#there was a point in time where i didnt have that in the slightest

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

broski, you keep saying mike is unable to say i love you to his gf, but at the end he finally said it (9 times) so whats your point literally?

you are holding onto old crap, and beating a dead horse. He said he loves her multiple times, boys are generally hesitant in expressing their emotions (patriarchy asks them to be tough ,not open up and everything), but he overcame that by the end of the season

do you think mileven is gonna break up after how explicitly he told el he loves her???? el also loves mike very much, its just a fight she's upset about, but people can FORGIVE and move on from past misunderstandings you know? el is veryymuch in love with mike since season 1, she can forgive mike for his one mistake (he basically rectified it too at the end of the day)

y'all keep saying mike gets upset when will doesn't talk to him but at the end of season 4 mike is upset that el is not talking to him much because she's grieving

ahhhh this is so exciting!!! i feel like ive made it or smth!

sorry for my late response i was in my physics class 😔

now, we dont KNOW for SURE what mike truly feels. you dont know. i dont know. no one will ever know until s5 comes out. however i have my speculations and so do you. and thats okay!! we dont have to agree :3 your allowed to believe whatever you want in regards to mike and els relationship. it doesnt affect me at all.

however, sense you app care about what i have to say so much i will yapp somemore about what i think. you dont have to agree with me. in fact ik you wont. and thats okay, clearly you are insecure enough about your own opinion that you feel the need to go to the other side and argue with someone in their anons. bc if your opinions were solid and unshakable youd have your url showing. but i get it i really do :)

anywayssss. charecters can lie.

just like people can lie.

i was in a romantic relationship with someone for about a year. and throughout that time, i told them i loved them multiple times. did i? no. did i want to? yes. i wanted to be in love with them. they were very very important to me and when they asked me out, i thought to myself 'well i do really like this person. why not?'

i was not in love with this person. i did not have romantic feelings for them. but i convinced myself i did. in the end, one day we were sitting next to each other and it just hit me. i didnt want to be here anymore. i had met someone else and was developing a crush on them at the time. so i broke up with them.

all this to say, mike can lie. hes not a high fantasy elf. something i feel is a big disconnect between bylers and milevens is that milevens tend to read most things at face value. just bc you say you love someone doesnt mean you do.

as for the patriarchy comment, mikes story line has never had to do with being tough, or not being man enough. he repeatedly says that he doesnt want to be popular, he doesnt care about fitting in. ofc this can still be a factor but i doubt its a huge point of his character arc. if it was they would have made a point of adressing him struggling with it before this.

on your point about moving on from fights, your so right about that. i dont in the slightest think that elmike are going to be on BAD terms in endgame but i dont think they'll be on romantic terms. even if byler isnt canon, and mike is straight. i still believe that.

as for his mistake being rectified. girl what u yappin ab. no it wasnt. if it was why was el not talking to mike in the van on the way back to hawkins

mike says in the last episode that they werent really talking. a little bit but not much. you could say that el was greiving max. but el DIDNT KNOW max was in a coma. when they get back to hawkins, dustin has a line where he explicitly says

"oh you guys dont know" in refrence to max.

is el traumatized? definitely!!! but she doesnt know max is in a coma. and even if she did, why wouldnt el seek comfort in her bf if they had fixed everything???

as for your last point, yeah mike is upset about el not talking to him. duh. however lets compare.

when mike is mad at will for not paying attention to him at rink o mania he actively brings it up. he actively pursues will and expresses his frustration over will being dismissive. he is visably upset. on the other hand, in the last ep of s4, mike doesnt even bring up el until will does. he seems mildly annoyed and confused about the situation and makes no moves to pursue her or seek out resolution. he makes no moves to comfort her about max ever. he doesnt walk with her, he doesnt hug her. nothing. the only affection between then is when EL puts her head on mikes sholder. mike makes no moves to comfort her more but he doesnt push her away. this is also right after mike activly began walking sideways to be able to stand next to will when there was an open space for him to stand right next to el im front of him. odd.

also you do realize that someone can be upset at the prospect of two people that are important to them being upset at them

its not will or el

its never been will or el

this has always been about mike and how he handles conflict and shit.

anywayssss my hands r going to freeze off bc its like 19 F outside and i wrote this walking across campus

hope this helps 💙💛

[bidokja]

GUESS WHO MADE IT TO THIRTYYYYY <333

[thoughtpeek]

I'VE FINALLY FINISHED BROTHERSHIP IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!

