#okay I lied I am annoyed very much I hate this

[slytherinshua]

txt writers are literally so bad at using tags properly pls just tag the fic for the member its written for not every member omg it’s so annoying trying to find smth for tae or kai and only seeing choi line I get that they’re more popular but it only makes it harder to find stuff for tyunning like I’m already in a drought every tyunning bias barely gets fics and if ppl do write for them it’s always like ot5 headcanons not to mention trying to navigate the miles of smut to find actual fluff is an impossible task oh my god I’m so sick of it all pls just give me tae fics in peace

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

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[arminsumi]

gojo feeling a bit down but being terrible at communicating it but you can tell because when he thinks your not looking he looks sad so ur just super affectionate with him without saying why and giving him all the love he needs 🥺

TWO DAYS IS TOO LONG.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: aaa this!! 😩 i hope u like what i did with it 💗

WARNINGS — fem reader, small bit of angst, pre-established relationship (married), if u saw an error then... no u didn't... 🥲

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

p.s. requests are open again sweeties! come say hi i would love to write for uuu!!

You're folding clothes into a suitcase in preparation for a business trip to Okinawa when your husband comes into the bedroom.

He lingers behind you with a solemn expression, hair brushing the top of the doorframe. If there's one thing he hates most, it's your business trips to Okinawa, because he can't ever tag along (and he's tried. He's clung to your leg at the airport before.)

It's just two days.

But those two days are two days too long for him. He watches you serenely packing your suitcase for a little while longer, his lips skewed into a sad curve, and then does what he always does when he's upset and slowly embraces your from behind.

"Angel." you jump a little. This man is as quiet and stealthy as a cat when he's sad. That's already a telling sign that he's upset — silence. Gojo Satoru is hardly a quiet man, especially around his wife.

"What's the matter?" you ask softly, still nimbly folding clothes with your hands. His arms vine around your tummy and he lowers his face to rest on your shoulder.

"Nothin'." he lies very unconvincingly. You can hear the lack of liveliness in his voice.

You turn around in his embrace. Lips still stuck in a sad curve, he looks down at you like a lost puppy. A tall, lanky, moody puppy of a man.

"C'mere." you beckon for him to lower himself into a kiss. He listens and when he feels the press of your lips, he melts like butter.

He licks his lips savoringly after you pull your face away. Feeling your hands cupping his cheeks is just what he needed right now.

"It's only for two days, Satoru. You're so dramatic." you tease.

He groans, "Two! Whole! Days! It annoys me. I wanna go with you so bad."

You tilt your head at him adoringly. Folding and packing has completely ceased, now you're giving full attention to your pouty husband and that makes him happy. He's relishing in it, bathing in the way you look at him with so much love.

"You know you can call me, right?" you tell him, calming his twittering nerves with each soothing touch across his shoulders and arms.

"But I want more than that. I want you right here." he groans and then does the most Gojo thing possible and purposefully topples his weight on you so you're pinned to the bed underneath him.

"S'toru, can't b-reathe!" you giggle shortly, feeling his body press to yours.

"I'm staying like this 'till the plane leaves 'n then you'll have to stay."

"You're ridiculous."

He smirks into your neck. "Call Nanami and tell him he's just gonna have to do all the work himself."

You laugh. Your husband rolls off to the side, realizing he's very slightly crushing you.

"So jealous." you remark. Gojo flares up defensively.

"I'm not jealous! — okay, a little — you know what yes! I am jealous! So fucking jealous."

You laugh again. He's furrowing his brows, clinging to your body like he does when he prepares to nap. A very cat-like posture. And then he paws for your attention.

"How did I marry such a damn goof." you tease.

"You married me because I'm a goof." he muttered.

"True. That was one of the first reasons I crushed on you."

His ears perked up. You'd began stroking your fingers through his hair, and he was relaxing against your body just soaking up the affection. "Oh really?" he smirks. "What were the other reasons, tell me."

You have to roll your eyes. He pesters you until you start telling him the long, long list of reasons why you fell in love with him. Gojo's smiling into your skin, happily listening and dozing off.

"Angel? Did you fall asleep? Of course you did." you sigh, looking at your half-filled suitcase and the clock; your plane was going to depart in an hour.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[angelyuji]

OKAY SO this one has been cooking in my noggin for a while. you’re dating ford and he lets bill possess him but bill fucking hates you and wants to destroy everything about the relationship so he makes ford do some noncon to you if ykwim 👀💦

RICYTP_O)(+*_&)*Y&T THIS IS SO HNNGGG

tw // noncon, somno, implied billford, bill cipher sucks, ford pines fluff at the beginning thoo

bill most defintely did not get the appeal about you. ford is sooo obsessed with you and he loves egging his bad behavior on, but at the same time, he didn't get why ford likes you so much.

you giggle, sitting on ford's lap, watching him journal his findings. "why write that in invisible ink? it seems pretty important."

he kisses your shoulder, "to keep important information out of the wrong hands." you hum in understanding. the two of you sit in silence, letting your hearts beat together.

"i don't get it." you had just left and bill had decided that it was the right time to question ford.

ford continued working as bill sat on his shoulder, "get what."

"them! your little," he waves his hands. "toy? plaything?"

"partner." ford interjects, annoyed. "they're my partner. i don't take kindly to anyone calling (y/n) names."

bill raises his hands in mock surrender, "fine. fine. i just don't see what you see, sixer." he shrugs.

"(y/n) is.... someone who understands me. they're patient, kind, open, and loyal to a fault." he laughs a little to himself and bill frowns, feeling a surge of jealousy. ford's voice was full of love, every word he speaks of you felt honest and true.

"whatever you say, fordsy. a warm hole is a warm hole" bill shrugs and disappears before ford can retort.

ford is gonna spend all night thinking of ways to convince bill about you and urethra🤓! he's got it!!

"would you like to meet them?" ford moves his queen, looking up to see bill's eye wide in surprise.

