#proceeded to mad react at everything

[imagine-knb]

Custom [A Kasamatsu/Reader Drabble]

Had this drabble in my mind and thought I would share. Would people be interested if I posted some of my random headcanons from time to time? Admin Neon

Kasamatsu could feel your eyes on him and, despite the fact the two of you had been in a relationship for quite some time now, he felt the attention was nerve-wracking. He could already feel the prickling of embarrassment on the back of his neck. He pried his eyes of his cellphone for a moment, glancing up in your direction toward the other end of the couch – the two of you had been lounging; it was a lazy day.

When his steely grays met your eyes, Kasamatsu heard you squeak as a small grin broke out on your lips. You threw your gaze back down to the console in your hands, the grin still on your face as you lifted it up as a makeshift shield. He kept staring until you eventually peered back at him, a snicker leaving your lips when you saw him still looking.

“What are you doing?” His question had come out grunted as he shifted to sit upright on the couch. Kasamatsu leaned closer toward you, trying to catch a glimpse of your screen. Before he could catch what you were doing, you pulled the console closer to your chest. He quirked a brow. “Okay, now I’m really curious.”

“It’s nothing important, really,” you tried to reassure behind an amused smile. You were still holding the console close enough to hide your screen, but for a quick second you glanced back down at it before meeting his gaze once more.

The corner of Kasamatsu’s lip twitched up into a minute smirk. “I don’t believe you.” This time as he shifted on the couch, he moved to hover over you, trapping you against the arm rest with both of his arms to either of your side. He pushed his head closer to yours, ignoring your protests that he’d find what you were doing stupid. “No I won’t. Come on, let me see.”

It didn’t take you long to finally relent, tilting the screen just enough that Kasamatsu could finally catch a glimpse. His eyes fell onto your screen – it was upside down for him – and he noted the game you were playing. It was that cutesy life sim you had been obsessed with for weeks, catching virtual bugs and entering virtual fishing tournaments all while chatting with your various virtual animal neighbors. You were currently talking with what appeared to be a very grunge looking wolf, but it wasn’t the animal sprite that had caught Kasamatsu’s attention.

“Is that…” He felt that prickle of embarrassment again as his eyes stayed glued onto your avatar. He twisted around a bit to get a better view. “Is that supposed to be me?”

Your gentle laugh that followed forced the heated flush from his neck and up onto his cheeks. As you turned the console screen so he could get a better view, Kasamatsu noted all the detail you had put into your character’s design. You’d picked a hairstyle as close to his as possible, taking your mimicry as far as customizing a familiar pair of eyebrows. Even the clothing your character wore, a nostalgic set of blue and white branded by the number four, had been detailed enough to immediately recognize. Somehow, you’d even managed to paste a scowl onto your character’s face.

“Never mind, it is stupid,” Kasamatsu grunted as he pushed off the arm rest of the couch. He fell back onto his side with a huff, pulling out his phone once more to scroll through his feed. He tried his best to hide the red blush on his face as you snickered at his obvious embarrassment.

Later that night, as he walked passed you behind the couch, he caught another glimpse of your console screen. You had switched your character back to looking more like you, but it was still wearing that customized shirt that looked an awful lot like his old jersey.

He wondered if he could find it in the recesses of his closet, knowing for you sure that you’d look a thousand times better in it in real life.

[6esiree]

Trick or treat! I was wondering how some of the boys would react to a reader in a slutty costume. Character can be dealer's choice honestly, I just love your writing!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞

"Dear me, what are you..." Alastor sputtered as you walked out of the bathroom, his eyes widening and his ears falling flat against his head as you proceeded to twist and turn, putting on a little show for him so he could see your costume from all angles. "...wearing?"

"Oh no, do I look bad?" You instantly stopped in your shameless display, the excited smile on your face falling and your arms coming around your body to shield yourself from Alastor's prying eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious, "I knew I shouldn't have—"

"No, no! That is not what I meant," Alastor quickly added, turning his head to the side, but the image of your curves, your cleavage, and everything that drove him mad remained engrained in his mind, "I was only wondering where the rest of it was, that is all!"

⊹ Watching Alastor stumble over his words in a flurry of shock and embarrassment over your apparent state of undress was a strange affair for you. He was always so composed, so difficult to gauge when it came to what he truly felt about something. And while you, including the rest of Hell, knew that he was incredibly old-fashioned—his speech, his mannerisms, his values and beliefs, they hardly evolved even after almost a century after he died.

⊹ You still assumed that he had built up some sort of immunity towards the fashion that modern sinners such as yourself followed. But as he hastily removed his coat with a flushed face, you realized that he had simply learned to mask his distaste for what he considered to be immodest behavior. Well, that and only you could inspire the carnal desires he fought hard to suppress for the longest time, not some measly stranger that tried to come onto him.

"You know, Al," You teasingly booped his nose as he draped his coat over your shoulders, which looked comically large on your smaller frame. He offered you a half-hearted scoff before fixing to button it for you. "People will think I'm dressed as a sexy version of you."

⊹ Unfortunately for him, the top half didn't have any buttons, so your cleavage remained on display for any greedy sinner to appreciate. His lips almost curled downwards in a frown—almost—but as you tossed your arms around his shoulders and pulled his body flush against yours, you placed a tender kiss on his lips and assured him that nobody would dare look at you while in his presence.

"Perhaps so, but can you blame me for being selfish, darling?" Alastor dipped his head to place a gentle kiss on your jaw, his hands coming down to admire the sinuous nature of your curves. "For believing that nobody but I should gaze upon your beauty?"

⊹ You promptly shook your head in response, a large grin sprawling across those sharp features of his that you desperately loved. One hand lingered on your waist, but the other traveled up your body to affectionately cradle your face, a static-like "Good girl" that oozed pure, utter gratification and an unmistakeable amount of possessiveness seeping past his lips.

⊹ Everybody was waiting for you downstairs to get the party started, but as a shiver wracked your spine, you supposed that they could wait just a little bit longer. And apparently, so did Alastor. He craned his neck and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, telling you that your costume needed a few "adjustments" before you could join the others, whatever that meant.

[bunnob]

How the brothers react to you scolding them pt2

Part 1 is linked at the bottom

Satan-

We all know he likes to pull pranks on Lucifer, well this particular time it back fired. Satan put a curse on a stack of student council work intending for Lucifer to pick it up and turn into a cat, unfortunately you were sent to retrieve the papers from the council room and upon picking the papers up you were suddenly a small fur ball. Satan came running into the room with a camera hoping to get a picture to humiliate Lucifer with but instead saw a feline version of MC. Upon realizing the error he made he was much happier and tried to pet you which left him needing several band-aids and a sour expression on his face as Solomon reverted you back to normal.

Asmo-

Asmo is a notorious flirt in the Devildom, he commonly would flirt with others and ghost the leaving them nothing but a broken heart. The latest person he pulled this stunt on came crying to you begging you to ask Asmo why he left, when you got back to the HOL you asked Asmo about what he did and he proceeded to talk about how it was all a game which made you mad. You yelled at him telling him that people's feelings shouldn't be toyed with and how what he was doing was wrong, he stopped playing his "games" after but was a little bitter about the lack entertainment he was having.

