He is eventually going to ask why Izzy is missing a toe and eventually someone is going to give him the honest answer.

I want everyone to have a nice happy ending, but I want them to yell and cry a whole lot on the way there.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of. 

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies.  This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri.  You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

---

It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."  

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee.  "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

---

After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

---

There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”  

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

[eirwenxmp]

It wasn’t that Tsukuyomi took sadness with him wherever he went, and inflicted that upon the night skies through the mirroring of his emotions by his loyal companion. Long periods of suppression of this precious part of him that may never come back exploded in this bakery, one taken over by a new owner, taken over and removed brutally the memories that belonged only to him. He didn’t blame the young lady before her, though. If anything, he was drawn still to this establishment that no longer had traces of what it used to be, save the blueberry pies. They smelled the same, he could swear, and he almost wondered if they were enchanted; perhaps his intuition was still as sharp as ever, as the pastries here most certainly were. He remained oblivious to this. His mind was occupied more by something else. “I… I’ll have just a mini.” He concluded after a long silence. Just a tiny reminder was enough. This may not even be a good idea, but he couldn’t control himself, and he dared inwardly admit that it may not be because of Psyche, but… “That’ll be all.” He had to put down a foot on that. He’d never been so glad to be in daytime, for he wouldn’t have to face the face responsible for bringing this whirlwind to him.

The moment she stepped close enough to feel the aura emitting from the god, Eirwen felt something tugging at her heartstrings. Unexpectedly, inexplicably, she wanted their conversation to last, so that she could stay this close to him for just a little bit longer. 

That seemingly normal wish was shocking to Eirwen, a proud, reclusive, emotionally detached soul. Even with Giselle, it took a long while for her to truly let the other demigoddess in, to have a sneak peek of the girl (or should she say the witch?) behind the impeccable facade. Yet, all the god had done was step into the bakery and ask for a blueberry pie, and she had already felt the sadness of watching him walk out of the door. 

What the hades is happening? 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, it seems like the mini blueberry pies still need just a little while to get ready. I hope you don’t mind, just about five minutes is all.” She lied, because all the sizes of blueberry pies had been put in the display cabinets, and despite being steaming hot, they were ready to be taken out. 

“Can I invite you to take a seat while you’re waiting? There’s a chair just three steps behind you.” She told the truth this time, keeping herself from over-assisting the god to sit down unless she was explicitly asked, yet her eyes kept following his movements, just in case. 

Eirwen could swear to her divine mother that she did not have any ulterior motives, except for buying herself some time and a pretext to get to know the god. At least, she had to know his name, so that maybe, she could find out the reason behind this sudden emotional attraction she got toward him.  

“Have you been here for long, sir? I believe this is the first time I welcome you here,” she restarted the conversation, taking a seat at a proper distance from the god, even though she could not help leaning just very slightly toward him. If there was a mirror around, Eirwen would be embarrassed by how round and sparkling her eyes had got. Right now, the expression on her face uncannily resembled a curious puppy, eager to learn about her very first human, or in this case, god friend. She tried not to let too much excitement shown in her voice tone, but it was there for the world to hear. 

“I’m Eirwen, I’m the new owner of this bakery. Could I know your name, sir?”

old place, new face

[animeyanderelover]

Hello there! Hope you're doing well on your holiday! This is my first time requesting oof. Could I request how Sebastian, Ash, Prince Soma and Hannah react to their darling outright asking them why they are genuinely interested in them. Darling is confused and believes they're not that interesting to even bring the attention of people like them. They're pretty closed off from others and was at first weary of the intentions they had and just finally just asked to get a firm answer. Thank you! Love your writing!

I enjoyed my holidays whilst they lasted, sadly they’re over now and I have to wait about 3 months until summer break😣.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, kidnapping, manipulation, sabotage, isolation, emotional guilt-tripping, self-harm

Why do you like me?

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛He pretty much openly courts you by now, after his time observing you for a bit, finding out what his darling likes and what’s not, how he can get closer to his darling without any problems. Sebastian has every intention to pamper you if you don’t throw a tantrum in which case he has to be more strict on you. And the fact that you are closed off from others is such a delightful thing to witness. It makes the whole situation a lot more easier, he doesn’t have to worry too much about you being interested in someone else or dedicating your time to someone else. I personally believe every demon in Black Butler is isolating due to their posssessiveness.

🐈‍⬛He was prepared for this question of yours, he sensed your suspicions since quite some time and why wouldn’t you? Sebastian is a mysterious man for everyone. On the one hand he is charming and handsome and can do anything, on the other hand there is this mischievous and evil vibe around him that tells you to stay away. It is also a bit unnerving how he seems to know everything about you, from your favorite flowers down to your favorite color.

🐈‍⬛Sebastian is known for keeping his calm and his charm and since he expected you to ask him this sooner or later, he already had much time to prepare an answer, even though he would have been great in answering you that question even if he wouldn’t have known about this. He would give you a charming smile and be very smug about this question of yours, somewhat teasing you by asking if it shouldn’t be obvious by now. He’s trying to court you, kitten. He would find enjoyment if you would look baffled whilst also being fluttered by this answer of his, which might just earn you more playful teasing mixed with fluttering comments why he likes you.

Hannah Annafellows

🟣Similar to Sebastian, she would start expressing her interest openly to you after a while, even though she would even before that try to be a close friends with you. From all the demons in this Anime, I would say Hannah is one of the worse types to have, it’s either her or the triplets Timber, Thompson and Canterbury. She uses isolation and letting people disappear from your life as a way to draw you closer to her and trust her more. So whilst she will be definitely pleasant upon discovering that her darling is a loner, she will also have to think of another ways to make them trust her more since making important people for them disappear isn’t too possible except family which Hannah doesn’t want to kill as long as they don’t do something to annoy her. She has after all only a true place for her darling in her heart.

🟣She just senses how much you are weary of her, especially in the beginning. You have surely your reasons, after all she is from the Trancy manor and there are certain rumors about this place. Next to that she is a demon and whilst being talented in anything can amaze people, it can also scare them. And here as well the fact that she knows so much, too much about you is unnerving as well. Trying to distance yourself wouldn’t really work though, it’s as good as impossible to escape a demon and given your mistrust, Hannah will also start intensifying her strategies to make you cling onto her more.