"you sure you want to introduce me to your "partner", my muse?" bill mocks, but ford only smiles, continuing the chess match. silence fills the room, but bill's interest in you won, "how would we do this?"

they'll decide to let bill posses ford and meet you, not tell you about bill of course. ford didn't want you to freak out and leave him and bill was happy to play along with ford's lies.

repetitive knocks wake you up from your sleep. you look over to your alarm clock, blearily reading 1:22 AM. "what the hell." you mumble, rubbing your eyes. the knocks don't stop and you're forced out of bed. you look through the peephole and see a very familiar face.

"gooooood morning, cutie!" his voice was loud, echoing through the empty street. you shush him and pull him inside.

"stanford, it's 2 in the morning. what're you doing here." you fight a yawn, trying to sound stern.

"baby, come on, is it a crime to want to see my angel?" he takes a seat at your dining table, looking around your home like it's brand new.

you raise an eyebrow at the new nicknames, "are you okay? you're acting... weird." ford grins, abnormally.

"i think you're just tired." he waves off your concern, "let me stay over, baby. we'll have some fun." his grin stretches across his face, unnaturally. he stalks towards you and you slowly back away.

"ford, i think you should go." your voice wavers as you point to the door.

"noooo, i don't think so." his arm snaps out, grabbing you by the throat. you choke, digging your nails into his hand, "this is the thing sixer was impressed by? you?!?" he laughs, loud and manic. "a weak, useless, human." he spits, anger coursing through bill's mind.

hes soooo sillyyy. you're gonna end up passing out from the lack of airrr and then his original goal was to kill you, but... i mean a warm hole is a warm hole.

you could feel yourself getting stretched, legs held above and pressed against your chest. you hear a familar voice grunting above you. "h-hurts..." you moan, eyes slowly opening. ford's wide smile comes into view.

"sixer was right, you're realll open." he grinds against you. you feel tears stream down your face. he grins, bending over and dragging his tongue up your face. he licked up your tears, giggling. "you'll never forget this face ever again."

afterwards, you're laying there unconscious and bill's like.... damn.... you're kinda fun :))) he gets ford now

[tombofthemummy]

THE WHITE PHARAOH

This man (The WHITE PHARAOH) is the one being that I hate the most in the world.

His horrific antics exceed any kind of annoyance I have ever felt towards anyone, HUMAN or otherwise, LIVING or otherwise, PHARAOH or otherwise, WHITE or otherwise. His existence is an atrocity on the concept of being a PHARAOH.

1: HIS UNJUST WAYS

I myself am an EVIL MUMMY, often killing people for fun and to defend my TOMB. However, the WHITE PHARAOH does far worse things for far worse reasons. His continued enslavement of people with MINIMUM WAGE for the sole purpose of building more PYRAMIDS is awful, and he likely thinks of himself as a good person.

2: HIS IMMEASURABLE GREED

Any PHARAOH will tell you that all you need is 1 good PYRAMID. So why does he want more? My one PYRAMID has a COMBAT ARENA, a GIANT PIT, a BAR, a SARCOPHAGUS CHAMBER, a PUZZLE ROOM, and much, much more. What more could the WHITE PHARAOH want from hundreds of PYRAMIDS? He is going to sell CHARCUTERIE BOARDS and WINE in shops in the PYRAMIDS? He is going to sleep in 100 TOMBS? It sickens me. His GREED for PYRAMIDS is horrendous.

3: HIS LIES

I know for a FACT that the WHITE PHARAOH is not, will not be, and has never been a real PHARAOH. His HEADDRESS was stolen from a TOMB, and he has never been to EGYPT. His insistence that he is The WHITE PHARAOH comes from a twisted view of EGYPTIAN SOCIETY that he wishes to appropriate. His OBSESSION with PYRAMIDS has spurred him to build an EMPIRE of LIES so he can control more of the world in unjust ways.

4: WHITE

The WHITE PHARAOH says things like "aw shucks," calls people "Pal," and is always eating some CHEESE AND CRACKERS. It isn't morally reprehensible, but it is very annoying. There are few people WHITER than the WHITE PHARAOH in his irritating mannerisms of the ANGLO-SAXONS. Normally, I would be okay with someone being so WHITE, but in conjunction with his AWFUL PERSONALITY and EVIL WAYS, it becomes far worse.

5: HIS MUMMY DISCRIMINATION

Some may recall that in a PRESS CONFERENCE, the WHITE PHARAOH stated that he would not be MUMMIFIED because it's "gross and ugly." As a MUMMY, I found myself terribly offended. But to make matters worse, he constantly alludes to his HATRED OF MUMMIES elsewhere. In the televised HOMEOWNERS ASSOCIATION MEETING of the WHITE PHARAOH'S EMPIRE, he gave an entire speech about how PHARAOHS should not be MUMMIFIED, and every PHARAOH that is now a MUMMY should be unraveled and buried in a CEMETERY like "normal people." He mentioned ANIMATED MUMMIES as one of the worst things of all time, and said that every MUMMY who is alive in any way (like ME) should be KILLED. I need not elaborate how terrible of a person this makes him.

THE WHITE PHARAOH SHOULD BE HATED BY ALL

I know that when the WHITE PHARAOH dies, for a reason that I hope is me KILLING him myself, or some other extremely painful event, ANUBIS will be waiting for him. When his HEART is placed on the SCALE, it will be so heavy and drop with such force that it will immediately SLAM into the GROUND, shaking the EARTH in the LAND OF THE DEAD and catapulting the FEATHER into the sky.

The WHITE PHARAOH deserves nothing that he has. His POWER, his WEALTH, his HEADDRESS. He is worthy of none of them. The WHITE PHARAOH is a truly horrible being and I wish nothing but the most painful suffering on him for eternity.

I hope each and every one of his PYRAMIDS falls and crumbles into SAND scattered across the houses of the UTAH SUBURBS.

Words cannot describe how much I hate the WHITE PHARAOH.

[ever-eilish]

Could you do Billie Eilish asking r out

A (not so) bad day

billie eilish x fem! reader

a day that is supposed to be horrible takes unexpected turns, after you accidentally bump into a certain singer

author's notes: thank you so much for requesting, I really appreciate it! sorry if this is not what you wanted, I really hope you like it though! once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, enjoy❤️

warnings: a bit of cursing, but mostly fluff

Chaotic. That was the only way to define today. You know that saying that 'nothing is so bad that it cant get worse'? So, that saying has proven true today.

