#me: BANGS POTS AND PANS TOGETHER WHILE SCREAMING

[itsgivingmami]

In the mood for some comfort, can you write a request for fem reader & Rhea going through a long day of traveling & the time adjustments that come with it? I'm at an airport at the moment & the back to back flights left me burnt out! Thanks ahead of time!

You Feel Like Home- Rhea Ripley

Summary: Technically, it’s twice the work to travel together. Two plane tickets, two meals, two bags but it’s all worth it. She loves seeing you excited to sit by the window and watch the clouds and getting to sit across from you while you two ate dinner. She doesn’t want to go back to scrolling her phone alone waiting at her flight gate preferring to listen to you ramble and play little games to occupy yourselves or walking through the air port alone when seeing you get on every conveyer available was far more exciting.

WC: 639

Thanks for the request!! Hope you get/got home safely and had a nap!😴💙

Rhea’s keys jingling as she unlocks the front door sounds like pots and pans banging together, reverberating in your head and sending a dull throb from temple to temple. You’ve had a headache since you boarded your plane in Australia and between the pressure system, your ears popping, the screaming baby three rows back and trying to wrap your head around the magic time travel that you left Adelaide Friday and arrived back at LAX on Thursday had only fuelled the fire.

“Come on love,” she prompts as she takes hold of the suitcase handle you’re barely gripping, her other hand reaches around your back to direct you into the entryway. “Time for bed,” she tells you and you hum in agreement despite the fact that it’s barely past noon. You’re blinking in slow motion at this point having expanded the last of your energy staying conscious in the car. You’re barely making progress towards the stairs before Rhea scoops your legs up and you’re finally where you’ve been waiting to be most for the last 18 hours… laying the fuck down. She carries you up the stairs in silence listening to the little hums and breaths of air that come from you. Maybe when you wake up from your nap you can retell her whatever you were just trying to say.

She had tried to warn you, she really did but you insisted on visiting home with her after travelling up to Canada for war games. Travelling came with a tolerance and hers was pretty damn high at this point but the last couple days had kicked your ass.

“When do we land?” You murmured against Rheas neck, she pauses walking for a moment to admire you in her arms before continuing towards the master bedroom.

“Right now,” She keeps her tone soft as she gently lays you on the bed before pulling down the blankets for you to crawl into. You’re snoring before she’s out of the room and as much as the empty side of the bed calls her she’s got to at least take your suitcases to the laundry.

The doors closes with a soft click and Rhea lets her back rest against it, a deep yawn forcing it way out and her eyes water. She wanders back down the stairs to both your bags and she grabs them pulling them into the house.

Technically, it’s twice the work to travel together. Two plane tickets, two meals, two bags but it’s all worth it. She loves seeing you excited to sit by the window and watch the clouds and getting to sit across from you while you two ate dinner. She doesn’t want to go back to scrolling her phone alone waiting at her flight gate preferring to listen to you ramble and play little games to occupy yourselves or walking through the air port alone when seeing you get on every conveyer available was far more exciting.

She leaves the washer going as she flicks the light switch off, her steps becoming heavier as the jet lag starts to settle in her joints. You haven’t moved from your spot when she comes back in, a testament to the severity of the slumber you had fallen in. Rhea rips off her crew neck and it lands in the hamper with her socks then pulls her side of the sheets down.

She wraps a strong around your middle and you stir slightly, muscle memory taking over as you fit into the curve of Rheas body. Dozing back off as she presses a kiss into your shoulder and you mumble you a soft, “I love you,”

Her grip tightens as she laces her fingers through yours and though she’s been at home for at least an hour here in bed wrapped around your body she feels home, “I love you too,”

[victimeyez]

Happy Birthday 🎂🥳🎁 (I also have a September birthday so I think that’s neat)

I think overall, the thing about p/v that keeps me hooked is the intensity of the whump. I’ve read other whump stories before and while what the characters go through in them is horrible, I’ve yet to find another character that goes through the kind of stuff Tommy does. The man’s life is just brutal, and as a avid horror fan I find that deeply compelling. I want him to one day get his final girl moment, even though I read early on that it’s probably not gonna happen.

I think the two whump moments that stand out the most for me so far are the meat hooks and the use of Agent Orange. The meat hooks scene was such a intense body horror moment it almost made me think about quitting, but I also couldn’t get it out of my head. I had to know what was gonna happen next to this poor dude. By contrast, the Agent Orange bit had me thinking to myself, “whelp Tommy and Caius better pray that stuff wasn’t real, otherwise their both dying of cancer lol”

Anyways I’ve rambled on enough. I hope you enjoy your birthday and that you get to do something fun with the people you love. (Tommy sure won’t lol)

Thank you, and happy birthday to you too!!!

Ooh, where to start. A few years ago, I discovered a writer online that wrote the most brutal content I had ever read. To this day, she makes my writing here look quite tame. We bonded over a mutual fandom that was difficult to find content for. One thing led to another, and I ended up helping write and edit her first original book.

I’’d never had someone before that I could talk to about enjoying really twisted stories. I was always admonished for a blossoming interest in horror by my mom, who believes horror is the work of the devil. It is still hard for me to share darker ideas. I get nervous about being judged for going too far, being too much of a freak. 

A big part of what made me decide to write Pro Vic with the design it has is that I wanted to be able to explore lots of different whump scenarios, without things getting too stale of the same things over and over. I have fun with Caius, but I can also explore whatever other forms I want to with clients in my own version of a monster-of-the-week formatting lol. Plus I can throw in extra time with Sam, or Rory, or Michelle, orrrrr whatever! As for the meat hooks and agent orange - Once again, I am sorry, and you are welcome lol. Can I blame Dead by Daylight and weirdly specific Vietnam War nightmares?

I love me a final girl! I actually have a shirt that says FINAL BOY in bloody letters lol. 

I have a long game in mind. Tommy is going through it – that’s not going to stop any time soon. But without wanting to say too much - Tommy has a future ahead of him where he plays a very different role...👀

I cannot tell you how much it blows my mind that people are actually reading this. I’m grateful for the readership, the notes, the tags, everything, I read them all a thousand times and lay on my bed kicking my feet while I write about it in my diary. Okay maybe not literally that, but mentally that is where I am. Getting to be the random person that wrote something you find compelling is the greatest badge of honor in my life. That’s not a joke. Sharing my creative passions has been the one thing I have known I wanted since I was three years old. When I was sitting on the floor of the kitchen, banging pots and pans together for drums and screaming my best “opera”.

[estinininininen]

Year of the Dragon heavensturn party in Ishgard!

Aymeric de Borel (Politician Face): As we gather this year, together as one people united under peace blah blah blah carefully rehearsed speech

Aymeric de Borel (Private thoughts): i wonder if ishgard is ready for those cool eastern othard snake dragon dances, and if i could get all the people who normally wouldnt dance cause they feel awkward in front of ishgard crowds, like WOL and Estinien, to do one together. faces hidden. asses primed for grabbing. it's perfect

Estinien: wh. why is everyone going crazy for this. this isnt even ishgard astrology. he's so confused. he stays near the punch bowl, keeping his back to a wall when he realizes WOL and Aymeric aren't joking about the Hingan dragon dancing. he spends all evening wondering when people will recognize him. no one does, until he wakes up the next morning hungover and covers the top half of his face with his hands. "estinien wyrmblood?!?!"

Ehll Tou: showing people how to teach their kids to make cute paper cut outs of a dragon and human holding hands

Artoirel de Fortemps: already has a headache at like, 9 pm. he thought he saw Haurchefant in the crowd, but he was gone just as fast, and instead of bittersweet joy it filled him with a strange, embarassed foreboding . . .

Emmanellain de Fortemps: tries to use his name and experience traveling outside of Ishgard to flirt, unsuccesfully. but he doesnt know that, cause people are still giggling and hanging around him. what's really attracting people's attention is the sign Sicard stuck on his back at the last second: "Am I As Tasty As Shiva? Kiss Me And Find Out"

(Sicard genuinely considered this a favor and not mocking.)

Ysayle Dangoulain: BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER WHILE SCREAMING BAWDY DRAGON-HUMAN LOVE SONGS AND DARING HAURCHEFANT'S GHOST TO STREAK AT MIDNIGHT

Haurchefant Greystone: GETTING READY TO GO STREAKING AND YELLING AT YSAYLE'S GHOST TO KEEP IT UP OR HE'LL LOSE HIS NERVE, WE'LL PASS A CUP OF KINDNESS YET FOR MY SPECTRAL ASS

(Ishgard's only honest-to-Halone natural spirit medium, a very confused old nun halfway across the city: "Lo, the spirits are very Crunk this eve")

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Thanks for doing these posts! You consistently articulate things so much better than I can. And informative!

As someone who was introduced to Moon Knight through the MCU, it's hard to know where to start with the comics. What comic runs would you recommend? (Sorry if you've answered this somewhere else and I missed it!)

Thank you for reading the posts! Makes me feel like I'm not just banging pots and pans together while screaming about Moon Knight.

As you may have found out, MCU Moon Knight is a bit different than Comics Moon Knight. Steven is not the sweet little English muffin and Marc is...Well Marc's the same.

I have a long winding answer in my blog somewhere on how to read the comics, but the short answer is to start with Moench. Re-reading the first run by creator Moench has given me a new appreciation for the original characters, themes, and overall plots that Moon Knight started out with. It also gives you an idea on the supporting cast.

Everyone says Lemire, but if you jump into Lemire, you aren't going to know who Gena and the boys are, Crawley, Marlene, or even Frenchie.

If you read through all of the original 1980 comics by Moench and Zelenetz then you will get a big appreciation for who they were. You'll see Marc Spector be angsty and silly. You'll see Steven be full of worry and drawn in very silly outfits/styles, Jake be the sweet loving and caring uncle, and even Moon Knight be a sopping wet kitten.

(Plus you'll see Bill Sienkiewicz!! Watching his art grow into a master piece one issue at a time is amazing).

After you finish the OG run....you can just...skip the 90s. They did very 90s things that aren't that important and I'll get to those much later... And the early 2000s...You should never just jump into those. They... They'll be covered later. They were fun, but they were a TRIP.

Then it's up to you if you want to jump into Ellis or skip right to Lemire. But what ever you do.... You MUST red Lemire Then...just...just skip everything after until you get to MacKay. The reasons are being posted under my "I'm reading it so you don't have to" run...

Hope this helps! You can find the OG run online for free!

[pyroselkie]

O, P, K?

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Leonard Cohen by boygenius, it reminds me of natsunagi because my friend Vamp recommended it to me for a roadtrip AU playlist that I have of them.