[genderless-naper]

candle shopping

trafalgar law x strawhat!reader

smut! a lil ooc rough law hehe

nsfw, wc: 3.4k, lowercase intended !

a boring day on the sunny draws law to go ‘candle shopping’ from your personal collection. it accidentally escalates to something deeper than meant to be

being stuck on a ship in the middle of the ocean with the strawhats was not the most ideal for law. they were loud, obnoxious, and have no concept of personal space. law would often find himself locked away in rooms to find some peace and quite from the hectic crew.

the only strawhat he could bear being around was you. you had the personality to match with the others humors, but he would discover a completely different side whenever he found himself on the deck at night starring at you while you rambled about how endless the sea was. he could have spent the time lost away in books, but in reality he didnt mind exchanging his time with you. that was more than he could say about any of the strawhats.

law knew something was wrong with him when he looked forward to seeing you during breakfast. the way you appeared in his view made made his mind generate hundreds of thoughts at once. sometimes he would curse himself and avoid looking at you all together. this tactic didnt last long since you were always asking him something.

“hey law do you need any sugar for your coffee?” you held out the small container with sugar cubes

he never added sugar in his coffee, but how could he resist when you asked him so earnestly? how could he say no when you made the effort to think about him?

he took two and added them to his cup as he watched you make jokes with luffy about eating sea monsters for lunch. he was starring at you again before he realized it.

you on the other hand were no stranger to how the surgeon was the slightest bit friendlier to you. he didnt immediately leave when you approached him like when others did. hell, he actually made an effort to converse with you when you said something.

during one uneventful afternoon laying on the lawn you decided to check on your friends to see if they were doing anything interesting. you found luffy, usopp, and chopper fishing at the side of the sunny. their activity seemed more boredom-inducing than yours. you found zoro doing his usual 2000 pushups which were apart of his training routine. you found sanji prepping vegetables for his next meal. you saw nami and robin enjoying the weather laying on chairs on the deck. you found brook cleaning his violin while being told an ailen story by franky. everyones activities just seemed uneventful. you thought of your next stop on your checking-in-with-friends train.

knowing where to find the last subject, you headed to the library of the sunny. you found law nose-deep in some mundane book.

“he’s probably the most uninteresting person to check up on.” you thought to yourself. law heard the door open. he simply didn’t care enough to look up to know who entered, or give a thought of acknowledgment when the unknown person approached him. he only withdraws from his book when you sit next to him asking how his day was. you rambled on about how bored you were and how the crew had nothing fun to do.

at this point law would usually get up and go somewhere else secluded to finish his book. he wanted to, but something was holding him back. maybe it was the way you talked, or the way your hair fell perfectly over your shoulders, or how your confidence radiated when you held his eye contact. he would never admit how he would give anything just to hear you say his name on a loop. it made him feel special.

and yet he pushed those feelings deep into his abyss when he replied, trying to sound as cold as possible, “i honestly dont care. im busy so leave me alone” law was expecting you to be offended or leave. the last thing he thought he would hear was you bursting into laughter.

‘did i say something embarrassing?’ he thought to himself trying to retrace his words exactly.

you shook your head and tossed his book to the side while replying,

“all this reading has made you become the most boring person on this ship! who cares about some variant-strand of a virus whose last infection was recorded 200 years ago?” he kept a cool expression on his face.

you were desperate to find something entertaining to do. realizing how dimly lit the library could be you thought back to your candle stash you kept which had varieties of scents.