I woke up 30 minutes late, spilled the coffee in my white clothes, missed the bus, and now I'm here, standing in front of the bland beige door, waiting for my boss to decide to call me to give me some more of his scolding.

Bad luck. That's the only word that can describe my day, or rather, my week.

Everything that could go wrong, did;

I'm in the midst of a series of catastrophic events ranging from the simplest, like knocking my butter breakfast bread to the floor — with the butter-covered part facing down, of course — to the more serious, like being threatened with losing my job by my annoying, weird boss.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I see the door in front of me open and the middle-aged man walk out of the room - which looks more like a chain saddle.

"Well, well, it looks like you've decided to be late again?" the wretch says.

As if I'd choose to miss my bus, spill coffee on my white blouse, and wake up late.

"That way I'll have no option but to fire you," he repeats the same words he's been saying to me for so long.

Son of a bitch.

"Sir, please! I promise it won't happen again, I love my job!" I lied.

"I'm sorry, but you're officially fired," he announces, as if announcing me as an Oscar winner. I take a deep breath, count to a thousand, take another deep breath and, with all the calmness in the world, say: "FUCK YOU!" I throw my badge on the floor, and walk towards the office door, ignoring all the crooked looks directed at me, and leave that musty-smelling place.

I didn't even like it there!

My God, how am I going to pay my bills? Fuck that old cuckold.

Fuck that old-man

Oh my God, I'm going to have to sell my computer.

I hated my. co-workers anyway.

My God, my computer.

All thoughts were running. through my head in a whirlwind when suddenly I bump into someone in front of me and fall to the ground.

THAT'S ALL I NEEDED!

Without even noticing who it was, I quickly stand up muttering something like, 'I'm sorry'; and I offer my hand to the stranger sitting on the floor.

And it is at that moment that, with my hand outstretched, I begin to notice the victim of my lack of attention.

The stranger wore a black blouse with white stripes — or white with black stripes - and black shorts. Her beautiful hair had the roots dyed red, while the rest was dark brown.

I could have sworn I knew her from somewhere.

It's very sudden when I feel her warm touch on my hand - which remained stretched - and I feel the girl partially throw her weight on me to get up.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I should be more careful" she says, with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm the one who apologizes! I've been walking around thinking about nothing and ! ended up bumping into you" I say,

scratching the back of my neck.

"Are you okay? You hit it really hard against the floor" was only when the girl tells me that I notice my throbbing hip.

"I'm great!" I lied knowing full well that the last thing I was in right now was 'great'. "Hm, so, you live here?" the stranger says, acting as if she wants to continue a conversation.

I don't have anything better to do, after all, why not talk?

"No! I live in my house," say, internally cursing myself for the terrible attempt at a joke.

Anyway, she laughed, and I felt my. embarrassment soon go away when I heard the good sound of that laughter.

"Oh got it, you're the funny type, then?"

she asks me, clearly joking.

"That's what they say"

We stare at each other for a while when very quietly, I hear the click of a camera. The girl seems to hear the same thing as I do, when she suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me nto the convenience store next to us.

What the fuck is going on?

She pulls me further into the store and 'hides' behind a food rack.

Holy shit, is she being followed?

My God, could it be that she's a serial killer and I recognized her because of that?

Holy shit, I'm too young to die.

What if...

I am interrupted from my mental breakdown at the sound of his voice.

"Hm, I'm sorry about that. You know how it is, right? Paparazzi are everywhere."

My God, I was right.

She's a serial killer and I'm her next victim. "Are you going to kill me?" my eyes widen as I ask.

"What?" she says to me, visibly confused, "my. name is Billie! I'm a singer."

I let myself take a deep breath when I hear what Billie tells me. Well, at least I won't die today.

"Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you, and I wanted to meet you again" she says, looking deep into my eyes "what do you think about going to a coffee shop with me one of these days?"

Is she asking me out on a date?

"Like a date?"

"Yes!"

"I want to!" I reply promptly, and watch as she rummages through her purse for a pen.

"Here!" She finally finds a blue fine-tipped pen, pulls out my hand, and writes something.

Before I can process what was happening, I feel a small kiss being left on my cheek and watch her walk out of the store with her head down.

When I look into my hand, I read:

"Cafeteria 221B, Baker Street;

03/22, at 9:00 pm.

See ya<3"

Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Give Him A Chance (Hannibal)

Description: Alana wants Hannibal and Y/N together but Y/N isn’t fond of him.

Word Count: 1,126k

Request:

Hi,

could I request a Hannibal fanfic, where Alana or Beverly are the readers best friend and they trie to set her up with Hannibal, even though she dislikes him? Hannibal also takes an interest in her, bit she keeps refusing. After multiple tries and a lot of convincing from Alana/Beverly,she finally gives in and starts dating him. (Maybe it get‘s steamy in the end with smut?)

“No, are you kidding me? Why the hell would I go out with him?” Y/N asked her best friend. She chuckled and shrugged, “You guys would be so cute together.” Alana tells her as they walk to work. Truth be told Alana knew that Hannibal had a thing for her best friend and wanted to make it work. But Y/N was stubborn and didn’t like Hannibal. “Will is right ya know?” Y/N said to her as they walked into the building. Alana rolled her eyes and nudged her. “Yeah whatever.” Hannibal waited for Y/N with flowers like Alana told him too. He’s been wanting to ask her out for awhile but with Alana’s help he would actually do it.

Alana waved at Hannibal and Y/N glared but wondered who the flowers were for. “These are for you.” He said, giving Y/N the flowers. They were her favorite kind of flowers. She looked at Alana who refused to make eye contact with her. “Thanks.” She said but not truly grateful for the gesture. “So I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?” He asked her. Her face kept the blank stare that she had when she saw him. “Uh no thanks.” She said and walked away before anything else could be said. Alana’s jaw dropped and Hannibal’s eyebrows raised. “Wow.” He said and Alana laughed awkwardly. “She uh she’s just shy.” She lied to Hannibal. She felt bad for the guy but she promised him that Y/N didn’t hate him. Y/N walked with the flowers to her office and sat them down. She stared at them for a few minutes but shook her head and got back to work. 