[But it gave us more time to embarrass ourselves / Tellin’ stories we wouldn’t tell anyone else / You said, “I might like you less now that you know me so well”]

^Bc Natsume is a liar and cannot be honest to save his life but Nagisa is chronically honest and I think that Natsume would end up accidentally revealing more of his true feelings than he ever intended to and he’d hate it (at least, at first). Nagisa would end up knowing him so well and Natsume would never be able to escape that.

[Leonard Cohen once said / “There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in] … [But I agree / I never thought you’d happen to me / I never thought you’d happen to me]

^“I never thought you’d happen to me” I AM BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER!!!!!! YELLING AND SCREAMING AND BITING AND STABBING AND KILLING!!!!!!!!! IT’S ABOUT THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF IT ALL!!!! For all intents and purposes they never should have happened (and in canon they didn’t but they happened in my mind) but they love each other and them being together is the most beautiful accident in the universe!!!!!!! I’m so normal about natsunagi I swear. I promise.

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P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Oh fuck yeas I am the AU guy.

I have a lot of AUs already that I haven’t shared…

How about Enstars Political Fantasy AU? Each unit is a nation, and the members are the leaders of the nation. Here, I have a map.

Each of the agencies are an alliance of some kind - Starmaker is an Empire with Eichi as the (immortal) emperor, whereas Cospro is a relatively equal alliance with Eden at the head of it with their four immortal, winged, god-kings. Rhythlin is a relatively small but long-standing alliance between the three nations. New-Di is mostly just Knights’ nation being like 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 while Switch and MaM are off doing their own things.

Eden was originally ruled solely by Nagisa and Hiyori, who were the two immortal god-kings of Eden. They used to be human but got lost while playing together and stumbled upon the tree of life, and ate the fruit from it which eventually turned them immortal and gave them feathered wings and cool powers. Then when they came back to civilisation, they became revered as gods. A thousand years or so later, Jun and Ibara show up, and Nagisa and Hiyori really like them and offer them godhood so that the four of them might rule together. There’s a LOT more that goes into their lore but that’s the brief gist of it.

Before Ibara and Jun showed up, early on in the written history of the world, Eden and Fine used to have an alliance, and they did war crimes together but then Nagisa and Hiyori realized that they were being used and broke the alliance off, and the two nations have had a deep and bitter rivalry ever since.

Switch is a magocracy and is led by the Archmage, their two chosen High Mages, and the Court. Natsume isn’t the Archmage, but the Archmage is his mother, and he’s the crown prince. His plan is to instill Tsumugi and Sora as his High Mages. The country is currently battling some political corruption, and Natsume hopes to be able to tackle it head-on once he becomes the Archmage.

Alkaloid were once run by nobles, but there was a great and violent revolution, and then Eichi stepped in to stop it all by force, separated the nation into four states, and installed Hiiro, Aira, Tatsumi, and Mayoi as the leaders of each one - Hiiro isn’t originally from that nation, but helped a lot of people during the revolution and gained Eichi’s trust and respect because of it. Mayoi used to be a servant of one of the noble houses, and would often watch the nobles run the country (as well as all of the other, less reputable things that they would get up to in their spare time), so he knows what he’s doing, but he hates being in the public eye.

Alkaloid’s biggest exports are things like medicines, poisons, and perfumes, with each state having a different main specialty and slightly different culture.

Crazy:B is a very mountainous and desolate region, with a lot of the country living on or inside of the mountains. Food is scarce, but due to the landscape, they have a great defense. Both Eden and fine proposed an alliance with them, but they ended up allying with Eden over fine because Eden is very abundant and had a lot of food to offer, and also because Eden’s rulers all have wings and can fly, which makes their biggest defense almost worthless against them.

Also, 2wink’s nation seems very big, but it’s also very empty and full of large open plains.

Anyway, If anyone has any questions at all about what’s going on in terms of the lore of their favorites then please please please ask me. I love talking about my worldbuilding and AUs.

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K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc.

FOOL!!! YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Setsuna Higashi is a character in Fresh Precure, which is the 6th season of Precure and kicked off what the English-speaking fandom generally refers to as the experimental era.

She is a recurring character and appears in most of the episodes, however she starts off the season as one of the main antagonists in the form of Eas - “Setsuna Higashi” is just an alias that she used in her human disguise.

As Eas, she hails from the world of Labyrinth, and serves Lord Moebius alongside Soular and Westar. Labyrinth’s base of operations in the human world takes on the guise of a mysterious “fortune telling mansion” in the woods. In the first episode, the main character and pink cure, whose name is Love (ラブ), visits the fortune telling mansion, and Setsuna tells her that she will “encounter great happiness” sometime soon, and Love is like “omg yay!!!”.

Later on, Eas attacks a concert that Love had visited, in an attempt to sorta “disprove” the great happiness that she had foretold earlier that day. Except then Love gets given the magical device that she needs to transform into Precure (Cure Peach) and defeats the monster that Eas summoned (nakewameke). Love then assumes that this was the “great happiness” that Setsuna was talking about, and is now happier and more hopeful than ever, much to Eas’ chagrin.

In a later episode, Eas plots to befriend Love in order to steal her transformation item from her. She dons her human disguise as Setsuna, and “just so happens” to come across Love while they’re both out and about. The two of them basically go on a date, and Love takes Setsuna to try donuts for the first time ever, but then Miki and Inori (the other two Precure, Cure Berry and Cure Pine respectively) show up, and Miki is immediately suspicious of Setsuna. The four of them go and walk around together, and eventually they come across a game, where Setsuna and Love work together and win a crystal four-leaf clover necklace. Then the monster of the week attacks (Setsuna didn’t summon it), and the fight happens (Love has a power-up because of how much she likes Setsuna), and after the fight, Love goes to find Setsuna again, and gives her the clover necklace. The clover necklace then becomes a regular part of Setsuna’s character design.

In another episode, Setsuna decides to meet up with Love again, and Miki and Inori join them. The four of them go bowling together, and Setsuna has a symbolic moment where she can’t decide between using the black bowling ball or the red one. Meanwhile, one of the bad guys makes a nakewameke that makes people tell their true feelings towards each other, including and especially insults and negative feelings. The nakewameke attacks and uses it's ability on Miki and Inori, and they tell Setsuna that they’re upset with her because she says something in a previous episode that really hurt Love. Setsuna doesn’t particularly care because she’s a villain, but she keeps up her act and starts crying and runs away. Love chases after her.

While they’re alone, the nakewameke uses it's ability on Love, and Love tells Setsuna that she is really happy that Setsuna is willing to be so understanding, and she believes deep down Setsuna is a good person. Setsuna is shocked that Love is saying this about her, but the episode continues as normal and the main fight happens. At the end of the episode, Miki and Inori apologise to Setsuna for what they said, because they understand that Setsuna was just trying to be honest because she cares about Love as much as they do. Setsuna is confused by everyone being so nice to her and she’s just a little bit uncomfortable because of it.

In another episode, Eas gets given a powerup by Moebius, except the powerup comes with the caveat that it will put her in terrible pain whenever she uses it, and might even shorten her lifespan. Additionally, the powerup can only be used four times before it runs out. She accepts the powerup despite the risk, wanting Moebius’ approval more than anything else.

She uses it later that episode, and summons a monster that’s much more powerful than any of the others (nakisakebe) and thorny vines wrap around her hand, digging into her skin. The monster seems to shake off most of the Precure’s attacks like it’s nothing, but after a while, the pain becomes too much for Eas to bear, and the monster weakens, and the Precure finally defeat it.

Setsuna uses this powerup over the next few episodes, as the thorns grow further up her arm, and the pain gets more and more unbearable. However, the Precure also grow weaker and weaker, as they are fighting stronger monsters while also practicing overtime for an upcoming dance competition, all of this on top of schoolwork, and them not eating properly due to lack of time. Both Eas and the Precure are absolutely exhausted.

Eas only has one powerup left, and decides to go to a stadium where a concert is being held later that day. However, she ends up fainting from exhaustion in the middle of the crowd, and wakes up in the infirmary, where Love has found her (she and the other Precure are acting as bodyguards for the main act who is also their dance tutor).

The two of them talk, and Love says that she and Setsuna are friends, and Setsuna ends up lashing out at Love, refusing the water that Love was offering her, and running out of the infirmary as she tries to remind herself that she’s a villain and a loyal servant of Moebius and can’t have friends.

Setsuna transforms into Eas once she’s alone, and uses the last of her powerup. By now, the thorns have reached up past her shoulder and are growing up to her neck. The monster is also incredibly powerful, and causes chaos in the stadium.

Love, transformed into Precure, notices that Eas seems to be in intense pain, and reaches out to her despite the fact that she’s a villain. Love tells her that, although she’s angry at Eas for ruining the concert, she doesn’t want to see her in pain. Eventually, through the power of friendship, the mosnter is defeated, and Eas looks awful. She changes back into Setsuna in front of the Precure, revealing her identity. She takes the clover necklace off, throws it to the ground, and smashes it under her heel, saying that she was never their friend, and that she was only using them for her own ends. The episode ends there.

The next episode, it is revealed that Eas has been sent a letter from Klein - Moebius’ assistant and right hand man. The contents of the letter are not revealed until later, but Eas seems distressed and upset by it.

At the same time, Love is absolutely distraught. She’s locked herself in her room and is crying in bed and is refusing to let anyone in, even their magical fairy partners. Miki forces her way in, and tells Love that Setsuna was always their enemy. Love rejects this, and runs off, leaving Miki and Inori to chase after her, but they soon lose her in the city.

Love eventually goes to the forest where the fortune telling mansion is, wanting to confront Eas. It turns out that Eas had the same idea, and the two of them come face to face in a clearing in the woods. Around this time, Miki and Inori catch up to Love, but Love tells them not to interfere - that this is between her and Eas. The two of them fight one on one, but they’re completely evenly matched.

During the fight, a flashback reveals that the letter that Eas had received earlier was a corporate style notice that her lifespan would be ending today, due to the effects of the power she had used before.

After one especially powerful matched blow, the two of them fall to the ground, exhausted. Lying in the grass face up, Eas admits that she has always envied Love for being able to find happiness everywhere, even at the darkest of times. She also says that she feels somehow at ease after such an intense battle. Miki speaks up and says that she feels at ease because she finally understands Love’s true feelings. Eas spots a four-leaf clover in the grass, and Love celebrates this, saying that only someone who is truly looking for happiness can find a four-leaf clover. She picks it, and hands it over to Eas, and as Eas reaches out hesitantly, wishing to take it, her heart stops and she collapses to the ground.

