#stop acting solely on your anger because anger burns out

[hazel2468]

"Shut up about firebombing Walmarts and volunteer at a damn soup kitchen."

listen i am not american. i understand that even democrats fucking suck and its a genuinely shitty situation to be in. im so sorry. but hey, hey look at me. why are you guys bullying people for saying "you should still vote blue?" Like im curious about the alternatives youve got. voting red? firebombing walmart? tumblr user catboyssepticbutthole, i know you will not be firebombing walmart.

[diorctrl]

FAVOURITE SECRET PT 2 nishimura riki x reader

𓂂 ˳ older sister’s best friend riki, fluff warnings: intentional lower case, swearing , angst, hurt comfort

pt 1

there’s a lump in your throat as you stare at your older sister, she stares at you and the boy on the floor in shock, a mixture of confusion, anger and betrayal, written on her face.

she opens her mouth, then closes it. she opens her mouth again, “get.out.” she whispers quietly, her gaze solely focused on the boy on the floor.

riki sits up slowly looking at minji with confusion, “me ?”

her gazed sharpens, “yes, you !” she grabs his arm lifting him up from the floor and pushing the boy out your room. “you know where the door is.”

you stare at your sisters rage in shock, you most definitely knew that she would be mad about you and riki but never like this, you thought that she would just give you guys some type of lecture,“minj-”

“shut up yn.” she turns to you sharply, you flinch when was walks closer to you, “my best friend really?” her voice is filled with anger and sadness.

you sit still not really knowing what to say, it’s not your fault that you like him.

you hang your head low as her stare burns into you, you feel your tears burning at the back of your eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever seen her this angry.

“oh look, she’s gonna cry like she always does .”she narrows her eyes at you “like the baby she is.” she says laughing sarcastically, “I should be the one crying.”

your face scrunches up, “I’m not crying.” you say with a tearful tone, your voice cracking, your throat is burning, it always hurts when you try to stop yourself from crying. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad.” you say bitterly. “ it’s not that big of a deal.”

minji’s body tenses, she shakes her head at you disgustingly, “obviously you would say that.” she steps back from you slightly. “you don’t get it do you ? why can’t I just have one thing for myself.”

she walks back and forth in front of you. “gosh, you’re so insufferable yn, you just suck everything out of everyone and you don’t even realize.”

a tear drops form you eye, you don’t know where this is all coming from, why is she so mad ? did she always feel that way about you ?

“and I had one thing, one thing! to myself and you take him away from me, you took my escape from me yn.” she says raising her voice slightly. “my escape from you, my escape from having to deal with the favouritism that everyone has with you, because I was his favourite.” she runs her hands through her hair, “and I knew he was acting weird these past couple months.” she whispers to herself.

“minji I don’t understand.” you say quietly. “how do I have favouritism ? you’re the scholar, you’re the one with your tests on fridge, you’re the one with the grades, you’re the one with a feature.” you say harshly, “I’m the disappointment.”

“yeah, you are.” she says just as harshly, “but you’re also the one with loads of friends, the one that gets the jokes, the hugs and the “at least you’re doing your best honey” , you’re the one that everyone is drawn too because of your free attitude, when I have to be the perfect poster child.” she walks closer to you again. “you’re like a black whole yn.”

“I finally had someone who saw me, who saw that I was just more than what people see me , and you sucked him in like you do too everyone else.”

both anger and hurt filled you, why is she being like this? did she always feel these things towards you ?

you impulsively say something.

“you’re acting like he’s your boyfriend or something.”

“he was going to be!” she yells, you jump back at her loud voice bouncing off the walls of your room. “he was going to be.” she repeats but quietly this time. “you don’t understand yn.”

“you will never understand, the feelings that I have towards him.”

her eyes widened in shock at the words that come out of your sister mouth, she loves riki.

you look down at your room floor, taking notice that one of his rings are on your carpet.

you look at your sister, you see tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I think you should leave.” you whisper. “please get out of my room.”

she wipes her eyes quickly letting out a shaky breath as she walks out of your room not saying a word.

how did things go bad so quickly?

you sit on your bed staring at the ring on your floor then at the rain that hits your window and without thinking you grab of one your sweaters and you put on your running shoes.

you open your window and you climb down the ladder outside your window.

your stomach turn’s slightly as you hit the ground, you make sure that the ring is securely in your pocket, and make a run for it.

your breath slightly going out as you run, the rain hitting your body and the breeze running through you until you make it to your destination.

you take notice of the car in the driveway meaning his parents are home so you make your way to the side of the house where his bed room window is.

you find yourself self climbing the ladder that he leaves out for you when you used to sneak to his house.

you look through his window to see the boy laying in his bed, you softly knock on his window and you see him jump when he notices you rushing towards his window.

he opens his window pulling you in right away.

“holy shit yn, you’re soaking.” he say’s putting his arms around you pulling you further into his room.

“I think you have some clothes here you can go change in my washroom.” he says nonchalantly, like you guys didn’t get caught by your older sister like two hours ago.

after you change (making sure to put his ring in your new pocket) you come back into his main room and sit on his bed. “this is bad riki.”

“what?” he asks as he lays on his back staring up at his ceiling.

“minji riki. minji.” you say frustrated. “she’s mad like really mad.”

“you know minji, she’s like that.” he says without a care in a world, pulling you closer towards him.

“no, this is different, she said-” how do you tell him that his best friend is in-love with him.

“ah, I don’t wanna know what she said.” he says pulling you to lay in his chest. “that’s between you two.”

“but riki-”

he sits up completely, lifting up his comforter, “let’s talk about this later.”

“but riki” you say looking at him slightly concerned about his reaction.

“no, I’m tired and I just wanna lay with the person I love.” he says pulling you under the comforter.

your phone vibrates on his night table and you see a text from minji.

at his house I’m guessing?

and too think I came to your room to talk with you and apologize

you go still completely at the messages, you don’t know what to do.

you turn off your phone when riki puts his face into your neck, “riki ?”

he hums at you in response, “I think it’s best if we end our relationship.” you feel him tense in your hold. “it’s hurting minji.”

he doesn’t take his face form your neck, “minji will be minji yn, she’ll get over this in like a day.” he says tiredly.

you let out a deep sign, “this is different, she told me things really harsh things and some shocking things too…” you trail off wondering if you should tell him. “please don’t make this hard.”

he tightened his hold on you and let’s out a sigh, “let’s just talk about this after we take a nap, yeah ?”

“riki.”

but he doesn’t doesn’t respond and then you hear his light snoring, how does he fall asleep so fast ? and why is he being so nonchalant about this ?

you try your best to stop yourself from falling asleep, knowing when you wake up you’re gonna have to break up with the person that you love, but if you want to fix your relationship with your sister then that’s just not hat you’re gonna have to do.

sleep over takes you and all the stress releases from your body and you let your dreams over fill your mind.

music fills your ears and the sun from your bedroom window practically blinds you wait my bedroom window ?

you feel a weight on your chest and you look down to see riki sleeping, um ?

“riki, wake up.” you tug on the boys hair, the hums sleepily slowly rising form you, “what ?”

“what’s going on ?” he looks at you confused, before putting his head in the crook of your neck, “what are you talking.” he mumbles.

“i’m-”

your door opens, "yn I wanna get snacks wanna com- ?”

you and riki separated form each other quickly, you hitting your head on your head board and him falling off your bed with a big thud.

"ow !" you both say as minji looks at the two of you shock.

"what the fuck ?"

✰ AHAHAHHA

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[dontyouworrydaddy]

First of all, let me tell you about how much I love your blog and your writing style. Your fics quality is top notch and I giggle like an idiot every time I see a new post from you. So, if it's ok with you can you write about our favorite COD men (including daddy Konig and Simon) whose SO keeps getting texts from her asshole ex - some of them begging to take him back and others borderline threatening, like "who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?" etc. And our boys accidentally see these texts. How would they react to that situation? Thank you so much :)

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒

Task Force 141 (+König) x fem! reader

You have no idea how much I appreciate these kind words. Like you literally just made me CRY because I‘m so happy to hear that. You guys motivate me to keep writing fr🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 I love you so much and I‘m so thankful to you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also I love the idea oh my god. I can imagine them being super mad at him and be like as soon as she’s sleeping I‘m gonna haunt that mf and be super caring and not leaving your side until you’re okay again. AHHHH I have so many ideas I can’t put them all into words😮‍💨😫😫

I hope you enjoy this fanfic! Thank you again for the kind words, I really do appreciate it❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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König

König found himself in a situation he hadn't anticipated. As he and you went about your daily lives, a series of text messages from your ex started flooding your phone. König couldn't help but catch glimpses of these messages, each one more distressing than the last.

I know you miss me

I still have that red dress from you…

You can stop acting like you don’t need me anymore and just come back ;)

You date insecure guys now? Wow Y/N… I mean I knew I was the best for you but I didn’t expect that low from you

I saw you the other day… You got a lot sexier ;))

I miss you so much baby. I love you…

They were filled with toxic words, attempting to undermine the happiness you had found with König.

Upon stumbling upon these messages, König's usually calm and composed demeanor wavered, replaced by a mix of concern and protectiveness. He couldn't fathom why someone would target you in such a hurtful way and it stirred a fire within him that burned with a fierce determination to shield you from harm.

His grip tightened around his phone as he confronted you, his voice laced with worry. "Schatz, what is this? Who is sending you these messages?" His eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and concern burning in their depths. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was more angry at himself because he feels like he failed as a boyfriend. His only mission is to make you feel comfortable and it feels like he failed at it. Because you didn’t talk to him…

You took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come to open up and share the painful truth. "It's my ex. He's been unable to let go and now he's trying to sabotage our relationship. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's becoming overwhelming."

The weight of your words settled between you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. König's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he reached out, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Liebling" he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you and together we'll navigate through this storm."

His words were like a balm to your soul, offering solace and reassurance in a world that felt suddenly tumultuous. You found strength in his unwavering support, knowing that you didn't have to battle your ex's toxicity alone.

With each new text that appeared on your phone, König became even more resolved to protect you. He devised a plan to confront your ex, making it clear that his attempts to sow discord and threaten your happiness would not be tolerated.

But König's reaction wasn't solely driven by anger. It was driven by love and a deep understanding of the pain you were experiencing. He knew that these messages were more than just words on a screen…they were emotional daggers that pierced your heart. And he will make sure that your ex will never bother you again. Trust him.

Simon Riley

In the midst of it all the chaos he‘s been through, there was you, a source of light and solace that gave his dead life light. The two of you navigated the challenges of life together, an unwelcome presence lingered, threatening to disrupt the tranquility you had built.

But you were constantly tormented by text messages from your ex Josh. The messages were a relentless barrage of mixed emotions, ranging from desperate pleas for reconciliation to menacing threats aimed at undermining your newfound happiness. It was a constant reminder of a past you were trying to move beyond. It was always him trying to manipulate you into leaving Simon and go back to him.

One fateful evening, as you lay beside Simon, your phone illuminated with yet another message from your ex. Simon, ever vigilant and protective, caught a glimpse of the text and as soon as he read the words "I still think about you when I’m on my bed alone", anger flashed in his eyes. He knew about your crazy ex.

Concern etched across his face as he realized the torment you had been enduring in silence. You turn your phone around and looked up at Simon. So many emotions were written on his face that made you tear up.

Carefully, Simon pulled you into his arms, offering a comforting embrace. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing as he reassured you that you were safe with him. In that moment, he became your shield, determined to protect you from the darkness that lurked in your past.

As you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you, Simon's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and anger. He couldn't bear to see you suffer any longer. Resolute, he rose from the bed, leaving you in peaceful slumber and made his way to confront the source of your personal torture.

Due to his Job, it was easy for him to find out where he was living. And with determination etched upon his features, Simon found himself standing outside your ex's residence. He had no intention of resorting to violence, but his presence alone was enough to unnerve the cowardly individual who had been preying on your vulnerability.

As the door swung open, revealing your ex's face, a mix of surprise and fear washed over him. Before he could utter a single word, Simon's voice rang out with authority. "Leave her alone mate. If you ever come near her again, you'll regret it. And I‘m not a man to play fucking games with"

Josh felt the weight of Simon's unwavering resolve, cowered beneath his gaze. Fear clouded his eyes as he stammered out a half-hearted apology. Without further hesitation, Simon turned on his heel and walked away, leaving your ex to contemplate the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, back at home, you stirred awake, finding Simon by your side, his gaze filled with comfort and love. Wordlessly, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close, and kissed your forehead with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "You're safe with me. Always."

In that moment, you knew that Simon was not only your lover but your guardian, a force that would go to any lengths to shield you from harm. And as you drifted back into a peaceful sleep, your heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that you were truly cherished by the man who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

John MacTavish

You felt a mixture of frustration and fear as your ex continued to invade your life. The messages ranged from desperate pleas for reconciliation to thinly veiled threats, designed to unsettle and intimidate you. The constant reminders of your past were enough to make anyone's heart race and palms sweat.

One chance. Please baby.

Are you really dating a scottish man? You‘ve sunk so low.

One evening, as you and John were relaxing together, the barrage of texts became too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, you pulled out your phone, revealing the string of toxic messages that had invaded your peaceful sanctuary.

I will have you back, I‘m waiting baby.

John's eyes widened as he read the manipulative words that spilled across the screen. Without hesitation, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He understood the fear and turmoil that consumed you and he was determined to be your shield, protecting you from the pain of your past. His voice, laced with a mixture of concern and determination, filled the room.

"Baby" John spoke softly, "I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

His comforting words and his strong embrace provided a temporary respite from the torment. As exhaustion claimed you, sleep finally descended upon your weary mind and body. Unbeknownst to you, John's resolve had been steeled.

As you slept, John quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing with purpose as he made his way towards your ex's location. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify the intensity of his emotions. Anger simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a force ready to be unleashed upon the person who had dared to threaten the newfound happiness he shared with you.

John's arrival sent a shockwave through your ex's world. The smug arrogance that had permeated his messages quickly evaporated as he realized the true extent of John's determination. Fear replaced bravado, and he attempted to escape from the formidable soldier who now stood before him.