🟣Different from Sebastian she relies a lot on guilt-tripping to persuade her darling into many things. So there is a chance she will pretend to be a bit hurt by this question, asking how you couldn’t notice. She uses this question as a chance for being so distrusting of her. She will act all saddened and upset, maybe even she’s the one or another tear. This will make you feel most likely bad for her. Secondary to that she will also tell you in a mellow and sincere voice what she likes about you, using it as a way that will hopefully make you fall for her.

Prince Soma

🍛Try to explain to him that you don’t feel the way he does and you’ll quickly discover that his lovesick brain will twist everything you say into what he wants to hear. Soma is together with Finny heavily delusional to the point where about nothing can convince him that you don’t feel the same. For that it is not even courting what he does, it is already acting like you and him are already a couple and will marry later on (which will happen in his mind anyways). Whilst Soma is someone who gets easily jealous, he also doesn’t want you to be alone. He means, you aren’t. You have him. But at the very least Ciel and Agni will become people you will often interact with.

🍛Privacy is gone the moment he fell for you and his interest is painfully visible for everyone. He starts spoiling you, giving you a lot of affection and is everywhere you are all over you. It’s highly uncomfortable given the fact that you don’t even like him and it’s only thanks to Agni that he doesn’t completely monopolies your time and makes you move in with him. But Agni is also loyal to his prince and for that will at least try to talk you into giving Soma a chance. That boy is too oblivious to realize that you are hesitant around him, he’ll just brush it off as shyness.

🍛He is confused, to say the very least. He thought you were just as much in love with him as he is with you. Why would you even ask him this? And try to guess what he will interpret it as, with that sense mind of his. Your prince will start thinking that he didn’t show you enough affection, that he didn’t make his love clear enough yet. It causes him to give you a more childish reaction, suddenly suffocating you in a really tight hug and whining. He’s upset with himself, thinking it’s his fault for making you think that way. Oh well, then he’ll have to show you even more.

Ash Landers

▫️I’m so sorry to say this, but Ash needs not a lot of time to kidnap you, the longest would be a week in which he would act at first more as a secret guardian for you. I mentioned it a lot of times before, but Ash is a lot more hesitant with giving you affection, even though he would honestly die to be able to. You’re perfection in his eyes and he does not think that he deserves you or to be honored enough to touch you. You’re gonna be isolated anyways the moment he takes you, but he would definitely kidnap you even faster when noticing how you seem to avoid people. You’re literally begging him to take you away from the filth. And who is he to neglect you that wish? He will take you and afterwards treat you like a royalty.

▫️Keep with this man always one thing in mind, he wavers very easily, too easily when it comes to you. It’s understandable that you would throw tantrums, but for the love of god, please calm down. He would never show you, but behind the scenes, Ash punishes himself heavily whenever you seem upset with him. He has an obsessive fixation on keeping you happy and safe and by acting that way, showing him how unhappy you are plus the incredibly distant acting due to not trusting him (who wouldn’t when being kidnapped?), you’ll throw him into a whirlwind of dreadful fear and shame and a good piece of paranoia.

▫️He will react emotionally and affected. Ash’s goal is it to show you how special and pure you are, to make it clear to you that you deserve more than the best. He feels like he did pretty much everything wrong if you ask him still what he sees in you, though I’m sure he held already very long speeches about why he had to take you. But it’s still understandable why you would ask. You probably thought that there were far more pure people than you in this town. It’s not the worst reaction you got to see from him though, there were far more unnerving ones. He will very likely burst out in tears since someone like you shouldn’t ask this. Will beg for forgiveness to not be more clear about it and afterwards he will start rambling in a maniac way about why you’re perfect.

[kilannad]

Betrayal/Broken Nose

Beau tries very hard not to punch Essek.

This is rather difficult on the best of days and today, with the sky overcast in this shit town that reeks of blood and piss, her skin crawling because Molly had died and she hadn’t done anything to stop it, is not the best of days.

Essek is wearing his usual disguise, which is essentially just him with gold skin and blue eyes instead of his usual purple and violet and has, since the argument yesterday about his goals, been perfectly accommodating. He stayed quiet during the argument (read: screaming match) about rooms, stayed silent during this morning’s debate (read: only slightly quieter screaming match) about teams and has, since they began searching around, stayed silent except to ask a few smooth questions in between Beau’s own gruff demands of the townspeople. He goes a step ahead where she can keep a close eye on him, doesn’t reach for his component bag, and listens to every order she gives him.

She hates it. She wants to start screaming again, to get him to yell back, something. Push his buttons until his calm, collected demeanor snaps like a rubber band.

She wants to punch him.

They’ve just finished threatening their way into information when they stop in an alley for a break, watching the mass of unwashed bodies push themselves around.

Essek stays perfectly quiet.

She loses her patience, turns on her heel, and pops him straight in the nose. There’s a satisfying crunch under her fist that gives the briefest peace to her mind before the whirlwind slams back in.

Essek stumbles back, coughing, snorting out a lump of blood.

He doesn’t say anything.

“Gods damnit, Thelyss, say something!”

“What do you want me to say, Beauregard?” he murmurs, squinting through his streaming eyes and gently rubbing the blood away.

“Anything! Tell me I don’t understand Dynasty culture, or that you’re a loyal citizen. That your Queen will deliver us all to some paradise if we just submit. Give me propaganda, or excuses. Just fucking something that isn’t this bullshit silent submission!”

“You are…upset that I am not…fighting?” He tips his head to the side, honestly puzzled.

She sputters, looking for words, because when he puts it that way it does sound stupid. All she knows that if she was in his position, she’d be giving explanations, fighting for—whatever it is this group has. Had.

Gods above, she is in his position and she fucking hates the comparison.

She’d thought—well, she supposes it doesn’t matter anymore but for a brief moment, between the travel and the heart-pumping, soul-terrifying pursuit of their friends that this group was something that would stay. Something good that she wouldn’t fuck up. That she could maybe, just maybe, learn to trust them.

And then she finds out they have an enemy spy among their numbers, that the very mission she’s on is to turn Essek over and—

Well.