As Y/N was leaving she saw Alana storming up to her. “Girl what the fuck?” Y/N looked at her confused. “You were supposed to say yes.” She exclaimed. “No I wasn’t.” Y/N told her. “Why won’t you?” “I don’t like him, especially like that.” She told Alana. Alana sighed and Y/N turned to her. “Why do you care so much?” “Cuz I know deep down inside you have some feelings for him that aren’t hate.” Y/N shook head. “You sound ridiculous.” Hannibal happened to be leaving at the same time they were and Alana saw him.

She called his name causing Y/N to roll her eyes. He looked back at the two girls and smiled. Alana took Y/N’s hand and ran up to him. Y/N protested but it was ignored as the reached him. “Y/N I am very sorry that I did that earlier. I was not aware that you had ill feelings towards me.” He said. “It’s okay. I never was going to tell you to your face.” She shrugged. Alana looked at her in shock and Hannibal laughed. “Y/N that is so mean.” Alana told her. Y/N looked at her, “You want me to lie?” “You don’t have to say that.”

“It is quite alright. I just am very sorry for whatever I did to make you feel that way.” Y/N looked at him, “If you don’t know what you did why are you apologizing?” Alana rolled her eyes. “Well I had to have done something to offend you.” He said. “Are you saying that you are a likeable person until you offend somebody?” She thought he was being egotistical. “How do you know that I just don’t like you for you?” She asked. He stared at her amused by her choosing of words. “I guess I don’t.” He said, ending the conversation. 

Alana was annoyed to say the least. She knew deep down inside that Y/N didn’t truly hate Hannibal like she says she does. She needed to fix whatever it was going on between them. So she needed to do the cliche lock them in a room together. “Hannibal.” She called to the man. He turned towards her and smiled. “Hello Alana.” He greeted. “I need you to grab me something from the supply closet as I am too short.” She said, “Even with the heels.” He joked making her roll her eyes. He followed her to the supply closet and as he entered it she quickly shut the door. “Alana what?” “I’ll be right back.” She tells him and goes to find Y/N.

Y/N was in her office when her friend came running in. “Y/N!” She exclaimed. Y/N looked at her, “yes?” “Come quick.” She said and ran out of the office. Y/N sighed but followed her. They both ran to the supply closet that Hannibal was locked in. “What?” “There’s a spider and I can’t kill it.” Y/N looked at her and sighed. She unlocked the door and opened it just to be pushed in by Alana. “Hey.” Y/N yelled as Alana locked her in the room. “Of course she does this.” Hannibal says startling Y/N. “Alana let me the fuck out!” She yells banging on the door.

“Not until you guys talk.” She yells back. Y/N sighed in defeat. “She’s right though. We really should talk.” Hannibal says. Y/N looks at him, “what would I have to say to you?” She asked him. “Why do you hate me so much?” “Hate is a strong word.” Y/N points out. “Ok why do you dislike me so much?” He asked. Y/N ignored him and looked around for something to pry the door open with. “Y/N?” “I’m looking for something to get us out of here.” He sighed.

“Can you just look at me?” He asked, she looked at him annoyed. “What?” She asked. “Why do you have an issue with me?” He asked. She shook her head and sighed. “Why do you keep asking me out?” She asked. Of course she ignored his question. “Maybe I find you attractive.” He says. She looks at him, “Ok but I have shown that I’m not into you like that.” She said. “It might be the only way we get out of this.” He tells her. She sighed knowing that Alana wouldn’t let them out until Y/N agreed to go on a date with him. “Is that what you want?” She yelled to Alana who was on the other side of the door. “It’s what I want.” Hannibal tells her.

“Fine. I’ll go out with you.” She exclaimed. She heard Alana cheer on the other side of the door but was too distracted by Hannibal’s smirk. “You can let us out now.” Hannibal yelled and the door unlocked. Alana opened it with a smile, “I was honestly hoping you guys would take advantage of this and make out.” Y/N gave her a weird look and walked out of the closet. “We will.” Hannibal says. Y/N looked back at him with a glare but deep down she liked the sound of that. 

[letteredlettered]

I remember reading a post from a while back you wrote about being an acerbic prickly person who at the same time was sensitive & would need to be with someone who could be gentle with you when you were like that and not be acerbic back. I think about it a lot because i feel i am that way too and it’s made me think more about my own issues in this area and also who is a good fit for me and i was wondering if you remember that post and know where it is. i often lately think about how grateful i am to have people who can be nice and gentle with me when i need it and realize i am not being prickly because i am mean or hate them but because of other complicated emotional things i probably don’t understand in the moment and i can say these days often , i know i am being prickly, you’re great, please be nice to me. anyway you might not remember but i couldn’t find the post so if you happen to know where it is i would like to read it again. if you don’t know what i am talking about you can delete this.

Anon, I looked for this and cannot find it. I vaguely remember the post, but I remember the sentiment 100%, because I am still very much this way.

Basically, I need to be around people who manage anger differently than I do. I get really angry and yell. If I'm annoyed or idk, tired, I snap. And I felt like maybe I only deserved people who yelled and snapped at me, because it's bad to yell and snap, and I think I'm bad for yelling and snapping, and I don't deserve better.

But it turns out, not everyone finds being yelled and snapped at the end of the world. It sucks, yes, but some people prefer it to other methods of dealing with anger: silent treatment, passive aggression, tears, gossip.

None of these behaviors are actually bad, or at least, they don't make you a bad person. If you need to be quiet because you're angry, that's fine. If you need to make some catty remarks instead of saying what you're angry about, that's fine. If you need to cry, that's fine. If you need to tell someone else your feelings before you tell your partner/friend, that's fine. And if you need to yell, it really can be okay for some people.

But none of these things are fine if that's all you do, if you never communicate about what upset you and work on fixing it. People talk about passive aggression like it's the worst thing in the world, but honestly it works better for me a lot of the time, because I can see that someone is upset; I can prepare for it; I can ask them what's up at a time that works for both of us. I don't get yelled at; horrible things aren't said. The only thing that's wrong with it is if they never tell me what the problem was--either because they lied when I asked, or I didn't ask because I didn't notice, and they just decided not to say anything.