But there was no escape. John, fueled by a protective instinct, pursued your ex relentlessly, his presence an indomitable force that left no room for evasion. "Text my girl ever again and oh boy you wish your mom never gave birth to you" Cornered and overwhelmed, your ex succumbed to his fear and fled, leaving behind the remnants of a broken ego.

As John returned to your side, a mix of relief and admiration washed over him. The confrontation had served its purpose: to ensure your safety and send a clear message to anyone who dared to threaten your peace of mind.

You awoke to find John by your side, his features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the window. His eyes met yours, filled with a blend of tenderness and determination.

"He won't bother you again," John assured you, his voice unwavering. "I'll always protect you, no matter what."

In that moment, as you gazed into the depths of John's unwavering devotion, you knew that you were not alone. With him by your side, you felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

John Price

You had tried to move on from the toxic relationship that had left scars on your heart. But your ex refused to let go, bombarding you with text messages that ranged from desperate pleas to borderline threats. Each message chipped away at your sense of peace and security.

One evening, as you sat with John, sharing the burden of your past, a notification flashed across your phone screen. The words that appeared before you were a cruel reminder of the darkness that still lingered.

Who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?

Your heart sank as you realized John had caught a glimpse of the message. The look in his eyes, a mix of concern and anger, mirrored the tumultuous emotions raging within you.

John's voice was steady, but determination laced his words. "Baby, I can't stand by and let this continue. He needs to understand that his behavior is unacceptable and that he must leave you alone."

A mix of fear and relief washed over you, knowing that John would go to such lengths to protect you. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to move on and leave this behind. But it’s getting so difficult" All night he did nothing but hold you as you cried because the memories kept adding up. And John did nothing but kiss and hold you the entire night.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, John prepared to leave for what appeared to be a simple grocery shopping.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, anxiety and anticipation mingling within you. Hours passed and just when doubt threatened to seep into your thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of John's footsteps approaching the door.

His face bore the signs of a confrontation, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. John took you in his arms, holding you tightly, as if to shield you from the remnants of the past that clung to your spirit.

"He won't bother you again" he whispered, his voice filled with an unyielding resolve. "I made it clear that his actions were unacceptable. He knows the consequences if he dares to cross that line." and you knew that he went over and made it clear to him to never text you ever again.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of gratitude and relief streaming down your cheeks. You gazed into John's eyes, overwhelmed by the love and protection he offered so selflessly.

"I don't know how to thank you, John," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've given me a sense of safety and peace that I thought I had lost forever."

His grip tightened, his voice a comforting reassurance. "You don't have to thank me, my love. It's what love does. It protects and empowers. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

Kyle Garrick

You stood there, reading the text messages that illuminated your phone screen, each word like a dagger to your heart. The messages from your ex, filled with desperation and anger were a painful reminder of a past you desperately wanted to forget. His words were like poison, seeping into your thoughts and threatening to unravel the happiness you had found with Kyle. The man you want to share your life with.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, hoping to bury the unsettling messages deep within your mind, you heard a gasp from behind you. Turning, you saw Kyle, his eyes fixated on the screen, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"Love?" he murmured, his voice laced with sympathy and a fire burning within, "I didn't realize you were going through this. I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain of the messages threatening to overwhelm you. But Kyle, ever the steadfast protector, closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His words, infused with a fierce protectiveness, resonated within you. As he held you close, you felt a sense of safety and reassurance wash over you, erasing the fear and uncertainty that had plagued your heart.

Days passed and Kyle prepared for his next mission, a dangerous assignment that would take him away from you for a while. But before he left, he made a promise to himself, and to you. He would confront your ex, ensuring that he never dared to disturb your peace again.

As he set out on his mission, he carried with him the weight of your trust and the burning desire to protect you from harm. And when the time came, bruised and battered, he sought out your ex, determined to make him understand the consequences of his actions.

Face to face, Kyle confronted the man who had caused you so much pain, his eyes ablaze with an unwavering resolve. Your ex, taken aback by the sight of Kyle's injuries, cowered before him, realizing the severity of his actions. He pleaded for mercy, promising to leave you alone for good.

Kyle’s voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument, made it clear that any further harassment or threat would be met with severe consequences.

When he finally returned home, weary but determined, you met him at the door. The weight of the past seemed to dissolve as he enveloped you in his arms, the warmth of his embrace erasing the remnants of fear and doubt. In that moment, you knew that together, you could face anything.

After seeing him all bruised up but with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. In his embrace, you found healing. The scars of the past fading into insignificance compared to the love that bloomed between you. Together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the strength of your bond and the knowledge that no matter what, you were not alone.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Aemond Would Include:

He is the perfect partner. He would do anything to protect the ones he loves. He would kill for you. He would die for you. He would go to the end of the world to make you happy. His entire life would be devoted to his love for you. He would kill every man in the world other than you so that he could be sure you would be safe and happy. He would do anything to make you happy. As others say, he would walk to the ends of the earth for you. And he would, with a smile on his face.

He would devote every waking moment to thinking about you. Every thought would be of you, every action performed with the idea of winning your attention. Every breath he would take would be in dedication to you even if you didn't know it. He would do anything for you, and he would expect you to do the same. He would take any measure, no matter how drastic, to ensure that you belonged to him alone. He would want to take control of your life.

If it were up to him, he would follow your every desire. He would do everything to please you. He would make sure to be by your side every day, and worship you like a goddess/god. He would dedicate himself entirely to you and to you alone. You would be the sole object of his love and attention. His sole desire would be to please and protect you. He would never even consider being with anyone else, for you would be the only person for him. As it should be.

His family or at least Alicent and Helena tried to stop him. To break you apart. They claimed that he was too jealous and that his desires were irrational. They were fools. Love is a powerful emotion that cannot be stopped by simple words, or by any force for that matter. Their attempts only strengthened his resolve and only made him more intense. Love is a flame, and when that flame is kindled in a man's heart, it is not easily put out.

He would be sad if you didn't want to be with him or tried to leave him. For some time. Perhaps a long time. But it would be your loss. To be with him is to be with power, and status, and wealth. To choose to leave him would be a mistake, for him of anyone of his stature would be able to give you much more than the common folk he would expect you to end up with. He would pity you if anything. But he would try to continue with his life, even though he would do all he can to change your mind. And if he cannot, then the pain of rejection will be so great that it will only fill him with a burning rage, one that could be satisfied by nothing less than vengeance.

Any number of ways. It depends on the severity of your offense, the magnitude. It could be something as simple as ignoring you for a day. Or something as severe as leaving a scar for all to see as a reminder of your offense. Or, If it is slight, he is known to have a sharp tongue. He would have a harsh word and a colder shoulder for you for a while. But if it is a major offense, and the pain is real, and he has been deeply betrayed, then he will not shy away from physical force if a simple harsh word does not suffice.

His family has learned the hard way not to use you against him or as a pawn in any way, shape, or form as he can get quite aggressive, quite quickly. When someone threatens to take from him what he loves, all thoughts of morals and ethics go out the window. There is nothing more dangerous than an angry lord, and he will make sure that the target of his love hears all of his anger. They will know that the dragon is angry, and only their death will keep him from burning them to a crisp.

He also tends to act irrationally because of his love. If the person of his affection wishes to leave him, he cannot handle that rejection. He has been known to follow you when you attempt to leave him and insist on you staying. And while he hates the feeling of not having complete control over you and everything that comes along with you, it would be more devastating for him to be without you. He loves you even in his own twisted way, and if he cannot have you then no one can.

He is a jealous man. The person of his love must not be able to show favor to another. He will not stand for it. You must show him the same love and devotion that he shows you. Anything less is unacceptable. He does not want you to even gaze upon another let alone think of one. If you were to ever cheat on him, then his wrath will rain like fire and brimstone. He is very jealous, and it can turn into a rage at a moment's notice.

He is manipulative. If he thinks or notices of a situation that he deems advantageous to himself and the relationship he has with you, he will not hesitate or flinch at exploiting it. He will twist the truth, manipulate conversations, and even lie to get his way. He is not afraid to stoop to that level if he feels like it will help either himself or you.

He expects total loyalty and submission. You must follow his commands and obey him no matter what or without a second thought. You should be prepared to dedicate your life to him after the moment either he or you confess. He expects you to do his bidding and follow every command. He is a powerful lord, a prince of the iron throne, not some commoner without a title. He demands complete devotion and loyalty, or else it is not real love to him.

He will obsess over you at any given time. His thoughts will revolve around you, every waking moment. You will become his muse. He will become an artist simply so he can compose verses and paintings about your beauty. He will become a bard just so he can sing about you and your virtues. His heart will belong only to his obsession and in return he expects a love that is just as absolute. He wants a love worth singing about. He wants a love worth killing for. He wants a love worth dying for.

He is overbearing. He feels you must never be far from his sights. He is always at your side, watching, watching, watching… You can never escape him for long. And if you do, he will become angry. and he wants you to understand that you are truly his. It is not because he is trying to be cruel or controlling, but because in his mind he cares. You are more than an object to him, you are an extension of himself. You are a part of him. So how can he let you go?

He likes to make grand romantic gestures. He would shower you with gifts, and romantic overtures. All to keep you in his thoughts. He would seek to surprise you, and sweep you off your feet. And of course, he would go to great lengths to remove anything or anyone that would interfere with the way he spends time with you, whether the removal be physical or not. He is somewhat of a stalker, for the object of his affection, but then again, he feels a love so great, he is not sure he has any true limit to what he might do.

He would give you flowers every day. He would give you your favorite foods. He would give you the moon every night if you asked for it. It would be as if paradise were on earth. He loves you so very, very much that he could die just knowing you are happy, especially because of him. It would all be worth it to see you smile. That is what brings him joy above all else.

What else do you need? His love and devotion? His undying willingness to do anything to protect you and make you happy? What else is there to give to the one you love except everything?

He is a man of great power and influence, with many allies and servants at his disposal. He has some ability with both the sword and the written word. He would be willing to employ violence, but it would be used as a last resort. He would prefer to manipulate others to do his bidding until you are together and then, he would use his wits to keep you in his possession and out of harm's way.

He is absolutely possessive. You are his, and his alone. He will not stand idle whilst others gaze upon you with their own desire and lust in their eyes. Those who attempt to steal your heart away from him, are as good as dead. He is a powerful prince, and he will use his power against them in any way possible. Whether it be through whispers and slander or brute force, he will stop at nothing to keep his love in his heart. Aemond Targaryen is capable of being a loving man. But a powerful one, so tread carefully, lest you wish to incur his wrath.

You are his only emotional support, he has become utterly reliant on you for his emotional and physical needs. He would do anything to please you, and the power dynamic is completely skewed in your favor. To the point that you control his every move, including who he talks to, where he goes, and almost everything else. His obsession with the one person extends to the point of him being basically helpless, because of how dependent he is on you for everything.

He would devote his entire body to you even if just for pleasure. He would give you his heart and soul. He would let you control him in every scene. He would be totally obedient to everything you say. He would let you walk all over him. He would be your personal slave if you asked for it. He would do literally anything and everything to make you happy. His entire life would be given to you, and he would be happy to do so.

He really likes giving head and seeing you coming undone. He learns what you like and don’t like fast so you don’t ever turn down an offer.

His favourite thing is to cum inside you and watch it ooze from whichever holes he’s chosen to abuse that day, but something about covering you in it makes him feral.

He likes to grind against you whenever you sit in his lap, especially if it’s secretly while you’re in public. He likes to watch you struggle to keep your composure.

Dirty talk, mainly him speaking “Say my name. Let everyone know whose fucking you this good; whose the only one who can fuck you this good.”

[yuanmir]

[20:07]

summary. roommate to lovers. (sfw) warning. none. note. i have a hyperfixation on eren and created this blog for the sole purpose of satiate my thirst of fluffy eren. word count. 1.3k

EREN JAEGER — ROOMMATES 

Being roommates with Eren wasn’t as bad as some -jean- made it out to be. Although his anger issues were indeed a hassle to deal with, he just became silent to you. Choosing to calm himself before talking it out with you. Plus, he always did the house chores for two weeks as an apology. 

Being roommates with Eren was nice. He was an excellent cook, did his chores accordingly and respected your privacy. However, being roommates with Eren meant seeing his friends almost every day. Apparently, out of everyone in his friend group, yours and Eren’s flat was the biggest — thanks to you—. It wasn’t horrible, Eren did send out a text two hours before they came over or told you the day beforehand. And gradually, you started to open up to his friends.

Jean and Connie saw you as a kind soul that had to live with the crazy monster (“ you’re an angel for putting up with that maniac.” — jean). His childhood friends, Mikasa and Armin, were very welcoming. Although it was mostly them telling you all the embarrassing stuff Eren did as a child and said boy blushing and yelling at them to stop. 

A few of his friends were respectful and kind toward you. Sasha emptying your fridge, Annie and Historia helping you wash the dishes. Reiner and Bertholdt laugh at Eren and Jean as they have their usual fights.

It made your once lonely home full of energy. 

Being roommates with Eren was life changing. 

━━━━

Being roommates with Eren meant slowly falling in love with him. His intimidating emerald eyes, his silky dark brown hair which stops at his shoulders— which you have no idea how he’s able to keep them in perfect condition when he’s using a three in one—. He was sculpted by a god, you were sure. And oftentimes you’ve found yourself sculpting his face during your class only to get teased by Mrs. Pieck. 

However, you could never grasp his traits. Even if you stayed the night trying, it felt somehow incomplete. Sometimes it was the eyes, other times the nose and it wasn’t until the first rays of the sun that you found yourself on the thirteenth try. 

Coming back home, you’d be greeted by Eren giving you a cup of well deserved coffee. Ruffling your hair before going on his morning jog. You smiled at the plate of your favorite food waiting for you as well as a ‘ don’t force yourself’ note with a messily drawn smiling emoji. 

A laugh escaping your lips, shaking your head at the silliness of the message. The small act reminding you of why you fell in love with Eren.