“Do you want to know why I’m not arguing, or pushing my case?” Essek finally says into the quiet between them, spitting out blood. “Because I am not a loyal citizen. I do not even like the Bright Queen very much and there are quite a few parts of my country I would seen burn to the ground if I could. But I am a noble son that has never had any option in his life but to follow his mother’s orders and her orders were to come to this country and spy. I…” He falters, eyes sliding away from hers as his shoulders hunch over. “The Nein were not in my calculations. I did not—I never knew I could make friends. And now—well. I have become very good at accepting my fate. This is just the next step of it.”

She tries to find the lie. Spot the inconsistency. She tries.

She can’t. And that burns. Because—

She knows that story. Knows how it started with a bright child desperate for a parent’s love and a person who chose to be dictator rather than guardian. She knows how he got handed over to some organization to “better serve the family”. Knows he had no choice, that he might have tried to run away and never managed. She knows that story because it’s her own.

And if this is the end awaiting her—

Beau cuts the thought off, for once unwilling to know the truth. Instead, throat burning, chest tight, jaw locked, she turns on her heels and leaves the alley.

Essek follows silently.

[monoxidecahedron]

home is where the heart is- jamilmads

I have, in fact, been writing! Have some Jamilmads. I’m working on Wings Of Privilege, I promise, but in the meantime here’s this. TW for alcohol/drunkenness

Thomas sighed. He’d gone to the bar to relax, not to deal with his very inebriated coworker, but here he was, standing outside with a drunk Alexander Hamilton leaning on him. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get you home.” 

“Home is where the heart is,” Alexander muttered. Thomas just shook his head. 

“Well, where do you sleep at night, then?” Alexander just turned away, ignoring him. “You’re my home,” he said, barely audible. Thomas froze. 

“You’re drunk,” he said, more to himself than to Alex. No. Alex didn’t mean it that way. Besides, James was waiting for him at home, loyal like he’d always been, steady and unyielding and always there. And yet here Thomas was, hoping Alex did mean it that way. 

After some prodding and a lot of nonsense on Alex’s part, it became clear that he was not going to tell Thomas where he lived. So he hauled Alex into the backseat of his car and set the route to his and James’ flat, the monotone “route set for Home” ringing in the quiet. As blurred lights flashed by the windows, beacons among the general darkness of the night, Alex was silent, seemingly thinking. Thomas took this time to get his thoughts in order.

He did love James, he really did. Truly. But- Alex. Alex with his fiery passion, his never-ending energy, the way something inside him seemed to spark when he fought, the way his words flowed, powerful and moving, even though the power was often directed against him. It was a dilemma he never seemed to be able to solve. On the one hand, there was James, cool and collected, a steady presence always near him, quiet but strong in its own way. On the other hand, there was Alexander, whirlwind of fire and fury, always moving, always climbing towards something, leaving everyone in the dust. Except Thomas. Thomas could keep up. Thomas was the one who was challenging him constantly, pushing his limits, one foot on the ground next to James and the other chasing Alex. 

The light turned red and Thomas braked. It had started raining, and the windows were blurred with water, a soft pattering sound indicating raindrops landing on the car. “You’re in love,” Alex said.

“Well of course, I’ve always been in love with James,” he responded, although his chest tightened as he shoved aside his feelings for Alex. The man in the backseat scrunched up his face.

 “No, with me,” he said. Thomas twisted in his seat to face him. 

“What-?” 

“Yeah,” Alex said, in his own world already. “Yeah, you love me. I mean, I wish.” 

“What?” 

“Never mind,” he huffed, crossing his arms. Thomas would have rolled his eyes at the childish behaviour, but he was still stuck on “I wish”. What did he mean? He wished Thomas loved him? That was silly, he thought, because I do love him. Alex gave him a strange look, almost like he was scrutinizing him. “What?” Thomas asked. 

“The light’s turned.” Thomas turned back to see that the light was, indeed, green. 

“Fuck!” The car started moving again.

“Mmmm, yes please,” Alex muttered, eyes closed sleepily. Thomas tried to ignore him and the mental images forming in his head, gripping the wheel tighter and staring determinedly at the road. The harsh swish-swish of the windshield wipers seemed to pierce the silence. Neither of them spoke. 

When they finally arrived at the flat, five minutes later, Thomas pulled an umbrella out of the car’s internal storage (silently thanking James for his constant refrain of ‘you never know’) and opened the door, going around to do the same for Alex. When it clicked open, Alex didn’t move, just sat there, quiet. Thomas sighed, climbing into the backseat and unbuckling Alex, prodding him a little bit. When he still didn’t move, he sighed again and picked him up, pulling him out and closing the door with his foot. Silently he worried about how easy it was to hold the small man in his arms, but he didn’t say anything, carrying him inside instead.

James, who had been sitting at the table inside, looked up immediately as the door swung open. “Thomas, who’s- is that Hamilton?” 

“Iss’ me,” Alex slurred, waving a floppy hand from Thomas’s bridal-style hold. Thomas moved, shutting the door behind him and dropping Alex on the couch. “James!” Alex said, smiling and attempting to get up at the sight of him. “Hi! Hello! It’s been a while since we’ve talked. I miss you!” James winced. 

“You do know it was you who screamed at me and ended our friendship, right?” Alexander’s face fell. 

“Oh. Yeah.” Then he waved a dismissive hand, brightening up again. “Ah well, doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” James, unimpressed, turned to Thomas. “Why is Hamilton here?” Thomas gave him a guilty smile. “I mean… I went to the bar but he was drunk out of his mind and I couldn’t exactly leave him there?” James sighed, rubbing his forehead. “You absolutely could have left him there! You could have- I don’t know, called a taxi! Call Laurens, if you have to!” Thomas sat down next to him. “Look, I know I probably could have, but-” There was no “but”. He had no idea why he’d brought Alex home. Well, actually. Scratch that. He knew exactly why he’d brought him home. He just didn’t want to admit it, and certainly not to James, his actual partner whom he was committed to, who loved him. James just shook his head. “Well, okay, Tom,” he said, “what do you propose we do?” 

“Me!” Alexander piped up from the couch. 

James blushed. “What?” 

Thomas winced, about to warn him not to engage, but oh well. Alex was already propping himself up, grinning. 

“Fuck me!” he said brightly. 

Thomas put his head in his hands. “Alex, just-”

“What?” Alex said, looking from Thomas to James. “You love me! You said so!” James looked stricken. 

“Thomas- I didn’t- I-” Thomas cut across him. 