“hey, do you like candles?” you asked the raven haired man.

law raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “candles? why would you ask that?”

you lit up finally finding an activity to pass the time with. you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the girls cabin, “lets take you candle shopping!”

this was laws first time entering the girls cabin of the ship. he never had a reason to. he was quite surprised to see how much more spacious, cleaner, and taken care of it was compared to the boys. your bed was made, and it looked like heaven to the heavily sleepy-induced doctor who constantly disregarded his insomniac habits.

you rummaged under your bed and pulled out a bag with different colors and sizes of candles. you put the bag on your bed and pulled out candles one by one.

law stared in an utter state of confusion. you popped the top off of one and handed it to him, “smell this and see if you like it”

at first the doctor quietly refused, trying to hand the candle back so he could go back to reading. you huffed and dragged him to sit on your bed, “if youre gonna coop yourself in that library all day like a chicken you might as well take a candle with you. its so dimly lit i dont get how you can read at night. now find one that you like! dont worry i wont charge you.” you winked playfully at the doctor

law fought the blood threatening to rise to his cheeks. he gave up and started ‘candle shopping’ through your pile. he smelt some that were vanilla heavy, fruit heavy, lavender heavy, tobacco heavy (he hated that one specifically), and more. they all left him feeling unimpressed.

you thought for what the man sitting next to you would enjoy. you grabbed another candle that was a shade of deep green. you read the label and handed it to him. “this one has notes of deep forest, sandalwood, and fresh spring water.” law smelt it not expecting much.

he was pleasantly surprised to find how he actually liked this scent. you were excited to see if he found a candle that fit his interests, “do you like that one? should i light it for you??”

he saw at your excitement radiating off of you. how could he say no when you went to the extent to find him something he liked? how could he say no when you cared this much about him? he silently handed the candle back.

you cleared away the other rejected candles and got off your bed. you ordered law to lay down as you lit the candle carefully, “you need to relax to be able to fully enjoy the energy it offers! try to get comfortable.”

he was astonished at your directness, “you want me to.. lay down on your bed? it’s made and ill just get it messy.”

you shook your head and pushed him to lay down. you carefully placed the candle on the floor right next to the bed, “close your eyes and really try to relax trafalgar”

he felt a warm sensation spread in his stomach when you said his name. he was left with no choice but to close his eyes. the scent of the wax filled the room gradually. it wasn’t a scent that was overpowering. he could still smell you on your sheets with the candle’s notes lingering in the background.

you stay quite as you watched the once stoic man fade into a state of relaxation. you were feeling proud of your succession.

law heard footsteps starting to approach the door of the cabin followed by laughter of the other two female members. his once relaxed state quickly washed away not wanting to be caught. he wasn’t just in the girls cabin. he was in your bed. who knows what the strawhats would think of him? he gave you a look of alarm.

as the cabin knob twisted you quickly jumped into bed and pulled the covers up. you were on your side with your back facing the door trying your best to conceal the tattooed man. your legs were practically tangled with each other. mere centimeters was the distance between your faces. you shushed him quietly and pushed him slightly lower while hiding his hat under your bed.

the door opened as the two females walked in. nami saw you in bed and wondered what was wrong, “hey y/n is everything okay?”

nico robin hummed, “its not like you to be in bed in the middle of the day”

you faked a cough trying to convince them of you feeling unwell, “i just wanted to lay down for a bit.”

nami replies, “if you want me to ask sanji to make you some soup then let me know”

you okay’d a response back to her.

law wished he activated his powers before becoming stuck in this predicament. he wished he never got sucked into your side quest. he wish he could be able to say no to you. maybe then he wouldn’t have been stuck hiding in bed with you. his hand was naturally placed on your waist as you had left your hand in his hair after trying to push him down. the position was dangerous for him. he looked up at you while you flashed apologetic looks.

you finally noticed your hand slightly tangled in his hair. you tried to move it to make the position less awkward. moving it a few centimeters before opting to return it to its original position to avoid attention being drawn to you. the feeling of your fingers trying to move yet returning back to him made his mind blank out. his eyes turned half lidded as the forestry scent was of the candle made him slightly sink into you. dangerously closer than ever.

you took in every feature of the man right before you. you quietly moved your thumb from the roots of his hair to trace his facial features softly. you dont know what came over you. you ran your thumb lightly across his eyebrow, his nose bridge, then cheek bone, and finally to his lip. you hesitate, resting your thumb on his lower lip, not daring to move it any further.