━━━━

Being roommates with you makes Eren forget how to breathe. It started slow at first, thinking it was because he spent all his time with, he started to confuse his feelings. But the face you make when focused on an assignment, the adorable smile you’d have whenever you saw a video of a cat, the mesmerizing laugh you’d let out whenever Mikasa and Armin tell you another stupid thing Eren did as a child. 

Eren began to second doubt his feelings. Maybe he didn’t want to just be friends, maybe he wanted to be something more. These thoughts and wants were the reason he stayed up late, imagining it was you instead of the pillow. Your arms around his chest, your hair tickling his skin. Your breaths burning his skin. Eren groans. He was acting like a teenager with a crush. 

“ fuck..” he mutters in the darkness of his room. 

Maybe he does have a crush on you.

Being roommates with you turned Eren into a puppy. Whenever you would go out together for shopping or to the uni, he would trail behind you holding the shopping bags or your art supplies. He would glare at anyone who was looking at you weirdly. 

His friends of course noticed his behavior. 

Of course they wouldn’t be his friends if they didn’t help him. But they first teased him at every chance they got, even in front of you. Jean laughed his ass off when he found out (unfortunately for Eren, he was the first to find out). 

From accidentally forgetting the day they were supposed to hang out, leaving you and Eren alone to asking you about your type (and having to deal with a depressed Eren and a flustered Armin, because apparently you liked blond. — Eren almost dyed his hair blond had Annie and Connie not stopped him).

Thankfully— or not? — for Eren, you were aware of this little charade and was greatly amused. You returned his feeling of course, it has been for a long time. But you didn’t know when he started to return them.

━━━━

It was a saturday. 

Today was the day Eren would ask you out. Supposedly he was at his American football training, but he lied so could surprise you. He brought some flowers, a bouquet made of dahlia and a couple of hydrangea. Thanks to Historia and Mikasa — and a hell of changing into multiple outfits—, he was dressed up for the occasion. 

Inhaling a breath, he checked himself in the hallway mirror, muttering a small ‘you can do it’ to himself. Knocking on your studio’s door, he waited. Sounds of chair scraping and rushed footsteps halted when the door opened. 

And there you were, even with clay plastered on your face, you somehow still looked as beautiful as everyday. You were confused at the flowers in his hands and his dressed up self, a pang of hurt clawing at your heart. You pushed it deep inside, ignoring it to the fullest extent. 

Eren smiled at you, “hey.”

“hi.” 

You stood there, staring at each other's faces. A blush on both of your faces, Eren coughed. “Can I come inside..?” you snapped out of your trance, repeating a series of ‘yeah, yeah sure’. 

Closing the door behind him, horror struck you. Before he came in, you were on a ‘ try to make another Eren to somehow calm my delusional self’ marathon. The sculpture wasn’t finished, but it was detailed enough for anyone who knew the crazy maniac to recognize his face. You prayed your talent was trash enough for him not recognize his own self.

“ Is that me?” fuck.

“About that..” You hide the blush on your cheeks with a hand, you ramble on about how it was a coincidence and you certainly did not make his face on a daily basis. Eren was relieved, you at least were interested in his looks. 

It was risky, he wasn’t sure if you view him in a romantic way. But he took the risk.

“Babe.” 

You went quiet. A staring contest between you two, until Eren exploded into red. “Sorry. I- I don’t know why i said that—”

“Please go out with me.” 

“Huh”

“....” it was your turn to be all flustered. And there you were, two idiots who were too flustered to talk as they did just confessed to each other in a stupid way. If anyone saw that they would be cringing, honestly who would confess like that? Stupid you, stupid sculpture who didn’t want to look like the love of your life—

“The order is a bit wrong, but,” Eren stops your train of thoughts, extending the bouquet of flowers toward you with a smile on his face. Your hand twitches, you wanted to sculpt this beauty of a man.

“ Yes, I would like to go out with you.” 

A beat, then two and your heart was beating so loud you were sure he must’ve heard it. A smile broke out and you rushed over to hug him. Hiding your face who was heating up by the second. 

Eren was surprised but still hugged back nonetheless. 

“ So about the sculpture.” He was never letting you live it down. 

—© yuanmir. 2023

[jolalibrary]

want.

joel miller x f!reader wc: 600 || warnings: smut, p in v, angst with a slab more of angst, jo being poetic for no reason. an: me to @guyfieriii : 'girl, i want to read this...' and thus, because this is what i wrote while eating my food, it is solely dedicated to her.

1.

sometimes, joel's fingers just twitch at his side because you're the last person he wants to see.

the echoes of his last statement still bounce around the barely-filled kitchen cupboards and the undecorated walls.

and he just stares through his brows, silence rolling all heavy and thick. it's close to barrel waves, aiming for ankles, determined to remove any hope of oxygen.

not that you show it. you stare, well-versed in masking your emotions, the end of times does that to a person, and joel miller forces you to perfect it.

he'll wear that expression, the one that's hard to read, worn and beat. if he feels regret, he never shows it. there's never an apology, not in word form, only ever in the things he does.

turning, you let your shoulders sink—and then it’s the sound of boots on hardwood flooring. like drums.

thud. thud. thud.

they land to the beat of your heart. your lashes blinking before his hand grabs your hip, turning you, forcing you to face him. pausing, staring at you, the briefest chance to push him away, to tell him to go.

you don't. then his dry, cracked lips are on yours. and he’s fire, burning, and eroding past anger; all wishful hatred melting it all.

it’s rushed fingers, buttons sliding from their places as soft thuds become the background instruments to the carnal act about to happen.

no words, just your clothes gone and his jeans around ankles.

and now it’s something else entirely. it’s born from the words said moments ago and fused with desperate kisses full of teeth and tongue; it melds itself with pleasure, of feeling so full you stop hating him for the briefest second, letting a whimper escape at how stretched you feel, and how good it is all at once.

now it’s Joel. it’s please. it's fingers on his neck, teasing the uncut curls at the base of his hairline as he begins to move, making promises about it feeling good, that he’ll make you feel good, that he’s the only one that will.

you know, in the same way your brain does, he's right.

even if your nerves are busy, occupied, rendered useless by the brutal pace he’s set—your breath swallowed by him, under the spotlight of his gaze. the one you crave. the one you hope will remain, but knows it never will.

not even when he holds your chin, grunts to keep your eyes on him. you do. don't even question it, not bothered you're sullying the table in Jackson or that splinters are embedding themselves in.

you just hoping he’ll leave bruises and marks. just so you have it, something from him tomorrow that won’t have turned cold and distant.

sometimes, joel hates you because he doesn't hate you at all.

2.

joel doesn't want you, yet your things live with his.

two souls wandering, swirling, moving around the other, living in conjunction, but not really together.

it's different when he brushes his palm over your waist, an indication, a sign. it's the only time you feel he lets you in—when he’s sheathed himself inside of you.

you're granted access passed empty brown into warm hazel. it's when he calls you darlin’, let his southern drawl extend each letter of it as it coats your ear as he rocks his hips against yours and his lips over your jaw.

sometimes you’re on your back, splayed out for him—a sight he says is fuckin' heavenly. sometimes you’re on top of him, held in place, perfectly positioned, a fuckin' goddess.

you savour it, the sounds of his grunts and groans, the way he looks at you as though you’d never had to kill, never done anything more than cook a meal and make a bed.

in these moments, the two of you can pretend that this is something special, and not just relief. it’s not just two people desperately seeking pleasure, a break in the fear—something akin to a treat.

it's why you kiss him with adoration, instead of the bitterness he expects. why you hold him for a second or two after your breaths are both caught. his eyes ablaze with lust, blinking a shard of it away until you're greeted with somewhat-narrowed eyes and a gritted jaw.

when it’s over and his jeans are back up his thighs, the emptiness from the lack of him feeling larger, as if something close to being cared for has been ripped from your grip.

but then, it was foolish to expect such things from joel miller.

he’s weathered, practically turned to stone. his hands are soaked in blood, his body littered in scars, and his soul is a blend of them both.

you still want him, all the same.

[fair-dinkum-mechanic]

honestly? not a clue how to cope at the moment.

I don't understand why people can wrong me so, SO viciously and be rewarded for it. Like my life just continues to spiral out of my control, but people who absolutely savaged me are not only rewarded, but excused. idk maybe its not very modest or humble of me to kinda wish that they'd have to face the consequences of actions that were totally and completely unfair, and have left permanent scars on me for the rest of my life.

but I have to make peace with the fact that they never will - and they'll live out the rest of their days not even giving it a second thought. Not even so much as thinking about an apology or acknowledgement of their behaviour. Just forever believing that I was toxic or cruel to them, when I know I wasn't. Well, we all do toxic things, and I'm guilty of that even in these cases, but I know why now I acted how I did and said things I said, but why am I held to such a higher standard when I DO mess up? and these other people get away with it like they did absolutely nothing wrong at all??? Is it because they did it to ME? because that's exactly how it feels. It feels like because it was done to ME it's excusable and justifiable . Because it was ME they did nothing wrong, because I'm me and I'm difficult, unlovable, ugly, annoying, obnoxious and ultimately worthless in every sense of the word. every ounce of anger directed at me is justified, each mistreatment, harshness, attack, accusation, all of it, is all justified simply because I'm me.

and no nothing has happened to trigger this, just me dwelling too much on the past and seeing now where those people are, and where I am. If they're looking for justification or affirmation that they were in the right - here it is - I still don't see how but life has handed you guys the reward, and I'm still here wanting to cut myself out of my own skin. I deserved every piece of abuse you hurled at me.

I deserved every single scathing word. I deserved to be yelled at, sneered at, snapped at, made to feel afraid, alone, guilty, ashamed. When you threw the shoes and the plates I deserved to witness it. When you lied and lied and lied, but then accused me of the guilt, I deserved it. When I was chastised and scorned for every single decision I made, even healthy ones for self preservation and helping everyone, I deserved it. When the years, and years, and years of mental and emotional abuse shut me away like a menace, I deserved it. When despite that my friends justified your behaviour, consoled you, reaffirmed to you inadventently that I was indeed the sole problem, I deserved it. And nobody knows just how much I punish myself every day because I deserved all of it. I may not understand WHY I deserved all of it, but it's very, very clear that I did. Every day I punish myself. I deny myself, I hurt myself, I tear shreds out of my mind and my heart every single day because if there's anything I know it's that I deserve it. And the continued pain, and the continued indifference absolutely shows me that it's true. And I do get sad over it. It's not poetic there's not beauty in it at all. I NEVER get those years back. It's done, the milk is spilled, I'll never stop bleeding over this and I only get one life, and it's been forever, forever trashed and burned from this. I'll never lead a normal life. So yeah, you guys win. I hope that gives you some sense of satisfaction, or joy, or whatever. There's no use in all of us being miserable. Congratulations, really, you're on the winning side of the coin, life has favoured you.

[melancholy-ember]

hands in marriage for your writing 💍

On behalf of my writing, I accept! XD

But seriously, you are still far too kind to me, and I appreciate the support more than you know.

Fun fact, I have a few scenes from Faster Than A Hairpin Trigger that I saved onto a document because I liked them, but they didn't fit in the story. I'm thinking about releasing them as "Missing Moments" when FTAHT is finished, but for now...

This one was one of my favorites, and I was super disappointed when I couldn't make it work, but I hope you enjoy reading it!

(Chapter 9 was originally going to be in Lucy's POV, with this scene being the end of Chapter 8.)

Lucy hummed quietly to herself as the door to the elevator slid open, waiting patiently for an elderly woman and her husband to shuffle out of the sliding doors and grinning at them as they did. The wife had her hand wrapped firmly around his bicep, frail-looking fingers clenching onto the fabric of a dark gray overcoat that was still lightly speckled with raindrops from the afternoon’s unexpected drizzle. The husband had his own worn hand covering his wife’s, seemingly uncaring about how much harder their positioning made the act of moving forward.

It was love, the brunette thought, that made the slight struggle worth it. The desire to be closer, even if it came with a cost.

Unbidden, the memory of Kate’s borderline desperate tugging at the back of her shirt and Lucy’s own less than subtle fall into their embrace from days ago flashed in her mind, and the soft humming abruptly stopped.  

Lucy couldn’t afford to let herself fall down that particular rabbit hole, not when she was literally on her way to the blonde’s hospital room. Thoughts and memories like that were best left under lock and key when she was anywhere near Kate’s general vicinity, if only because she didn’t know how to properly balance the twisted, sour mess of anger with the deep, all-consuming feeling of relief and...

Something.

Something Lucy knew was love but didn’t want to acknowledge it—not right now, not when there wasn’t anything she could do with the feeling. It just sat like a brick in her chest, because it was love, but the emotion itself was weighed down with so much resentment and betrayal and pain that it felt poisonous.

It felt… dangerous.

And as angry as Lucy may have been, she was still aware enough to recognize that not all of her rage belonged solely to the blonde. A good portion of it yes, but thoughts of Pruitt, Spencer and Adam still reared their heads at the most untimely of moments, like a fucked-up game of whack-a-mole. Kate didn’t deserve the full wrath of that anger. Not when it didn’t all belong to her and certainly not right now, when she was in a hospital bed, trying to recover from a literal gunshot wound.

So lock and key was the best solution for the time being, but sometimes Lucy would see something that made her traitorous, aching heart trip in her chest and thoughts of that could have been us pop into her head and the carefully crafted mask of control would crack clean down the middle.

“Enough,” Lucy whispered sharply to herself, tightening her jaw in an effort to regain control of her mind. In front of her, the elder couple both turned to look back with varying degrees of concern, and the brunette did her best to smile through clenched teeth. “I cannot get enough of this weather, I'm loving the random drizzles and cool temperatures. It’s a lovely break from the heat.”

The husband nodded in agreement, while the wife offered a kind grin. “I do so love it too, dear. Reminds me of, well… there’s no time for stories just now, is there? You have a nice day.”

With that last parting message, they shuffled together around the corner, hands now intertwined.

Tears burned behind her eyes, and Lucy forced herself to blink them away, before plastering on a smile and making her way into Kate’s room.