I don't like yelling or snapping. I work really hard not to do it. But in the end, there's only so much about myself I can control. I've worked on my anger problems all my life; I can't decide I'm broken just because I can't change myself completely; I can't hate myself because I can't perfectly fix myself. What I can do is work as hard as possible, which involves trying to resolve anger in myself and trying not to hurt others with it, but also involves communicating clearly with those around me.

So, it's great to be able to say to others, "I know I'm being prickly right now." But I also take the time to a) try to understand why I'm being prickly, b) try to figure out what will make me not prickly. A lot of times I'm tired or stressed, and just time by myself, away from people, will help give me a calmer state of mind, preventing prickliness. But sometimes something about the person is bothering me, and I need to tell them, and instead of snapping at them, I need to have a clear and open conversation about it. But another step is c) acknowledging what might've been hurtful in my behavior, asking how the other person feels, explaining myself, and apologizing.

It does mean often making myself vulnerable, which can be a lot. But there are people whose world doesn't end when you snap at them, who have the understanding and empathy to see where you are coming from, and can forgive you. I'd just say that if you're never hearing about their feelings or dealing with their anger, there is probably some kind of problem there. I've been around people who I felt were just absorbing all of my anger and never talking about the way it made them feel or their own anger (despite my attempts to communicate), and imo, that's a toxic relationship. So, besides someone who expresses their anger in a different way, you also need a great communicator, and to work on communicating yourself, as much as possible.

Sounds like you're doing that, so I hope things work out for you <3

[blues824]

Ahhh ignore the first ask, I forgot to add one more person...

I saw the requests were open and wanted to ask if you could write Neige, Kalim, Vil, Leona and Malleus a Pure Vanilla Cookie based reader? With the whole ancient cookie and healing thing, like the whole shebang even the staff that only closes it's eyes when PV opens his and vice versa, only if you want to of course feel free to ignore this ask

I downloaded the game last year and I am obsessed. They are cookies… why do I like the concept so much??

Also, Happy Birthday again! This time it’s from my time zone!

Leona Kingscholar

You reminded him of his brother, and it annoyed him at first. He thought the whole kindness thing was a facade or a mask to hide your true dark intentions. Yeah, he was humbled real quick when he saw how you always kindly and patiently reminded Ace and Deuce to make smart decisions.

He did get to experience a slightly more rebellious side to you because you opted to skip a few classes along with him because they were “boring without him”. His pride swelled as he held you in his arms, napping the day away.

Leona was used to seeing staff members around a reigning monarch. What he wasn’t used to was your staff making sure they closed their eyes when you opened yours. You told him that he didn’t have to follow the rule as your significant other, and he had to admit that you calling him that made his ego soar.

When he overblotted, you wept as you fought against him. You were overcome with the guilt that you weren’t there for him enough. Later, in the recovery room, your lion reassured you that his overblot had nothing to do with you. As you cried, the Prince of the Sunset Savannah held you close to his chest, silently consoling you.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture [you] and this picture [Kalim].” 

“They’re the same picture.” -Blues824, 2023

You both were the most positive people on campus. You built off of each other’s energy. The only difference was that you were a tad more responsible when it came to helping Scarabia than Kalim was. After all, you had experience in running a kingdom.

He is very sad when he sees you skipping classes because now he would miss you very much since you wouldn’t be there next to him. Unfortunately, since he needs to be setting a good example for his dorm, he won’t follow you. 

His family is rich and highly influential, right? However, he is not royalty. So you have a lot more staff than he does, and some of your closest servants came with you to NRC. He was surprised to see them closing their eyes as you opened yours. You must be very important in your homeland (totally like you aren’t the reigning monarch).

When Jamil overblotted, everyone could hear you weep because you were separated from Kalim. Even the Vice Housewarden felt his heartstrings tug at themselves, but you then proceeded to beat his ass. When you both reunited, Kalim showered your face in soft kisses to reassure you that he was alright.

Vil Schoenheit

You reminded him of Neige, and so he hated you at first. However, you never sought after fame and would always try to put Vil in the spotlight. Honestly, he then saw you as someone to confide in. He would go to you when the pressure got to be too much.

He disapproves of you skipping classes and will often reprimand you since not only were you the reigning monarch of your kingdom, but also a fellow Housewarden. He didn’t approve of Leona doing it, and since you were his significant other he definitely was not okay with it.

His fans would do what your staff does: worship you, forfeit all their mortal possessions, and even close their eyes when you open yours. They would lay down their lives for you, and his fans would do that for him as well. They all do it on their own will too.

When he overblotted, the Vil trapped within the ink wanted to hold you as you cried tears of despair. Unfortunately, you understood what you needed to do, and proceeded to pack him up like you were going on a royal holiday. It was in the infirmary where he rejoiced in finally being able to have you in his arms again.

Neige Leblanche

“They’re the same picture” -Blues824, 2023, Part 2

You both are the same freaking person… the only difference is that you aren’t naïve. As a ruler, you weren’t allowed to have the luxury of ignorance, while Neige was famous for his naïvety. It wasn’t fit for a monarch, and therefore you weren’t put under that category.

You both go to different schools, but when he hears from a little cat in the wind that you skip classes, he is upset. Didn’t you know that this could harm your academic record and even cause controversy within your kingdom? If you couldn’t even attend classes, how would you be able to 

He loves his fans just as much as you love your subjects, and the two are a lot alike in that they would do pretty much anything for either of you. Since you became his significant other, his fans became your fans and your subjects became his subjects. Poor boy didn’t understand why the staff were closing their eyes as he opened his.

He remembers one time where you both were actually able to see each other off campus, and you both met in the forest. Neige held you and wiped your tears as you went on and on about how the overblots were taking an emotional toll on you. You hated seeing your friends like this, and your boyfriend hated seeing you so distressed. 

Malleus Draconia

You both understood each other on a very personal level, and it pained the both of you to know that. Malleus has been raised to be able to inherit the throne of the Briar Valley, while you were already on the throne of the Vanilla Kingdom.