laws gaze had changed from its previous cold appearance. he looked different from before, as if he wanted you to continue. he needed you to admire his features just like how he admired yours every moment he saw you. both your desperations climbed in attempt to keep quiet. his hold on your waist pulled you ever so slightly closer to him. enough hoping you wouldn’t notice. you continued to slowly trace his lower lip, pulling down on it slightly to see how far he would really let you take it.

he shot you a dangerously possessive gaze. it was his turn to return the act. he slowly ran his once resting hand down your waist and down your thigh. your curves fitting perfectly in his hand. he gripped your thigh slightly, which earned a surprised gasp from you.

nami looked back over, completely oblivious to the unsuspecting man in bed with you, “are you sure you’re okay y/n..?”

you responded quicker than you liked to admit, trying to hide the panic in your voice, “im fine really! just a bit of a headache i guess. ill be fine once i take a nap.” you glanced back down at the raven-haired man who pressed a ghosting kiss against your thumb.

you felt your heart skip a beat as your body’s heat started to rise. you couldn’t believe how daring he’s trying to show you he could be. any moment other than now would’ve been better to see.

you try to move your legs to untangle them from the man in front of you. you bit your lip as you felt your thigh brush harshly against law in between his legs. you freeze while you feel him harden slightly; member pressing back onto your thigh.

law tried his best for fight these sensations, but it was difficult when all you did was light his body on fire every time you moved. the warm sensation in his stomach from earlier growing into a blaze. he mouthed words at you carefully quiet, ‘don’t move’

you smirk once you realize the position you were in. you were towering over law as he looks at you with eyes which showed slight desperation. you kept tracing his lower lip as you continued to push your thigh against his growing member. you wanted to be the sole reason he fought to make any noise in that moment.

law cursed you silently in his head. he gripped your thigh while digging his fingertips into your skin. he shot you a now threatening look. knowing what you were doing and how you deliberately were doing it to get a kick out of him drove him insane.

he could easily take control of the power dynamic now in place if it hadn’t been for the women still in the room. he knew you were taking advantage of the situation. he fought a growl as you trailed your hand from his lip to the collar of his shirt. playing with it innocently while devilishly tormenting the man with your thigh drove you to feel your stomach blaze as well.

the two women bid their farewells as they left the cabin shutting the door behind them. you felt a sense of relief wash over you, but were pulled back into reality when law grabs your ass while slightly grinding himself on your thigh to feel some relief.

he spoke words of venom to you, “you’re gonna regret this y/n..”

you tilt his chin up to you, reminding him of the power dynamic still in place, “who says i don’t want this?” your words sweet like honey.

law looks back at the door to make sure no more disturbances would bother his current moment with you. he flipped you onto your back and towered over you. hands between your head to support himself.

he leaned down to your ear and spoke while smirking, “now its my turn to see how quiet you can be”

your eyes widen once you see the position you were in. the blaze in your body abandoned any rational thinking you had at that moment. you pulled the man down into a sloppy kiss as you tug up on his shirt desperately trying to expose his body.

he pulled the shirt off mid kiss then worked on taking this belt off. you whined for him to hurry while the desperate between your legs painstakingly grew with each passing second. you both pushed the rest of your clothes off in an attempt to not waste anymore time.

law grabbed his member with a slight groan, “look at what you did to me y/n..”

you couldnt help but feel proud of being able to draw this side of law out. not too long ago he was a mysterious identity on the ship. now he was just mere seconds away from fucking your mind out of you.

he opened pushed open your legs and ripped your panties to the side to give himself more accessibility. you pulled him closer in a desperate attempt to get his member in you. he chuckled deeply at your failed attempt.

he flashed his golden eyes up and down your body, “i should make you wait for being such a tease..”

you shook your head fast. ecstasy completely taking over all your sense, “i didn’t mean to do all tha-“

“you still did it y/n” he shot back lowly, “i want you to beg for me” he smiled sadistically down at you.

desperation on your mind left you no other choice, “please law..”

he raised a brow unimpressed, “thats it? i know you can give me more than y/n” he slowly moved the head of his member up and down your wet folds to tease you.