The blonde was fast asleep, breathing deep and even like she had been for a little while at least. It wasn’t too unexpected, but the little boy whose shoulder her head was resting against was—if only because he was awake. Lucy grinned softly when Holden’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, and he twitched forward just the slightest bit—like he was going to rush down from the bed—before freezing and throwing a wide-eyed look at a still sleeping Kate, then flicking his gaze back to Lucy.

“Hi Miss Lucy,” he whispered ineffectively, carefully attempting to adjust his shoulder in a clear effort to ease the strain on Kate’s neck. There was a single, tense moment where Kate’s brow furrowed slightly at the movement. Holden sucked in an audible breath, holding perfectly still until the crease once again smoothed out. The little boy sighed in relief. “She fell asleep during story time. Probably because she had to see Doctor Dillion yesterday, mama sleeps a lot after that too. I'm trying not to move, or else I would give you a hug.”

Lucy’s heart melted. “Hi bud. That’s okay, I can give you a hug later.”

“I like that plan,” Holden murmured, seemingly taking the words very seriously. His attempt at whispering was no more successful than it had been earlier, but Kate stayed asleep. She must have been exhausted. Lucy settled herself in the chair by the bed as Holden clearly contemplated over something, raising an eyebrow and grinning in encouragement when curious green eyes met her own. “Do you remember the time you saved that journalist from the evil spies? And-And his wife had to help you find out where he had been taken?”

It took Lucy a moment to parse through all of the sugar-coating, but the case sounded familiar. Of course it did, because she and Kate had shared one of the most intimate moments of their entire relationship following its conclusion. The most genuine she had ever seen the blonde—

Kayla Barlow.

I don’t think you’re bad, in fact… I think you’re amazing.

That had been the start of everything changing.

In that moment, the line they had been so carefully walking had been crossed, and Lucy had tumbled willingly into the unknown, propelled by nothing more than the feeling of Kate’s lips on her own. At the time, her heart had been pounding with excited, exultant thrill. At the time, she had been so ready to see where things would progress, terrified by the strength of her emotions but ready to face them head on. At the time, she had been chasing the phantom-feelings that had developed over a span of two days and three nights, a kind of rush that no one else had ever managed to recreate.

Their goodbye kiss from all that time ago still smoldered like ash on her tongue, hot like a brand and stinging like her tears. The taste of salt from those tears had lingered for hours on her lips after their reluctant parting.

It had been the very first time Lucy had ever cried over Kate Whistler.

Now, crying over the blonde was common.

Stop.

Lucy grinned through the bittersweet pain the memories brought, forcefully shoving all of the twisted feelings back into their locked boxes. She was absolutely not going to be ruining whatever semblance of comfort Holden got from these stories by tainting them with her own grief-smeared hold. No, she’d sooner stand up and walk right out of the hospital altogether than ever risk doing that. “I do remember that one. Is that the story she was…?”

Holden beamed happily, carefully nodding his head. “Yes! I think—” Kate made a quiet, huffing noise. The little boy froze. After another moment of pause, Holden started speaking again, notably much quieter. “I think maybe that’s my favorite one so far.”

“Hmm,” Lucy hummed softly, giving her emotions a chance to finish settling. Once she no longer felt like she was liable to burst into tears, the brunette let her eyes flick over to a still smiling Holden. His right arm was lost under the waterfall of Kate’s hair, but he didn’t seem to mind. “That day was a bit crazy. And actually, Kate was… Kate helped a lot. We saved him, but she saved us.”

The little boy tilted his head. “Really? She didn’t say anything about that…” Green eyes flickered over to Kate, searching, before again meeting Lucy’s own. “Does she do that a lot?”

“Save us?” Lucy clarified.

Holden nodded.

“Sometimes,” Lucy answered softly, letting her gaze linger on Kate now. She remembered the bus full of FBI agents, remembered a pale purple sweater and fingers that were still vaguely tensed from rapid typing. Remembered the feeling of the cool ambulance floor, the ache in every part of her body, Tennant’s voice saying Curtis had to grab her, she was heading inside. She was heading to you. “Yes, she saves us a lot. Saves… me, a lot.”

And hurts me too. Hurts me more than I've ever been hurt before, more hurt than I knew I could feel. It shouldn’t be possible for my heart to hurt this badly, shouldn’t be possible for—

“Yeah,” Holden agreed, something dark flashing in his eyes. There was a subtle frown pulling at his lips, but he blinked it away and glanced over at Kate. His expression was nothing sort of reverent, a thoughtless kind of adoration that made Lucy’s heart clench.  “Yeah, she saves me a lot too.”

[adrianasunderworld]

Do you think in Magicam monsters event that the princesses will have their own place to set up their Halloween since they are more of them? It makes me think Cinderella will be part of the Committee and since it is a scary event, she figure she might have scary theme like witches. I also think other princesses will help on other dorm's like with Mulan in Malleus' part as she can help take notes of their theme (Especially how Mulan weirded the parts about Mushu) and Ariel with Octavinelle.

I also like some of the princesses will go ape**** just like how Jamil willing to burn everything to Ortho willing to disintegrate. Example being Elsa who is always patient and conceal herself but seeing how they try to mess with her sister, she is willingly to freeze them. Merida will likely try to shoot them with her bow and arrow and we seen how angry Moana can be as she is gonna hit them with her paddle.

I also like to imagine the princess's reactions on other's attempted murder. Alice already expected Riddle to be angry as he attempt to and she is glad they able to stop him which shows improvement from chapter 1, Belle never thought Leona willingly to hurt the guests with an army once again, Ariel kinda expect Floyd to hurt others by squishing them, Jasmine knew she has issues with Jamil but knows he is patient which is why him attempt burn is the least expected and learn about his fear of bugs, Snow White didn't want Epel to cause trouble, Megera never thought Ortho willingly to kill them as she sees him being innocent, and Aurora and Mulan thought the guests would stop but they were never afraid of Malleus which anger him.

And so I like to think some of princesses will help scare them like Elsa giving a cold atmosphere and Tiana telling them a story of how the frogs she cooked are real people.

Ok ok, the witch idea is cute, it matches Grim, it's what I did for my Yuu. But then after reading this I thought of other potential costumes and I thought of a Haunted Doll/ puppet theme.

Yes this is supposed to be Cinderella

Cinderella Is a good Halloween candidate. Though my logic with that is Cinderella-pumpkins-Halloween, lol. I think Belle would also be a good addition. Just because out of all the princesses, Belle has the most “creepy” stuff associated with her and her movie. Like the beasts castle, the dark forest that surrounds it, her literal monster boyfriend, yah know. I feel like she’d get into it. But yeah the two of them are on the committee for Ramshackle dorm. Belle wanted the library, but Idia called it first and she was salty as hell about it. But the girls set up their spot in the schools conservatory and set up a whimsical haunted toy makers shop. They stayed on budget by getting a bunch of second hand toys and found a discount fabric store in town. Cinderellas mice and bird frineds helped with the sewing while Belle found inspiration pictures. Rapunzel does their makeup. Elsa and Tiana crunched all the numbers to stay on budget. They even had plenty to set up a “Make your own” ragdoll craft area for guests. And Belle found a bunch of Halloween books and held “Storytime with Dolly”. 

The Magicam Monsters annoyed the princesses as much as everyone else. Some would pose with all the craft supplies and leave them there, not actually doing anything with it. Picking up the toys that were solely for display and not putting them back. Waving their selfie sticks around and knocking over the dolls. Some of them were porcelain and broke. Which may have been fine for Halloween decorations to be busted, but the plan was to clean up and re-donate a lot of the toys, and now they had even less stuff to give away. Not to mention a few of them were super creepy and taking pictures of the girls without asking. Making comments about how pretty they were, when did they get off, can I have your number? It was wearing down Belle and Cinderellas patience to the point they had either Mulan, Elsa, or Merida to act like security. 

The way they scared them off was making up a whole story about how one of the old headmages wanted a daughter so badly, he made a doll so life like that he wished her to be a real girl. Taking matters into his own hands, made a spell that would bring her to life. Only she needed to take the life of others to sustain it, turning them into lifeless dolls instead. Including her own father. Elsas magic gave the place an eerie chill and creepy wind. Cinderellas mice friends puppeteered the dolls to make them move, squeaking out their warnings to run before she got them too.

It was very cathartic for all of them. 

[purplemninja]

I wouldn’t say that Hezu says that Six deserves what happened to her, but she’s definitely being far too dismissive of her suffering, the part that Mono and Thin Man played in it, and making Six the scapegoat and acting like Six the sole cause of Mono and RK’s problems while letting everyone else who not only ALSO contributed to the boys’ fates but also committed far worse things (ie the Tower and the Lady) off the hook.

This part of what Hezu said angers me so much and is why I see her using Six as a scapegoat and blaming only her for the boys’ problems:

The more bitter part of me rephrases part of this text as “That’s the point of Channel Change. To do Six as dirty as possible and act like she somehow prevents the possibility of the boys getting a happy ending no matter what, even if it’s a version of Six that wasn’t cursed with hunger by the Thin Man and jaded into looking out only for herself by Mono. I’ll completely defend the bad things that happened to Six because of Mono/Thin Man when she was just trying to help him but do the opposite the other way around and act like Six is the sole cause of the boys’ fates while everyone else is let off the hook.”.

Yes, Hezu said that the boys aren’t innocent and that she doesn’t see Six as a bad person, but she doesn’t go into detail (telling but not showing), meanwhile she’ll provide essays about Six’s negative traits and deeds and the boys’ positive ones (telling AND showing)

I’ve shown these posts of hers to other people before (I also included an older post of Hezu’s where she gives a nuanced overview of Six, the same post that made me think that Hezu is better than this) and they gave their 2 cents on it. One person said that they don’t think that Hezu was genuine in the nuanced overview of Six, while another said that Hezu probably didn’t think it through so doesn’t see how screwed up it is. But they all have said that Hezu’s bias is obvious.

I don’t have a problem with her giving the boys a happy ending, I’m a bit annoyed that she excluded Six from it (I’m not asking or expecting her to add Six to it, plus it’s her AU so she can do what she wants with it, but I also am entitled to my thoughts and feelings on it, which I’ve already shown), but what really makes me angry is the unfair and cruel treatment she displays towards Six. I generally have no problem with the fandom making a relationship between the boys (though if they know about VLN I wish they’d stop leaving RCG and Six relationship in the dark, but that’s just me), it’s when they treat Six poorly in the process that ticks me off.

This is the lowest I’ve seen the “Mono and RK best friends, treat Six like sh*t” people go, and I hate to expose people to this but it has to be seen to be believed. While Hezu didn’t go this far, this is why I have a fiery hatred for the “Mono-RK bff, treat Six awfully” people and why it angers, disappoints and even worries me to see Hezu joining this club, it should be pretty obvious to see what’s wrong with this image:

Do NOT harass @aly015, they’re NOT the one who made this image nor do they condone it.

The artist (whose name I won’t say to avoid people going to harass them, plus it’s not worth it to talk to the artist anyway because it’s like arguing with a brick wall) is a permanent VIP member of my greatest hate list called the “You are absolute scum and I despise every fiber of your being with a passion that burns hotter than the sun” list of people. Hezu is not on any of my hate lists (or even dislike lists because I don’t WANT to dislike her), but she’s definitely not on my like list anymore and is on my ‘neutral but angry’ list. And I feel so betrayed by Hezu to see her abandon everything she said in her nuanced post about Six and join the aforementioned club of people who make the boys be friends but treat Six terribly, even though she (thankfully) didn’t go to the extent that the artist who made the disgusting image above did.

@scruffiberri meanwhile skyrocketed up to my like and respect list with her ‘Togetherness AU’. I really like that she makes Mono accept responsibility and accountability for his actions, not defend them but also not demonize him for it either, AND she allows Six to voice her (justified) anger towards Mono uninterrupted and allows her suffering to actually matter. Scruffi is what Hezu (sadly) isn’t (anymore) and I respect Scruffi for that.

I’ve confided with @greensea-iza about this previously and they understand that an artist you like can let you down.

*pant, pant* and that’s everything I have to say about this, I’m glad about your posts about how the fandom dismisses Six suffering or transfers it to Mono (like your post about people going “Six got kidnapped! Poor Mono who witnessed it, never-mind the person who actually got kidnapped”) and I’m glad to see that I’m not the only person who sees and thinks that Hezu is being really mean to Six.

And I’m glad that you like my Rewind AU so far, I’m sorry that I can’t include the Pretender in the girls’ happy ending but she is an antagonist and canonically killed RCG and hundreds of children were slaughtered to be made into dolls for her. And I’m glad that you’re excited for my other AU.

Thank you for letting me vent, have a nice day.

Hey Shark. You wrote in your bio asking people to ask you about Six, so I'll give you a couple questions related to her.

Have you seen the new interpretation I've made on Six's ending? I'm not sure if you've seen the new (depressing) interpretation I've made of her ending in LN1, here's a link to it (please comment or reblog your thoughts on it, I'd like to know): https://www.tumblr.com/purplemninja/728795925847425024/a-depressing-revelation-about-sixs-ending?source=share

And my other question relating to Six: What do you think of my AU called 'Rewind' so far? I have all 9 sequels planned out (though they may be subjected to tweaks or modifications as I go), and I made this AU for multiple reasons, but the main ones being to give the relationship between her and RCG the justice and attention that it deserves, and to make things fair for Six from the AU called 'Channel change' whom Hezu did so dirty (and I'm so mad at Hezu about it, so thank you on the recent posts you've made about how the fandom tends to not give a rat's ascent about Six's suffering and even tend to make Mono's suffering overshadow or matter more than Six's or turn Six's suffering into Mono's (Like your post on when Six gets kidnapped they act like Mono's the only victim). You've surely seen the posts that Hezu made on why she did what she did to Six in her 'Channel change' AU and it doesn't take a genius to see her bias, especially the one where I sent her an ask when she reblogged the first page of my Rewind comic and Hezu says that Mono couldn't have known that Thin Man was behind the door, that he was the Thin Man, etc. Yet the fact that Six had no way of knowing that Mono would survive the fall (let alone everything that happened to him afterwards) and that the Nomes were children are oh so 'conveniently' left out of Hezu's explanation. And it honestly comes off as very dismissive in regards to Six's suffering like 'Oh but what happened to Six due to Mono's actions were an accident so her suffering doesn't matter, but I do care a lot about the suffering that Mono goes through due to Six's actions but not the other way around because reasons'. Though to Hezu's credit, in a more recent ask about Six in her AU, Hezu did write in the tags that Mono/Thin Man ruining Six's life is more reason for her and Mono not to be together, and this time she didn't get defensive about Mono's/Thin Man's actions, and even better, she pointed them in the direction of the first page of my Rewind comic that she reblogged, as I previously asked her to do if people continue to ask her about Six. It's not perfect, but it's good).