Beel-

You came home one day after a long conference with Lucifer excited to eat your left overs after a day of not having time to eat, you open the fridge and their gone not even a smudge of its existence where you left it, no problem you'll just find something else. Imagine your horror when your grumbling stomach is beginning for food and everything had been cleaned out. There was only one person in all 3 world that could do that and you were ready to fight them, you open the door to see been in his bed eating a bag of chips, you quickly grabbed the bag away from him and started to question him about the missing food and he proceeded to tell you how sorry he was and that he thought he was gonna starve to death. Beel is supper sorry and takes you to Hells Kitchen to make up for it.(he steals that food too, but only a few fries)

Belphigor-

He's a blanket snatcher with no shame, you two will be in bed all warm one second and the second Belphie comes you'll be freezing in the middle of the night, when you try to reclaim your blanket he shoves you out of the bed, eventually you give up a d move to the attic but he follows you, he tries to lay down but you kick him out telling him that he can't sleep with you until he fixes his blanket snatching issues. He was displeased with this and as petty revenge he stole all your blankets for a couple weeks.(enjoy sleeping in the cold)

(OH wow, I didn't expect as many likes in part 1 as I did I'm so glad you guys like it, I'll post side characters tomorrow. Please let me know if you want to see other work I'd be happy to obliged. )

[caelisblade]

¡! attention | tartaglia

warnings: unprotected sex, established relationship, fem!bodied reader, oral (both), fingering (fem receiving), mentions of a ceiling mirror lol, very loving and whipped bf childe <3, overstimulation, very self indulgent, where is my gamer bf 

word count: 2.3k

disclaimer: this is a repost from my old blog yaesnovels.

you didn’t want to disturb him.

it wasn’t like he would be mad or anything about you going in while he’s gaming and talking to him, in fact, he would be very excited to see you back from work, yet you knew that childe didn’t have time to play his games with his friends for a few days and you knew this was a break well-deserved, after working so much the past couple of days.

yet, you needed his attention so much in that moment. especially after seeing how tensed from everything he looked from losing multiple matches over and over. and he looked hot. and it didn’t help that the weather was extremely hot and childe had taken off his shirt, sitting there with only his shorts as you watched his lean and muscular body tense up once again while he talked to his friends. 

his eyes widened at you suddenly crawling under the table and pulling down said shorts to press soft kisses on his cock’s tip. his body tensed up even more while you started to stroke his cock at the same time with your hand to get him harder. 

“wha-”

“shh, don’t talk. just … continue playing”, you whispered as you looked up to him with a little grin on your lips before you took his tip into your mouth and heard him breath in sharply. it took him all sort of self-control not to moan out at you twirling your tongue around his tip and he looked down to see you smiling up to him.

childe let out a particularly loud groan when you started to take him a little deeper into your mouth. you had thought it would be good to surprise him as he was already stressed out and tense from work and losing the games. and just hearing those little grunts and groans made you clench your thighs together.

he couldn’t even focus on his game anymore. so, he just announced to his friends in the voice chat – in which he had previously muted himself in, because fuck, he wasn’t going to let them hear him get sucked off – that he would be going offline as ‘there was something else he needed to take care of’.

before you could even react, he was already pulling you up from your uncomfortable spot under the desk and was pressing his lips on yours. he was quick to have you sit on the desk while he was standing between your legs.

“god, what did i do to deserve you?”, he asked as he trailed his lips down your neck and you closed your eyes in bliss, shivers forming on your skin. a soft moan escaped your lips as he proceeded to pull on your shirt to suck on your one nipple while he was pinching the other one softly. getting impatient, he took it off to press light kisses all over your stomach. “so cute and adorable when you were trying to suck me off, darling. i love you.”

he finally pulled down your own shorts, leaving you all naked in front of him. he looked into your eyes which sent a shudder through your body, making him smile. after all this time you still shivered at the way he looked at you. his voice got so much deeper all of a sudden; “all you wanted was some attention, right? you could’ve just asked but decided to go such ways, my love. unnecessary waste of time. you know, i love to give you all the attention you want. all you need to do is to ask. it doesn’t matter if i’m gaming. just go ahead.”

“i just wanted to make you feel good”, you mumbled as a reply. your fingers were tangled up in his hair from the sweet kisses he had given you just now. “i know you’ve been stressed out lately and i didn’t want to disturb you from your gaming because you deserved this time with your friends more than anything.”

childe realized once again how much in love he was with you. you were so considerate and showed him how much you loved him every single day in every way possible. 

he then finally put his thumb on your clit, slowly and softly massaging over the sensitive spot and making you breathe in sharply. childe was being extra slow and it felt like there was almost no pressure coming from his thumb that would make you lose your mind and have your eyes roll back like usually with him. “please”, you said with a soft voice. 

he had this smug smirk on his lips that made you realize how he was going to tease you – probably to the point you’re on the verge of tears, maybe even actually crying before he finally makes you cum on only his fingers and maybe his mouth, too.

“sorry? i don’t think i got that. would you please repeat it, my love?”, he said while starting to rub your clit with a little more pressure, before he stopped to listen to your breaking voice beg for him.

“please, just …”, you didn’t know what you were asking for anymore; all you wanted was his attention on you and you got that now. “just please make me come. all i wanted was your attention and i know i should’ve just asked, but just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“i know, darling, i know. i’m just messing with you. i want to make you feel good, yeah? i was just kidding, darling, i just wanted to hear you beg for me”, he reassured you with a giggle before he proceeded with softly circling his thumb around your clit and multiple soft pecks on your lips. “do you want me to continue?” your quick nodding made him chuckle once again before he leaned in and softly kissed you on the lips once again, this time longer than the previous ones.

he loved doing that – giving you soft, little and playful kisses on the lips. they made you happy and your soft giggles warmed his heart. at times like this he felt extremely lucky to be yours and that you were his.

childe was extremely sweet during foreplay. well, most of the time. he would take his time pleasuring you with his tongue or fingers alone. at other times, however, he would be so impatient to finally take you, raw and with nothing holding him back. today was one of the days he felt even more … generous than usual with the foreplay.

he was quick to make you come on his fingers once; oh, those beautiful, long fingers that made you see stars so quickly. the way they reached deeper than yours could ever – you loved his hands and fingers quite a lot – more than you’d admit to him directly. 

then he took his time with eating you out – he always talked about how much he loved it and the taste of you. childe was such a giving lover; you sometimes couldn’t handle it. he managed to make you cum just on his tongue so quickly, it took you a couple of moments to calm down again. 

“ajax, please”, you were breathless as you tangled up your fingers in his hair to pull him up to look at him properly. his chin and lips were glistening with his spit and your cum; he quickly brushed it away with his thumb and licked the remaining cum away – and he once again had this smirk on his lips, knowing the effect on this tiny little action on you. your whole body was shaking from the aftermath of the two orgasms he managed to pull out of you back to back. 

he was quick to take you down from his desk, have you lay down on your shared bed and climb on top of you. the deep, loving gaze made you feel the same butterflies you were feeling just moments ago once again. “i love you”, childe mumbled as he buried his face into your neck, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin and making you whine.

“can you please just fuck me now? i have been waiting patiently, ajax. please.” you were on the verge of tears – just as he intended to – as you felt his tip on your sensitive clit with which he had been previously playing around with his thumb while he was eating you out.

“how can i say no to you?”, he replied before he aligned himself with your hole and slowly thrusted in. your eyes rolled back as the overstimulation kicked in and made you squirm around – to which he grabbed your legs and held them firmly. the grip was so tight that you were sure you would feel the pain of them tomorrow. 

childe started off with a rather slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you too much anymore after all the teasing and overstimulation he had already put your body through. however, you clenching around him so tightly made him forget about that and he was quick to fasten his pace. your moans grew louder and you were already so close once again.

his grunts were heavenly to listen to – you could swear you would be able to get off to them alone so easily. as you closed your eyes in bliss, he roughly grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “eyes open, darling. i need you to watch how i rearrange your fucking guts”, he grunted out. the sudden action made you once again roll your eyes back. 

right, the mirror. he insisted on the mirror right over the bed as you moved in together because “it would make things interesting”. his words. you tried to focus on your reflection on top of you.

watching his rough thrusts you noticed how tense his entire body had become in focus of pleasuring you. however, that wasn’t the how things were supposed to be. you wanted to make him feel relaxed and destress. yet, you also knew being a giving lover, this was his way of relaxing – by seeing you lose your mind while he rearranges your guts.

all those thoughts disappeared when childe delivered a particularly hard thrust that made you moan out loudly and close your eyes for a moment, as you finally felt him come inside of you. he let out a deep groan that had you focus on his heavy breaths. 

you watched his body relax over you as he continued with a couple more slower thrusts to ride out his orgasm and he proceeded with trying to get you to your release with his fingers rubbing over your clit. the way you finally clenched around him as you came made him groan out once again.

he doesn’t remember the last time he had come this hard. maybe it was the way you kept on insisting to get him to relax and tried to suck him off by surprise – which his ego just didn’t accept. he lived off your reactions to him giving you all the pleasure he possibly could. and today, those reactions were particularly turning him on. 

once he pulled out, he watched his cum drip out of you on the sheets. oh, how much he loved to watch you be unable to take everything he has to give to you.

that alone made him want to go again, his cock once again hard against his belly. he was quick to pull you on top of him as he was sitting up against the headboard and you were sitting on his lap. “ride me. please”, he mumbled. “i know you’re sensitive and just want to sleep but–”

you interrupted his little “speech” by aligning your hole with his cock and pushing yourself down on him. he looked up into the mirror as you slowly started off to ride him and the look alone of your struggling to take him could’ve made him come again in less than a minute like a horny teenager. “oh, god, ajax”, you sighed at the way he felt inside of you, making you feel all those butterflies and shivers down your spine. 

childe put his arms around your waist as you lost any remaining energy in your body and slumped down against his chest. “please, i … can’t”, your voice was so breathless and hoarse. “i just wanted you to feel good and wanted to help you destress but … too much.”