I think he’s pretty indifferent towards your skipping classes. He won’t follow you because he knows that he will be scolded for it by his retainers, but you do you. He will offer you help if you missed an important lesson, but you seemed to already know the material very well.

You cannot tell me that Sebek wouldn’t do the exact same thing to Malleus as your staff do to you, and I will die on this hill. Malleus notices how your servants only have their eyes open when yours are closed, and it’s the same the other way around. When they start doing it for him as well, it serves as a kind of reassurance that he is accepted as the co-ruler of your kingdom.

The dragon fae sees how fighting all the overblots are affecting you, and he will try to take it easy so that he doesn’t fall victim to the ink. He will serve as your anchor in the violent sea of emotional despair, and he will hold you close when it gets to be too much. He will always be there to dry your tears, and witness you beat the shit out of the victims.

[hyaesia]

Hi Cat, I am here to annoy you and ask you about your Beach Ep Thoughts ™

With best,

Lavii :3

oh god okay where do i even begin ... in general that was the most devastating ending in fiction ever i think... and i think the sigcorp series might be the only series ever to be able to pull it off. it's crazy how sounding out what we already knew would happen was still so !!! poignant!!! the music was spectacular. the art was spectacular. freebird's commitment to rpgmaker is astounding and i love it (though i know last hour and onwards will be unity)

more specific thoughts:

i loved being able to see more of rox and rob, particularly i love that rob is just a Really Strange Guy instead of the only normal sigcorp employee like a lot of us thought he would be, i think it makes his & rox's dynamic all that much funnier. two weird and offputting guys on totally opposite sides of the weird and offputting spectrum

even though the plot was very In Your Face compared to every other entry in the sigcorp series (this was made to answer questions about IF, after all), there's still so much to discuss and theorize about! i've spent So much time already discussing how i suspect neil died w/ friends (which i could make into a whole other post. tbh) and whatever the hell was going on with the quintessence cast ?? (more on that later)

i loved seeing eva's walls crumble down. she lied about the journey mattering more to her than the ending, of course she did because she works the worst job on the planet and she has to lie to herself to keep going. i can't think too long about her in the very ending asking such vulnerable questions to neil about if he'd really do all those sweet relationshippy things for her or putting her head into her arms and sobbing after he asked how it happened.oh.my god

i genuinely thought the quintessence guys from the teasers would be cameo characters, which yeah they were for the most part! but lunair was so interesting... what did she mean when she said she's something else entirely!! where did she come from why is she in on the simulation with faye!! the only rational thing i can come up with is quintessence being a side-project by neil leaking into the simulations but then that makes her comment before irrelevant... head in my hands

and i love/hate how the Entire series has been a simulation by eva... god especially minisode 2,,, realizing that party Never Happened and it was just her trying to make a happier memory for herself. do you think that was the last christmas neil ever celebrated? do you think she ever really gave him the sound recorder, or was it her present self playing 4D chess with their memories? it'll be a very long time until i can bring myself to replay any of these games knowing i'm being complicit in eva's unhealthy grief habits. well fucking done kan gao .how did you do it

shorter thoughts that don't need their own paragraphs: the minigames were so fun, the spectator mode for xtreme beach was such a fun touch; i loved the ingame confirmation about colin and river being deskmates; i think last hour will be the last hour of neil's life; after kan's tweet last year about last hour & the beach episode being the good and bad ending respectively, i placed my bets on beach being the good ending. i really hope i'm wrong now actually after seeing it; and finally i've already listened to world in a memory 200 times, it makes me nauseous every time

in conclusion: i need to hug eva rosalene so fucking badly

[stevie-petey]

hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathan’s outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steve’s reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 you’re the best ever <3 MWAH

(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)

i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!

enjoy <3

"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.

jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.

"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.

steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."

jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."

"i dont believe you."

"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."

steve stares at you, shocked.

"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."

"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."

"i did."

during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.

"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"

"yeah." you both say at the same time.

steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.

"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."

jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."

"im right here, you know."

steve winces. "sorry."

"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."

jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.

shes too good.

you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.

now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.

the kindness is yours, no one elses.

and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.

you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."

jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."

steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."

"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.

its all you could ask for.

even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."

and its enough.

[demvalhaken]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! Just some super cool arts

If I EVER had the patience to write and draw the Catecis comic, it’d look like this

This is just a grasshopper sailor out on the Waspian port

I was thinking about naming him Sir. Irian like the Iris flower. The thing is I have to differentiate him from Iris, a male monarch Butterfly across the entire world. Or Sir. Astroway as his last name is Astroway due to his sailor family using stars as a way to travel.

About my long break: Look guys, I haven’t been doing well mentally. I am in a depressive state, I am sleep deprived, I am done with life. To draw so much and pour your time and skill into an artwork only for a few likes can be frustrating. I don’t post my art for fame or love, I do it to share my ocs and ideas, I don’t want the masses to flock, I just want recognition for my work. I didn’t really mean to take a break, I get distracted very easily and forget to post. I wish I could post more but art takes time, I have to develop ideas and passion due to my constant art block and burnout. The only good thing in my life is just being alive. There is a large scar on my neck because I gave myself a friction burn with my lanyard at school due to anxiety :( I have mental problems, whatever I have, it isn’t good and will probably slowly deteriorate me to a depressive glob of my former self, but I will never get diagnosed. My family is constantly angry at me for no reason, I get that my clean obsessed behaviour can get annoying especially when I panic and get water everywhere, but I hate to be yelled at for something that I cannot control or fix. They say I am overreacting and will got over it, but I’ve tried, there is no fixing this. That’s why I’ll probably never ever get a diagnosis or therapy session. I lied, I am actually not as okay as I say I am. If I ever don’t post for a period time, please know that it’s either from lack of art or mental issues. I am sorry for not posting in awhile as my usual breaks take a time of 3 days or 2. I am deeply sorry.

Bevel, Snow, and Berry.