[Sorry for the rant, I just needed to get that out of my system. And if you want to see an example of excellent fair judgement between Mono and Six, I highly recommend you read @scruffiberri's comic called 'Togetherness' because neither kid's suffering is dismissed or held against the other, and Mono accepts responsibility and accountability for the role he played in what happened, it doesn't get defended or held against him and it allows Six and her suffering to actually matter and Six to voice that uninterrupted, something that Hezu seems allergic to do]

So what do you think of my AU? And something related to this AU: I have another big AU in the works and have had for several months now (I think nearly a year by now) that, like the Undertale AUs such as Underswap and Underfell, I encourage everyone to make their own content of this other AU I'm making, without needing to ask me for permission or needing to credit me (just don't steal is my only rule). I'll release the initial content of it after I make and upload the first two 'Rewind AU' sequels. I say initial content because I plan to make more content of my own of this AU in the future and the initial content is to introduce everyone to this AU and they can get the idea of what it's about and what happens in it. If you become invested in it, I'd love to see any content you may make of it (You can also make content of my 'Rewind AU' without needing my permission).

So those are my questions about Six for you. Plus I like the drawing you made of Samurai Six ;)

I'm sorry but I haven't read that post, that's just a lot to read and I'm burnt out enough from school so I don't really have energy for that. I might read it during thanksgiving break.

Rewind is a good comic. I like the ending you gave to Six and RCG. The only thing that bums me a tad bit is the lack of Pretender but she's the antagonist so I completely understand not wanting her, I just got accidently attached to her character and her not being there doesnt make anything worse so this isn't a critism at all lol. I won't speak on RCG's and Six's dynamic yet because there isn't enough of it.

I do agree that Hezu's ending was sorta cruel, it does make sense that Six would still be in the cabin but to say she deserves it is a bit too much. I wouldn't care as much if she didn't add it to the end of the comic. The comic was great but the end with Six soured it for me. If she wanted that to be the ending for Six, it'd be fine if she didn't add it to the end of a happy ending and reveal it if someone asked instead. I understand that she said that she wanted to have the ending be happy because it is LN but 1. the point of bittersweet ending is that the person having the bad stuff happen to them isn't suppossed to "deserve it". 2: It's a completely different tone than the rest of the comic, it should've been it's own post. 3:I don't want to be too mean to Hezu(especially considering she can't see this cuz i blocked her and you said she isn't that bad) but it's, idk, a bit fucked up to say that a child who got kidnapped deserves it because of something they didn't even do yet(even if she did its still fucked up).

Also okay! I just read up to ep 4. It looks good so far.

Rewind? I like it, And about the Au you're working on, I'm excited to see it. I might want to draw fanart depending how I think about it. Also if you want content for it I'd recommend asking on your own post, not mine. At the end of the day though I'm not sure it'll get a lot of content. Maybe a close mutual would make some. I think you should've talked about the au more so people could start to like the idea before considering makeing their own content. But I love the idea of a "community" au you have.

Also thanks!

[hlstead]

like violence, you have me forever and after

[daemon targaryen x reader]

warnings: mentions of possession/jealousy, swearing, violence

He was furious, he could burn this whole place down and it wouldn't make any difference in his life. That was one of the reasons he hated that you were present at the negotiations, the attention you drew. From the first minute they arrived at Dragonstone, the soldiers didn't stop staring at you. Daemon was getting furious about that, but he was trying to hold back his anger to try to be diplomatic for the sake of Viserys' negotiations.

“Everything has a price and you know it.” One of the soldiers says.

“We can offer whatever you want in exchange for your surrender,” Viserys says to the sole causing Daemon to arch an eyebrow in disbelief at the placement.

Their leader looked at you as if you were a piece of meat, which made you grab one of Daemon's arms in an attempt to feel less vulnerable, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by Daemon, who wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you close.

"Then I'll want the slut who's cuddling with the prince." The leader says making all the rest of the soldiers laugh.

You hung your head uncomfortably but didn't dare move, feeling Daemon's body stiffen.

"What did you say?" Daemon asked coldly.

“Don't pretend you heard. You mean you can fuck all women and I can't fuck yours?” The soldier says.

Daemon lets out a wry laugh that conveyed all the hate he was feeling that made you cringe, you knew what he was capable of and you knew he was pissed. He let go of her waist and walked towards the soldier in front of him, causing his heart to skip several beats.

“I think the negotiation ended here,” Daemon says and pulls the sword from his belt, raising it quickly and hitting the soldier's neck.

You let out a startled scream, closing your eyes and putting your hands over your mouth. You knew the aggressive side of him and you expected at least a fight, but you didn't expect that.

The soldiers were equally impacted and the fear of the dragons that flew over the place to attack them made them immobile.

“The next person who dares to speak of my girl will meet the same fate as him, if not worse,” Daemon says looking at the body on the ground and wiping the blade of his sword disdainfully.

His only reaction was to leave there, not wanting to see any more of that scene. You grabbed the hem of your dress and ran up the stairs, opening the door to Daemon's room and quickly stepping inside. You walked around with one hand on your forehead and the other on your belly, in a gesture of anxiety for everything that had happened. You were a person who was against any act of violence, unlike Daemon.

You hear the door open and look towards you to see your boyfriend staring at you, you let out a sigh and turn your back on him heading towards the huge window overlooking the sea. You feel his arms wrapping around your waist and you close your eyes, holding your breath.

"Why you left?" He asks causing you to let out an incredulous laugh.

“Daemon? You killed the guy, you killed him in front of me!” You scream.

"He deserved," Daemon says with a shrug.

“There were other ways to solve that.” You say feeling the tears run down your cheeks.

“Are you crying because of that guy? From the guy who called you a slut?” Daemon asks sharply.

“No, I'm crying because of you. I don't want you to kill someone every time they offend me. I don't like seeing your violent side Daemon." You say sitting on the bed, staring at him.

"You are afraid of me?" He asks making you freeze.

In reality, you were, but you didn't want to admit it so as not to hurt him, but your silence had already betrayed you by the reaction stamped on his face.

"I would never hurt you." He says sitting next to you.

"It's not me Daemon, you may not hurt me but you're hurting other people." You say looking at the floor.

“You have to understand that I will do anything for you!” Daemon yells, getting up from the bed and standing in front of him.

"This is not for me, I didn't want this!" Your answer.

“So what did you want? That I let him humiliate you in front of everyone?” Daemon asks.

“Right now, I just wanted you to hold me. I don't want to fight, I just want to forget.” You say and then you feel Daemon coming back to sit beside you, placing a kiss on the top of your head and pulling you to his chest.

As you felt his heat, all that came to your mind was how Daemon could do anything for you and how far he would be willing to go with that decision.

[tender-rosiey]

miss me? | gojo satoru ft. gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: my cheeks are burning, for some reason it makes me very shy describing a kiss SO YEAH this is just pure fluff that originated in my head also I have an angst to comfort idea in mind so do prepare yourself, I won’t hold back because hell yeah I am writing angst again 😫

“sensei, stop looking at your phone! we are going to fucking die!”

satoru couldn’t help it; he couldn’t just leave you on delivered now, could he? especially since you took the time to text him and make his day, and won’t you look at that cute selfie you took with the plushie. he could just die right now.

“gojo-sensei help!”

oh right.

his students.

“come on guys try harder, I am sure you can do it!” he cheered, going back to his phone and hoping to have time to chat with you once again.

“sensei—“ that’s what he heard which was later followed by a screech from the curse who is now dead. he looked at his students, the three standing in victory but looking at gojo with such annoyance and anger radiating off of them rather noticeably.

“we told you to help us!” nobara yelled, making her way to her teacher, fully ready to suplex the hell out of him, only to be held back by her two other friends.

megumi sighed already having enough of this, “let’s just leave him; he’s obviously not paying attention.”

Itadori whines, “why are we always being left for his phone!”

the three can hear gojo giggling like a school girl on the phone and conclude that his lover, you, is on the phone. they know little of you, but with the way that menace is acting, you must be someone who’s amazing enough to make him head over heels this way.

“satoru, are you done with the mission?”

“yes yes, of course! I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t.”

“liar,” megumi grumbles, and he sees as gojo teleports out of the way to god knows where.

he continues as he walks away, “but how are you, baby? I missed you a lot,” that caused you to giggle and his heart flutters at the sound.

Itadori soon speaks up, “anyone want sushi?” the other two just nod and move along. they were going to deal with their teacher later.

now to said teacher.

“would you like me to buy something for you?” he asks while already getting you your favorite snacks.

“how about a little bit of your time?” you answer, and gojo can decipher the little sadness behind your voice and he sighs.

“I will be with you soon, don’t miss me too much!” he says and blows you an obnoxious loud and wet kiss through the phone. he couldn’t care less that the people in the store are staring at him.

true to his word, you’re soon reunited with gojo.

“hey, I am home!”

“welcome back!” you say as you and tackle him with a hug that unsurprisingly did not make him fall like you intended to.

he laughs, “easy there, tiger,” nonetheless he returns the hug, “I missed you too.”

you stay in the embrace of one another until satoru suddenly pulls you to big couch he has got solely for cuddling, and you know you’ve got yourself in for a long ride.

not too late, you’re gently placed on said couch and are greeted with something rather heavy.

“satoru, get off! you’re suffocating me!” you say as your arms shake around struggling to get the 6 foot three man off you.

his arms, meanwhile, are wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles into your chest, “no way~”

a few moments pass by and you give up, opting to just play with his hair while you grumble, “this isn’t fair.”

satoru sighs in contentment while your fingers work their magic, though it doesn’t stop the laugh that erupts out of his chest, a lovely sound you don’t want to stop.

he starts pressing light kisses across your arm before reaching your face, “it’s not like it’s this bad, right?” with another kiss to your cheek, “you love when I show you my undying love, no?”

slowly his kisses make their way to your lips, and his lips mold against yours, moving with a slow yet sweet rythme that almost drives you insane. you feel all his love pouring into you; his hand holding yours and finger intertwining, his other one settling on your waist.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” his voice barely above a whisper, “so pretty, aren’t you, hm?” you feel his eyes on you, “could just die right here right now if the last thing I see is you, baby,” and you can tell the love behind them and the adoration, maybe even something else.

you’re left no time to think it over as his lips connect with yours again. your hand is cradling his cheek, both of you choosing to deepen the kiss, but then he pulls away for a moment and you hear him murmur, “‘love you so much, you might be driving me insane.”

he brushes the hair out of your face, “but you must like that, huh?” he kisses your forehead and chuckles lightly, pulling back.

“so miss me or no?” he says, a grin tugging on his lips.

“what do you think?”

his face is once again near yours, “I don’t know,” his thumb drags slowly and gently across your lower lip, “I will need to make sure once again.”

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[kyberphilosopher]

Smile

Word Count: 3467 Requested: yes. Based off ‘505′ Warnings: strong hints to sexual disposition. Spoilers if you squint.

“I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck... I did last time I checked.” -Arctic Monkeys, ‘505′.

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With hoarse breath and unwavering eyes, you look up to the stars as you speak. “So, you’re really going to do it then?”

“I have to,” you hear him say. His voice has gotten far more mature and calm since the first time you’d heard him speak. Still angry and determined, but in an intelligent, adult way. Eren is a more capable person now. The only thing left to do is wait and see if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. 

“What do you think are the chances of winning?” you question. A shooting star whizzes across the sky at that very moment, and it’s gone before you can think of a wish. 

You turn around to face him, but his eyes are already on you. Once upon a time, Eren’s eyes were emerald and teal and deep. Now they’re paler. They are cold and steady as a byproduct of who he’s become. It’s hard not to wonder what he’s thinking about when he looks at you like this, especially since he’s become harder to read over the years.

At first, Eren was one of the most insufferable people you’d ever met. He acted out so often, it was hard to see him as another person of intelligent life. You mostly just minded your business through your cadet years, usually hanging around Reiner, who was also difficult to see as intelligent life. Sometimes you and Eren would argue, but it was never passionate. You just had different world views. 

Things got better when you found out what Eren really was. Since you hadn’t made top ten, you could only choose between the Garrison Regiment, or the Scout Regiment. And with Eren’s newly discovered power showing the promise of hope, you decided on the Scouts. He liked that. 

After that, it was hard not to mature at the same time as he. Eren often blamed himself for the death and carnage that surrounded the regiment. You were solely responsible for the passing of your best friend. And after everything that happened with the government, almost dying at Shiganshina- you knew you couldn’t stand this much longer. With your relationship with Eren still budding in its early and steamy stages, he was the only one you told of your desertion. You abandoned the corps, finding a small, abandoned farm within wall Maria to hide out in. 

Eren was too tired and sick of everything to think you were being cowardly. He wanted to leave too. Maybe come with you. But Eren had plans in the works that he couldn’t leave alone. He visited you less and less. Luckily you never made a fuss. 

And now Eren wants to end the world, to save the world. How does he expect you to react to this?

“I just thought I should see you,” Eren replies. You know he’s deflecting your question. You’re not stupid. 

You nod slowly, blinking as you think. “Am I going to die?”

Your companion crosses his arms calmly. “Yes,” he tells you. 

There it is. 

“You know I can’t support you in this, right?” you tell Eren, equally as calm. 

He only replies after a moment, also in deep thought. “I know.”