“come on, my love, you can do this one more time”, he started off to thrust up into your cunt and made you cry out loudly, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks and he felt them drop on his skin. he knew he was close and could tell the same about you by the way you started clenching around him so tightly, your body shuddering and shaking. 

he let out the prettiest and whiniest moan when he finally came inside of you once again. childe didn’t remember the last time he was this sensitive but he liked the feeling. he slowly pulled out again, slowly rolling you around to have you lay on your back. “didn’t…”, you mumbled.

oh, he couldn’t have his pretty baby be this close and not come for him again. he placed a soft kiss on your clit and proceeded to finger you until he felt you come for the last time for the night, his fingers were coated in a mix of his cum and your slick. he softly tapped your lips with his fingertips and made you suck them clean. 

“i’m so proud of you, darling. don’t worry about anything, just let me clean you up and we’ll sleep, yeah?”, he said and you nodded with a smile on your lips. he quickly did what he promised and hugged you tight as he put the blanket over the both of you.

“i love you”, you said, almost asleep and made him smile brightly. oh, and how much he loved you, too.

[kai-tus]

10. Self-advocacy

It's a constant battle for us to not be seen as lazy and unwilling, especially since that's exactly how we thought we were for a long time. It's not as hard to people that aren't harboring so much internalized ableism. Earlier in September, we were attending these online meetings to try to figure out how to combat procrastination, and multiple times we saw the mentions of "Oh, it's not fun or interesting? Then just DO IT ANYWAYS! Problem solved :D" and we're like 'ma'am...MA'AM. THIS ISN'T HOW ADHD WORKS MA'AM. STOP TELLING ME THIS.' And so we got mad enough to pull an all-nighter writing an essay about ASD + ADHD + AuDHD cause we felt like the misinfo levels were through the roof here. And then they were all like 'well, do you want any accommodations?' No, I just want to not be given useless advice, please and thank you.

11. Unlearning ableism

Doing this had a LOT to do with learning to not take our parents' words for everything, cause that's what made us feel shameful for what we were doing in the first place. Instead of hating ourselves for our mistakes, we started to hate how they reacted to it instead. And then from there on, we could learn how to work WITH our symptoms instead of working AGAINST them.

12. Differently wired

It's funny how everyone assumes we think similarly to them. We just simply don't. Just recently, we pointed out to our dad that we don't experience satisfaction after completing a hard task, we just feel very drained. This is a common autistic/audhd experience as far as we can tell. And he proceeded to say that to not experience that would be inhuman. Why?? I'll never understand it.

13. Vivid imagination

I actually didn't know this was a part of autism before now, but I guess that explains our maladaptive daydreaming quite well lmao. It's just an autistic imagination recycled as a maladaptive coping mechanism, after all.

14. Hyperfixations

Oh boy...hyperfixations. Pretty much all of our 'minor interests' are just hyperfixations that fade within the same week. They're the big ideas that we lose motivation for before we get to do anything with them. Just a couple days ago, we were researching quantum physics to figure out how all the kinds of quarks are different from each other. Earlier this same week, we were interested in what kinds of chemical properties are present in capsaicin. Our hyperfixations are like fireworks. They put on a grand show and disappear as quickly as they appeared.

[onestepbackwards]

a request… idea? however you wanna call it. emmet w/ a very very short s/o. im talking like, five feet tall. he teases them abt their height (not maliciously ofc, he’d stop if they asked!), but one day. one day they have enough. they climb onto his shoulders and tell him theyre staying there for the day unless an emergency happens. what does he do.

djfl;asjdl;sfjd This is a cute idea, I love it.

Pairing: Emmet x Reader

Word Count: 559 words!

CW: Fluff!

"I swear, I am going to throw you into the sun."

Emmet of course could only giggle as he leaned against you, his arm against your head to balance himself.

"But yet you haven't."

You sigh, blowing a tuft of hair our from your face.

"Yeah yeah, ha ha. Now move, I need to grab one of the tea boxes from the cabinet-"

Emmet seemed to smile a bit more, and you could already feel his shenanigans were going to get worse.

Normally you didn't mind it, it was just teasing, after all. But he had been doing it a bunch lately, and you didn't sleep much last night due to your late shift at work.

"I don't know, seems a bit of a reach. Sure you don't need a ladder?"

Feeling your eye twitch, it was as if a dam broke.

You weren't mad, but you definitely had enough of his teasing.

"That is it."

Emmet didn't have time to react as you pulled yourself out from under him, and proceeded to climb on his back like a pachirisu.

"Wha- hey!"

Emmet tried to get you to let go, only to freeze when he realized if he tried too hard, you'd be thrown and possibly get hurt.

Especially as you clung to him even tighter with a laugh.

"Let's see how you like it, you menace!"

Emmet laughed at your words, trying to regain his balance. Had he pushed you that far? Perhaps he had misjudged how much he was toeing the line today.

"I do not think this is safe! Verrrry not safe!"

"And yet you do this shit to Ingo all the time, and you are laughing!"

"That's different!"

"Oh, it is not and you know it."

Despite everything he did, you did not let go. You firmly kept yourself attached to his shoulders.

"I'm staying right here for the rest of the day."

Emmet awkwardly craned his neck to look up at you. His smile was ever present on his face, but you could see the look in his eyes wavering at the tone of your voice.

"Ah, you aren't serious, are you?"

The grin that formed on your face nearly mirrored his own, and Emmet felt his stomach drop when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

"Oh, I'm dead serious. Unless there is an emergency, I'm not leaving this spot."

Perhaps Emmet should have dialed it back a notch, but he found himself standing up a bit straighter.

After all, he never backed down from a challenge.

"So be it. I am Emmet, and I will handle this with grace."

He seemed so determined, at least until he froze when looking to the side.

There stood Ingo in the entrance of the kitchen staring at you both exasperated.

"Is the kitchen really the necessary place to be doing such shenanigans?"

You and Emmet shared a glance.

"Sorry. We'll continue this in the living room."

Ingo looked even more done with both of your shit as Emmet proudly walked past with you still on his shoulders. Ingo was in for a long day, he could already feel it.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he shook his head as he heard one of you yell from the living room, followed by a crash.

A long day indeed. At least you both were having fun.

[baby-tini]

hi! it's me again 🤣 i just reread M4S and realized that reader manipulated them by stealing drugs to have them capture her

how do you think bonten!mikey will react to finding out that his darling is manipulative?

like she feel inlove with him when she first saw him so she purposely went to same clubs as him and made scenarios to make him interested in her 😜 like accidentally toppling over him acting as if she's drunk etc. mikey kidnaps her bc he feel for her and then finds out she did those intentionally

im so sorry if this is so specific 😭 english isn't my first language so i wasn't sure if i relayed my thoughts properly

thank you so much for writing! I LOVE LOVE LOVE EVERYTHING 💖💖💖

The first time that he saw you in one of the clubs that he owns, he thought you were the prettiest little thing he's ever laid eyes on, so, he had one of his executives bring you over to him, and there, you proceeded too stay sat with him on a luxurious couch for hours Sipping on the most expensive alcohol you've ever had the fortune of tasting as he talked business with his executives. He had kept one of his hands on your thighs he talked to the other man, his hand was cold but it was still pleasant too have on your skin. His hand was soft as he dragged it up and down your thigh, glancing at you so often. He had taken you back to an expensive hotel that night and fucked you, you're more then willing too say that it was the best sex of your life and you wouldn't even be lying. From then on though, you were obsessed with him, maybe it was the sex or just that raw authority that surrounded him but you were hooked, dangerously hooked and you needed him, he was like a drug and you were hooked- so far gone that you paid no mind too anything else that wasn't him.