“Alexander. Stop. Now,” he said tersely, every muscle tense. 

“Whaaaaaaat?” Alex sang. “I’m drunk! You said so!” James shook his head. 

“We have a guest room. You can stay there. Good night, Thomas.” Thomas watched him walk towards their room. He sighed, looking at Alex and wondering if he was worth James’ disappointment. Alex smiled, blissfully unaware as Thomas scooped him up and dumped him in the guest room. 

~~~

The room is filled with pleasant natural light when Alexander wakes up, streaming in through the curtains and highlighting him where he lies on the bed. His hair is a mess, and he feels terrible, he notices, taking stock of the rest of his body. He blinks his eyes open slowly. He looks up and there stands Thomas, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a tank top. “Er. Hi,” he says, voice a little broken from sleep. Thomas starts, as if he was caught doing something wrong. “Hey.” Alex blinks again, trying to chase away the fog that seems to weigh down his mind. “So, uh, what happened?” Thomas shifts uncomfortably. Something about his movement triggers a memory, snippets of lights and rain and the scent of Thomas flashing through his mind.

You’re my home.

You love me! You said so!

I mean, I wish.

Fuck. How much damage did he do? 

The answer is evident in Thomas’s uncomfortable expression. “Al- Hamilton, look, I-” He starts to say something, but seems to stop himself, deciding instead to tell him, “James made breakfast for all of us, so…” Alex nods, tells him he’ll be out in a minute, watches him go. Wonders what the hell he can do to fix this. He knows. He knows and he doesn’t like him. Stupid, stupid Alex. All those times his mind wandered, all the times he thought he saw something, all those times James gave him a tiny scrap of attention that he clung to, twisting it in his mind into something more…

“I’m done!” Alex shouts. “I’m done dealing with your shit! Go- go fuck around with Jefferson for all I care!” James gives him a hurt look, but turns away silently and walks off. He was never one for direct confrontation.

Alex watches him go, wondering what he just did.

James walks into the room, following Jefferson in his gaudy magenta suit to a seat across the table, right across from him. It’s like they’re trying to distract him; James with his small smiles and kind eyes, Jefferson with his bright laugh and disarmingly handsome features. 

The meeting starts. Washington is talking about something; he knows it’s important, but he can’t tear his mind away from how Thomas’s arms would feel cradling him, James’ soft lips against his, the two of them cherishing him-

He manages to keep himself together for two weeks, until he rounds a corner and finds James pressed against Thomas, kissing like there’s no tomorrow. So that’s it. This is how it ends, he thinks, sinking down onto his knees in his office, head in his hands, sobbing. That’s it. He doesn’t stand a chance anymore. His competition is Thomas and his competition is James. How could he possibly expect one of them to choose him over the other, when they’re both so obviously perfect?

James pokes his head around the doorway. “Alex? You coming?” Alexander nods numbly, dragging himself up stumbling towards the door. James catches him, and Alex resists the urge to wrap his arms around him and slot himself against James’ warm body. Instead, he pushes him away, leaning on the doorframe and waving James off, insisting he’ll be fine. He won’t be fine, not when he’s just revealed his hand and James will never look at him the way he desperately wishes he would, but he can be alive, at least.

When he enters the main room, he finds Thomas and James sitting at the table, laughing at something he didn’t catch. It’s such a domestic scene and he feels his chest tighten at their familiarity. He and James had that once. Before he can sneak out the door, Thomas notices him and waves him over. “Alex! Glad you finally decided to join us.” Alex draws a chair and sits, staring determinedly down at his scrambled eggs. Maybe if he pretends this didn’t happen, if he ignores them-

“Alexander Hamilton, you are not ignoring us like a child,” James chides. Alex huffs. 

“What. What is it,” he snaps childishly. 

“Well, you said some things yesterday,” James starts, choosing to ignore that, his tone stiff and professional. “We’d rather like it if they were true.” 

“M-hm,” Alex mutters sarcastically. Then his head snaps up as he seems to process the words. “Wait, what?” 

“What he means,” Thomas cuts in, “is that James has been pining hopelessly for you for a while and he dragged me into it too and he wants you to like him back.” James shoots him a look, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like “I literally admitted I liked him last night”. Alex just stares at the two of them. “Wait. So. You- you want- me?” 

“Well, yes, that’s the general idea,” Thomas says dryly. Alex nods slowly. 

“Okay. And. Uh. What about- you guys’s relationship?” His eloquence seems to have lost him, Thomas notices, making a mental note to tease him about “you guys’s” later. 

“We were thinking, if you’d like, you could join our pre-existing relationship,” James says. Unlike Alexander, he seems to gain eloquence in awkward or new situations, making him sound awfully like a lawyer. Alex seems to be thinking it over in his chair. 

“I- well, okay, I guess? It’s just, like, a lot? I don’t really- I didn’t expect this,” he says, quickly adding, “it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that it’s all a lot to take in, I do like you guys, I really do, it’s just it’s a bit much a bit too suddenly.” 

“That’s okay,” Thomas says. “We can take it slower. Start with a date or something.” Now in more comfortable territory, Alex smirks. “Better be something good, prettyboy, or I’m dumping your ass.” 

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. In hindsight, he probably should have recognized that Thomas would have absolutely taken that as a challenge, he thinks, staring openmouthed at the honest-to-god Ferrari that Thomas pulled up in. Said man just grins at him. “C’mon, Hamilton,” he says. “Get in.” 

As Alex pulls the door shut, James glances worriedly at him from the passenger seat. “Are you alright? I told Thomas it was too much but he wouldn’t listen-” 

“I’m fine,” Alex says. “Just- wow.” Thomas smirks, that devastatingly handsome, arrogant expression that Alex goes crazy for. “This fit your definition of  ‘something good?’” 

“I dunno,” he says fake-casually. “I don’t even know where we’re going.” 

“Well, you won’t for a while,” James interjects. “We’ve got a long drive, about forty-five minutes, so buckle up.” 

Forty-five minutes and one date at the pier later, Alexander stands back on his doorsteps, thoroughly tired and happy. Thomas and James insist on walking him to his door, and so there he stands, leaning against Thomas, whose fingers are running through his hair. “Goodnight, Alex,” James says, though he makes no move to go. Alex makes a muffled sound of protest against Thomas’s chest. Thomas laughs. “You have to get to bed, Lex, it’s late,” he says, and Alex can feel the vibrations in his chest. He makes another muffled sound. 

“M’ tired,” he mumbles, pressing his key into James’ hand. “You guys can put me to bed.”

“Alright then,” Thomas says, picking him up as James unlocks the door. It’s dark, and the crickets are chirping, audible even after they enter and shut the door behind them. Alex directs Thomas to his bedroom, and Thomas sets him down gently on the bed. “‘Night,” Alex mutters sleepily. James smiles. “Goodnight, Alexander,” he says. “Goodnight,” Thomas adds. Alexander is already fast asleep.