As Love shakes Eas, asking her what’s wrong, Soular and Westar show up, and reveal that, as denizens of Labyrinth, everything about their lives is planned in advance, up to and including their time of death. The three Precure are distressed by this realization, realizing that Eas had just died right in front of them.

In Setsuna’s dying mindscape, one of the Precure’s transformation fairies approaches her. It tells her that it had been waiting for so long, but was never able to approach her before because a dark force had always surrounded her. But now, Moebius’ grasp on her had faded, and it was finally able to come to her. Setsuna is like “huh???? what????” but is engulfed in a beautiful red light.

The others all watch Eas be struck with a red light from one of the fairy mascots, glowing brightly, and as the light fades, she is standing, alive, as a Precure - Cure Passion.

Soular and Westar are like “huh that’s weird. anyway Eas you gotta come back home with us” and the Precure are like “nuh uh!!!! she’s one of us now!!” and Cure Passion is like “no I’m not going with any of you. bye.” and walks off somewhere.

The next episode, Setsuna is sitting in the grass in a park, when a woman approaches her and starts a conversation, noting that Setsuna seems troubled. They talk for a while, but Setsuna doesn’t reveal any of the details of the situation.

Later on, Setsuna is wandering around, thinking. She obviously can’t go back to Labyrinth, but at the same time joining Precure is out of the question. While she's wandering, she stumbles into the Precure. Love takes her to meet her family and have a meal at a restaurant. Love’s mom recognises Setsuna, and Setsuna recognises her as the woman that came to talk to her in that field just earlier. Love’s mom is like "haha i guess this must be a sign :)"

As they get to the restaurant, Setsuna gets to see how happy and loving Love’s family is. They’re all smiling, and laughing, and even when they argue it’s always lighthearted and never malicious. It’s an environment that’s entirely unfamiliar to Setsuna, but it’s beautiful, and she feels awful that this is what she was trying to destroy as Eas. Eventually, she starts falling into the rhythm, laughing along with Love’s family, smiling, and having a great time.

Suddenly, a monster attacks, and Love and Setsuna rush to help - though Setsuna is refusing to transform, still feeling weird and kinda guilty about it. Love is fighting the monster by herself for a while, but gets thrown to the ground. Setsuna runs over to help her, but is confronted by Westar, who came to bring Eas back to Labyrinth. He tries to convince her by showing her how much misery he’s causing, and being like “cmon don’t you like this? don’t you miss this?” but Setsuna, having just had a wonderful time with Love’s human family, is devastated at the sight. She makes up her mind, and transforms into Cure Passion. Miki and Inori soon show up too, and the four of them defeat the monster together.

After the fight, Love and Setsuna are back with Love’s family. Love asks Setsuna if she has anywhere to stay, and offers for Setsuna to live with her. Setsuna’s like “oh no I couldn’t, I don’t wanna impose” but Love’s parents are like “oh no don’t worry about it! Love already told us, and we’d love to have you :)” and Setsuna cries and accepts.

Setsuna then gets her own room, and Love is super excited to help her decorate - Setsuna REALLY likes the color red, it turns out. She even starts going to Love’s school too. She also reads very strongly as autistic and I love her.

The next few episodes are generally about Setsuna’s struggle - her guilt with what she did as Eas, coming face to face with some of her past victims (though they don’t know it was her, but SHE does, and it eats at her), even coming face to face with a shadow clone monster of herself. She also struggles with befriending the other Precure, and finding her own place within their friend group. After a while, she bonds with the others, and starts slowly gaining confidence throughout the rest of the series.

At the end of the series, Moebius has been defeated, and Westar and Soular have also been redeemed. Setsuna decides to return to Labyrinth to help make it a happy place, rather than one full of misery. However, she still visits her friends in the human world often.

It’s unknown if she is still able to transform into Eas, or if she is still able to summon monsters (Westar and Soular have been shown to be able to summon good monsters called Hohoemina after their redemption, but Setsuna has never done anything like that since becoming Cure Passion.

Anyway, her character arc was incredible and I absolutely adore her. I love how she went from cruel villain to kind hero because it wasn’t just an instant flip, it took time, and it took learning, and it took healing from all of the things she did. I’m obsessed with her.

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 51

prompt: empathy/telepathy

fandoms: bnha, dc, hannibal, hq, mdzs, sherlock, tw

bnha

counting dead stars by feelingstabby

(graphic depictions of violence)

He doesn’t look like a hero, but then again not many do these days. A hand is extended, and Izuku blinks up at it with wide, dark eyes.

It looks like something new. It looks like hope.

Sometimes feeling nothing at all is better than feeling everything at once, but Izuku thinks distantly that this time he wouldn’t want to give this up for anything.

Or, with a power that lets him get lost in the void in people’s minds, Izuku struggles to learn that he can be happy too.

come home to me by aloera

“I shouldn’t have moved out of the way,” Katsuki sighs. “I should have let that fucking asshole hit us, honestly, a broken back would be better than this.”

Masochist, Eijirou thinks and, in the second right before Katsuki chokes and focuses intensely on salvaging what's left of their midnight haul, he realizes that this might be a problem.

Bakugou and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that lets them hear each others' thoughts. It goes much better (and much worse) than either of them expect.

a penny for your thoughts by cassiopeia721

(graphic depictions of violence)

How is Eri able to forgive him, to look at him like he’s a hero, when he failed her so badly for so long? If he had been stronger, faster, better with his quirk, he would have been able to get her out of their faster, save her right when she first ran into him instead of so much later. Sir Nighteye was right about him not deserving— Problem Child? comes Aizawa-sensei’s voice. He sounds tired and a bit irritated, as always, but beneath that there’s a layer of sheer incredulity. Problem Child? his voice comes again. This time Izuku finally recognizes where it’s coming from— his own head. He can feel a sharp, painful jolt of panic physically stabbing through his chest, and he can’t help but bite back an emphatic shit.

Or: While visiting Eri at the hospital following her rescue from the Shie Hassaikai, Izuku and Aizawa-sensei both run into a nurse with a telepathy based quirk, and Izuku finds himself in a telepathic bond with his teacher. This is... somewhat worrying, considering how many secrets Izuku needs to keep.

dc

borderline by TheResurrectionist

A mysterious force connects the Batfamily's minds together.

hannibal

haarlem by spqr

(mature)

“Hannibal,” he thinks he says. He gets told later that he doesn’t really say it at all, but that the entire police station—most of which is waiting outside in the rainy parking lot—hears his voice clattering around inside their skulls like someone standing on a roof banging pots and pans and screaming at the top of his lungs: HANNIBAL, HANNIBAL, HANNIBAL.

[or: rude, exhausted telepath Will Graham]

hq

A Faithful Companion by LindtLuirae

For as long as Atsumu could remember, there was another voice in his head.

quiet company by doxian

Like Kuroo does every morning, he senses Kenma before he sees him. Kenma isn’t awake yet - he’s toying with the idea of total wakefulness, his flickering consciousness brushing against the back of Kuroo’s brain.

Kuroo has started his day like this almost every day for the last 15 years of his life, and he hasn’t tired of it yet. He doubts he ever will.

mdzs

swords, i guess by victortor

Ying is a sword spirit and Jiang Cheng is his wielder. This wasn't always true.

No Compasses, No Signs by brooklinegirl

(explicit)

The old woman looks at Lan Zhan. "What's his name?"

Lan Zhan looks down at the man's pale, slack face, and presses his own hand against the cut, trying to staunch the blood flow with his glove. "Wei Ying," he says without thinking about it.

The man stirs slightly in his arms, his eyes blinking open for a moment. "Oh," he says faintly. "It's you."

Lan Zhan stares down at him, the stranger in his arms, whose name is Wei Ying. Which is something Lan Zhan knows. How does he know that? How does—he can't—this isn't—

"It's okay," Wei Ying says, reaching up to pat vaguely at Lan Zhan's face. "It's all—" His eyes slip closed again and he's limp in Lan Zhan's arms.

Yeah I Know How You Like It by phnelt

(explicit)

Lan Wangji leaned forward to lick the sweat off of Wei Wuxian’s neck. “I am fucking you,” he said as Wei Wuxian started to whine.

He took his hand away, blinking his way back into the jingshi. Lan Wangji was laying there as unruffled as ever.

“You really like the begging, huh?” Wei Wuxian said weakly.

Lan Wangji’s smile was so warm, his eyes so soft. He said, “Wei Ying’s voice is pleasing to me.”

---

Wei Wuxian can read Lan Wangji's mind. He's surprised by what he finds there.

sherlock

Empathy by Blind_Author 

John is an empath. Which isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds. Most of the time, it’s not even useful.

I See You Through by belovedmuerto

John has never asked Sherlock about his past, his childhood, the reason he quails in lonely misery almost every time he sees his brother. He’s never needed to.

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Your Heart on Your Sleeve by cywscross

Stiles is an empath, and it’s just his luck that he’s surrounded by broken people. Then again, it’s not like he has any room to talk either. Surprisingly enough, Peter helps, something neither of them realizes for a good long while.

Blue Swede by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Peter was suspicious.

Just generally, as a person. He always assumed his fellow man had impure motives until they proved otherwise, and then he still kept an eye out.

But at this particular moment, he was specifically suspicious of Derek’s new girlfriend.

He's not the only one.

Everything's Okay (I'm here; I'll find you) by finnickyfox

Peter's minding his own business, trapped in murderous grief, when a voice kicks down the door into his head, declaring everything will be alright. But what the hell does this voice know?

Apparently, a lot.

One werewolf, one telepathic bond, two comas—a classic recipe for love.

[eeveedel]

Sunday Snippet

A little snippet of my dark au I have planned for valentine’s day 🥰

(sorry for the cursed DWD content. I needed cursed house wife harry vibes)

🖤🖤🖤

“I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

At the sound of Louis’s voice, Harry poked his head out of the kitchen, still drying his hands on a dish towel. He was almost done with dishes, the pots and pans he had made tonight’s dinner and dessert in now sparkling and out to dry. He had been looking forward to plodding upstairs and tucking himself under Louis’s arm for a night of cuddling. But now Louis was standing in the front entrance of their house, outfitted in his black parka jacket and pulling his sneakers on.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, trying to keep his voice even.

The two of them went out, sometimes, when they could. Harry had requested he have the night shift off every third Friday of the month, so he and Louis could do on their date nights. Dinner, a movie or a play, sometimes a class. Watercolor painting or salsa dancing, something Harry had found on Facebook events and signed them up for.

But it was Tuesday. And Harry had definitely not planned on doing anything.