you shut your eyes as you spewed a line of noncomprehensive begs. you didn’t even understand what you were saying at that point.

once satisfied with your obvious desperation on display law slowly pushed himself into you. the way he disappeared into you made his stomach do flips. your warmth completely captivating him.

you let out a quiet moan as you grip his tattooed biceps. you begged him for more.

every whine and beg drove law further off the edge. granting your wish he started his pace. it was a slow motion which picked up into a faster, harsher rhythm.

law was fascinated with how well your body took him in. every time he pulls to almost abandon your hole you take him back in fully. your moans starting to pick up as the man above you tries to fuck sense back into you, “you think you can pull stunts like that and get away with it?” he grunts in your ear, trying to suppress his own moans.

the slapping of skin becoming louder with every snap of laws hips hitting you. his rhythm, once steady and strong, starts to falter and get sloppy. your own blaze turning into a burning fire reaching the depths of your stomach. you slapped a hand over your mouth to mask the loud moans escaping your lips. law pushes your hand away and pulls you into a messy kiss while taking in every moan you gave to him. you dig your nails into his shoulders indicating you were climbing fast to your high.

the man above you fucks into you with a rough pace. he made the mistake of looking down at your eyes. the way they glossed over with ecstasy and your eyebrows taking shape of desperation made law lose his rhythm completely. he just vigorously pushed into you chasing his own high. he wanted to take a picture of your sight before him. he knew the way you looked at him would burn into his memory forever. you moaned his name while repeating how close you were. unable to suppress his own moans he started to repeat your name back to you. both your names rolling off each others tongues so effortlessly.

the knot in your stomach pulled so tightly. you felt the harsh waves of ecstasy hit you as your orgasm forces itself onto you. you dig your nails into law while he covers your mouth with his hand. the sight of you moaning mindlessly because of him was enough for his knot to pull. he knew he was dangerously close as well. he continued to fuck into you to chase his high. the overstimulation causing your eyes to roll back slightly.

the sight caused laws own orgasm to hit him faster than he imagined. he pulled out quickly and released himself onto your stomach. he collapsed next to you as you both pant to regain your breaths. he stares at your messy hair, plump lips, and how your chest rises and falls. he’d be lying to himself he if he didn’t want to experience seeing you like this all the time. with sweat glistening both your tired bodies he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him.

he mumbles to you tiredly, “you dont know how long ive been wanting to do that..”

you giggle as you ease into him, “then you should’ve done it earlier”

the crackling of the candle returns you to your senses, “its good we lit a candle before hand..” you laugh tiredly at the ironic situation.

he rolls his eyes while the corner of his lips tug up slightly. he grabbed your chin and kissed you passionately to make up for all the sloppy kisses he gave earlier(he just wants your lips on his any way possible). you cup his cheek and deepen the kiss while smiling. law feels you smiling into the kiss, and it causes him to smile a bit more than he usually would.

even he’d admit that ‘candle shopping’ maybe wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

you can find pt.2 here!

[lmaowhatt]

long over due - jj m.

summary: the honeymoon phase between you and jj is over, now hits one of the arguments where the commitment you both share to your relationship begins to get questioned.

set: doesnt really matter tbh

pairing: jj maybank x pogue!reader

warnings: not proofread in the slightest, angst, mad/angry!jj, mad/angry!reader erm idk what else👍🏽

if theres any other fell free to let me know!

from the moment you got with him, you knew jj was emotionally unavailable to some extent. everyone did. there was always a limit to what he would confess to you, his girlfriend of around two years. there was even things he wouldn't tell john b, as i said, emotionally unavailable to some extent.

which is what led you to this moment. the honeymoon phase in your relationship where you would both talk and laugh for hours on end about random things after intimate moments, or even after random hangouts was long gone.

after spending countless hours together, the arguments began. over little things at first, him not pulling his weight around your shared home, both you and him coming home late from different parties, most small arguments almost always ending up with makeup sex.

this argument however, seemed to finally bring the both of you to the part of this phase where your loyalties and commitment to said relationship begin to be questioned. "regardless, jj!" you threw your hands up in frustration, both of you standing on opposite sides of the bed. "you dont get it!" he raised his voice slightly.