Yay! 2k of happy Jamilmads! Pleeeease leave a comment I’ll love you forever if you do and reblogs are greatly appreciated! This is your friendly reminder from your local frustrated Tumblr writer that likes do nothing!

~M

[malfoyfarms]

Broken

“can you do a jj imagine where the five of you are out on the boat and you all want go swim, but jj gets insecure about taking off his shirt cause he doesn’t want you to see the bruises from his dad because he hasn’t talked to you about it yet. lots of angst please. Ily🥰” -nonnie

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions and implications of abuse, drug usage

Word Count: 975

A/N: idk how I feel about this one, but I should have a JJxKie and a John B prompt finished up by tomorrow morning. 

You looked across the boat at your friends as John B through the anchor down into the water. It was boiling out and you couldn’t wait to jump into the water.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” you nagged at JJ and the rest of them as you were already out of your clothes, and standing on the edge. “Kie headband off? Sarah shorts off! Pope everything off! John B, you know what to do with the bandana. And you sir--” You said as you turned to JJ, gripping the edge of his tank top, “OFF!” 

His hand quickly gripped your wrists, stopping them in your tracks. “Mmm, not today kiddo.”

The look he gave you was pleading, as if asking you not to fight back, but it flew right over your head as you pushed on. “You said we’d go swimming today if I helped you deliver all those groceries! JJ!” You pouted, but JJ wasn’t letting up anytime soon.

“Y/N, I’m not taking the tank top off, and that’s my decision. Now go swim, I’m sure as hell not going to stop you.”

You rolled your eyes and jumped off the side of the boat into the water, everyone else following suit. 

~

Once the crew finally convinced you that four hours of swimming was plenty, John B drove everyone back to the dock. You stared across the boat at JJ, trying to figure out what his issue was from before. He never turned you down when you wanted to go swimming. He caught your stare causing you to look down at your feet.

As you pulled up to the dock, you gathered your things and headed toward the road. It had been a long day, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into the soft sheets of your bed. 

“Y/N/N, you want to stay for a beer?” Kie asked you. A silent nod was given, and you started the trek home. 

The small house was unsurprisingly dark and empty. Once walking in, you started to cook yourself dinner and turned on some music. Looking through the close to empty cabinets you pull out some noodles to cook. The water was on the stove approaching a boil when you heard a knock on the door. Much to your surprise you came face to face with the angry bird from earlier. 

“Can I come in? Steal the couch tonight maybe?” JJ asked. You smiled and nodded, making room for him to enter the bungalow.

You both shot the shit while you finished the pasta, and ate dinner together in the living room. The stereo quietly played Mallrat, and you scooted closer to JJ, grabbing his empty bowl. 

“I’m sorry today for trying to take your shirt off, it was out of line,” you apologized. He sent a smile your way and followed you out to your kitchen to clean the three dishes. 

The two of you goofed around, until your eyelids were heavy. You bid goodnight, setting JJ up with a pillow and blanket on the couch.

~

A tap on the shoulder was what pulled you from your sleep? “JJ? Is everything okay?” 

“Can you hold me?” You moved the quilt back and scooted your legs apart for him to lay in between. He climbed in almost immediately. 

“Y/n, my dad, he…” He paused, taking in a deep breath, almost as if the breath would stop the tears. “He gets angry at me sometimes. That’s why I wouldn’t take off my shirt today, I didn’t want to be reminded of how awful I am.”

The last part of his sentence broke your heart into tiny pieces. The usually energetic, and spicy teen was now a weeping mess in your arms. You could feel him shaking, and his grip on your midsection tightened. 

“JJ, look at me,” He followed your instructions, making eye contact, “You are not terrible, you are so fantastic. You are loyal and protective and funny and kind. Your father is the monster not you. I will spend every waking moment trying to convince you of how loved you are.”

“Do you mean that?” He whispered. Your left hand rubbed his back while the right was running through his hair. 

You placed your lips on his forehead, and mumbled. “I would never lie to you.” 

He nuzzled his head into your neck while he cried. “I’m broken, I don’t deserve to be laying right here,” he sobbed as he tried to get up. 

“JJ Maybank don’t you dare get up. I will hold you here until I can squeeze all the broken pieces of you back together.” You mustered all of your strength to pull him closer to you, holding him as he cried, sniffled and eventually drifted to sleep. 

You sat there watching his breathing, feeling the occasional twitch of his leg. You hadn’t moved at all, hands still tangled in his hair. Emotions were never your strong suit, and the whirlwind that unfolded in your bedroom had taken a toll. Now that JJ was 100% asleep, you let the tears flow down your face, your own heart breaking in the hopes of healing him. You stuck out your hand to open the drawer on your bedside table, looking for one of your pre-rolled emergency joints. 

You quietly lit up, and took a deep breath. Sad smoking was one of the most sacred things you knew of, taking another hit for time you imagined Mr. Maybank striking his son. The joint had almost been finished when you felt the blonde stir on top of you. He took the doobie out of your hand and finished it. 

“I’m in love with you,” you said lazily. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I’m in deeper than I can even fathom. I am hopelessly and crazily in love with you.”

[lunarianillusion]

A change in fate

A Maribat fanfic

prologue

Marinette had made a grave mistake that would put the fate of Paris in peril. After a stressful battle, with a murderous akuma along with a sentimonster that could shroud the battlefield with a thick mist and Mayura, she had renounced her miraculous. Her civilian life had been getting more and more miserable thanks to Lie-la and even though she had a small but loyal group of friends it was to much. The omega could not take all the responsibility and Tikki insistence to keep moving forward and to keep doing her best was exhausting to say the least. So, she renounced the little god for a moment of pure silence, but that moment had allowed her to get akumatized.

“Oh, Tikki. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” the girl whispered to herself. A lone tear ran down her cheek, her face blank from any emotion.

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In the aftermath of the battle Marinette had found that a new ladybug had risen. This one seemed to be flaunting her ‘excellence’ and was slandering the previous ladybug with viperous intend.

The noir omega had gone to her master to find out what the plan of action to reclaim the miraculous was going to be. But when she arrived, she was scorned for her negligence in losing the ladybug miraculous.

“You should have been more careful Mrs. Dupain-Cheng. I intrusted you with one of the greatest powers within our universe and you take such lenience with it. This is not a game. Now we do not know who the ladybug wielder is and that could jeopardise the fate of Paris if not the universe,” The old beta berated.