“I’m going out with Michael and Isaac, they got us a booking at an escape room. Thought it would be fun.”

“Oh,” Harry said, twisting his fingers in the hand towel. “Can I come?”

Louis laughed at that. Not mean, not loud, just a little laugh. Still, Harry’s fingers twisted in the towel.

“You hate escape rooms, babe,” Louis said.

It was true. Louis had booked them a session once for a date night, and Harry had a breakdown a half an hour in when he couldn’t get a clue right and he thought the employee who was giving him hints over the speaker was mocking him. He had screamed and banged on the door to get out and they had driven home in silence. His stomach still hurt to think about it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out tonight?” Harry said. He was trying to keep his voice even, but it was getting harder. He could feel his throat grow tight, his voice pitching up.

“I put it on the calendar.”

Louis pointed to the little dry erase calendar they kept in the front hallway, and Harry glanced at it. His own work schedule was marked down in green marker, while Louis’s was marked in dark blue. Pink were their plans together. And the rarely used purple and red were their individual plans. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had used the purple marker. But sure enough, there was a little red note on today’s square that said “Escape room, 7” on it.

When had Louis put it there? Surely Harry would have checked the calendar. Why didn’t he check. Did he just assume Louis had nothing to put down?

Harry felt his throat get tight, the back of his eyes itching like he was ready to cry. He swallowed hard.

“Putting it on the calendar is not the same as telling me.”

Louis straightened up and sighed, his smile growing a little sheepish.

“I know, I know,” Louis said.

He came over to Harry, and briefly, his heart swelled. Yes, Louis realized he was in the wrong. Yes, he wouldn’t leave now.

Louis gave him a kiss on the lips, and Harry smiled, leaning into it, letting his mouth open with it. But before he could get really into it, before he could push Louis into a wall and communicate what he really wanted, Louis pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I am,” Louis said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Louis moved back into the front hall, grabbing his keys from the little bowl on the table by the door.

Harry’s heart sank down into his stomach. Louis realized he was wrong. And he was still going.

[glaivenoct]

Sending character(s)= Noctis & Nyx

Thanks for sending one, friend! :D (Character Ask Meme here)

Once again Brina fails to answer things without rambling at least once ;u;

***Noctis***

1.) sexuality headcanon: Gay, gay. He gay. I also find ace Noct very valid. 2.) otp: NyxNoct, of course!!! <3 Shocker, I know :p 3.) brotp: Heh, this is silly but, let me die on my niche crossover hill of princely best friends Noctis & Zagreus from Hades. NoctZag? ZagNoct? Prince BFFs for life!! ;u; 4.) notp: I- imma just keep those to myself QuQ 5.) first headcanon that pops into my head: Stand by Me is actually a lullaby Aulea would sing to Noctis in the short time she spent with him when he was a baby. 6.) favorite line from this character: Hmm... that's a tough one. I'm gonna list a few lol "Dad... Trust in me." "Kings of Lucis! Come to me!" "Walk tall, my friends." "What can I say? I'm worth the wait." (my inner NyxNoct heart SCREAMED) "Talk about backseat fishing..." "Hey! I got muscle... you just can't see it." ANYTIME he nerded out in the Assasin's Festival DLC Whenever he talked to the cat at Galdin The entire scene where he meets with Cor at the first Royal Tomb

7.) one way in which I relate to this character: I, too, get overwhelmed thinking about my responsibilities that are looming on the horizon and just want to go back to a hotel room with friends and vibe and play video games while traveling to new places IsThatTooMuchToAsk :')

8.) thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I don't know if I'd necessarily say it gives me second hand embarrassment, but it mostly just makes me snicker and go "omfg you little NERD" but probably his "Sharp erryday" line. This isn't necessarily my embarrassment either, but I LOVE in the ChocoMog Festival when he follows the Moogle dance all "Huh? Like this?" and then rubs the back of his neck all shy and goes "Can't believe I just did that." *clutches chest* I just lovehimsomuch ;u;

9.) cinnamon roll or problematic fave? CINNAMON ROLL. LOOKS LIKE ONE, IS ONE, BUT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU ALL IN ONE.

***Nyx***

1.) sexuality headcanon: Listen. This man is bi as hell 2.) otp: *bangs pots and pans together* NyxNoct NyxNoct NYXNOCT 3.) brotp: There's no way I CAN'T mention Libertus and Crowe! But also, I have a soft spot for some PelNyx! Both platonic and romantic. I just think there's a lot of mutual respect and trust between them and there's part of me that wants to explore it more sometimes! 4.) notp: Again, gonna keep to myself ^^; 5.) first headcanon that pops into my head: While Nyx was given the moniker of "Hero", his own personal Hero is his Mama. He has the highest, utmost respect and love for his mother and would drop EVERYTHING to help and give her whatever she needed. She raised him right and well even if he was a troublemaker at times. Nyx looks like his Papa, but gets all the charm from his Mama! 6.) favorite line from this character: Hoh there's a few, listing them all too - "I'm worth the wait!" (HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS ONE) "To hell with your power! I'm not here for it. I only came to tell you: You are no kings." "Rule well, young king." "Besides, didn't anyone tell you? I'm the Hero around here." "What, you got wings underneath that dress?" "Nifilheim took your home. Took all our homes! Nothing will ever change that." "Give Prince Noctis my regards." 7.) one way in which I relate to this character: I think, overall, probably his sense of loyalty and selflessness.

8.) thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: HMMM, I got nothin' for this one friends ¯_(ツ)_/¯ unless maybe there was a time Nyx ripped his uniform pants because his butt was just Too Thicc. @ me all you want on that one, because it could very easily be canon if you ask me!

9.) cinnamon roll or problematic fave? What constitutes a fave being problematic though, I'm genuinely curious lol. It's funny, because I think from the perspective of OTHER CHARACTERS in FFXV, they'd dub Nyx problematic fave in a heartbeat lmao. Me personally, though? The smug cool Hero dude who, at the end of the day, thinks his life is worthless? Your honor that is my battle hardened cinnamon roll, who, SURE, can at times be a smart-mouthed trouble-making asshole. I take no criticism on this, thank you. (also if you ask me, he looks like he can kill you and will actually kill you. but still my battle hardened cinnamon roll)

[blackbird-brewster]

I hope it's not weird but i wanted to thank you for your post from 2023 about your birthday and life. It really saved me. I was at the end of my rope, I had spent hours trying to distract myself and ended up on tumblr searching #reasons to live. And your post came up. It helped so much. We're about the same age and I also planned to end it by my 20s. Meds and therapy haven't worked and I've dragged myself forward the past decade clinging to the hope it gets better...but it hasn't. But I also know I don't truly want to die, I just don't want to live in my current situation. It gave me such hope reading that you were able to explore your country and eventually find contentment and joy, all throughout such rough struggles. It made me cry, for a different reason! 😂 I haven't been brave enough to do the things you did like travel, but reading about your experiences makes me think, someday maybe I can too! Maybe there's a better place for me somewhere! So, thank you for sharing!! I hope you're still happy and well, and you keep your zest for life, have many more birthdays, and more experiences! And I saw that you write! May you create lots more fun works! I haven't draw in years but heck maybe it's time! Thanks again for the kind post and spark of resilience 💖

First off, thank you for sharing your story with me, Anon. I am infinitely glad that I get to exist in the same world as you.

I love that you can recognise the difference here 'But I also know I don't truly want to die, I just don't want to live in my current situation.' because that's such a HUGE realisation to have. I'm sorry your current situation isn't great right now, but that it doesn't mean it's going to suck forever.

In the meantime, I challenge you to pick up your artistic medium of choice today and draw something, anything. Just create something for yourself, it doesn't have to be finessed or perfect, it can just be a doodle…. just draw something for yourself today. See how that feels. Writing again has brought back my purpose in life, maybe drawing again might help you in the same way.

I am so grateful my post found you when you needed it most and I am humbled it has stayed with you. Keep it close because it really is true, it does get better. It will get better, even if it's only marginally, one step at a time, you will find your place in the world.

Until that happens, please know I'm rooting for you! I am cheering you on like a one-man band! If ever you feel like no one has your back, or that you are utterly alone in all of this, please know that's a lie because I'm right here, banging pots and pans together while screaming into the void YOU MATTER! I SEE YOU AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE! I AM SO LUCKY TO SHARE THE WORLD WITH YOU!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! YOU CAN DO THIS! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!

[asshlyyyy]

Daily Struggles (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

So, I don’t remember how this came to mind... but it turned out really nice. I do imagine this with 60s Elvis, and I do think I mention it within the fic as well. You can imagine this with 50s Elvis as well. 70s Elvis... I don’t think he would fit that will within this one. 

Anyways, this is for my people who have daily struggles, hence the name. I know a lot of people are going through rough times... these struggles may not appoint to you exactly, but it gives you a nice idea about how a comfort character would be around such things. 

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of mental and physical disabilities, swearing, spelling and grammatical errors

Word Count: 1.5k

In life, you held a lot of struggles that you had to deal with daily. While the list can go on and on, and could even create a... novel of its own, you learned to live with it. Generally, it wasn't so bad... but you had some rough days once in a while.

You sighed as you closed the front door for the hundredth time today. You weren't sure why Elvis always invited his friends and family over when he didn't even go out to socialize. They were loud and rowdy. Hyperacusis was one of those struggles that you dealt with on a daily. 

Hyperacusis is a disorder in loudness perception. So, to make it more understandable... certain sounds can sound louder and will cause an intense pain to your eardrums. So, banging pots and pans together... it's already pretty loud right? Times that by a lot more... That's what you deal with. 

Voices were... they can be hit or miss. When a lot of people are talking all at once... that was bad. If people were yelling, and yelling at each other well. That was even worse. Now, it wasn't as bad as it was when Elvis was in his early twenties. He still often times had friends and family over when he wasn't busy filming.

You've known Elvis for quite some time, and the two of you didn't get together until he returned from the army. It has been a few years now, and you honestly couldn't be happier. He made you insanely happy and helped you with your many struggles.

"Elvis, why invite them if you aren't gonna talk to them?" You asked him as you moved over to the livening room. Elvis looked up from his guitar and his blue eyes found your own.

"I just like them being here, ya know? It's like when we sit in silence but it's enjoyable because we're together." Elvis explained. You let out a hummed and sat next to him. You wrapped your arm around his waist and pressed your lips against his cheek.

"I get what you mean, but they can get loud." You brought up to him as you ran your fingers through his hair. You combed out the light knots that had formed. 

"I know, honey, 'm sorry." He said gently as he placed his guitar on the coffee table. "I can tell them to leave?"