The second time you saw him was far from coincidental as you continued too frequent that club that you met him in, even getting a job as a waitress at said club so that you'd have access to the VIP room and you were so excited when his eyes met your but he turned away as he continues too conversate with another man and you knew from there on what you had too do. Because.. if you made it look like fate and you were everywhere he was... would he always look at you then? You had too give it a try as you bribed one of his security guards for his schedule for the next month as you proceeded too show up everywhere he was, even going as far too frequent the pastry shop that he always got the dorayaki from, learning how too make it and even trying it yourself so that you had something in common.. even if it was a little too sweet for your tastebuds. He seemed too like the color red so that's what you were constantly seen in when you would go to that club, of course you wanted too get closer but you knew that'd be impossible with constant security and his second in command.. his loyal mad dog; Sanzu Haruchiyo. You really didn't like Sanzu, he'd always watch you, like he knew what you were upto, he was smart, you'd give him that. You ignored him nonetheless, you wanted too be with Manjiro Sano and you would, so you'd dance in the club, you knew he saw you, because your eyes would meet dark obsidian as you danced away in the loud club.

Making sure too sway with the music as you pretended not too notice how invasive the eyes of the most dangerous man in all of Japan could be. He'd approach you more often ever since you started your little plan, and it would always unfortunately end the same way; with sex. While you're not complaining about it, you wanted too be closer, too have him closer. So that's exactly what you put your mind too, more then focused on getting into Bonten, so you started getting involved with shady people that owed Bonten something, money, drugs.. their life, you didn't care, you just wanted in. So when you had successfully been kidnapped by default of being surrounded by people that Bonen wanted dead, you knew you were in. Especially when the man himself, Manjiro Sano, pulled the blindfold down and your eyes fluttered open too meet onyx ones, the empty look in his eyes had filled with recognition before he told his lackeys too untie you.

He had taken you in his office and you had cried to Mikeys, the tears were fake, but.. he didn't need too know that as you explained to him that you were in danger because people were after, your father drowning in debt and your only option was too surround yourself with people that could protect you and that's what you did. You saw his usually empty eyes soften as you spewed lie after lie to him, even going as far as too get on your knees and blabber out meaningless apologies, stating that if you knew just who those people, you would've never hung out with them. He had listened to you, watching as you put on a show, over-dramatizing and lying straight to his face. You hoped your performance was good enough and you knew it was when he nodded and made a phone call, it was too quiet for you too hear anything but you just continued your false sobbing, feeling his eyes burning into you as you just continued your show. You knew you had won though, when he put the phone down and had you come sit down at his desk and asked you too explain just what exactly happened and who your father was in debt with, deciding too give him the name of a gang that Bonten hated and you watched his eyes narrow in distaste as he promised you protection just until that gang was eradicated, you knew Mikey was only doing this out of spite of the other gang but you didn't care, you were confident that you could have him wrapped around your finger before that even came too fruition.

[merrycrisis-if]

hi!! First ask ever but I wanted to like share this?

Especially since I love this IF so so much. Qiu has quickly become my favourite. (Curse my favouritism because he's been all I can think about fr.

(SPOILERS FOR QIU!!!!) just incase

But basically during the start of the IF when we choose between how we reacted to the breakup with Nat, I noticed that if you chose the option of trying to move on. It says: "sometimes you wished for someone reckless, someone wildly hopeful, who'd continue to fight for the dying embers of your flame."

And I just wanted to specifically point out the latter half of the sentence. And how we see later that Qiu does exactly that although a few years too late. They're reckless about it too (it happens either during a reunion with classmates or in public so). And so so hopeful that maybe just maybe, you can let them try to fight for you, your affection, and your forgiveness and trust.

They essentially cast aside the doubts and mistake they mad during the breakup?? Congratulations with champagne scene. And decide to stay hopeful whether or not its futile.

And once I made that super flimsy connection my mind just went blank. And the I proceeded to sob inwardly as i immediately related to Qiu. Like the pressure of growing up with parents/a parent who places their dreams and expectations on your shoulders and leaving no space to breathe almost . Hits too hard. And the respite you get with one special person only to end up so consumed with your parents dreams instead of your own and just ultimately pushing them away????

Sobbbing.

Anyways this IF is so fun and sad and just an emotional rollercoaster and I loved every second of it.

(Ps. English isn't my first language so if anything was confusing to understand let me know!!!)

Ahhh this is a gem of an ask, thank you for filling my inbox with such a good one!

I love that you noticed how Qiu finally makes good on what MC needed/wanted so much from them (albeit being a couple of years too late)—as you said, they finally try to fight for you, recklessly, in front of everyone, consequences and logic and squeaky clean image be damned! It's everything they couldn't do in the past, but now it might just be too late. I wanted readers to savor the tragic irony in that.

Anyway, I'm very honored that you relate to Qiu and that their choices hit hard. I've seen way too many friends like that as well, and you phrase it so well in your message (this last bit quoted below is so real!)

And the respite you get with one special person only to end up so consumed with your parents dreams instead of your own and just ultimately pushing them away????

[sweetcreatxr]

♡ Always been you (3) ♡

Part 3 - La vie en Rose

A Chris Evans x male reader mini fic 🎀

Here part 2 !

Warning : Chris being threatening and a savage but also vulnerable man, hurt/comfort beacuse its amazing ! , reader and Chris being idiots in love !

AN : soooo... I'm so sorry for the long delay omg...1 year...but in my defence, I've been caught up with school, and now that I've finished high school, I'll have more free time ! Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy it !

Chris' pov

Chris was now running down the stadium's aisle, Dan, the security guy trying to keep up with him.

" Mr Evans !! Please slow down"

But Chris had no intention in the world to do so. He had to be fast and to make it to the backstage before the end of the song y/n's was now singing. But as he kept running around these walls, Chris ran into something. Or rather someone. And this someone was not other than y/n's bandmate. The very first cause he was in this situation in the first place. He had a small grin on his face plus eyes reflecting malice and distrust.

"Well, well, well...isn't it Chris Evans or should I say, y/n's ex boyfriend ?"

He chuckled a bit, probably amused by his words but it wasn't the case for Chris : he was pissed and mad, first at this dude but then at himself to think his boyfriend will want anything with this man looking like a cockroach. Chris wasn't a narcissist or full of himself, but at this very moment, he couldn't hide the bright smile on his face as he eyed David from head to toe.

David hasn't missed that as confusion could be read on his face, his sight landing everywhere, but at Chris, he was ashamed, but soon it turned into anger.

"What the fuck are you smiling at lame ass ?? Uh ?? Anyway why the fuck are you here ? Y/n's said he didn't want to see you anymore !"

Chris kept smiling and then out of nowhere burst out laughing as if what he just heard was the funniest thing someone had just said to him. David stood still, unsure of what just happened and how he should react.

The Bostonian man then proceeded to calm down a bit before speaking those words :

" Damn...I was so dumb to- to think my man will be somewhat interested in something like you...I mean look at you ! All desperate and shit... but you forgot something here, little boy"

Chris got closer to him, trying to look somewhat threatening, and he was as David stepped down a bit, looking down.

" Y/n's is mine, and we're in love, so go play somewhere else before I break you in half."

His tone was cold, voice low and body tensed but with a devilish smile on his face. He meant everything he said, and even if he he didn't know if he was capable of breaking off someone's body in half, he sure knew someone who could do it...

David ran away without waiting any further for more threats. He was definitely terrified and good, thought Chris, he didn't want to ever deal with this man ever again. And yes, even if David wasn't 100% to blame about this situation, it still made Chris feel better about himself. He was still a man, after all !

Dan on the other hand was still running toward Chris as they had a pretty gap of distance.

" Fuck...arggg Mr Evans...you're too fast for me...I- I need to-to do exercise more often"

Dan said feeling as if the whole world was about to collapse on him.

"Don't worry Dan, I'll teach you, but now let's head to the backstage shall we ?"

Y/n's POV

Y/n had finished the last song on the first section for today's concert, and after interacting with fans, doing some bad dad jokes and dancing to ABBA's song, it was now time to head backstage for a quick break and a outfit change.

" Okay okay guys, cigarette break !!! I'll be back but I gotta smoke !"

It wasn't actually true, y/n's didn't smoke and he didn't want to, afraid of damaging his vocal chords. But his fans knew the code : time to slut this body up !