Marinette felt her inner fire begin to boil over once more, but instead of a cold despair like a hours prior, it was a raging inferno. He thought this was a game to her, has he not been paying attention to how Chat Noir was acting at all! And Intrusted! He forced the role of ladybug onto her. With no warning, no prior preparation and the way he chose made her question if he should even have hold over the remaining miraculous. So, she snapped.

“Intrusted?!” The omega shrieked, baring her fangs. “You practically forced the role onto me! With your misguided way of choosing exam and then gave me no training, no guidance and just watched as I tripped every step of the way! You speak of me being lenient, have you even been paying to Chat Noirs behaviour?!”

Fu opened his mouth to interjected, but Marinette did not give him a chance. He would hear what she had to say.

“Do not even try making any excuses for him and do not give that crap about the ladybug and black cat being meant to be together. You know that all the flirting is uncalled for and distracting. How many innocent people have been hurt or worse, because he could not stop harassing me. Let’s also not forget all the times in battle he got mind controlled or straight up killed! He is a thorn in once side, that only adds to my stress. Stress from being ladybug, stress from trying to find Hawkmoth and my civilian life with all of its own responsibilities. I try to be ‘perfect’, but I am only human, and we are not supposed to, as a species, bottle up all of our emotions. So, I am ‘sorry’ if I cracked under all the pressure, but I am not an emotionless doll that you can make do as you will, and I will just go along with it!” Marinette roared.

The omega took several deep breathes. Having finally let out all of her despair, pain and rage. So, now she tried to calm herself and get her flaring spiced up scent, that reflected her raging emotions, under control. She was truly grateful far Wayzz. If not for the small turtle protection around the shop, she would likely have been akumatized again.

“Very well,” the ancient beta sheathed, eyes glaring cold daggers into the omega before him. “Then you shall no longer carry the title of ladybug. I will release you from that burden. You shall never get a miraculous from me again. Cleary you are to unstable now to carry such a great honour. Given with what cast you have matured into.”

Oh, he did not just go there.

“We shall see how the new ladybug does. She might do far better with Chat Noir than you ever did.”

Marinette highly doubted that. She had seen the recording of the fight. Chat noir had been killed halfway through the battle and had been arguing with the new ladybug non-stop before that. Tripping each other up on purpose. The unknown ladybug had only been able to win by the skin of her teeth.

“Now leave my shop and do not come back. You are no longer welcome here.” Fu ended his speech by turning his nose to the girl and staring her down.

The silence in the room was deafening.

After a long moment of getting her emotions under control did Marinette straighten up. Her face a blank emotionless mask, a reflection of her spend emotions, and left the massage parlour. Leaving an enraged old beta and horrified kwami, who truly wished this was all just a big nightmare, behind.

The young omega then aimlessly walked and walked, hoping that buzzing in her head would just stop. He feet brought her to the place where it all began. The battlefield where she fought her last battle as ladybug.

She stood there for maybe an hour. Just standing there, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and regrets. Before deciding it was time to go home, if she could even call it her home. Her parents no longer trusted her, thanks to Lie-la. They did not abuse her with any violence but did make her work long hours in the bakery when they wanted to go out. Which they had been doing more and more as of late. Other wise they just ignored her. This made her wonder if they ever truly cared for her.

Marinette sighed and was about to turn around. When something caught her eye.

It shined blue and seemed to call to her.

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Timothy Jackson Drake truly did not wish to leave Gotham, but he could not take anymore of his old pack. Be it the attempts on his life or the neglect that has been growing over the months. The way most of the pack just ignored him on a daily basis made him think of when he was still living with his parents, when they were still alive.

Everything stared to get shaky when Jason retuned from the grave. At first Tim had been exited in small part, since he had always looked up to the second robin. Then came the attempts on his life. Tim knew that in large part that had been the fault of the Lazarus pit and the Al Ghuls, but the scar never fully faded.

His relationship with the older alpha was now shaky at best. They could get along but there were some moments.

And then came Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

Things started to truly spiral for the young alpha with the arrival of the violent pup. In all honesty he could not fully blame all of the violent tendencies on the pup themself. Most of it had come from the way Damian was raised.

The Al Ghuls just loved to fuck with the Wayne pack in more ways than one.

Even that did not excuse most of his actions. The thing that got Tim the most however was how the pack barely reprimanded or the corrected the pup on his behaviour. Even when the demon spawn tried to kill him on so many occasions. He barely got a slap on the wrist. A very slow transition ensued for the pup and Tim because of this and to this day the demon spawn would try to kill him, at the most inconvenient of times.

And then the brat was given the robin mantle. No choice had been given to the youngest alpha in the matter. Dick had just taken the mantle and given it away with barely an explanation given or time for Tim to prepare a new identity before the reveal.

He relationship with his older brother became extremely strained after that.

After that whole debacle he had gone to find Bruce. In a sense hoping that it would help the pack. In a way it did, but Timothy became more and more like a poltergeist to the Wayne pack. He could stand right beside one of them and they just would not notice him.

Thank god for Alfred though if not for the old beta Tim would not have survived to this point.

And was one of the reasons why Timothy wanted to stay. But no, he needed to leave. He first thought of going to the titans but decided against that. He had gotten estranged with his old friends over the years and did not feel comfortable with still being so close to Gotham. No, he needed to start a new.

Which lead to were he is now. On a plane to Paris, staring melancholily out the window. He had prepared everything in advance to erase his old self from the Wayne pack and keep off their radar. There was a reason however for choosing Paris.

While once going through the justice league files, he came across a curious case that had been played off as a prank. It was a call for help from a few years back. It had been made by what had to have been a young teenage hero. She had called saying that a villain by the name of Hawkmoth had shown up and was using negative emotions to turn civilian’s into superpowered pawns to do his bidding. It had been written up as a prank because no calls for help had come for either the French government or the JLE. Then again Guy Gardner was the one to look into the case, so grain of salt. And when Tim looked into the case, he found nothing but nothing as in complete radio silence. As if Paris had completely dropped of the face of the earth news wise.