"No no," you shook your head gently, "it's okay. Just as long as they keep it outside." 

"If they get too much, let me know okay?" Elvis stated while he turned his attention to you. Your lips curled into a smile and you nodded. You rested your head against his shoulders and closed your eyes gently.

"You all right?" He asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you. You nodded slowly and moved so that you were sitting on his lap.

"'m just... having an off day is all. I'm okay though." You explained and looked into his eyes. Elvis searched for any signs of lies and smiled softly.

"'m sorry, darlin'. I hope ya day will get better."

"It is, just wanna be near you." You said softly and rested your head once again n his shoulder. Elvis nodded and rubbed the small of your back. You hummed and closed your eyes.

Elvis had quite a lavish life, and you knew that from when you first met him. Then, when you got together you realized just how much more there was to it. Sure, you got to live in a beautiful house, and get... well... just about everything you wanted. 

There were a few times when you went to watch Elvis play, but due to your hyperacusis, you couldn't go to the much larger ones. He had screaming fans, and they often screamed and pushed just to get a taste of Elvis. That was another reason why you didn't like to go. He did kiss his fans and while it hurt, you knew it meant nothing.

Yet, there will always be that back thought pushed way deep, super deep down, that now day... one day Elvis would cheat... and he would leave you. You thought this way mostly because he is famous. He is traveling quite a bit, and you guys often time spend weeks away from each other. 

Those were the rough days. Of course, you still had his family around, and your friends came around, but you missed Elvis. You missed his talks, his singing, his comforts. Just everything about him. He became such an important part of your daily life, that when he's gone... it sucks. 

"Hey, E.P!" Cousin Billy stormed into the house. He turned his head from side to side before he spotted the pair on the couch. "You got to take us down to the theater. Buy the whole place out!"

"Billy, now don' ya start!" Elvis called back out to him. You let out a light sigh and pulled away. You stood up and picked up a few lost things and returned them back to their space.

"There's a new movie out that everyone is dyin' to see! Come on man!" Billy continued to try and convince Elvis. He shook his head in response and shook his head.

"I've been home for a goddamn day, Billy. I don' want to watch movies. That's all I've been doin'." Elvis pointed out as he reached for his glass of water. One that he poured him only twenty minutes ago. 

"You've been starring in them, not watching them." Billy decided to return. "Don' be a fuckin' smartass." 

"You don't even have to watch the movie! Just pay out the theater! Come on please." Billy just begged and begged. He sounded like a child at this point. All the begging over one movie. Just go to the drive-in. 

"Billy, there ain't no way Elvis is wasting his hard-earned money just for you lot to watch a damn movie. He will not be spending money on things he will not enjoy, so either you accept his response and stay, or leave. Your choice." You spoke up. Your hip was popped to the side, and your hand rested on it. 

"Ya heard her," Elvis waved Billy off, who in return sighed and left the house. You smiled softly and looked at Elvis. 

You were proud of him honestly. You knew he loved to spend his money. He would gift people cars for god's sake. Sure, renting out a theater was way cheaper than buying a car... he shouldn't waste his money if he wasn't going to stay and watch the movie itself. 

"'m proud of ya, darlin'." Elvis stated as he stood up. You felt your face heat up as he walked over to you.

"It was nothing," you shrugged it off. Elvis shook his head and placed his hands on your waist. You let out a soft hum at his touch. 

"You just told off Billy. Ya hardly tell people off." He mentioned. It wasn't like he wasn't right. You did hardly tell people off unless they really deserved it. Billy well... he didn't deserve it just right then and now. 

"I told you I just wanted to spend the day with you. Plus, he was dragging mud in the house." You pointed it out to him. Elvis chuckled lightly and shook his head, still not believing you.

"Mkay, let me go kick 'em out. Then it's just us, yeah?" Elvis suggested. You nodded slowly. You know you disagreed beforehand when he offered, but now you wanted that more than nothing. 

'Yeah," you spoke softly, "I'd like that." Elvis nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He pulled away and walked out of the house. You let out a breath and walked over to the couch.

You sat down and laid down. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. You could go on and on about how many issues you struggled with. Before you and Elvis officially got together, you struggled much more than you did now. You especially didn't like that you were suffering from such issues. 

You felt like you were a burden. There was no way you were just pushed onto this earth just to suffer. Elvis showed you that you were much more than your disabilities. He made you learn to love them, and well... you never did. Why love something that causes you pain? It just makes no sense. 

You got drained at random moments, you teared up at certain moments for no reason. You were overly emotional and felt yourself cry for simple things. Not to mention the noise thing again but-  then there were the tics. Now, you were lucky that you didn't have them so often, but they were still a burden.

You heard the front door open and close and opened your eyes. You turned your body so that you can look towards the entrance, and watched Elvis come over to you. You smiled at him weakly and he made a motion with his hands. You pushed yourself up and watched as he moved behind you. He wrapped his arm around you and kisses the top of your head. 

Maybe at the end of the day... your daily struggles weren't so bad. Especially when you had Elvis around to help you.

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[hotwings0203]

Dead best husband dabi expects his wife to come home make him dinner and fuck his cock then spends the money she makes on beer

Tw:dubcon, misogyny, food play

It’s a tedious routine, almost like dreadful clockwork. You come home from your 9-5, take off your shoes, throw your keys on the counter, and not even before you make it into the kitchen is when his requests come out.

No, you say requests to keep yourself sane, but they’re actually thinly veiled commands.

“Where’s dinner? I’ve been waiting all day.”

“God, you look like a slut. Were they having an orgy at your work or somethin’? Is that what you were so busy doing all day? No wonder this place is a mess. Clean this shit up.”

“Hurry up, the lights broken. And you smell like shit, go wash-no, after you change the bulb.”

You have to look at your wedding photos frequently to remind yourself that he’s your husband, not some lowlife you picked up.

Except, every time you look at the pictures to evade his harsh insults and biting directions, it feels like the Dabi in your memorabilia sneers more and more rather than smiles.

It’s his permanent look, in fact, you’ve forgotten how it felt to feel a warmth in your heart when he smiled demurely at you. It’s hard to remember how his soft touch across your cheeks felt rather than the usual slap delivered to the sore skin.

When you walk in, he’s sprawled on the couch, a t.v remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s wearing a wife beater and shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls when you utter a small “Hey hun.”

“Don’t you ‘hey hun’ me. Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and immediately make your way to the kitchen, with him leaping up from the couch and tailing behind you.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, what, you ignoring me now?”

He grabs the back of your neck and slams you face-first into the fridge, preventing you from opening the door.

“Ow! No, I was just looking for a snack-“

“-shut up. You don’t get to eat until I do, you cow. Or are you forgetting how this marriage works?”

He crushes your neck and leans forward to take a whiff of your hair.

“God, is that cologne? You cheating on me now?”

“No Dabi, we had a company lunch and I was just talking to some friends. Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.”

He lets go of you and throws you towards the sink. “Good. You better not be. If I find out some douchebag’s been putting his hands all over you I’ll slit his balls and make you eat em’.”

You grimace and wordlessly start putting pots and pans together, ignoring the rumble in your stomach. You didn’t even get a chance to take your suit off, but you don’t dare exit the kitchen until he’s had his fill yet.

He’s just hangry. That’s all there is to it.

Your husband scratches his stomach and ambles back to the living room, belching obnoxiously and running his hands through his unruly hair.

Hours go by as you slave over the stove, making his favorite desserts and dishes as your fingers begun to progressively cramp, your legs begin to burn as you stand and finish up. With him in the living room it’s easy to taste your own food and get some meager meal in between breaks, but you stop yourself from gorging without him.

Knowing Dabi, he’d measure how many cups of food you started cooking with and subtract it from how much remained now.

Even though it was your money that bought this food.

You’re at the sink a while later cleaning spoons when he strolls in again, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the kitchen. He watches you for a couple minutes, sighing and humming to yourself as you scrub vigorously.

He doesn’t take in the copious amount of dishes you made, he doesn’t compliment how spotless the place looks despite all the cooking that went down here, no. Dabi stares at the way your ass wiggles while you work, the way your body bends attractively over the running sink, your tits brushing against the countertop.

You yelp and drop a small plate when you feel hands encompass your waist. His body is pressed tightly against yours, his hips lightly humping you like an eager virgin does. The force of his weight against you pushed you forward and you have to quickly grab onto the sink spout to avoid falling face first into soggy sink food.

“Dinners almost done Dabi, I’ll be out with it in a bit.”

“Mmmh, I’m not interested in eating that kind of food right now.”

He rests his head on top of yours and you barely refrain from screaming. What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he the one harping on you earlier for not cooking fast enough?

“God, you look like a perfect slutty housewife right now. ‘M gonna fuck you.” He mutters as he begins yanking your trousers off while bending you further on the sink.

Your hands brace on the wet banister as you let him take what he wants. Last time you refused, he shoved one of his beer bottle necks into your pussy and made you ride on it.

“Dabi-Dabi, the food.” You try to tell him to move the dishes being pushed around from him manhandling you up on the counter but he doesn’t listen.

One plate goes crashing onto the floor, your Alfredo sauce mixed with porcelain bits.

“Oops,” he says not so regretfully. When your panties are successfully ripped down, he lifts your waist and lugs you onto the countertop, your upper half plastered on the cool marble.

His patched hands snake their way up your shirt and push the fabric up along with your bra while his now naked hips start pushing against your bare cunt.

Your exposed tits are squished down and you hiss as your body envelopes the cold counter. You try to lift your head up but he pushes you head back down.

“Uh-uh, no moving ‘till I’m finished. This is what you get for dropping food on the ground. In fact-“

His eyes catch a hold of the mini cakes you whipped up, and a sly grin on his face erupts as he looks from them to your quivering hole.

“Why don’t you have a taste of it? One down, a couple more plates to go!” You cry out in frustration as his hand swipes across the bar and sends the cake dish flying onto the floor.

He pays no heed to the defeating crash, just merely inspects his fingers that got some whipped cream on them while he smack the plate.

“A chef’s gotta taste her own cooking right? This cunt definitely looks hungry and oh so greedy right now too,” he pouts mockingly and traces his cream-covered fingers around your labia, roughly circling your clit and mixing the sweet food into the crevices of your pussy.

“P-please Dabi, don’t. We can do this after dinner, I’m so tired right now! I have to clean up this mess too!”

But no amount of pleading satiates the sadistic bastard. He just yanks your head back and shoves his fingers in your mouth when you open it in pain.