You look back up to the sky, sighing out through your nose. “Why did you come, Eren? Did you want me to tell you that I think you’re doing the right thing? Or was it because you need to let out some anger? I wonder.”

“I did want to see you.”

“Do you still?”

Silence. 

“Yes.”

“And I suppose there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“No.”

The stars are glittering with pastel hues, like a rainbow, or kaleidoscope. Each one is a different size, bordering on different shapes, all fusing and melting together like your idea of heaven. You can barely even see the midnight color of the sky through all them. It is beautiful, but it’s also bitter. Everything is bitter, here. 

“I didn’t make myself any dinner yet,” you say. “Couldn’t think of anything.”

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When she was alive, Eren’s mother would make a soup for the family. It was creamy, hot, filled with meat and cheese at the bottom. Eren never liked soup, but he did love that dish. She was always sure to make extra for him, so that he could enjoy it for several days. And although it wasn’t until after she was gone that Eren realized he rarely ever thanked her for it, it was still one of the warmest memories Eren had. 

He fills your wooden bowl with it, being awfully generous. He knows that even though you haven’t eaten much in the last few years, you too had grown fond of the soup. He knows no matter how slowly you force it down, you are enjoying it. It burns the roof of your mouth every time, but you’ve never cared. All that matters is the creamy sauce, and the cow cooked to perfection. 

You stare at the fireplace beside you, flames cackling and licking upward. Eren sets the bowl in front of you, and takes the seat on the other side. You know he sets his long hair behind his shoulders. You’re already prepared. From your pocket, you produce a stretchy brown hair tie on the verge of snapping, handing it to him. 

“Thanks,” he says, even though this routine has happened however many times he’s seen you. 

“You’re welcome.”

The soup is as amazing as usual. You’re willing to bet Eren makes it even better than his mother did, but you dare not say it aloud. It’s creamy, perfectly seasoned. It goes down your throat, still steaming. 

“Does Mikasa know about this?” you question, taking one more delicious bite. 

“No. None of them do,” Eren answers. “Armin will figure it out soon.”

“You want me to kill ‘em?”

Eren shakes his head. To a lot of people, this would be taken as a joke. But this is nowhere near it. Your tone is too casual, too low for it to be humor of any kind. And the way the man across from you reacts- he’s thinking the same thing. 

“No.”

“How are they, then?”

Eren thinks as he takes another bite, the warmth creeping up his chest sweetly. “They’re alright for now. I don’t know for how much longer. I can’t see everything.”

“Can you see who’s next?”

He squints at his bowl as if he were angry, but his eyebrows barely move. “Sasha.” 

Sasha. She was always a good presence to have around. While she seemed like the type of person who would annoy you, it was hard to hate her. And you admired her keen intuition anyway. 

“Will you give her something for me?”

Eren nods. Then you both go back to eating for a few seconds, basking in the orange glow from the flames. 

“How are things here?” he questions after a minute. 

“The same,” you tell him. “I think the cow might die soon.”

Some people might reply with condolences, or sympathy. But your lover does not, and you do not expect him to. “I’ll get you a new one,” he says flatly, almost like a promise. You nod once.

Despite the atmosphere which can only be described as bitter, you’re glad to see Eren again. You’re glad that he’s alive, and as alright as he can be. The bed is always colder without him, heated up only by your lingering fingers that you pretend are his every other night. Whenever he leaves an article of clothing behind, usually on purpose, you hold off on washing it so it can smell like him for you as long as possible. Then there are the hair ties you keep either in your pocket or on your wrist, specifically for him. The razors in your cabinet he often didn’t even bother using. 

Even with the sullen demeanor that had managed to overtake both of you, there was at least one thing you cared about in the world still. Maybe it wasn’t the most conventional kind of caring, or the healthiest coping mechanism. But it was still caring. And all that you cared about was him. 

You knew you weren’t Eren’s first priority. You were probably second, or third. It didn’t bother you. Eren’s head was one of the first things lost when the truth was presented to him. It came back coldly and sternly, in contrast to how previously hot and impatient it had been. But by then your head had also grown colder and sterner. In simpler terms, Eren did care for you. He did love you. But he would consider letting you die if it meant achieving what he set out to do, and you knew this. 

Across the table, Eren lifts his head to look up at you as he chews slowly. The burning meal slides down his throat easily, albeit painfully. It doesn’t even register with him, his piercing eyes slowly gaining a glint from the fire light. 

You meet his eyes after a few seconds, feeling them on you. You don’t say a word, don’t even give a questioning look. You just hold him patiently, which is something the two of you find yourself doing often. 

“You can’t stop it,” Eren speaks, looking you dead in the eyes with a steady gaze. There is love behind his eyes, far behind the anger, but you can tell from the tone of voice he is trying to tell you something as if it were an order. Your lips part slightly from the intensity radiating from your lover, who doesn’t move a muscle. “You’ll be free soon.” 

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Dinner ends. Eren helps clean up the dishes for you and goes to get water from your well so you can clean easier. You already know from the way his thumb brushed against your own when you took the bowls that you’ll likely be bent over the sink in a few minutes, which you don’t mind, but you wonder if he’ll be willing to be softer than usual as an apology for what he’d said earlier. 

He’d meant to scare you. You’re intelligent enough to figure that out. Even though you don’t scare easy, and you didn’t even give an extreme reaction, the look in Eren’s eyes had made your heart drop to your stomach. Sometimes you forget that Eren sees everything. Then he says something like that to remind you in the most memorable way. 

The wooden door opens and closes behind you. Boots scuff the ground for a few seconds, drawing closer and closer as something in you sparks with anticipation, as it always does. A pail of water hits the surface beside you, partially sloshing over the sides, shining silver in the moonlight from the tall window in front of you. Finally, ultra hot hands slide around your waist and push gently but tightly against where your ribs diverge. 

A jaw leans down on your right shoulder, chin poking against your collarbone. Locks of hair brush against your own, just as the hand on the left runs across your side to finally put a small band in your pocket. 

“I did miss you,” Eren’s low voice seemingly growls, his chest rumbling softly against your back. 

“I was thinking about you,” you admit with monotone, knowing your lover can read through it like as easily as a knife slices through skin. 

“I hope I didn’t worry you,” he says, though you can also read through his own tone. He probably didn’t care about worrying you. He definitely doesn’t still. 

“You didn’t.”

You place a both bowls in the sink, running your fingers over the dirty spoons. Eren’s orbs follow your movement. You can feel his chin change positions ever so slightly in the coming seconds. 

“Can you pass me the rag?” you ask, eyes focused on a piece of food on the spoon that doesn’t even exist. 

In response, Eren doesn’t pass you anything. Only his right hand gives you any kind of acknowledgement, passing from on your ribs to down lower. His fingertips skin over the erogenous zone under the waistband of your undergarments. 

“I worried about you,” Eren murmurs boldly. The hot fingertips pass under the cloth finally, pricks of stubble on his jaw scratching your neck and shoulder as he shifts. “I wanted you to be okay.” His left hand raises to grasp the breast above it. Slowly at first, then firmly, like a warning. Everything is a warning with him. 

Your head lulls back uncontrollably. The back of your hair matts up as it rolls against his own shoulder. 

“I said you worried me,” your partner grumbles. “Did you hear me?”

“No,” you lie lowly, refusing to let your voice shake despite the shiver in your throat. 

“Mm,” Eren hums in condescending understanding. A force presses against your core, which has turned burning hot and ice cold at the same time. The force pulls away, a string of something smooth and slimy following it that makes a sound draw from your lips. It’s high pitched, weak, and unstoppable. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so associated with Eren. 

His hand gives your breast a firm squeeze, soreness blossoming from the center. Your back arches quickly and returns lax against him, though now something pokes against your bottom that makes your eyes pop open with a new alertness. Eren’s hand gives you no time again. From your chest, it flies to your throat, holding it back with soft strictness as the other finally dips into the hot pool between your hips. 

“I worried about you.”

A strangled groan releases from between your lips again, this time fully carried up through the air. To Eren, it must sound like nothing more than music, or background noise. 

Thick cylinders pump inside you to the knuckle. They feel better than your own. They always have. 

It feels good. Full. Tight and fast and like the inside of you is quivering under the weight of something that you can’t see or hear. Eren is like a blanket supporting you from falling over, keeping you upright with his grip and his fingers buried inside of you. Prodding every angle, every spot. Not necessarily romantically, but still lovingly. He has always had this goal during intimacy. Nothing matters but communicating to you just how close he wants to be. 

“Eren,” you choke, a dribble of spit sliding from the corner of your lips. 

“Again,” he hisses in response. His fingers hit a tight spot, making every muscle in your body clench at the same time. 

You don’t say another word, your mouth hanging partially open as you focus on everything around you. And it’s all Eren Jaeger. His smell, his growls, his voice, his breathing, his chest, his muscles, his hair, his anger, his bitterness, his intelligence, his determination. It’s overwhelming. It reminds you of getting swept in one of those waves at the ocean he described to you. He’s yours. No- more likely, you’re his. End of story. 

“I said again.”

“Eren,” you moan.  

His head nuzzles into your neck comfortingly, his fingers pushing faster and harder. You can feel how warm you are, never mind how slick. And the way your own body holds around his digits every time he pulls away is enough to make you all the more warm and slick. 

But then...

What is he doing?

He had said “you’ll be free soon”. And yet, here he is, gripping you tightly as he forces you into the corner of submitting. And yes, it is hot. It arouses you as it always has. But something about it makes your stomach turn into a knot of unpleasantness, in contrast to the other one of liquid pleasure. 

“Eren,” you strain, squirming against him. 

Eren speeds up again. A grunt falls from his own mouth from his own power, and you know he’s getting off almost as much as you are. It doesn’t stop feeling good. Feeling euphoric. 

It’s getting rougher. Rougher and harder and faster, more intense. 

“Eren.”

Another gruff moan from him. 

“Eren! Stop! Stop!”

Eren’s palm softens away at once. It lifts away, his eyes opening and his hand stilling inside of you. He watches you shake as you gaze up to the ceiling, wide eyed. Your thighs sputter, entire body twitching. You didn’t cum. 

His eyes trail over you. You’ve worked up a steady sweat glistening and glowing, shivering and shaking and quaking because of him in the best way. You’re his. His partner, his friend, his ally he knows for a fact he can rely on.

“C-can we... Eren...” 

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Drips of water dribbling down Eren’s temple. One of your hands are threaded in his brunette locks, holding them back so you can have an uninterrupted view. The other hand is dabbing cloth against his forehead and hairline, bathing him softly. 

He’d gone a while without bathing again. You could tell. Eren’s eyes are glued to yours, deep teal memorizing all the flecks in your own as if he hadn’t a million times over. 

Eren loves you. Dearly. He’d travel all seven hours and forty five minutes just to tell you that. He doesn’t know what made you stop earlier. He doesn’t ask. But he’s not mad. Overall, Eren understands that it doesn’t matter what you asked to stop for. You give the word, he obeys. Not because he has to, but because he loves you. 

Still, he knows something is wrong. You don’t show it. You’re steady, calm, mature, apathetic as always. But in the pit of Eren’s stomach, something brews. A warm, strange feeling of intuition and omniscience. 

“You look very pretty today,” Eren ventures, wondering only of your response. “Did I tell you that?”

Your eyes squint. “Thank you,” you reply back. 

The cloth continues to rub against his skin, cleaning something that probably doesn’t even exist. Dirt, maybe. Eren’s stopped taking care of his skin in the past few years. 

“You’re welcome.”

Your eyes squint again. This time, they gloss over with sharp wetness like glass. The eyebrows crease like a break, your bottom lip trembling as you suck it between your teeth. 

He doesn’t know what he was expecting. But your lover wasn’t expecting this. 

Eren hates when you cry. He can remember the first time he’d seen it, but not the most recent. You didn’t cry often- you were strong. Crying over something as useless and flimsy as emotions didn’t seem worth it. So what was this for? What were you about to make Eren break down inside over?

Your hand falls limply from his forehead. Shoulders hunch over in defeat, staring down at the floor as your hair covers over your face. And then the sniffles come, choked out coughs like sobs. 

Eren can see the lightest of bruises he’d left on you from earlier, but you’d never had a problem with it before. No, it was something else. But what?

Silent, your teeth grit together as you wince, tears streaming down your face inexplicably. 

“Earlier w-when you,” you gulp, snot beginning to form, “when you- I did worry a-about you. I- I don’t know why I didn’t...”

You stumble forward. Eren stands from your bath tub to catch you as you slump against him tiredly. 

“I hate it when you go.”

Eren switches positions with you, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the tub. He takes the wet rag from your hand and holds your shoulder back so he can have a good look at you. Then the cloth dabs against your own forehead, just as you had done to him. 

“I hate it here,” you sigh, a single tear drop blurring your vision as it falls finally. 

Your lover moves the cloth from your head to your cheeks, smearing the wetness into your skin and away. They moisten and dry, your eyes red and shiny. Eren tilts your head up under your jaw, creasing his brows and using the towel to clean closer to your eyes. 

“If it helps,” he says, looking straight into your eyes, “you’re crying, but I still think you look pretty.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t help even a little, because you love him. 

A soft smile creeps to your lips, your hands dropping in between your thighs. 

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No I didn’t reread this lmfao enjoy. Hope I did you justice anon

[rainsoughtflowers]

Hihi! Could you write a one-shot about those last final momments between Sae-byeok and reader when they purposely lost the marble game for the 6th episode? And could you base it off the song "In another life?" I feel like Sae-byeok's reaction was a bit more hurt since reader and her has known each other longer before the squid game. Take your time writing this, I love your work!<333

lovers in a different time

tw/cw - angst, major character death.

a/n - i altered it just a bit but i do hope sae-byeoks personality is still somewhat accurate.

“aren’t we partners in crime? you know i’ll always get you out of trouble kang sae-byeok, and that includes surviving this game.”

you’d laugh at recalling your previous words, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue and a sour expression on your face. how utterly stupid you had been to believe such things. that the rules of these games would ever allow you even a semblance of fairness and prosperity. they were designed for trickery and inevitable calamity, and you had been too blind to realize until now, with two bags of marbles and an opponent with the image of freckles and eyes you adored.