So, he would take a look himself and see for himself what this was about and if it was truly a prank than he could just find a way to start a new life in the city of love.

[confusednarcissistwrites]

okok hi so basically I’ve been working on this lil blurb but idk I think maybe you might be much much better than me for it , ur writing slapssss, but basically it’s a Daniel Middleton piece based off the song Lost by frank ocean where the reader is part of their dealing ring and is in love w danny and gets too wrapped up in the business but danny is too busy with his crush on mckayla to notice ? Idk I know it’s super specific but just a thought I had

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Third Wheel (D.M.)

(smut, angst, blood, violence, cheating, cursing)

The Bonnie and Clyde of Cape Cod.

You and Hunter Strawberry had been together for as long as anyone could remember. Even in elementary school, you two had reigned over your peers with an iron fist; no one fucked with either of you in fear of pissing off the other. As you both got older, your relationship progressed from a platonic partnership to a romantic one. This often entailed hot and heavy sightings at the drive-in, and mangled noses on faces of guys who decided to look at you just a little bit too long.

You had been happy. He was your constant. You both had an undying loyalty to each other as business partners and lovers.

But then came Danny Middleton.

Danny was a scrawny boy from nowhere who didn’t belong anywhere. Perhaps it was fate that he would meet Hunter that hideously hot day in 1991 in that little convenience store. People didn’t notice Danny until he started running around with Hunter.

You were hesitant, bitter even that Hunter let someone else on the team without talking to you first. You were more of a distributor than a seller, but you had thought you were more involved than to be excluded. The more you heard about Danny, the less Hunter asked you to make drop-offs. You felt you were getting wedged out.

The first time you met Danny was a whirlwind. He’d claimed a cousin of his had a hookup across town, but the rendezvous went south quickly. You vividly remember stepping in between the two, your fist meeting the side of the guy’s jaw with a sickening crack. He didn’t do much to fight back as he was pretty doped up, but you weren’t about to take any risks when he pulled a gun from his belt. Danny sat cornered and slack-jawed as he watched you wail on the man he’d been threatened by just moments before. Once you got him onto the ground, you knocked the pistol from his hand and straddled his middle, slamming the butt across his face. Adrenaline blurred your vision as blood splattered, your relentless attack not stopping until he quit moving. You lifted yourself up, meeting Danny’s terrified gaze for a brief moment before walking out of the house, him tailing behind you.

Hunter was furious when you both got back into the car. “What the fuck happened?” You were both visibly bloodied.

“I took care of it. Let’s go,” you replied calmly, handing him the piece. Hunter looked up at you and then at Danny in the back seat, handing him the gun wordlessly before speeding back to the garage.

When you got back, you sat up on the counter, your head back against the cupboards. Hunter dabbed at your swollen knuckles with a soapy cloth. “You okay, doll?” he asked quietly, looking up at you through his blonde lashes.

“Mhm,” you nodded, watching as he bandaged you up. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before helping you down and walking with you to the seating area where Danny was sat, his head in his hands still lost in thought. Hunter sat down on the sofa and you laid down with your head in his lap.

“You will never pull anything like that again. You hear me?” Hunter’s voice was calm and chilling. “Do you understand me?”

Danny nodded, standing up. “We’ll find another way.”

“Are you even fucking listening to me? I just said no-“

“No, look, you’re upset, I get it. But we’ll find a way to work this out if you just let me-“

“Drop it, Middleton. Go home.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, willing the pounding in your skull to ease. You listen as Danny walked out of the shop, the bell chiming above the door as he left.

“He’s reckless,” you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at Hunter.

He just nodded, his fingers brushing over your collarbone as he stared into space in thought.

You didn’t like it. Nothing would change your mind. The business was for you and Hunter, and that was it. Danny was only trouble. And Hunter probably would have agreed with you if the next few days had played out differently.

••••••

In the course of a week, the group was making quadruple what you were before. Contacts were made, deliveries were driven, and money was counted in a circle every night, going three ways. It was the kind of summer we watched in movies, and now you were living the dream. The three of you spent evenings together getting high surrounded by cash; it was unreal. You all grew quite close through inebriated conversations about life and the world. You felt you could rely on either of them for anything you needed at any time.

It was because of this you didn’t speak up despite your growing insecurity in this situation. You’d felt Hunter rarely had time for you anymore, as though you were becoming a third wheel to him and Danny despite your relationship. But who were you to allow your insecurities to get in the way of the biggest break he’d had in his life? So you stayed quiet. Perhaps that was why the resentment building in you grew so poisonous.

You and Danny often jabbed at each other, usually scuffling over little bullshit that didn’t really matter. Hunter acted as a mediator when things got too heated, much to your irritation. He rarely defended you, sometimes even siding with Danny when he was feeling ballsy. You could feel the problems piling up. The rift between you and your boyfriend growing wider, and you couldn’t help but to notice that everything had been fine between you until little Middleton had shown up.

••••••

It was an especially hot August day when everything went to shit. It seemed everyone in town was a bit more irritable when the sun was beating down incessantly, an unbeatable oppressor. You could feel sweat against the small of your back, even as the wind whipped through your hair as Hunter drove across town with the top down. Danny was sprawled out in the backseat, his feet hanging over the rear passenger door. It irritated you to see him take up so much space like he owned the place. Granted, pretty much everything he did irritated you.

You arrived back at the shop, this week’s product in hand. You placed the duffle down on the coffee table, Hunter unzipping it and reaching in to retrieve an order he had to run. “I’ll be back in an hour. Try not to kill each other,” he called, hiding the weed in his bag and heading back out to the car. This wasn’t unusual, but Danny usually left right away, either running his own deliveries or just getting away from you. But today he lingered.

“Y/N, can I talk to you about something?” He sat on the arm of the couch while you fixed a pot of coffee, your back to him.

“Uh, sure?” you replied, not turning to face him. Despite knowing practically everything about each other, he rarely made conversation with you.