“Suck on ‘em real good, just like how you suck off your bosses. That’s how you get all this fuckin’ money right? You show a little ass, flash some tits, suck some old geezers off-and boom! You’ve got a nice house, and nice husband.” He leers at you as you choke on his slender digits.

Only when you feel like you’re about to vomit is when he yanks his hand out and wipes up another stray glob of frosting from the side of a testing plate. He doesn’t waste any time in working his fingers back inside you, a different hole this time however.

It feels so wrong with a massive creamy glob being pushed along your walls along with expert fingers that know your body inside out, but no matter how disgusting it is, he still finds your spongy area and begins stroking. The smooth filling glides up and down your g-spot as the pads of his fingers batter your sloppy pussy, and in no time you begin moaning.

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi, fuck, please,-“

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi,” he mocks cruelly, pinching your clit and squeezing your squished nipples as he pulls his fingers out right at the tip of your climax.

You try to turn around and plead for release but he doesn’t let you. Without missing a beat he takes his bricked up cock in hand and taps it on your ass before gliding in your weeping, cream covered pussy.

The moan you let out is so lewd that even a pornstar would be proud. You hate him, hate this marriage, hate the way he orders you around and looks down on you regardless of how you shower him with love and money.

But holy fuck, when his mushroom tip bangs against your womb like that and drags up and down your sensitive cavern you forget all the abuse.

Back and forth, up and down, sideways and forwards is the way you feel fucked. For someone who just sits on the couch all day you wonder how someone with such frame could fuck like a stallion, barely missing a beat.

“Hah, haaa fuck, you little whore, yeah, bring that ass back on Daddy, show him what you show those creepy fucks at work.” He pants and strikes your ass as you ricochet off his pelvis, his balls slapping your sticky labia.

You whine and try to wriggle out of his intrusion when he sneers the insult, but he merely cages you in between his arms and hunches over your bare body, pumping into you faster than before.

Your open jaw clacks as your tongue drops out in pleasure, his animalistic grunts and curses going straight into your ear and sending you over the edge.

He cums before you, groaning and dropping his dead weight over your suffocated body, not bothering to aid in your pathetic rubbing against his deflating dick.

“A little bit more, please Dabi? I’m so close honey-“

His fingers twitch next to you as he regains himself, exhaling through puffed up cheeks and yawning widely.

“Shut up. You don’t deserve to get off after the mess you made here.”

He peels his sweat-soaked body off of yours and tucks himself back into his pants, regarding the mess on the floor.

All your hard work, gone within a few minutes of ruthless fucking. Which you didn’t even get off to.

He fishes out a crumpled $10 from his musty shorts and throws it at your face like a cheap hooker would take.

“Here. Buy some Plan B and get me some beer. And you better not leave before serving me some fucking food, useless bitch.”

[hwxnghyynjin]

Massacre

Pairing: niki x enhypen x reader Genre: horror, angst Warnings: character death, gore, horror themes, demonic possession Words: 2,688 Taglist: @0423s @jojayke @jaylaxies @puphee @hee-pster

Sequel to Behind Closed Doors

Sunrays shone through Ni-ki’s curtain as he opened his eyes, feeling exhausted. It felt like he hadn't slept for weeks, his whole body aching. He slowly got out of bed, his hair a mess. He rubbed his eyes before stretching, and walked out of his room. He pattered his feet down the stairs, hearing pots and pans clanging in the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen, seeing his parents preparing breakfast. His mother was standing by the oven, making pancakes, while his father was making cups of coffee. Ni-ki’s presence was known as he yawned, his parents turning around to look at him. “Hey, son. I hope you’re hungry cause I accidentally made too many pancakes”, his mother said, earning a light chuckle from his father. Ni-ki sat down at the table, as a plate full of pancakes was placed in front of him.

He grabbed a knife and fork and dug into the pancakes. As he was about to take a bite, the smell made him gag. He felt the urge to throw up as he dropped the cutlery. “Ni-ki?”, his father asked as Ni-ki ran out of the kitchen and upstairs. He ran straight into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as he started throwing up in the toilet. 

His parents ran after him, hearing him throwing up in the bathroom. His father tried opening the door, but it was no use. He knocked on the door a few times before calling their son. “Ni-ki? Open the door please, we want to make sure you’re ok”, his father sounded rather calm, unlike his mother who was panicking. “Son, please open the door. We’re worried about you”, his mother said, hoping the door would open. 

Ni-ki continued throwing up in the toilet, blood continuing to spurt out of his mouth. He was crying as his whole body hurt. His parents continued asking him to open the door, or at least tell them he was ok, and he was starting to get frustrated. He doesn’t know why, they’re only worried about him. He didn’t think before he started yelling. 

“Just leave me alone for fucks sake”, he yelled, his voice sounding deeper than usual. He didn’t sound like himself, his voice sounded demonic. He looked at his hands as claws started growing out of his fingers, blooding coating his finger tips. He screamed out of pain and fear, shaking his head. He looked down at his hands again, his fingers looking normal. 

You were just hallucinating Ni-ki, stop being so paranoid

He doesn’t know how long he was in the bathroom for, but the knocking on the door soon turned into banging, getting louder each time. He covered his ears as he was sobbing uncontrollably, wanting all this to be a dream. He curled up into a ball on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth.

He soon felt a pair of arms wrapping around him, making him jump. He looked up and saw it was only his mother, wrapping his arms around her as he cried into her chest, like he did early hours of the morning after his nightmare.

A few hours passed after that, and everything seemed normal again. Ni-ki got dressed and was about to head out on his bike before his father stopped him. “If anything like that happens again, I-i don’t know, just talk to us, kid, ok? Especially after what happened”, his father said, tears in his eyes. Ni-ki just nodded, not feeling any sort of emotion seeing tears in his fathers eyes, for some reason he doesn’t know why. He’s just very confused. 

He opened the door and slammed it behind him, grabbing his bike. He got on it and started cycling along the path, heading towards the park to meet the others.

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He arrived at the park, seeing his friends sitting on the grass, laughing together. Seeing them laughing together made him feel… angry? He went up to them, making his presence known. y/n was the first one to look at him, smiling. “Hey, Ni-ki. Wow, no offense, but you look like shit”, she said as she saw the dark circles under his eyes. He just rolled his eyes as he sat down, leaving his bike with the others.

They were talking about the time Jay fell flat on his face, Ni-ki not really paying attention as he was caught up in his own thoughts. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, the exorcism worked, why was he still feeling like the way he was? 

He suddenly felt a poke on his arm, looking at Jake who was sitting next to him. “Are you ok?”, he asked, Ni-ki’s eyes going to Jake’s thigh. He wasn’t wearing a cast anymore, which he was confused about, but a part of him was glad. Ni-ki then looked at Jake in the eyes, and smiled, nodding his head. Though the smile wasn’t his usual smile. Jake felt uncomfortable seeing his smile, but he didn’t say anything, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.

He decided to lie down on the grass, looking up to the sky, seeing the clouds moving above him. Everyone didn’t pay any mind to him, continuing to talk to one another. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Except that turned into him falling asleep, something he didn’t want to do.

Flashes of horror ran through his mind, bloodshed and fire surrounding him. Pictures of his nightmare started showing up again, seeing his friends dead on the floor in front of him, Ni-ki covered in blood- but not his own. It was the blood of his friends. There was a knife in his right hand, clutching the blade, cutting the flesh of his hand. He didn’t even flinch as blood ran down his arm, a smirk forming on his face. He started laughing manically, his body shaking. 

“Ni-ki, wake up!”, his body was being shook, as Ni-ki’s eyes flew open, seeing Jay hovering above him. “You were muttering in your sleep. Something about us”, Jay said, not wanting to say anything else, too scared to see Ni-ki’s reaction. He helped Ni-ki up, holding his hand. “How long was I asleep for?”, he asked, rubbing his eyes. “About an hour. We decided to leave you there as we knew that you must have been exhausted”, Jay explained. Ni-ki actually didn’t want to fall asleep and he was pissed, but he didn’t say anything as he nodded. 

“Ok, where do you guys wanna go now? I’m craving some ice cream”, Heeseung said, hoping the others would agree. Everyone cheered at hearing the mention of ice cream, grabbing their bikes. Ni-ki grabbed his too and followed his friends out of the park. He didn’t want to tell them about what happened this morning, not wanting to ruin their day. 

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They arrived at the ice cream shop, leaving their bikes outside. They all went in, one by one, looking at the different ice cream flavours. “Ok, what do you guys want? I’ll pay”, Heeseung said, grabbing his wallet out of his pocket. He struggled because of the cast on his other arm, so y/n decided to help him, giving him a small smile before kissing his cheek.

Ni-ki waited while everyone else chose their ice cream flavour, sitting on a chair. “Ni-ki, what do you want?”, Heeseung asked, looking over at Ni-ki. “Uhhh I’m not hungry, thanks”, he said, smiling half-heartedly at him. In all honesty, he was hungry, but whenever he smelt food, he felt sick. Food didn’t smell right to him at the moment, and it terrified him.

Everyone got their ice cream, happily eating the sweet goodness as Ni-ki just stared into space. He was soon brought back to reality as he saw everyone starting to leave the ice cream shop, following them outside. 

The sun continued to shine in the sky, birds chirping in the distance as everyone ate their ice cream, sitting on a bench. Ni-ki wanted to make a conversation with someone, literally any of them, but he just couldn’t. Every time he tried to say something, he hesitated. He got more and more frustrated, tugging his hair in his hands. 

“Woah, woah, Ni-ki if you keep doing that, you’re going to end up bald”, Jay said, stopping Ni-ki from tugging on his hair. Ni-ki suddenly stood up, making everyone flinch. He left without another word, grabbing his bike and pedalling away, going further and further into the distance. Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with the younger.

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Ni-ki got home quickly, putting his bike away and banging on the front door. The door opened after a few minutes, revealing his mother as he barged past her. “Hey! Don’t just barge past me, young man”, his mother sounded annoyed, contrasting to what she sounded like this morning. Ni-ki rolled his eyes and continued walking, about to head up the stairs, when his father stopped him. “Hey, your mother is talking to you. I don’t know what’s gotten into you and yes, we’re worried about you,, but don’t treat your mother like that”, his father said sternly, narrowing his eyes.

The look in Ni-ki’s eyes terrified his father, his eyes full of anger. The house was silent for a few moments, Ni-ki lost in thought. He stood there, staring at his father as his parents wondered what his next move was going to be.

Suddenly, Ni-ki screamed out of nowhere, pushing his father, the force making him go backwards. His back hit against a wall, dropping to the floor. He groaned out of pain, slowly getting up off the floor, but he felt a foot on his back, making him land on the floor again.