He ran towards the backstage, his crew putting thumbs up, saying he did an incredible job and reminding him of his 20-minute pause.

After hydrating correctly, y/n went in the room he changed earlier, his outfit was already on the couch as well as...Chris ???

What was he doing here ?? Y/n thought he left since he didn't see him anymore on the VIP section. He figured he went home and was waiting on Y/n's to come so they could talk but he was NOT expecting this AT ALL.

"Chris..."

It sounded like a whisper, and it was one since the latter only saw his lover's lips moving without any sound coming out.

" Love..."

It was awkward, very awkward, and the singer didn't know how to react ! If he should kiss him or kick him, it was very confusing ! So he stayed in front of the door, still wide open. Anyone passing by would have seen what was happening, but y/n spoke first.

" Chris...i- what are you doing here ??"

Chris got up, slowly moving towards his lover and reach for his hands. And even though y/n's was tensed, he didn't kick him away, a good start !

" There are so many things I need to tell you baby i-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the singer cut him off.

" No ! Let me speak first. You left me. You left me and didn't even bother responding to my messages. More than 500 Chris. And same for the calls, you denied every single one of them. During 5 months, you left me at my worst. I was crying night and day on our bed while you were at your brother's or at clubs. I'm not mad about the words you say to me even though yes they were horrible, because I believe I had once said even more horrible things to you, and you forgave me the next day. No, I'm not mad at that, couple fights it's just a thing ! But for you to leave for 5 months and not even let me know if you're okay or if you think we should break up is some devil's work, Christopher. Imagine you instead of me and tell me how you'll fell uh ? Tell me how you will try to cope with the fact that your boyfriend doesn't want to even talk to you or look at you or -"

Chris's heart broke at every single word his lover was saying. He thought he could get with an apology and a quicky before the times up, but oh dear, he was wrong. Y/n's was angry, sad, but mostly disappointed, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't just forgive Chris like that as if nothing happened and that it was a simple fight. No ! He couldn't ! But a part of him was telling him to give Chris a 2nd chance, and he wanted that so bad ! He was in love with Chris and even ready to marry him ! But things had changed now, and he wasn't so sure about the whole thing.

" Baby please...i- I know what I did was terrible and I don't even deserve your forgiveness, I was a terrible boyfriend and let my insecurities get the best of us...im so sorry...you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this-

Y/n's was now worried, Chris was spiraling and kept saying the same thing " you don't deserve this" it was of of the first time of more than a decade knowing Chris that Y/n's saw him like this : vulnerable, weak and ready to finish off.

The singer quickly put him into a tight embrace, leading them on the couch and laying down on it. Chris had his head on y/n's neck, and he was now singing a soft tune in his ear, trying to calm him. An acapela version of La vie en rose was filing the room as Y/n's thrust his hands on Chris' hair, slowly massaging his roots.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

This moment right here was the first time y/n has felt this way since 5 months : relaxed and actually happy ! Even though the situation between the two was still confusing and unsolved, by the very first time y/n had pressed his lips on Chris' forehead, he realised that he needed the actor too. He couldn't just pretend as if he didn't want to let him a 2nd chance. Everyone deserves one after all !

His thoughts were cut down but one of his member crew rushing in the room and yelling :

" Y/n 5 MINUTES LE- oh my God...im so sorry, I'll go but make quick you're not even dressed !"

And there she's gone provoking a small chuckle coming out the singer. The latter quickly but safely pushed Chris away from him, covering him with a blanket and kissing him as he was asleep. He then proceed to undress himself but as he was to put on his pants he heard Chris' voice.

" Fuck...I'm missed seeing your body so much..."

And as absurd as it was, y/n blushed and continued to dress up which was easy since the pants was the only piece of fabric of this outfit.

" Okay I gotta go now Chris, we'll talked together after okay ?"

He was ready to go but Chris maintained his hand and pulled him into his arms, cuddling him.

" Never forget that I love you and...thank you for the song"

Chris was shy, and it was adorable to see, but he really needed to go, so he just kissed his hands and ran to his crew, wanting for him to restart the show.

" you're okay y/n ?"

Asked Laura, his 2nd guitarist.