Danny looked down at his hands, fumbling with his fingers for a beat before speaking. “Well, you see, I just- I have this thing for this girl. And- well, not just any girl. She’s kinda just-“

“Spit it out, Middleton,” you sang, quickly losing patience with his childish ramblings. Was he seriously coming to you for girl advice of all things?

“Fuck,” he sighed frustratedly. “It McKayla. I’ve been.. talking to her, more or less, for awhile now and-“

He’s interrupted by your laugher. You finally turned around, hands behind you against the counter as you shook your head at him. “McKayla? As in McKayla Strawberry? Are you kidding?”

He gives you a look of offense, his brow drawing together. “Yes, that McKayla. Why else would I be talking to YOU about this?”

You shook your head, pinching your brow. “You’ve done a lot of stupid shit, but this really takes the cake.”

“Listen, I just-“

“After all Hunter has done for you? You’re really going to throw that all away for some girl?”

“She’s not ‘some girl,’ okay? I really like her!” Danny insisted, standing up off of the couch defensively.

“You’re right; she’s your so-called best friend’s sister! I know for a fact he’s told you to stay away from her. But you can’t keep in your pants can you?” You were angry. After all the time you’d spent being loyal to Hunter, he was ignoring you for this kid who wouldn’t even respect him enough to stay away from his little sister.

“This isn’t even about McKayla is it?” Danny jabbed, stepping closer as he threw his hands up. “You’re just jealous I’m into someone and not following you around like a puppy like everyone else, huh? Is that why you’re so shitty to me all the time? Are you into me?”

You snapped, your white-hot temper taking control. Without hesitation, you stepped up into his face, your hands clenched right at your sides. His eyes widened, reflexively stepping back, but you follow. “Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re doing,” you growled, poking him in the chest.

“Just admit you want my attention, Y/N.”

The resonance of your hand colliding with his cheek travelled through the room before you even could think. His back was against the wall, his eyes round, jaw hanging slack, and his hand on his cheek. You both stood and stared at each other for a moment, the sound of the slap still resonating in your ears along with your pumping blood as you waited for him to move. He knew this and unabashedly glanced down at your lips.

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his throat. You’re not sure why you do it, but you were unable to resist; you needed to put Danny Middleton back in his place. What you didn’t expect was the full-fledge moan that left his parted lips. It startled you for a moment before going right to your head, power-lust settling into your veins as thick as syrup. You smirked, pressing a bit harder to watch the way the scrawny boy’s eyes fluttered and his jaw clenched. He opened his mouth to speak, but you weren’t having any of it.

You crashed your lips into his. Despite knowing there was no turning back from this, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. ‘Take that, Strawberry.’ Danny’s hands flew up to grip your hips, your kiss all tongue and teeth. It was ravenous, angry, and made you ache between your legs in a way Hunter never had, in a way that came from you knowing you were in control.

“Y/N.. what about.. Hunter?” Danny managed between kisses. He was sweating bullets, but the tent in his jeans told you he had no intention of making you stop.

You pull back half an inch, your grip returning around his throat. “I don’t want to hear anything out of that fucking mouth other than ‘yes’ and ‘no’, am I understood.

He listened to you with doe eyes, pupils blown out. “Yes, Miss.”

You smirked, leaning in and catching his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a tug. “Good boy,” you praised.

He practically went limp at your words, another whimper escaping him. You both moved in a blur back to the couch, stripping clothes off with each stumbling step. You felt drunk without a drop of liquor in your system. Tomorrow would bring hell, and you knew it, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was then and there and making a statement.

You fell heavily into his lap, both of you clad in just your undergarments. Danny’s length prodded insistently at your thigh, and you remember recognizing that he was a lot bigger than you had anticipated. His hands gripped your waist while you ground your hips against his, kissing him ferociously. You listen intently as soft moans are pulled from his throat.

“What is it, Danny Boy? Never touched a girl before?” Your words were snide, full of contempt despite the ache that was building in you for more. His eyes fluttered, rolling back into his head in response.

You just smirked, shifting down to yank his boxers down. “Well, well, well. Looks like this is where you get all your nerve, huh?” His erection stood rigid and leaking against his navel, visibly aching to be touched. Danny bit down on his tongue, his hands tugging at his hair as he fought to keep quiet. It was bad. It was so so bad, but he knew there was no stopping you; not that he had the willpower to make you stop anyway.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y-Yes, Miss.”

You made quick work of your bra and panties, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. When you finally looked back, you were greeted by this desperate, open-mouthed, horny expression taking over his face. Feeling a surge of power run through you, you placed yourself in his lap. Danny let out a soft cry and his hands flew to your hips as you rocked your hips, sliding his length between your slick folds. It was then you came back to yourself, realizing what exactly you were about to do. It took weeks for you to realize it, but you knew your life had slipped out of your hands. Never again.

Raising your hips, you slid him inside of you. You cursed softly as the very welcome stretch made you see stars. “Fuck, good boy,” you praised.

Danny was a fucking wreck. He was gasping for air, hands gripping your hips in fear of moving anywhere else, but needing to touch you. Your praises turned him on in a way he didn’t know about before. He was reduced to a trembling mess, and you loved every second of it. If someone had held a gun to his head asked him about Hunter right then, he wouldn’t have even recognized his name.

You closed your eyes and began to rock your body, focusing on the feeling of him inside of you. He was forbidden fruit: a new sensation you’d thought you’d never experience. Little did you know how much was out there for you outside of Hunter. Your palms laid splayed out against his chest as you found your rhythm, both of you cursing like sailors.

Eventually, Danny built the courage to shift his hips, beginning to meet your thrusts with his own. You cried out, feeling him brush against your most sensitive places. “Danny, fuck, that feels so good,” you whined, hair falling around your face and swaying in time with your shared movements.

“Y/N..” Danny groaned, an edge of warning to his voice. His hands now roamed over your middle, thumbs brushing against the undersides of your breasts.

“Are you gonna cum? You gonna cum in your partner’s girl?” you taunted him cruelly.

Danny gasped, letting out a higher moan. “F-fuck, yes. I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

You reached between your bodies, rubbing quick circles against your clit. Whimpers of your own increased, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the small room.

That was when Hunter walked back through the door.