“Ni-ki, what are you doing?! Stop this, now”, his father boomed, making Ni-ki laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, but you really think I’m your son? No, I haven’t been your son for a long time. Ni-ki is dead”, his voice sounded demonic, Ni-ki’s voice no longer there as it was replaced with something else. His mother stood in the corner, her body frozen, as she watched Ni-ki- or whoever it was that had taken over him- pick her husband’s body up. “STOP! PLEASE!”, she cried, not even thinking before she yelled.

She soon regretted it as ‘Ni-ki’ looked over at her, his once brown eyes now replaced with white. She gasped as he smirked at her. “I thought the exorcism worked!”, she yelled. “Oh please, I wanted to make you all believe it worked. I never left”, he said and claws grew out of his fingers, his hand going straight through her husband’s chest, ripping out his heart. His body dropped to the floor, his now lifeless body being surrounded by his own blood. ‘Ni-ki’ smirked as he held the bloody heart in his hand, blood starting to drip down his arm.

‘His’ mother screamed as she saw her now dead husband on the floor, tears streaming down her face. ‘Ni-ki- just looked at her as he walked away, disappearing somewhere in the house. 

She noticed Ni-ki’s phone on the floor. It must have fallen out of his pocket. She picked it up and ran into the kitchen, closing the door behind her carefully so as to not make a noise. She went through his contacts, dialling the first number she saw, which was Jay’s.

Jay and the others were cycling around the streets, laughing with each other as Sunghoon nearly fell off his bike. His phone suddenly rang, making him stop to answer it. “Who is it?”, y/n asked. “It’s Ni-ki”, Jay answered, answering the phone immediately. “Ni-ki, where- oh hi Mrs Nishimura. Are you alright? What’s going on? Ni-ki has what? No, that can’t be, the exorcism worked, I saw it happen. Miss Nishimura, are you there? Hel- FUCK”, the last thing he heard was the sound of her screaming until everything went quiet. 

“What the fuck happened?!”, Heeseung asked, hearing the distant sound of screaming over the phone. “I have no idea. The exorcism worked, we saw it happen, for fucks sake. I think we need to go to Ni-ki’s house, now!”, Jay said, not giving them the chance to answer before he turned around, going straight to their house, the others following him.

At the Nishimura house, Mrs Nishimura was on the phone to Jay, not knowing the door was slowly opening behind her. She was grabbed by the ankles, screaming for her dear life. She could hear the distant voice of Jay in the background until she couldn’t hear him anymore. She continued screaming as she was dragged into a room, her hands holding on to the door frame, but her hands slipped as the door was slammed. 

She was put on her back as ‘Ni-ki’ climbed on top of her. She tried pushing him off her but it was no use. He started hitting her, his claws digging into her flesh as she was screaming bloody murder. Blood started splashing on the walls, the once white walls turning bloodstained. He slashed his claws all over her body, claw marks being left on her skin. He shoved his hand through her chest, ripping her heart out. He got off her and turned around, ready to leave the room. He smirked as he clicked his fingers, blood and flesh going everywhere as her body split into tiny pieces.

‘Ni-ki’ left the house, not bothering to wipe the blood off him as he saw the others nearing the house. “Ni-ki, what the hell are you doing? Why is there blood on your face? Actually, I don’t want to know”, Jay said, suddenly feeling scared. ‘Ni-ki’ just smiled at them, the same smile that made Jake uncomfortable as he stared at them. The others started getting uncomfortable as he just stood there, staring at them. 

“Well? Are you just going to stand there or are you going to tell us what the fuck is going on?”, Jay said sounding annoyed. ‘Ni-ki’ began to smirk as he took a step forward, making the others take a step back. “You’re not scared of me, are you? Your best friend?”, he said, scoffing. “You’re literally covered in blood and guts, what do you expect”, Heeseung said, the others nodding. ‘Ni-ki’ clicked his tongue in his mouth as he clicked his fingers, making the others pass out.

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‘Ni-ki’ was back in the house, seeing his dead friends in front of him. His hands were covered in blood, so were his clothes. The dead bodies of his friends were all over the place, scattered. The once loud house that was full of screams and pleads telling him to stop was now replaced with quiet, dead silence.

The once clean house now looked like a blood bath, blood everywhere. ‘Ni-ki’ started walking through the dead bodies, standing in front of Jay. It looked like he was still breathing. His eyes opened as he was barely breathing, lifting a hand up. “P-please stop”, he pleaded. It was like his nightmare, but this time, it was actually happening. 

He grabbed Jay by his t-shirt, dragging him along the floor. He yelled for him to stop, kicking his feet. He dragged him into a room, slamming the door behind him. The once dark room was full of light, as Jay was slammed against the wall, a hand wrapped around his throat. He gasped for air, his stomach in pain from where he was kicked numerous times. 

“W-why are y-ou doing this?”, Jay asked, his words coming out quiet. ‘Ni-ki’ laughed at the question, looking Jay dead in the eyes. “Because everyone needs to burn. I want this whole planet to burn beneath my feet. I want to create a bloodbath, everyone deserves to suffer”, he said before he snapped Jay’s neck, ripping his body in two.

‘Ni-ki’ dropped his dead body, leaving the room. He saw the dead bodies on the floor, smirking as he was proud of his work. He walked over them, leaving the house. He kept on walking, his feet moving on their own.

That was the start of his massacre.

[cornfieldsrambles]

Like just to recap (and this is just the tip of the iceberg):

Infinity Train Book 5 (with a fully finalised script) is axed because CN “didn’t think anyone would watch it” (fans proceeded to make the show trend on Twitter about eight million times in protest. this achieved nothing.) Like seriously the entire script is already written and finalised and the story is literally right there sitting in someone’s office. Like it PHYSICALLY EXISTS and it’s just SITTING THERE

Final Space is cancelled ON A CLIFFHANGER

HBO Max pulls their bs after the Discovery merger and just. Deletes all their animated shows. Including some that aren’t available ANYWHERE ELSE (legally).

The Cuphead Show gets its first season split into three for no reason and is currently floating around in not-quite-cancelled limbo while the fandom and crew are BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER, practically SCREAMING to get the show renewed

Inside Job gets cancelled despite already having had more seasons ordered

Dead End Paranormal Park gets cancelled not a week later - again, ON A CLIFFHANGER

I’m too tired someone else give me more that I missed

Look at all the incredible animated shows canceled recently and then look at Velma.

[capaimagines]

got7 - you flinching during an argument

Pairing: GOT7 x Reader | Genre: angst, fluff | Warnings: swearing, BamBam’s get’s a little suggestive at the end | WC: 1.6k

Oh! A got7 reaction to you flinching during an argument! Or any group you’d like! I Stan them all

Im Jaebeom

After about an hour or two of constant yelling and screaming at each other about the pettiest of things like not spending time together, did he only become more frustrated. He knew you didn't mean it either, you were tired and stressed and just wanted to be by your side, as much as he did for you too. Out of anger and frustration, Jaebeom ran his fingers through his dark locks as he took a long sigh. You didn't really know why, but it was probably due to you being so worked up that the moment his hand raised to touch his hair, you flinched and took a few steps back. Jaebeom happened to notice the steps you took back and he felt his heart break at the sight. He was hurt as much as he was confused.

"You don't think-," He sighed, trying to figure out the right thing to say, "Do you really think that I'd do something like that?

You felt terrible, you knew that he would never hurt you so you don't know why you even flinched in the first place, you hated yourself for making him doubt himself for that split second. You couldn’t help but let the tears fill your eyes as you shook your head aggressively, “No! Not at all! I don’t know why I did that. We w-were just so angry and I don’t know!” You covered your face with your hands and Jaebeom sighed, pulling you into his embrace as he kissed the crown of your head, gently rubbing your back.

“I’d never do that to you, Y/N. Ever. You know me better than I know myself, silly,” He’d whisper into your ear as he held you tight, regretting the fight that happened in the first place.

Mark Tuan

The two of you had been arguing for what felt like hours and no matter how hard you tried to stop or he did, one of you would always come back with a comment that stirred the other. Originally Mark was meant to join you on a trip for the weekend because of a family member's wedding. However, unfortunately he wasn't able to get the time off and his work had only notified him today that his request had been denied. From all your pent up anger and frustration you had begun to tell him and told him that if he didn't want to go in the first place, he should have told you instead of doing it on purpose and waiting so long to ask for a vacation.

Out of frustration, Mark had thrown his hands in the air. You yelped and flinched, slightly cowering away. Heart pumping fast, Mark stared at you with guilt laced in his features. He knew of your past and what had happened before you two met and he hated himself for thinking so carelessly in that moment.

“Y/N!” He hissed out, hurt and shocked all at the same time. “I would never do that, I’m not him.” 

You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist and hummed. “I-I know, I know you're not. I’m sorry.”

“You don't need to be, baby. I'm sorry too,” He murmured.

Jackson Wang

“Can you please just stop for a second!” Jackson bellowed, gripping on to your arms. It wasn’t tight, it was gentle despite the frustration you were both feeling. You saw another woman drop him off at home today that you didn’t recognize as his manager or part of his company and you couldn't help but think of the worst as you flipped at him.

You had spent the last five minutes stomping through the kitchen, accusing him of cheating on you and having the audacity to let the woman drop him home while banging the pots and pans you were pulling out to make yourself dinner. Jackson had grabbed on to you to keep you from banging more pans and to have you stop and let him explain. However, you had tensed and immediately tried to push him away.

“Let go! Let go! Don’t touch me! Don’t!” You shouted, eyes squeezed shut and tears spilling over. Jackson immediately let go, stepping back and giving you your space before he fell to the floor, hugging your middle as you sobbed. He didn’t know what was going on or what had happened.

It seemed you two had much more to talk about than the new manager he had just hired today.

Park Jinyoung

“All I asked was for us to have a nice dinner tonight and you couldn’t even come back on time for that!” You shouted in anger at Jinyoung, who was growing increasingly frustrated at the argument that was going on between the two of you. He had come home late from work, again. He couldn’t help that the shoot had run over, but he also couldn’t just leave. It was his job and you knew that.

“You were probably with her!” You accused angrily and he scoffed, bringing his hands up to run them over his face. You flinched in confusion as you held your breath, staring at him with wide eyes full of fear. 

“God! How many times do I have—Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?!” He took a step closer to you but you took one back. 

“D-Don’t come near me,” You struggled to get out. Jinyoung felt his heart crack a little, but stayed where he was. His dark eyes bore into yours.

“I would never hurt you, Y/N. There is no reason for you to be scared of me," He said as he held his hand out for you to take.