I drew these in my math book, very classic place to doodle, I know. There’s not a lot of doodles in my book though, I am usually trying to do equations and get an 100 on my test

I finally got a haircut, though my hair is now a short messy thing, I feel quite confident even if I don’t fully look masculine. My arm hair should be quite an indicator and the trans pin inside my backpack, haha! That pin was made by a friend of mine, don’t worry he’s very fruity and slay. Idk if it’s just my senses but my hairdresser was definitely an ally, he slayed, my hair is hairing. Also I have giant eyebags and a cowlick, like I literally have Dem’s cowlick.

Here’s some more little oc ideas. Eclipse is my first transfem oc, I know I know I’m slaying. She’s has a twin sister, Luna! Yes, Eclipse and Luna are Hornet twins, from the same egg btw. I still don’t know how it works, I’m too tired to research though. Arctic and Viper are a married couple, I like to think Arctic is just a lesbian and her/his wife is a crazy queen with schizophrenia who totally didn’t kill her family. They’re both from Bloodlust’s time period, though a little older.

I don’t want to talk about it… This is really gross but because Snow’s family wanted to keep the bloodline “pure” she’s SHORT and albino but like literally no one else in her family is albino… poor Snow… GUYS DONT MARRY YOUR SIBLINGS AND COUSINS… Bevel transmasc headcannon, I’m not making it cannon yet because Bevel is a lesbian.

Layze, Funkyfrogbait, and Bevel with one tooth

@purpledemonss asked for this minus Bevel, that was my idea

OKAY I LOVE YOU GUYS SM, EAT THIS UP, STAY A MENACE TO SOCIETY JUST DONT EAT LEATHER UNLESS YOU ARE DEATHLY STARVED

[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 690

Chevalier Michel

yk i had a thought for this one

obviously hes a top

but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?

:)

imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake

well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off

hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak

well, exept for you of course

but no one is allowed to find out

i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom

like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.

its kind of a back and forth

but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you

just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice

Luke Randolph

i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life

i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?

he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert

hes also big, and i dont only mean his body

big boy, gimme a big booooy-

strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind

100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear

honestly so sweet

idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex

you're just laying there like '...uh''

lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~

Yves Kloss

honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops

soft tops are the best, are they not

but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part

hes a big aftercare guy

he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him

150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail

bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world

hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders

praise praise praise

i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho

if youre comfortable then he is too <3

Jin Grandet

alright, heres my completely objective take on him

daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy

god i love this man so much

crush me with those honke- okay, sorry

i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day

lil quickies yk

hes also shameless

so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants

he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes

and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo

gives zero fucks about how loud you are

castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said

shameless (hot) asshole

Licht Klein

grumpy ass bottom

not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck

but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him

yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?

okay maybe hes a little bratty

not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex

he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus

tries to take control on very impatient days

but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down

100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days

theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain

pls give him aftercare

Leon Dompteur

i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time

anyways, this mans obviously a top

he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day

literally worthsips you so much

i think hes a big vanilla boi

no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex

his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends

big praise guy too

loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back

please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel

hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

I have been procrastinating finishing this one for weeks. Because I love them so much and because I didn't want to see the hurt that I knew was coming and I didn't want it to end.

I just finished this show and already it occupies a top place in my kdrama list. I watched the last 3 episodes today and it was quite the journey. Episode 19 made me cry almost all the way through. And it was made to do just that. The stretched goodbye of Mr Oh was efficient in that regard. It was so good. It was a good balance with the injustice of it all.

Unjust. So many of the thing that happened were unjust. But not at all surprising. As Suk Yool so eloquently put it in the last episode when Young Yi asked if his manager would keep his job after the beating he took, "Since he's a psychopath, absolutely". Much like him I was never under the delusion that things would work out for our team and the company would do the right thing for them, or for GeuRae.

But the rage at some of the behaviour was almost impossible to contain. I wanted to scream and punch something more times than I can count. There are despicable humans here and I wish more than anything that I could believe, this is just a show, there aren't actually people like this, that they'll get what's coming to them.

But every episode there was another side. People who are doing their best, trying to be good colleagues and cheering for each other. And this is, for me, where the biggest strength of the show lies. In this balancing act that even when I wanted to press pause and shout at my screen, there was a moment of hope. But in a real sense, not in an wishful thinking way. The perseverance of these characters gave me hope, that somehow, they would find a way to be okay. No matter the circumstances. If nothing else they had each other.

Even as GeuRae time in the company was coming to an end, and even believing that it wouldn't work (as much as I wanted him to stay, because he wanted to stay, it just wouldn't make sense at that point), watching some of the others come together to try and change the system for him made me emotional and it was a real testament to how GeuRae affected everyone around him.

I was not sold on the other three interns from the start. I couldn't decide If I loved Suk Yool or just found him annoying, although I think both might be true. I did think he has it worst up until the end, even when Young Yi and Baek Ki started to have an easier time in their respective teams, he was still being treated like garbage. The letter he wrote for GeuRae at the end made me cry. Yes he could be a bit too much at times but his heart was in the right place.

I really liked Baek Ki's journey. I hated him so much in the beginning, his ego and his superiority complex towards GeuRae pissed me off so much. But by the end I respected him because he finally respected GeuRae and saw that they had different strengths and he didn't always have to have the competition mode on.

Young Yi was different. Her scenes with her team made my stomach turn but I don't think I ever connected as much to her. Which is strange. For some reason I wasn't invested in her family drama or her past with the other company. I wanted to be, but I just wasn't. I don't know if it was me or the show but as much as I liked the scenes where all of them were together, when it was just her I just felt disconnected.

Them. I love them. I cried tears of joy in this moment. I just wanted them to be okay and together and as much as it could go either way, I am thankful that this is how it ended. Mr Oh is so dear to me. When he got sick I almost lost it. If anything were to happen to him... Anyway he was fine and so was I. He cared so much about his team but always needed to keep that manager image that inevitably faltered when he got drunk, which was a lot. Bless his wife. She was truly his rock through everything.

I adore him. From the very first moment I was just cheering for him all the way. His journey was wonderful. He was kind, he persevered and was always grateful for the opportunity he had. Loved to see him all grown up by the end. If I had just a wish was that he actually got to play baduk with Mr Choi and had completely obliterated him.