" Perfect, thanks Lau, now let's kill it shall we ?"

~~~~~~~~

AN : OMG I feel the need to express the fact that I wrote this in one go ! Like 💃 OMG ! OK so firstly I wanted to make it pure 100% fluff but then I thought : and where will be the angst then ?! Soo here it is and I'm pretty proud of it ! Hope you guys enjoyed it too !

[joels-darlin]

Monday Morning - The Situation

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ only. kidnapping/hostage situation, violence, angst, hurt, allusions to rape, mentions of weapons, restraints/being tied up, mentions of blood and injuries. (I think that's all sorry if I missed any)

Summary: A standard Monday morning commute to the DEA office takes a harrowing turn of events.

Word count: 1592

Author Note: What's this?! I'm writing for Peña AND its more than 800 words - absolute madness. This is not my normal go to for fics but I wanted to push the boat out and give something new a try. Not a lot of Javi in this one but there will be a part two which I'm currently writing so all shall be revealed. Any feedback is appreciated, thanks all ♥️ Special Note: Just a huge thanks to @ladybess-a03 for pushing me to do this. I've had the idea for ages and without your support it would of just got left in the pile forever - thankyou ♥️

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Darkness. That was all you could see right now; complete darkness. The blindfold on your face clung to your skin, the mixture of blood, sweat and tears. This was not how you had expected Monday morning to go.

Since accepting the accepting a job with the DEA and moving to Columbia permanently (Bogotá to be precise) you had spent the past 10 months integrating into the team alongside fellow Agents Javier Peña and Steve Murphy - getting up to speed with the case and assisting hunting down drug lord Pablo Escobar. It was a seamless transition both agents welcoming you with open arms. What helped was the friendship the three of you had struck up outside of work, often out drinking in local bars or over at Steve’s for some home made food from Connie. It was nights like those that made the long stressful days much easier.

So you thought nothing of it when you where approached by, what you assumed, was a couple of nuisance sellers on the streets in the middle of grabbing your morning coffee from the cart. It was something that happened on occasion, young men, women or children trying to make a living.

What took you by surprise was when one of them pulled out a gun, the barrel aimed to your head. The taller of the two stepped back throwing a heavy punch square to your jaw rending you completely useless. In one swift motion, before you could even recover or defend yourself the feeling of cool metal around your wrists - handcuffs. The all too familiar clicking of the lock. Then came the darkness, a blindfold shoved around your head.

All your instincts told you something was wrong and turns out you where right to assume so. Next thing you where being bundled into the boot of a vehicle which proceeded to tear through the streets of Bogotá. Trying to remember the various twists and turns the vehicle had taken so you could figure out at least what area you where in, no use everything was just a blur. The anxiety in your chest and the dull ache in your head contributing to the oncoming brain fog, making you unable to remember any small detail.

The car eventually came to a halt the boot lid being ripped open exposing you to the humid Bogotá air. Yelping as one of your now kidnappers roughly grabbed your upper arm dragging you out of the boot setting you on your feet with a thump.

“Camina perra!” He sneered in a rough voice, lips so close to your ear you could feel the saliva drops coming from his mouth, knowing enough Spanish to understand what that meant.

“No no let me go please” screaming, pleading from the top of your lungs; thrashing and resisting as hard as you physically could. It was no use though they where too strong. You had never given any thought to how you would react in a situation like this. No number of years training could help right now either, these where the men of the biggest drug lord in Columbia and would stop at nothing if they got they information needed. But right now you where frightened which was evident in the way your chest ached and body shaking with anxiety. Showing a vulnerable state compared to hardened persona of the DEA agent showcased by day. There was one thing you where sure of though they weren’t getting any information from you, no matter how hard and long the torture was. At the back of your mind you knew from previous informants and victims of the Pablo’s men how this often went, a cold chill jolting down your spine at the mere thought.

“What do you want from me!!” you screamed the moment the boot lid popped open, voice raw, croaky from the sheer amount of tears shed. Not a word from either of them just grabbing you by the arms again in a vice grip, dragged from the car with force. The lack of energy in your body was making it hard to fight. You battled with what you had left but they continued and as a warning landed a few punches/kicks across various parts of your body; knowing there would be a rainbow of bruises the next day. If you even made it that far.

It was no surprise when you where thrown onto the cold metal of a chair in what you assumed was a derelict room, not hard to miss by the stench of damp and death in the air or the sounds that echoed around across the walls; dripping water, footsteps. The stagnant air filled your burning lungs with every breath bringing with it a sickening twisting feeling to your lower stomach.

The handcuffs that adorned your wrists earlier removed only briefly so they could secure you down to the chair. Glad that you had chosen to wear jeans today as the rolls of duck tape where tightly wrapped securing your ankles to the chair legs. The sounds of the footsteps where moving away shortly after, they where leaving?! Now all alone with just your thoughts.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed since you where still virtually blind. Only when the sounds of the squeak from the door hinge opening, then came the footsteps. Signalling to you that someone…no two people had entered the room. Off came the blindfold the sharp pain in your scalp as few strands of hair where ripped from their follicles - a painful reminder of the once harrowing darkness. Squinting your eyes surveyed the room, adjusting to the limited light from the yellowing lamp that hung in the centre of the room. Eyes landing on the two figures stood in front of you. They where broad, one bald and one not. Dressed in the finest cotton shirts and jeans money could buy. Fancy loafers adorning their feet - definitely part of Escobar’s crew you could just tell. The faces though you where unable to be recognise, never ones to have cropped up frequently during surveillance before.

“Now now you are going to co-operate otherwise this. gets. ugly.” The taller of the two spat as he moved walking slowly to circle your frame tied to the chair once. Like he was getting a good view of his prey and you swear you caught him licking his lips at one point. You swallowed loudly, throat thickening. He approached slowly eye on yours as he leant down, leaning closer lips next to the shell of your ear whispering.

“So what’s a pretty little girl like you doing running around with the DEA huh. We know who you are and well…lets just say you are going to do us a little favour - that clear bitch?”

The hot breath on blowing over your skin making you shiver violently. “Keep your mouth shut don’t say ANYTHING” crossing your mind repeatedly. He moved backwards kneeling slightly, now at level with your eyes.

“Did you not hear me? ANSWER THE QUESTION” he bellowed standing up to normal position again voice echoing around the room. His hands curled into fists at his sides, rage evident. You sat completely still not moving a muscle or uttering a word. Then came the punches, one to your stomach, head, face - anywhere he could reach really. You where bleeding now the punches so hard it had split the skin in various places, feeling the trails of blood running down your skin. There was a metallic taste flooding your mouth, the busted lip from the blows that occurred moments ago.

“ANSWER. ME. NOW.” the fury in his eyes was present as you shook your head refusing to answer. Scared to open your mouth know no voice would even come out if you wanted too.

“Playing the long game huh? okay I see how it is then” he sneered, chuckling ever so slightly. Walking back over to the other man he starts barking orders.

��Remove her from that chair and take her next door…I want her on the bed ready for me in 5 minutes…two can play the long game” and then left.

It took a few moments to register what he meant by that and when you did you clenched your thighs together, hoping and praying he wasn't going to follow through with his words. You broke down begging, pleading as the bald man loosened the ankle restraints before roughly hoisting your frame over his shoulder, carrying you into the dark room and dropping you on the mattress. The sound of the door slamming as he left.

He was already there. Waiting in the corner a harrowing smile spread across his face. Watching as he approached the bed, fingers working to undo the belt buckle at his waist. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, a fresh set of tears spilling from them. The feeling of the mattress shifting next to you caused a wave of anxiety to crash over your body. You lay there hoping that this was going to be over quickly.

It was over. For now. Broken, bruised and beaten you remained in a fetal position on the dishevelled mattress sobbing; wrists and ankles still bound together. All clothing stripped from your lower half, a dull ache between your thighs as a painful reminder of what you had endured not so long ago.

There was one shred of hope that you clung to - hoping that Javi and Steve would find you soon.

[montimer]

Hi! I saw that you did Joker, Mad Hatter and Scarecrow accidentally hitting their S/O and I saw that you did them adopting a kid so can you combine it and do Mad Hatter, Riddler, Two-face and Scarecrow (seperated) accidentally hitting their adopted, young sidekick and the kid being scared of them for a moment beacuse the kid has past trauma? Like they were maybe angry talking to themselves and they accidentally di it? Take all the time you need and thank you!

Joker,Mad hatter,Two face,Scarecrow accidentally hitting there side kick

(Reader has trauma) gn!reader,angst. Im not sure how riddler would react sorry

Joker

Even his goons get scared of him when hes angry. Walking away,far away.

Not you tough, you believed he wont hurt you no matter how angry he gets.

"I mean can you believe that? He just had to be there to ruin everything! He has no idea how long it took me to plan all of this!"

You listen to him rambling. Going closer as you do so.

"Then of course he shows up and boom!" He motions w/ his hand, accidentally hitting you.

He was so angry he didnt notice first "And when i told you to get the gun, you got the empty one!" He yelled, not realizing what he did.

When he didnt heard you speak he looked back. You were backing away from him. Staying quite, tears forming in ur eyes.

He froze down, not knowing what to do. He forgot about the whole being mad thing. All he did was stare.

"Im so sorry Mr. Joker! I swear it won't happen again"

His chest started to hurt, he didn't like this feeling.

He doesn't even realize you left the room.

After this accident he'll be a bit more quiet. But once he realizes how to make it better he apologizes.

"Look,kiddo. Im sorry,, do you want something to make you feel better?" He smiles at you weakly.

"A hug" huh a hug?

He feels his little side kick giving him a strong big hug. He doesn't waste time to return it.

Mad hatter

He immediately realizes he hitten you. He quickly looks there w/ a worried face.