“quite the predicament we got ourselves in huh?” you mused, seated beside the girl on stone steps secluded with a small wall. a silence had settled the moment the rules were explained, the opposite of previous times where you had played with the ends of her fingers and she had rested her head on your shoulder from exhaustion. it was far from the comfortable solitude you were so used to sharing with her. you found a distaste for the feeling.

“stop that.” she muttered, equally as frustrated at the concept. she wouldn’t stop staring into the void of space where she retreated into her thoughts, leaving you to fill the tension with whatever came to mind. you knew she wasn’t trying to be harsh, she was simply upset she too had fallen into the game master’s trap.

you tilt your head at her, nudging her gently with your foot, “stop what?”

since the moment you entered this arena she finally turned to look at you, and you hated the despair that clouded her gaze. she may not have very expressive facial reactions, but her eyes told you everything you needed to know, “acting like this is fine. that you don’t know what this means.”

you smiled gently despite how much it hurt to stretch your lips, ignoring your own troubles in hopes to ease hers, “my dear sae-byeok. i know full well what it all means, i’m much smarter than you perceive me to be. im just…trying to lighten the mood.”

a flash of anger dispersed the muddy gray before she quickly looked away, going back to burning desperate holes into the dirt that covered the path and digging the soles of her feet within, “it’s not working.”

“appears so.” you sighed, twiddling with your fingers as the tension grew heavy once more.

you didn’t have the heart to start the game to decide your fates quite yet, wanting as much time with the individual who’s leg pressed against your own before time was up. so much you still hadn’t done, opportunities gone to waste because of the choices leading up to this moment. to be seated along the sidewalk eating ice cream that was already melting off the stick, bleaching the strands of her hair because you knew how pleasant she’d appear with just a simple streak of color. would you ever get the chance to kiss her properly, until her breath was yours and so on? oh how you wished the both of you could continue without the regrets that currently shackled your limbs.

“sae-byeok, do you believe in different realities?” you inquired quietly. she was always the one to listen to your sudden rambles and curiosity towards life, and the one to provide her own questions about the things that occurred and the reasons behind it. it made your heart ache thinking about how this would be one of your last heartfelt conversations you used to look forward to each day.

she ceased her movements of wringing her hands, blinking once before peering up at you with confusion in her gaze, “different realities?”

you hummed, allowing a smile to grace your lips, “i like to think…the universe has endless possibilities. we decide our own fates, but even just one change can alter and dictate the rest of your decisions from then on.”

you turned your body to face her, bumping your knees against her limbs and pulling her hands into your lap. she always let you play with her fingers whenever you felt the anxiousness wrap like chains around your lungs, feeling the white scars that carved into the skin and the roughness of the callouses of her pads. you kept your gaze on the movements of your body, trying to keep the mood light and your voice steady.

“imagine this. in a different reality, me and you would not have chosen each other as partners. we’d clear this game and become rich with our lives with far more money than we needed. you’d buy that big house you wanted and live with your mom and your brother, and i’d visit you every morning and cook because we both know you can’t,” you laughed, remembering the cookies burnt with charcoal that the girl in front of you had presented what felt like years ago but in reality was just mere months, heart squeezing painfully inside your chest at recalling her confused look and down turned eyes. it was the first time she had ever looked so soft and at ease, your light laughs in forms of fits and giggles carried through the night, “maybe then, i could tell you the things i couldn’t before, at least in better circumstances. i could’ve said ‘i love you sae-byeok’ without knowing it’d be my last.”

her fingers tightened, enough so that caused you to wince from the sudden pressure. you glanced up to meet her stare, seeing the trembling lips and the waver in her eyes, “stop it. is this some sick joke?”

you swallowed thickly, hating the expression on her face. she always looked much prettier with a smile, “have i ever lied to you?”

hickory sharpens into daggers that cut through your facade and leave your irises to glisten with tears akin to her own, “no. you cant say that when-“

“when i’ve clearly lost huh?” you laughed once more, quickly choking on the emotion lodged inside your throat, “you’ve stolen my heart kang sae-byeok. my breath, my attention, everything that is me. what’s one game compared to all of that?”

it felt heavier inside your hands, holding the weight of what was to come posed as cerulean glass rounded to smoothness. you didn’t dare to look at her as sae-byeok tossed the marble across the dirt, landing several meters away from the wall. you would feel her hands shaking your body as your fingers stumbled and released the marble far from where her own lay, her frustrated cries ringing in your ears.

“do it again. throw it again please just…” her voice cracked, betraying the composed state she was trying to keep herself within. she lowered her head, forehead pressed against your chest as her body shook with the silent cries leaving her lips.

“i hope…” your voice wobbled, and you cleared your throat while putting your hands around her frail fame and clutching her tightly against your chest as if it was the last time you’d be able to do so, “that all your dreams come true.”

“shut up,” she croaked, trying to release herself from your embrace, “we’re going again. you won’t throw your life away for me-“

“i’d give you everything and more sae-byeok.” your soft whisper causes her frustration to cease, feeling the way you pulled back slightly to hold her face in the palm of your hands. if it was possible, you’d believe that you currently held the whole world within your grasp, “perhaps…in a different reality…i’ll be able to hold you longer than they allow.”

more tears ran down her cheeks, silent which you wipe away gently with the pads of your thumb. you lean forward and press your lips against the corners of her eyes, one on the right and one on the left, before allowing yourself just one last smile for her memory, and hers only.

“your dreams are beautiful sae-byeok. keep nurturing them until they are in full bloom.” voice hushed, trying to keep the tears from flowing and the ache within your chest at seeing her turned back, and the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your temple.

menu. upside down peach cake.

[lethargicsunlight]

Dabi X SpookyQuirk!Reader'I Just Want You to Be Okay' (Part 3)

Another Oneshot!

You can find the other parts of this series in my directory: Link

Apparently, Dabi and SpookyQuirk!Reader live in my head rent free?

I think I'll continue to write them, at least until Halloween.

Who doesn't like a good slow-burn?

heh, get it?

Oh I know, let's play a game. It's called: 'How many oneshots can LS write to build romantic tension until the characters make kissy face!?'

...

Yeah I'll stop now. Please enjoy~

WARNINGS: MHA/BNHA SPOILERS!!! Mention of Blood, Injury, some trauma. FLUFF. SFW

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You had not been expecting a confessional today.

You both stood on a dock where the black water gently lapped at the posts, and the night sky was lit by an almost full moon.

You were both soaked to the bone. You were perched on a crate, something tied around your ankle which was still kind of bleeding. He was leaning, opposite you, against a guard rail.

Kurogiri had been injured and was still laid out, so you guys had to escape the hard way. In car, on foot, and then--in the ocean.

And, whew boy, you were pretty sure you had never been this tired in your life.

"That was.. Exciting." You remark, lifting your leg up to the top of the crate, tightening the useless bit of soaked cloth that was wrapped around it. A torn piece of fabric from Dabi's jacket.

He's glaring at you, and you know it. Even before you look up to match his stare.

"I can't believe you did that."

"...I was just trying to help--"

"You don't get to make decisions." He's pointing at you now, the staples near his wrist glinting in that bit of moonlight.

You close your mouth and swallow, jaw clenched. After a breath, "Fine, at least tell me what you were planning to do."

"That doesn't matter." He retorts, voice low, hand receding and then stuffed into his elbow as his arms cross. "What matters is you do as we say."

You shake your head, eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You act like I'm some kind of kidnapped little kid! Dabi; I've already made it very clear--I'm in this now." Your hand presses to your chest. "The others get it. They trust me, when they need to. I know I'm not that good at fighting, but I can--"

"It doesn't matter what you're good at, or how much they trust you. What matters, is if you get caught."

"Oh, so I should've just sat there? Let them take you?"

He's off the guard rail, nearing you at a blinding speed, a growl in his throat.

You desperately try grip unto your resolve, and try not to flinch when he's up in your face.

"You should never have been a part of the League."

And just as soon as he had come, he was gone. Striding off, stomping up the stairs.

Well that hurt..

Dread seeps into your chest. Honestly?

He was your main reason for wanting to stay.

"Oh, hell no." You leap down from the crate--immediately regret it because of your ankle--then go hobbling off after him.

You're surprised to find that he didn't go too far. He'd stopped and leant against a light post--but as he hears you coming, he starts walking again. He's avoiding you.

"Dabi," You hiss, quickening your uneven steps. It eases some of the anger to know he hadn't really left you--but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

"Ugh, Dabi just--" You can feel blood seeping into your shoe, and as it glides over the inner sole; your contact with it causes you to slip. You grunt, but manage to keep yourself upright after stumbling. Saved you a little bit of embarrassment, at least.

"Look, I'm sorry!" You call out. He stops, but doesn't look back at you.

You continue to hobble, but you stop before you reach him. Not only were you scared to see his face, but you really didn't want him to notice the desperation on yours. Specifically, the tears that threatened your outer vision.

"I was scared they were going to hurt you, so I acted--I acted selfishly, I acted against orders--but I just.." Your voice shakes a lot more than you want it to and goes into higher pitches without your permission. Emotion is choking you and you wish you knew why--It was overwhelmingly apparent that he had been gradually becoming more and more frustrated by your presence. You could literally see the color of frustration, in glowing angry orange, as it outlined his handsome features every time you had your quirk going, every time he was in the same room.

Handsome? Now is not the fucking time--

"You just what?" His voice reverberates through your body, the deep rasp of it making your breath hitch.

You were too tired to use your quirk. You couldn't gauge what emotions he was feeling. The fear keeps your mouth from moving, for a solid minute, and it's only when he's whirling on you with a crazed and angered expression that you finally release the tension--

"You just wh--"

"I just wanted you to be okay."

He's frozen for a moment. But only a moment--and then his teeth grind as he yowls; hands going into his hair and gripping his scalp. He's shaking, and you take an involuntary step back as he writhes almost like he's in pain.

"Dabi..?" You ask, concerned, panic rising in your chest.

"JUST STOP!" He screams, and from his hands--blue fire erupts.

The heat of it is staggering, and the thermal wind blows you back so your tailbone hits the pavement. You're up instantly, watching as cerulean flames engulf the overgrown decorative shrubbery--then, the abandoned car behind it. He stands in the middle while the violent torrents dance around him, and his eyes remain covered by his palms as he grips his skull.

Why.

If you had only said something selfish, something bratty--maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.

It would have been so easy to walk away, to ignore you, to begrudgingly tolerate your presence until he was back at the base where he could lock himself away in his room until he remembered all the why's he was there. What he was fighting for and about, and why you didn't fucking matter.

Yet now as he dares to find you in his vision, glimpsing your face through his fingers; he knows he can't.

You're bleeding.

You're scared.

And you fucking cared that he was okay.

The past few months had been torture. Ever since the jaunt to the cemetery, everyone had accepted you. He thought he could keep his distance, and hope that things would just.. go well for you. Instead, he found himself listening to your conversations with Toga and Compress, learning more about you indirectly.

He found himself wanting to know more about you.

Instead of drowning in liquor, he'd suffocate in his own bed, wondering about you and your life and your habits. Every time he thought his head was above the water, you somehow managed to drag him back down into the depths.

He kept replaying the moment when you had sung Happy Birthday to the dead boy.

He was angry to the point of combustion when you would come back with Twice, scrapes on your face and bandages around your arm.

He was the one that demanded you go with him on this assignment, rather than Mr. Compress--because he simply couldn't trust them to make sure you were safe. He couldn't read minds, but swore they treated you more as an amusing source of entertainment than a person. It scared him.

"I know I'm.. Kind of stupid." You continue talking, drawing his attention despite how much he didn't want you to. Your voice isn't loud, but he can hear it over the licks of the flames--and it earnestly surprises him when he notices you moving closer and not farther away.

"And I'm not good at anything. And I'm--" Come on, come on, something else... "I'm useless, I'm uncoordinated.." Your hands are up as your moving forward, shielding your face from the heat.

"...But I want to be here. I want to help, and be a part of this--I want to help you." You didn't know that last bit was going to slip out, but too late.

It's Touya that let's his arms fall to his sides; that lets the fires be tempered despite the emotions still raging inside. His eyes are boyish and sad as he watches you navigate the smoldering concrete until you're in front of him.

"And I know its selfish.." You even roll your eyes, your lips quivering into a smile. "But I've never felt like I belong the way I do when I'm around you."

Your throat tightens--

"--And them." Added, last minute, a little louder.

He's silent. Contemplating. Remembering.

The way his siblings had pushed him away when he was in pain. The way his mother refused to sympathize with his views. The way the people that should have loved him didn't even stand up for him, or put effort towards him when he needed it the most, because they were too afraid and self-concerned.

It's not about his father in that moment. It's about everything else.

It's about how different he might have been, if someone like you had just been there; to listen and encourage and understand and sing happy birthday like you meant it, instead of like you were being forced to.

It's the child of his soul, he realizes, that's reaching out for you. The boy that died on the hill. The ghost of who he was.

Maybe you were the only one that could see it. It was your quirk, after all.

"Dabi?"

Your question leaves him stranded back in the world of the living; eyes still dazed as he looks at you but beyond you. He blinks, body relaxing.

"...You aren't stupid." He says finally--and it's all gruff, like whatever that outburst was never happened.

"What?"

"Your ankle is bleeding." He says, matter-of-fact like, eyes now drifting towards the ground.

"...Ye-yeah, yeah it is--what are you..?" Your eyes follow him as he moves around to your side then lifts your arm, forcing you to bear some weight on him.

"You need to keep pressure off of it."

You stare at him, almost scared, as he starts to help you hobble away from the scene. "We better get out of here before someone notices.." He says, ignoring your big eyes and gaping mouth.

"...excuse me--what--What just--" Dabi never liked to be touched, so it takes some restraint to not prod at his shoulder. "You can't just--"

"You say 'just' a lot, did you know that?" He mutters, and there's a hint of a grin on his face. A grin!

You deadpan.