As usual, I don't really have the words to express my complete feelings about this show. Which is weird considering this is way longer than I thought it would be. Anyway. My heart is full but it was hard getting here. But the journey was definitely worth it.

[beigepillow]

What do you think about Kageyama? I see a lot of people turning him into a villain, and while he does annoy me a little sometimes, I can't hate him.

Many people like to write that Yashiro doesn’t owe Doumeki anything. Especially in the beginning, that Yashiro was not obligated to return Doumeki's feelings and that Yashiro has the right to reject Doumeki. But then they write that Kageyama is pure evil, since he rejected Yashiro and pushed him to further self-destruction... But based on their logic, no one owes anyone anything, so I don’t really understand the accusations towards Kageyama. Yes, you can criticize his behavior, but not the fact that he was not in love with Yashiro. Kageyama and Yashiro were teenagers back then. And a lot could have been different… I may think that Kageyami liked Yashiro, but not so much that he would try to touch Yashiro's dark side and his traumas. Kageyama is quite a complex character. He considers Yashiro to be his relative, but still believes in the far-fetched image in his head. I think he understands that behind Yashiro's mask lies a painful, terrible trauma. But Kageyama is too afraid to break through this mask and simply floats along the narrow path. As a friend, you can criticize him. He never made an effort to get to know the real Yashiro (or we were never shown that). I think he still loves him and knows about Yashiro's inner world, but does not want to plunge into this world.

I have wrote about Kage before but I am horrible at tagging and never thought my blog would interest people so I didn’t bother learning how to do it properly. I’ll try to be better about it now with tagging individual characters and topics but to get on topic, I never thought Kage was evil. I definitely noticed a hatred for him but since he hasn’t been in the story in a while and I don’t have particularly strong feelings for him, I didn’t necessarily feel the need to defend him. I don’t think Yoneda Kou wrote him with the intent of being a character with malicious intentions but I think he hits a sensitive spot for many readers as we’re way more likely to have a Kage than a Misumi. I agree with everything you said; I don’t feel it’s fair to hate Kage when he didn’t owe Yashiro anything. Also with the whole principle of not owing anyone anything, Doumeki doesn’t owe Yashiro a relationship and love either just as Yashiro doesn’t owe Doumeki anything. I don’t think either Yashiro nor Doumeki feel entitled to anything though. Yashiro definitely doesn’t hate Kage and valued him even though his love was unrequited and Doumeki doesn’t Yashiro for kicking him out of his life though he may resent him. Kage has an important purpose in Yashiro’s life in that he is Yashiro’s only true, equal friend and he does care for Yashiro deeply. He just ultimately couldn’t be what Yashiro needs and that is okay. Kage was only a teenager and probably felt he was doing what was best for Yashiro by stopping touching him. He is also not a mind reader who is supposed to know how Yashiro is feeling. Honestly, Yashiro could have run away if Kage tried to get Yashiro to open up as his trauma was still very much there when they were in high school and Kage is simply not the type to chase someone down which makes them incompatible. All in all, I do think Kage is definitely unfairly villainized and that no one owes anyone anything in saezuru but I will say that not owing anyone anything is not free of consequences either. Yashiro didn’t owe Kage a friendship and could have walked away but he chose not to and that should be respected.

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For the prompts maybeeee 14 for Curtwen or 24 for Lautski? Whichever you feel more like writing!

Good luck with the longer fics!! No rush at all, I know at least I’m in no rush for you to pump out work when the end result is wirth a longer wait! Have a great day :)

Went with Lautski cause I did 24 with Curtwen already. But I love them sooo much, they’re so silly!

Edit: I can’t believe I fucking posting this without copy pasting the fic I’m high ok

Peter didn't like his laugh. To be entirely honest, he hated it. It's something he was teased for a lot in the past, and it developed into a pretty big source for insecurity. He got into the habit of masking it, twisting it to try and sound more manly. But there were times, around those he trusted, that he'd let his guard down.

He and Steph were cuddling on the couch watching Spaceballs. He was excited to know that she'd never seen it before and was eager to see her reaction to all the jokes. She has seen Star Wars, so she could appreciate and laugh along with all the clever quips and references. But even more than the jokes, she was amused by how much Peter was enjoying it.

"Wow, who knew you were such a giggle bug!" she teased after he recovered from a giggle fit. He choked on his spit in shock, pretending to clear his throat. He looked at her incredulously.

"Steph..."

She furrowed her brows. "What?"

"I don't giggle," he insisted, as if the very idea was a stupid thought. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him with a mixture of shock, amusement, and disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Uh, no?"

"You were literally just giggling!" she reasoned, an annoyed grin twitching at her lips.

"Steph, what'd I just say?" he asked, cocking a brow. She arched an eyebrow back at him.

"Oh? Am I gonna have to prove my point?" she asked, voice dipping into a more sultry register. A pale blush crept up Peter's neck as he shifted in his seat.

"Heh, I'd like to see you try," he sassed, returning his attention to the movie. Her mouth hung open at his sheer audacity.

"Oh, okay, so you wanna be like that," she said, nodding to herself. She could do this the hard way. She preferred it, actually.

He let out a startled noise of protest as she paused the movie, eyes widening as she straddled his waist.

"W-whoa Steph, my brother could get home any minute!" he said, a blush already burning his cheeks. She chuckled and shook her head.

"I'm sure it's nothing he's never seen before."

Peter gawked, left speechless by her bold words, but before he could question her further, she started squeezing his sides. He curled in, barking out a laugh in shock.

"W-wahait!" he held his arms out in front of himself for protection, but she easily slipped under his defenses.

"Nope! You said you don't giggle, so just prove me wrong! Shouldn't be that hard since, y'know, you don't giggle," she mocked, leaning down into his personal space as her fingers skittered across his skin, crawling across his stomach.

He snorted as her nails grazed a particularly sensitive spot, helpless giggles spilling out.

"Ihi was wrong, okahay? Ihihi'm sohohorry!" he pleaded, weakly swatting her hands. She gasped in fake shock.

"So you lied?" she asked dramatically.

"No no wait Steph-"

She didn't let him finish his sentence, replacing whatever it was he planned on saying with the most adorable giggles she's ever heard.