Hes heart breaks as he sees his little side kick trying to hold back there tears.

He tries to hug them, which scares them and they back away. Then run out of the room.

At this point hes crying, yelling out sorrys. He swears he didnt mean to hurt you!

He'll quietly go into ur room, he hears your hiccups and whimpers.

He sits down on the floor next to ur bed

"Would you like some tea, dear? Or anything else?" Does his presents makes you feel worse? Can he ever hear you forgiving him?

He looks up at you, surprised to find you staring back at him.

You jump to hug him. Hes too stunned, proceeding what happened.

Once he realizes he hugs you back.

"Oh im so happy you forgave me! Don't worry little one, this won't happen again!"

Scarecrow

He won't be able to speak. Just staring.

Oh of course something like this has to happen. Something that he sweared will never gonna happen.

He has no idea what to do other than whispering sorrys.

The next say he'll act very distant. Refusing to face you, to face reality. What if you hate him now? He won't have anyone in his life to care for.

You might just leave, it would be for the better. But no, you won't leave. You just can't leave the only person who had sympathy for you and took you in.

He'll be working on something, when suddenly he feels someone hug him from behind.

He'll immediately snap his head back. Reliefed to see that its just you. And somehow, he feels better,that you came back to him.

Two face

He'll feel guilty and surprised at first but he knows what to do.

Apologize, give some space, talk in a gentle voice.

So he approaches you slowly, calming you down.

He really tries to hide the fact that he feels guilty.

But you see right trough him, otherwise his apology would have felt like nothing.

You give him a hug as he tries to wipe ur tears away.

[c-t-r-l14]

A RETROSPECTIVE, A REFLECTION, AND YES, ANOTHER DAMN ALEX RANT.

What I find the most amusing is the fact that Saku likes my rants about Alex.

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if ya’ll know me as, “That One Girl Who Despises Alex”, because I write about how mad he makes me, and have MULTIPLE RANTS about how much I dislike him and his gaslighting, excuse-making, manipulative, no-backbone having, crybaby bitch ass.

Like—I be jumping Alex, reading his ass for filth, and be downright destroying him and Saku reads it and is like “Lmao, good stuff”, and LIKES THE DAMN RANTS.

It’s really crazy because at first, I was really scared about posting my first ever rant about him, because before people saw just how immature Alex was being in the breakup audio, a lot of people were jumping listener in the comments and talking about how it was their fault that this happened in the first place. Now, listener is definitely NOT a saint, at all. Even though I sympathize with them, what they did was wrong—point BLANK. But the way their relationship ended wasn’t entirely their fault.

I remember reading the comments and there were some people who said, “Ugh, if listener just didn’t say anything at all, this would’ve never happened”, but that shit confuses me so much?? I do agree that they should’ve been more careful about their approach when it comes to confrontation, but if THIS is the way Alex reacts when Listener looses their cool and does something in the heat of the moment, who is to say that it wouldn’t happen at all? He was so damn quick to end a four year relationship over a mistake. He never put in any work to see why listener acted out that day. He never once tried to talk to them, he acknowledged the fact that they don’t usually act like this, made up stupidly flimsy excuses on why the relationship would supposedly would not work, said some out of pocket shit about them not being the right partner for a long distance relationship, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO GASLIGHT THEM into thinking that THEY were the crazy one for reacting to what he just said, tried to manipulate them into thinking that the reason why their relationship ended was all their fault, and tried to act like HE was the mature one by making the decision to end it in the first place—-

And you’re telling me you saw ALL OF THIS UNFOLD, and your first thought was, “Oh yeah, all of this is definitely listener’s fault. They had it coming, lmao. Good luck to Alex in the States.”

OH H E L L NO.

If he had been so quick to end his relationship of F O U R Y E A R S in a heartbeat over something he K N E W to be an out of character mistake, then what on God’s green Earth would make ya’ll think that he’d stick around had listener stayed silent???? Listener will make mistakes, and there will come a time when their emotions will get the best of them (as it does with all of us), and you guys really believe that Alex’s fickle, emotional whiplash having, “this would be good for us, we both wouldn’t be tied down anymore 🥺” headass would still stay then???

Because, HE W O U L D N ‘ T.

He saw the opportunity to leave, and he took it. He already had his mind made from the jump when he told his mother and father, his friends, his acquaintances, his ancestors—and the ENTIRE W O R L D that he was taking that NYC job and his partner was last to know. Listener—-his own goddamn partner—-was the only person he needed to get rid of. They were his “burden” to bear, and he wanted to rid himself of it. And he didn’t want to seem like the bad guy, so he made excuses to make the break up easier on himself, pushed the blame away from him, and cried like the little baby back bitch he is in order to make it seem like this was such a hard decision to come to. He disregarded listener’s feelings, disregarded them as a whole, disrespected them, and left them with (probably) more trauma then what they started with.

I am sick and tired of seeing people blame the listener for everything that happened. They did not deserve the way they were broken up with at all. Alex isn’t a victim. He never was—and he stopped being the “mature one” (if you can even call it that) the moment those dumbass excuses came out of his slimy mouth.

For the people who were saying, “Alex deserves better than listener! I hope he finds a new partner.” Ya’ll need to realize that if this is how he acts when listener makes a mistake, he will do the absolute same thing with his future partners. He will give up the entire relationship and make an exit plan as soon as they do something even a little bit out of character. People who fold that easily and refuse to put effort in their relationship will NEVER KEEP IT. He will end up being single, and I know he’s the type of person who will never consider himself as a factor as to why his relationships all end in faliure because he has such a victim complex.

This man deserves absolutley nothing, ya’ll! NOTHING!

And I hope that one day, he realizes what he did was wrong, and apologizes to them. I will literally not be able to die peacefully if this doesn’t happen.

The craziest thing is that back in the olden days (four months ago), I would’ve been so scared to publish this whole rant, ya’ll. 😭 My dislike for Alex has been a hyper-fixation that held me in a massive chokehold—and I was honestly scared I was going to get hated on for not liking him (as well as my reasons for disliking him in the first place). But in the most strange turn of events, a lot of people share the same disdain I have for him too, and the comments on that break-up audio is now more critical toward Alex than it is toward listener, and these were both really big shocks to me. I’m really happy that a lot of people enjoy my rants, and even more happier (and surprised) to see Saku HIMSELF like my rant posts too.

Like literally ya’ll, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The love ya’ll leave for these rants are the reasons why I feel more and more confident to make them in the first place, and I appreciate it all very much.

So, here’s to next year, and to all the rants I’ll make in the future! And I hope we’ll all have a great year!

(Except for you, Alex. I hope your credit card declines when you try to pay for that $2.90 train fare and nobody opens the emergency door for you).

[via-the-cryptid]

How would frost queen react to seeing a living simon? With magic powers no less

ohoho, I have an idea for this.

so Frost Queen is crazy as hell, right? she’s just better at hiding it. it’s a real Winter King situation here, like… if you’re that sane, you would not have been fine with offloading your manic madness onto some random candy woman who then proceeded to obsess over you for like a hundred years. similarly, the Frost Queen literally made herself a replacement Frost Simon! and she didn’t even give him freedom of choice, she essentially treats Frost Simon like a doll that she just carries around with her everywhere, which Magic Simon is kinda creeped out by. Snow Betty was overprotective, sure, but she still tried to listen to what he wanted, and after he showed her that he wasn’t going to get himself killed and/or abandon her, she pretty much let him do whatever he wanted. Frost Queen is far more like a little girl playing dolls — she puppeteers everything around and doesn’t give her creations the option to disagree with her. I don’t know if they’re conscious enough to actually feel that disagreement, but either way they’re not going to be saying anything, especially not Frost Simon.

but when FQ meets Magic Simon, he’s everything she wants. that’s the real Simon, not a doll made of ice, and she wants him. he’d be crown jewel (ha) of her doll collection, all she has to do is get ahold of him, and she can make him her newest frost doll. he won’t disagree or say no — of course he won’t. None of her dolls ever tell her anything she doesn’t want to hear.

Snow Betty, however, is greatly opposed to this creepy fucker trying to kidnap her husband to make into a marionette, and therefore they have to duke it out again. not the first time she’s tried to shank someone on behalf of Simon’s continued freedom, and it probably won’t be the last! Simon also joins the fight and as do the children, mostly to fight off the marionettes — Snow Betty gets to punch Frost Queen in the nose herself.

[sideblogfornothing]

yesterday I talked to someone I didn't know online. They said that they were against Hamas and against the Israeli government but didn't believe innocent people (Israelis and Palestinians) should die.

When they eventually realized I was Israeli they told me that as long as I believed what israel was doing was wrong, they were cool with me.

So fair enough I thought, so I proceeded to tell them that yes, what Israel was currently doing was wrong. Innocent people don't deserve to die because of a shitty government, both Hamas and the Israeli government.

They then told me that it was strange that a lot of Israelis were pro israel and against Palestine. So I explained to them that these people have lost several close family members, and continue to lose friends and family the longer this war goes on.

I told them that every day there seemed to be a new funeral, people barely had time to grieve. (I was literally at a funeral a couple of hours before) so it would make sense if people hated the ones that did this to them.

They proceeded to react by saying that they "hope I get bombed by Palestine" I proceeded to tell them that that very much is a possibility, even before this war.

They then told me that they know history before instantly disproving that statement by saying that Jews just showed up out of no where and took over Israel. Which is not true, we have historical proof in the literal dirt.

I proceeded to tell them that that isn't actually the case and there is in fact a such thing as Palestine Jews, and that I am in fact a Palestinian jew.

They got all confused by the term asked how that can be, they asked if I was mixed. I told them no and explained to them what a Palestinian Jew is. They didn't seem to understand a word of it.