"...You are going to waltz every bit around what just happened, aren't you?" You ask, huffing when his only response is a 'hn.'

As the silence begins to set-in, so does the realization of how close he was. Of his own volition. Even when he'd offered to help 'bandage' your ankle, he hadn't more than grazed his fingertips across your skin--now his ribs met yours, and his hand was warm and firm against your waist. And, the other, wound around your wrist.

Suddenly, you are very hot. And it isn't the residual heat from his little inner existential crisis you were pretty sure he just had.

"At uhm. At least.. Are you still mad at me?" You ask, point blank, eyebrows tilted in as you sneak a look. "Do you still think I shouldn't be here?"

He catches your gaze and holds it.

"No," He admits.

A few more steps.

"...I just want you to be okay."

[enamoured-x]

Sweet Release

Angel Reyes x Reader

Summary: When Angel doesn’t make time for you, you make a hard choice. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst

Word count: 3k

Excerpt: “You couldn’t fake reaching literal heaven every time Angel sank inside you. But he didn’t deserve to hear that right now.”

*gif is mine!

a/n: so this came out of nowhere but i’m excited about it and there will be a part 2!!! i fucking missed writing for angel, so much so i may or many not open my requests back up again! keep an eye out for part 2 though!

Part 1

To say you were miserable was a gross understatement. And you couldn't even be mad about it because this was your doing. You were the reason you were wallowing everyday. You were the reason you had to take care of your own needs with a vibe that was nowhere near what you wanted. You were the maker of your own misery. But then again, were you really? Angel fucking Reyes should be the one to blame. When you first started dating Angel, everything was perfect, isn’t it always though? You were happier than you had ever been and honestly, you two were jumping each other's bones whenever you could. Up until a few months ago that was. 

Suddenly Angel just couldn’t make time anymore, always busy with the club. You knew with being secretary came a lot more responsibilities, and you were extremely proud of him and happy that he was able to move up in the club. What you weren’t happy about was the canceled dates. Hell, sometimes he wouldn’t even come over to spend the night, opting to stay at the club house in his dorm because he was taking care of shit as he liked to put it. You had grown exhausted waiting for him at restaurants and then looking stupid as you had to tell the waiters your date wasn’t showing up. You were exhausted of the food you put an effort into making going to waste because he wouldn’t show and when he did even the leftovers went untouched because he already ate. You were exhausted from the effort and time you put into stopping by the clubhouse, figuring if he couldn’t come to you that you’d go to him. But even those occasions were met with his quick words of I can’t hang out right now, club shit. So eventually you just had enough. He wasn’t putting in any effort and you deserved more than that. Deserved more than a few measly texts a day that didn’t even contain a simple I love you. And you told him as much when you went to the clubhouse for the sole purpose of getting your key back to your apartment and to tell him you were through. Lord knows if you tried to schedule a time to talk it would’ve inevitably gotten canceled. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Looking for Angel?” Ez had asked you as you pulled into the junkyard and exited your car. He was wiping grime off his hands with a cloth, looking like he was fixing up the bikes. 

“Yup. I’ll spoil the surprise for you now but I’m here to dump your brother.” You were annoyed to say the least, at your wits end with the older Reyes. You were also honestly a little mad at yourself for not doing this sooner. Could’ve saved you from looking pathetic out in public a few times. 

Ez’s eyes widened and he scratched the back of his neck. 

“Jesus, What happened?” He asked, taking on a sympathetic tone. You loved Ezekiel like your own brother. He was always looking out for you and had become a great friend since you started dating Angel. Which is why you could only hope you two could remain friends even after this. 

“I got tired of showing up for someone who isn’t willing to do the same.” You shrugged and then walked toward the house. Once inside you spotted Angel immediately, sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand as he talked with Coco and Gilly. So this was what he was doing instead of making time for you. They looked over at your presence and Angel stood up, a smile on his face. 

“Hey, querida. What are you doing here?” He said, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your temple. Honestly, it was more affection than you had gotten all month. You didn’t make any move to lean into him. 

“We need to talk.” Is all you said before Coco and Gilly awkwardly shared a look. 

“I’m a little busy, mam–”

“Yeah, life as secretario looks so fucking busy.” You snapped and he backed away to look at you. His face contorted in confusion and anger. 

“The fuck?” And that was Coco and Gilly’s cue to go outside, leaving just you and Angel. 

“I need my key back to my apartment.” You stated, getting right into it. Trying to mask what you were really feeling. This was already hurting like a bitch despite the trajectory of your relationship recently. You loved Angel, you really did. But you loved yourself enough to know that you didn’t deserve putting in your all in this relationship as he gave you nothing in return. 

“Come again?” He set his bottle down and gave you all his attention. That was a first. 

“My key. Give it back. I’m done with this.” You motioned between you two. You were being a little more petty than you wanted to be. Originally you had planned to just have a civil conversation about leaving him but he couldn’t even extend that courtesy with his shit poor excuses so why should you? Besides, there was nothing civil about you and Ange Reyes.

“Wait, what the fuck are you talking about?” He was angry, now getting the gist of what you were doing. 

“You heard me. We’re done. Give me my key back.” Angel shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. 

“Fuck no. I’m not giving you shit back, we’re not done. The fuck are you talking about? Where’s this shit coming from?” Of course it was just like Angel to try and control the situation, act like he was in charge. 

“You’re really asking me why?” You honestly don’t know how he could see this as a blindside. Honestly, he should be surprised you didn’t dump his ass sooner. 

“Mami, stop playing fucking games.” He stepped closer, eye simmering with rage. How ironic. 

“Angel, when was the last time we fucked?” You asked, trying to figure out how to gauge this conversation. Some part of you did want to just dump him and then leave, offering no explanation because the angry part of you felt like he didn’t deserve one. But maybe by explaining it you were doing a solid for the next girl that would come after you. Your heart restricted at the thought. Your stomach filling with lead. You pushed that away, now was not the time to sit in your grief, right now you were controlled by your anger and your disappointment. 

“Wha–I don’t know…” He trailed off thinking. Probably confused by your question and what it had to do with you leaving him. 

“Exactly. Angel, you’ve barely touched me this past month and I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve been stood up by you these past few weeks alone. You’re never around, Angel.” You pointed out. You felt your nose start to burn and you mentally cursed yourself for wanting to cry. You were supposed to put on this facade, you were supposed to act like you weren’t deeply devastated at the fact that you had to do this in the first place. But you were, sitting in your anger was only going to get you so far until that simmered out and the pain creeped in. 

“I told you I–”

“Your busy, yeah, I got that.” You quipped. He tried to grab your hand but you pulled it away and he scoffed. 

“You serious right now? I miss a few dates and you want to leave me? Nah, that’s not how this works. You talk to me about it.” 

“Talk? Are you fucking serious? When could I have talked to you, hmm? I’ve made plans with you three times this week alone and you flaked on all of them, it's not even fucking Friday. So when could I have talked to you? You don’t fucking care.” 

He stepped up to you and pointed at you, “do not say I don’t fucking care.” He was pissed, just now realizing the gravity of the situation. Just now realizing you weren’t fucking around. You were glad for it, maybe he’d take it seriously now. 

“You don’t. If you cared I wouldn’t be up late at night wondering if you’re okay because you didn’t bother to shoot me a text. If you cared I wouldn’t look like an idiot to half the fucking waiters in this town because you didn’t bother to show up. If you cared, Angel, I wouldn’t have to touch myself at night because my own man can’t bother to please me.” You knew you were getting through to him during your spiel but his stare turned murderous when you questioned his abilities to please you. Of course that was what got his attention. 

“The fuck you just say to me?” He towered over you now but you weren’t going to let him intimidate you. You were in charge of this situation, not him. 

“Which part needs repeating? When I said you keep standing me up or the part where I said you don’t please me in bed?” You fired back. Gone was the grief again, your rage taking its turn to control you once again. Your emotions were all over the place but so were you and Angel. 

“Careful, mami.” He said, voice low and threatening. You snorted.

“Why? Afraid your club will hear how you don’t know how to please a woman.” Next thing you know you were being shoved against the wall. Breath knocked out of you at the quick and forceful action. His hand latched onto your throat now. Your center throbbed, like a call to tell you that you needed this. You definitely didn’t want to but your fingers only did so much. 

It was all shit, Angel did know how to please you, that is when he could be bothered. But you knew how to press his buttons just right, how to make him angry like no one else could. And you wanted him upset, you wanted him angry because he had hurt you. 

“You know that’s not true. Had you screaming last time.” He said in your ear as he trailed his hands down your waist and to your ass. Pulling you closer to him to grind himself against you. You swallowed hard. You had missed his touch, had missed him being this close. Your senses were going haywire, not knowing which way was up or down, not knowing what the fuck you were here to do in the first place. All you could feel was him, all you could smell was him. All you wanted was him. But you knew right now you were thinking with your pussy and just because you wanted him still did not mean you didn’t want to break up with him. But your vibrator and fingers were doing a shit job at giving you what you needed, and well, if this was the end, you needed the release only Angel could provide you with. Despite you telling him only moments ago that he offered nothing in bed. 

“Maybe I was faking it.” You weren’t. You couldn’t fake reaching literal heaven every time Angel sank inside you. But he didn’t deserve to hear that right now. He squeezed your throat, bringing you a sense of euphoria. 

“Faking it? Yeah, let’s see you fake this, mami.” He unbuttoned your jeans and slid his hand inside your panties. You cursed yourself for being so wet already. 

“You wet because you’re faking it?” He asked, lips right at your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine and caused your core to clench around nothing. He felt it though. He laughed under his breath and you wanted to slap him for being so cocky after everything. But it wouldn’t matter once this was over. You’d let him have his fun now. Let him think he was in control one last time. 

“I don’t think so. You’re always wet for me, always so damn needy. Always so fucking ready to take me.” He turned you around and pushed you against the wall, pulling at your hips for your ass to grind against his crotch. His dick was already hard and straining in his pants. You let out a moan. You didn’t care that you were out in the open, didn’t care that his words pissed you off mostly because they were true. Didn’t care that this was going to be the last time. No, all you cared about in this moment was getting Angel inside you and coming around his cock. 

“Then fuck me, Angel. Prove you can actually please me.” You spurred him on. Needing your release already. Craving it. 

“My fucking pleasure.” He said, obviously not in the mood to drag this on any longer. He made quick work of yanking your jeans and panties down and you heard him fumbling with his own pants. You felt the tip of his cock slide against your slit, getting himself slicked for you with your juices. You moaned as the head nudged against your clit. Your body was on fire. The white hot need inside you, pooling in your stomach, was screaming for a release. And you were about to get one. 

“Fuck me already. Or did you forget how to do it?” You wanted it rough and hard, wanted him to leave bruises on your hips and feel you ache of him days later. You wanted something to remember him by. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Was all he said before slamming into you, filling you up. You screamed at the force and at how long it had been since he was last inside you. The stretch hurt so good and you pushed against the wall to meet his brutal thrusts. He wrapped a hand around your throat again as he dug his fingers into your hips, forcing you on his length over and over. 

“So fucking tight. This what you wanted, mami? So fucking desperate for my cock?” You whined at his words because they were true. But you didn’t want to admit it. 

“I want it harder actually.” You were hanging on by a thread here. All that pent up frustration from spoiled orgasms from your fingers to hating Angel for leaving you high and dry. It was all coming together to create a thunderous symphony of emotions, one that was about to hit its crescendo. 

Angel didn’t disappoint as he pounded you from behind, trying to reach his release as desperately as you were trying to reach yours. The hand that was on your throat immediately made way to your clit.

“Fuck, Angel.” You cried out as he rubbed the numb, never relenting in his pace. Tears were forming in your eyes. From the stimulation or from the breakup that was still going to happen, you didn’t know. All you knew right now was Angel. 

“Fuck, yeah. Gonna come, mami? Gonna come on my dick?” You grabbed his arm to roll your hips both on his fingers and back onto his cock. Pleasure was hitting you from all angles and you were about to break. You clenched down on him, wanting him to reach his release too. Wanting to feel him fill you up. 

“Oh fuck!” He yelled out as you clenched around him. He bit your shoulder to control himself and you groaned at the sting that accompanied his bite. It was all too much and not enough. Which was sign enough that you were right on the precipice. 

“Gonna come.” You barely got the words out, mind too wrapped up in literally everything else. Everywhere Angel was touching. 

“Do it. Let me hear you.” He rubbed just right on the bundle of nerves as his cock pistoned inside you and you were done for. You dived right off that cliff. Your back arched as you screamed his name. Your vision went black for a moment as you fucking drowned in your high. Angel diving right in after you as you felt him spill inside you and curse your name. You finally came back to the present, catching your breath as the aftershocks of your orgasm started to fade in waves. You suddenly became aware of the situation again. Became aware of why you were here. As mind blowing as that climax was, it didn’t change anything. You turned around as you lifted your pants back up, Angel doing the same. Once he finished buttoning them you pulled him in for a kiss. Putting everything you had into it, what was left of your energy. He kissed you back with the same intensity and you cursed him because this was all you had been asking for. For him to love you, for him to give you something. But he didn’t and this was not going to change anything. 

As his tongue slipped into your mouth, you slid your hand into his back pocket and pulled out his keys and pulled away from him. He was confused until you backed up from him and started to unhook your key from his key ring. 

“What the fuck….” Of course he was confused, of course he thought sex was going to fix this. You pushed the keys against his chest and he held your hand against his chest, realizing what was happening, what was still happening.

“No…” He shook his head, realization dawning on him that the sex was one last sweet release before you left. A goodbye. Not a makeup. 

“Don’t do this shit. Don’t do this to me, baby.” He shook his head, eyes glossy. Words breaking. Your heart cracked, gone was the intense high he just gave you and instead there you were, right back in the low of it all. 

“You did this to yourself, Angel. Goodbye.” You swallowed hard and tugged your hand out of his grasp, he let out a breath. You turned around and walked out the door with your head high. Walked out leaving him behind to deal with what just happened. Walked out and into the shit storm that was going to be the next few weeks of getting over one Angel Reyes.