Choi Youngjae

If there was anything Youngjae hated in this world it was when you gave him the silent treatment. When you didn’t even want to scream and shout at him, it wasn't worth the fight in your opinion. So that's when he knew he really messed up, “Y/N, please! Just talk to me!” He whined, throwing his hand out to grab your wrist. You flinched almost immediately, taking a step back and swinging your arm up to your chest and holding it there.

Youngjae frowned, looking at you in disbelief, “Did you really just flinch?” He questioned to which you didn’t say anything at first, only glaring at him, “You know I would never do that, Y/N. Ever," His words came out harsh but you knew that was only because he was hurt. Sighing, you scrunched your eyes tightly and lowered your arm.

“I know. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't mean to upset you like that and make you feel any different about yourself."

BamBam

One thing you absolutely hated more than anything in the world was fighting with BamBam. You two rarely fought and were pretty good at being able to communicate calmly when the other had done something to upset or frustrate the other. Today, however, you had a long day at work and your patience had run out. All you had asked BamBam to do was run to the store to pick up the ingredients you needed for dinner with your parents which was in a few days.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I had a meeting at the company today and I haven’t had time to go! Why is this such an issue?!” He threw his hands up and froze when he heard the sharp intake of breath from you. Your hands were slightly trembling and immediately he felt stupid for doing that. He knew of your past relationship and how there were still certain things that triggered you, especially when you were consumed with emotions.

“Hey, baby,” He said, walking towards you slowly. You stared up at him with glossy eyes, “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry. C’mere,"  He opened his arms and waited for you to walk into them. You did—slowly—but you did and he sighed in relief once you did.

 “Go shower and we can go to the store together, okay?” You nodded and kissed his cheek, apologizing for being so mad. He only smiled at you and lightly smacked your ass.

“All is forgiven. Now go clean up so I can dirty you later," He teased, to which you chuckled lightly. He had a habit of trying to make you laugh after situations like these.

Kim Yugyeom

Yugyeom was staring at you in shock. One minute the two of you were yelling at each other, then the next you were pressed against the wall and staring at him as if he was some kind of monster. All Yugyeom had done was raise his hand to pull open the cabinet, but you had panicked and screamed at him to stop as you pressed yourself against the wall. Like you were trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Your relationship was fairly new, you had yet to tell him about your childhood, about your parents. He had no idea. You stared at him with teary eyes and took a few deep breaths before you spoke. “I-I’m sorry, I t-think we should talk,” He didn’t move towards you, but he didn’t back away either.

"I don't really know what to say right now," He sighed, playing with his hands," But when you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be on the couch.”

[ela-loomis]

Wdym if we want more hcs of michael literally there's not enough of them pls serve us miss mister

🥺🥺🥺 i'm so happy people actually want them lol

A Random Mix of Michael Myers HCs

- MICHAEL HEADBUTTS AS A FORM OF AFFECTION. Not like the full on forehead slamming kind, I mean the very soft cat-like kind. But yes. He will bump his forhead against yours very gently to tell you he loves you. I will die with this headcanon.

- He’s clingy but he hates it. He will wrap himself all around you like an octopus when you’re sleeping, but as soon as he’s awake he’s gonna be out of the bed before you can open your eyes and see him being soft.

- This is so weird and specific but I witnessed this moment between my grandparents and it’s been sitting in the back of my brain banging pots and pans together for two weeks If you’re ever cooking and you’re at risk of burning yourself (like if you’re holding out a spoon and you’re about to spill the liquid in it) he will absolutely reach out and let himself get burnt to keep it from getting on you :((((

- When he decides he loves you, expect the most ridiculous pattern of kindness and avoidance to appear. He’ll like, randomly do the laundry for you while you’re busy, and then he’ll leave the house until you go to bed to avoid you thanking him. 

- If you do manage to catch him mid-escape attempt and thank him, his shoulders will tense up and he’ll hit you with a look that screams ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, unhand me you fool’ but he will absolutely think about your smile and sweet words for the next, like, week.

- If you own a cat, congratulation on adopting a second one! He’ll act like he hates the cat at first, but before long they’ll be best buddies, and you’ll walk into the den one day to find them giving you identical unamused looks. 

- He puts milk in his bowl before cereal. I just know it.

- Michael will absolutely not celebrate Halloween with you, but he will hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. How sweet, right? WRONG, he’s only doing it because he knows most of the kids will run screaming from him, and he’ll get all the candy to himself. 

- His favourite thing to do in the entire world besides stab things is sit in the same room as you and just enjoy your presence. Even if you think you’re completely alone, he’s more than likely somehwere just outside your view, just enjoying your existence. 

- He is an absolute space heater, so you know he needs several fans in the bedroom when it gets warm out. But don’t expect him to stay on his side of the bed in the summer, no no no. He will cuddle the hell out of you, even if it’s 37°

- Wanna see the crabby man be soft for a little bit? Give him a shoulder massage. WARN HIM FIRST OR HE’S GONNA BREAK YOUR HAND OUT OF SHEER REFLEX!! But give him some TLC and for the next half an hour, it’s like an entirely different person is in your house. He’ll be so peaceful and complacent; you could probably get him to put on a pretty pink tutu right after a massage. But you better hope you’re on another planet when that post massage bliss wears off, or there’s a big storm comin’.

[softxsuki]

Please I need more fluffy Yoongi one shots it’s always angst for him ❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

Yoongi with Reader Who Wants A Late Night Snack

Pairings: Yoongi x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Post Type: One-shot

Work Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which you wake up in the middle of the night feeling hungry, so you run to the kitchen to make some food. You end up making too much noise and waking Yoongi up, so he makes you food as well (once again, my summaries suck, I’m sorry). 

[A/N: I think we all need and love soft Yoongi fluff. I don’t know why there’s so much angst out there for him :( he’s a soft babie. ANYWAY, thank you so much for the request anon! I got a little creative and it honestly took me a while to come up with this, idk why. I hope you all enjoy reading this! :D]

You quietly uncover yourself and slowly slither out from your boyfriend's grasp who was fast asleep. Your stomach had been gurgling for the past hour and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You grab your phone from the nightstand and read the time on your home screen.

“12:45am. That’s not too late,” you mumble to yourself and continue to try and sneak out of your shared room. 

You creep out the bedroom door and quietly close it behind you as you continue on your way to the kitchen. 

It’s dark in your small apartment; the only bit of light seeping through was from the street lights outside. Not wanting to risk turning on the kitchen lights and having the light leak under the bedroom door and waking Yoongi, you decide to use your phone flashlight. 

The small bit of light makes it easier to travel through your kitchen into the cabinet with your pots and pans. You grab a pot and place it on your counter as you then to look for something quick you could cook up. You weren’t the best cook, but you just needed to have something to ease your stomach until the morning. 

You grab a few ingredients and head back to your pot on the counter. While chopping up your ingredients, your elbow accidentally collides with the pot at the edge of the counter which comes crashing down onto your foot with a loud bang. You stifle your scream as you grab your foot and start jumping up and down, rubbing the painful area. You hear shuffling in the bedroom and the door bursts open as a frantic Yoongi comes running out ready to fight the source of the noise. He relaxes a bit when his eyes meet your hopping figure in the dimly lit room. 

“What happened, are you okay?” he asks, walking towards you and switching the lights on.

“The pot fell on my foot,” you whine while continuing to rub the spot that was throbbing. 

He shook his head and helped you walk over to the couch in your living room. As he guides you to sit, he walks back into the kitchen without a word. A few seconds later, he returns with a bag of frozen vegetables and places it on your foot. You quietly thank him and sit together with him in silence. 

“Sorry for waking you up,” you break the silence.

“It’s fine. Why are you up anyway?” he questions. 

“I was hungry.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Your eyes shoot up to his own. You wonder if you heard what he just said correctly. The man who loves his sleep just asked why you didn’t wake him up for some stupid midnight food cravings. 

“I just didn’t want to bother you. I know you love your sleep,” you shrug.

“Yeah but I love you more,” he flashes his gummy smile at you, “I’m sure you prefer my cooking anyway. How does ramen sound?”

“Ramen sounds amazing,” you say as your stomach grumbles once again. 

He reaches over to fluff your hair and walks back over to the kitchen without a word. You follow after him, wanting to keep him company as he cooks. He reaches over for an apron, ties it around his waist, and moves his attention over to the ingredients that you had pulled out earlier. You sit at the island stool quietly watching him cut up the ingredients and placing them aside. 

You love the way he’d go serious and stick his tongue out a little while he cut up the ingredients. You admire the way he rolled his neck around to stretch it every once and a while to loosen his stiff muscles up from looking down at the cutting board. Your ears perk up as he starts softly humming to himself while setting the pot of water on the stove and throwing in all the ingredients as the water begins to boil. 

Yoongi then turns his attention to you and walks over to the other side of the island, right across from you. He places his elbow on the counter and copies your pose of having your hands hold your face up (if that makes sense NJFEAJ). He tilts his head to the side for a second before leaning in and leaving a gentle peck on your nose.

“Next time, please wake me up. I don’t want you getting hurt,” he whispers inches away from your face. 

All you can do is gulp and slowly nod your head in response as you feel the heat rising to your ears. He smiles a little at your red ears and reaches out to cup them in his hands. 

“I’m glad I still have that effect on you.”

“I don’t! It’s not fair,” you pout in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry baby. You still get me all blushy as well,” he blushes. 

When the food is done, he takes the pot of ramen and places it on the living room table and you both sit on the floor and turn the television on. You slurp your ramen in a comfortable silence as you sit side by side. 

Once you finish you feel your eyes start to get heavy, so you lean your head on Yoongi’s shoulder who has also finished eating. After a few minutes Yoongi hears your breathing slow down as you fall asleep. He admires your face as you sleep peacefully on his shoulder. He wondered how he got so lucky to be with an adorable dork like you. You make him so happy and he always promised himself that he’d do the same in return.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts and his eyes away from you, he leans your head against the sofa so he can clear up the living room. He takes all the dirty dishes and leaves them soaking in the sink so he could wash them in the morning. 

Yoonig walks back into the living and bends down to lift your sleeping form into his arms bridal style and walks you back into your shared room. He places you gently on your side of the bed and tucks you in before walking to the opposite side of the bed and quietly lying down next to you. As you stir a bit, he reaches over to rub your back to soothe you back to sleep. Your eyes peak open a little as you look up at him. 

“Thank you Yoongi, I love you,” you let out before closing your eyes once again.

He smiles once again to himself and brings you closer into his arms, “Anytime baby. I love you too.”

And with that, the both of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms  with full bellies for the night.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 5/5/2021