I told them to look it up, they said that google didn't know me specifically, I told them to just look up "what is a Palestinian jew" and that there was a Wikipedia article about it, they said they weren't reading all of that, and I said to only read the first few sentences. They got even more confused and I hade to re explain Palestinian Jews to them before they (maybe) got it.

When I explained to them how Israel actually became a country and that it used to be called 'Palestine' they got even more confused. I ended up re explaining and they seemed to understand. They concluded that it was all the whites fault.

Then they got all mad at white people's existence, and said that white people always steel everything, and that they stole Christianity from the Asians. I asked them what they were talking about, and they said that Jesus was and Arab.

I told them that Jesus was in fact a Jewish mamzer. They said, no he was an Arab and I asked them where they heard that because I'd love to research it. They ignored that question and insisted that he was Arab. I told them I'd look it up on Google, so I did and I told them that google said he was Jewish not Arab.

they told me I was wrong. I told them to look it up themselves. They didn't.

They said I should get bombed by Palestinians. I told them to drop dead.

They told me not to take things so seriously, and to not be so sensitive.

I told them they were an ignorant asshole. Then I left.

Random story I felt like sharing! I'm sorry for being a downer on Hanukkah, I just thought it was interesting how people don't do research then claim they know things (especially about Jews) then say flat out misinformation.

I encourage everyone one to do research on information they hear!

"misinformation is the easiest way to control the masses"– Science Sans, Christmas party au

happy Hanukkah!

[romanarose]

Steven with a Reader with OCD

Steven Grant x GN!Reader with OCD

You are struggling with obsessive thoughts late at night, and worry how Steven will react.

Warnings: OCD, compulsions, bleeding, aggressive nail clipping ig?

AN: I've been doing a lot better with my OCD lately, I always do better when I feel in control of my life, and I'm always more in control when Im in a stable living environment. Living with my parents was never stable, living with my last roommate was not either, but living in this dorm has been such a sanctuary. Still, there are some things I struggle with, compulsions that have been a part of my life for so long, I don't know if there's a way to go back, I don't remember a time when I had normal nails. Just wanted to write this for a little comfort.

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When Steven woke up and saw you weren't in the bed, he assumed you were in the bathroom, but when you didn't come back to him, Steven was worried so he came outside the bedroom for you. Steven saw you sitting on the couch, legs crossed, the finger tape you had been trying all unraveled on the coffee table.

You saw him, immediately closing your eyes in defeat before going back to work, trying to make your nails 'right' "Sorry" You mumble.

"What are you sorry for?" Steven asked, sincerely.

You tried to stop from crying, angry at yourself. "For failing. I really wanted to break this, but... laying in bed I just could feel everything, and it was wrong, and it was bad and-" You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, and angle the nail clipper far in, proceeding to take off most of the nail on your toe, not that there was much.

Steven saw your low cut, abused nails and fingers, the sensitive skin that wanted to be covered and protected by callouses but now open to infection, the little bits of blood on your feet.

"It's okay, my darling, I know you're trying"

"Not hard enough, apparently"

"Hey" Steven tilted your chin up to him. "You've done really, really, well with others things, love. This is just something that's been around a long time, it's hard to break"

You pull away from him, embarrassed, but unable to stop. "I wouldn't do this if I didn't feel like I had too."

"Yeah, it doesn't seem like something you'd do for fun" Steven offered sympathetically, earning a small smile. Steven was familiar with strange quirks. Steven's bedtime routine before he met Marc was extensive, and Marc was intense about cleaning, so when you began dating, he didn't think too much of your strange eating habits. As things progressed, and you met and fell in love with Jake and Marc, you opened up about your obsessive-compulsive disorder, Steven tried his best to support you, reading all the books and articles possible, and holding your hand when there was nothing to be done.

"It's fucking humiliating" but you don't stop, you can't stop, you're trying so hard to get a nail that was in the skin, digging in at the calloused layers of your body trying to protect you. "Ow!" You missed your goal, clipping the skin and causing blood.

Within a flash, Steven stole the clippers from your hands.

"Steven!" You shout in a panic, never mind it's 3 AM

He stands up, trying to play keep-away but he's not tall enough for that. "You just cut yourself open!"

"Give it to me!" You're in a panic, you need to take care of it, need to make it right even though you know it will never be right.

"I draw the line at you hurting yourself."

"Fuck you." You storm into the kitchen, dropping blood on the carpet as you put on your slides and grab your keys.

"Bloody hell" He sighs exasperated, following you. "Where are you going!"

"To the fucking store to get another fucking nail clipper!"

"You're not driving when you're this upset."

"You don't get to tell me what to do" You clutch the keys to your chest and press your body against the door as he fights to take the keys back, but the pressure of it was all too much. Steven was mad at you, he thought you were weird, and your nails still weren't right and it was bad and things were bad and you had to fix it but he won't let you fix it and can't he see you needed to fix it?

When Steven heard you crying, he stopped, backing away immediately and giving you the clippers. His heart hurting for you, he watched as you, still crying, sink to the floor and start going back to work at your poor toes so fast, like it was the most important thing in the world. "I can't stop" You say through tears.

Steven sighed. "I know." He kissed the top of your head before stepping away. "Do what you need to do, then come to the bathroom when you're ready."

You only barely register what he said, and you certainly don't register the water running in the bathroom, your only though being fix it, fix it, fix it.

When you finally satisfy that ache enough, everything hurts, and you know damn well it's going to hurt more in the morning, multiple infections on your hands and feet, then more as they nails grow in again. Tired and ready for sleep, you pad over to the bathroom with bleary eyes, finding Steven sitting on the tub, looking up at you worriedly.

"Hey. You feeling better?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm like this."

"No" Steven stands up, taking you in his arms. "I'm sorry you're going through this, I know it's a lot. Here."

You look at the tub, realizing now theirs steaming water in it, only a few inches high.

"Is that for me?" You ask, curious.

"Yeah, it's really hot, so be carful. I just, I know they usually hurt, I thought we could try and prevent infection?"

You felt like you could cry again. "That would be great. Thank you"

The water was very very hot, Steven first put your fingers in the hot water and washed them with gentle soap, cleaning out all the blood, then after patting them dry, Steven put triple antibiotic gel on your fingers, bandaging the worst one. He then repeated the action on your toes, very careful but thorough on the toe that had been clipped.

As he laid you down on the bed again, tucking you in, he asked. "How are you feeling? Any racing thoughts?"

"No" you shook your head. "Just shit hurting" Before you or him could say more, you broke down crying again. "Im sorry"

"Oh love," Steven quickly embraced you. "You have nothing to be sorry for"

"I'm so fucking weird and gross" You sob.

"No." His voice was firm as he guided you to look at him. "You are not weird, and you are not gross. You are suffering, and it just hurts me to see you like this. I promise whatever I can do to ease your pain, I will. I'm sorry you're hurting, but you're doing so well, and I'm so proud of you."

Steven held you tight that night, the way that always comforted you, relaxed your mind, and although you swore you could feel your pulse in your thumb, and you still felt embarrassed, you felt safe knowing that Steven, Marc and Jake would always love you

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IDK who would even like this but @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @howaboutcastiel and @welcometostayingawake bc ur my buddies and you support my weirdly specific shit

[charli-chomps]

Jailbird

Skylar hated when they brought popcorn.

Being in a cage in the middle of the city, their only source of food were the things that people threw at them. It was embarrassing and thinly spread, but they were still alive.

It was an effective- no, it was their only method. They hated the tomatoes especially; they were rotten and messy and got in their hair and stayed sticky. They usually enjoyed when it was small items that could slip through the bars, but popcorn was the worst, especially on empty. The smell was tantalizingly torturous, and people would eat it in front of them to watch their suffering as people yelled and made their claims and accusations about them. Usually, Skylar would roll their eyes, turn their nose up, but sometimes that just wasn't possible.

They couldn't stand it. They were actually starving; they hadn't eaten in almost a week, and the stars they were seeing felt as if they exploded in their head. And then someone came. With popcorn. They would try to emerge from their withering state to taunt the onlooker to get them to start pelting- but there wasn't any reaction. No amount of accusations or jests was effecting him, he just he stood and ate. Their stomach was eating itself, they were pretty sure. He was absent minded and pretended Skylar wasn't there, looking at the fountain behind their cage as if appreciating the marble carving of the birds in the tree. He even was forceful about it- shoving his hand in the bag and flailed it around, causing popcorn to fall at his feet, out of reach of the prisoner.

Skylar bit back a groan. Crying was not an option, and neither was reacting. He would get mad and give up eventually. But since they put up an uncaring expression and tried to play the part of not caring, (or trying to convince themself to not care) their stomach started to rumble lowly. The thought of the crunch of the kernels sounded really good right now. Their stomach was ignored by them as they continued their apathy, however it made it worse as their energy sapped. 

They were about to say something extremely witty to this psychological torturer, in their opinion, when their stomach started to cramp and groan as a warning. Then, suddenly, a loud, very easily heard, growl burst forth. Their whole body clenched, doing everything not to double over. 

No crying. 

They laughed awkwardly, joking that there was a monster truck rally going on on the east side of the city, but the popcorn eater found the whole ordeal very funny and laughed his ass off. He then proceeded to dump the popcorn in the nearby trashcan. Skylar practically choked.

When he left, after darkness fell, they fought with themself not to let tears fall. Their wings were molting, and it seemed unhealthy- patches of feathers coming off, leaving bald spots. They watched their feathers drift down as some sort of replacement for crying. 

Someone threw a tomato from a balcony, and it landed in front of the cage bars. Skylar hated when they threw tomatoes. 

But dinner was good that night.