"we used to spend hours talking, laughing, just fucking around. and now? were fuck running through the fucking motions!" he tossed his cap somewhere in the room, frustration bubbling through. "dont pull that shit. ive been fucking trying to connect with you, but were not on the same page! at all." you pointed a stern finger at him, walking around your side of the bed to stand a mere foot away from him.

jj scoffed, looking off to the side as he gathered his thoughts, ensuring he didnt continue the argument with an empty head. “i know that but its like you dont fucking care!” he called to you, moving to walk around you, now feeling suffocated in the corner you had backed him into on his side of the bed.

you grabbed his forearm, turning him back towards you, sending him a pointed glare. he stopped, but jerked his arm back to remove your grip from him. “i do care, believe me i do. but i have other shit to focus on! its hard to balance us while still trying to keep us perfect!” you pointed a finger to your sternum before letting your arm fall to your side, your head tilted slightly in defeat.

the man groaned slightly, running a hand through his slightly matted hair, “its not about being fucking perfect! a'ight? i just need to know you're here with me and not running through the damn motions!” he voiced, to which you only retaliated. “i am! but dont act like you're not here at times, you're not fucking innocent.” you called up to him, you watched a flash of vulnerability strike his features.

however, he quickly masked it, shaking his head. “dont do that. you knew the fucking baggage i was carrying when i asked to be your boyfriend. dont use that shit against me" he followed after you as you moved around him and out of your room. "and i know im not fucking perfect. why do you think im not pressing you to be, huh?" he called to you.

“im not trying to use shit against you!” you yelled, tossing your arm out beside you, knocking your knuckle into the wall. you ignored the, "couldve fooled me," that came out of his mouth, continuing. "but i cant deal with you and your shit while i have things to deal with too, alright?" he raised his eyebrows with a dry laugh leaving his lips, “oh my shit? im sorry, i didnt know i was a fucking charity case to you.” he stopped in front of you, looking down at you with anger coursing through his veins.

you shook your head as you looked up at him, “i never said that—” he cut you off abruptly with a hard exhale, still trying to get his viewpoint understood. “you dont get it, do you? you're checked out! its like im the only one—” now it was your turn to cut him off, mostly offended at the way he was painting you out to be.

you scoffed loud enough for him to stop for a moment. "dont run your mouth without knowing shit. i want you to think long and hard about what exactly you're going to say before you open your mouth and spit some bullshit at me.” you began, rolling your eyes at his implication.

“and im not checked out! but youre so focused on what we used to have that youre not noticing everything im doing. right now, jj." your voice cracked slightly, you pressed your pointer finger into your other palm, trying to express your words further. jj leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “oh—” he scoffs, “please, enlighten me. what have you done. right now.” he enunciated his words.

at a loss for words—not to be confused with not actually having an example—you turned the focus back on him. "you dont think ive seen how you pull away too? sometimes you act like im some fucking child you're forced to look after!" you turn on your heel, heading towards the kitchen. your pull the fridge door open, grabbing a water bottle out of it.

"im not fucking pulling away, okay? im desperate for something real! s-something— i cant be here for you and fix everything," his voice raises to a shout as he addressed you from across the room. "you cant expect me to use magic or some shit to know when you're struggling, not when im dealing with my own shit too!" you hear his voice crack slightly, but you dont dare face him in the moment.

you let out a soft groan, leaning on your hands that were placed on the kitchen island, hands too shaky to open the bottle. "im not expecting you to do anything. for fucks sake jj im dealing with shit too alright? you know this! i just want to feel like you're here for me even if i cant express what im feeling!" you jerk your arm outwards, hitting the back of your palm against the bottle, in turn tossing the water bottle to the ground with a hard thump.

this earns a look from jj. one mixed with concern and a hint of surprise. but its gone as fast as you noticed it, replaced with his previous anger, nose flaring slightly. "im not asking for anything else! i just want to know you're trying to be here for me just like im trying to be there for you!” he raises his voice slightly once more, cracking in despair.

“im trying,” your voice cracks, but you continue nonetheless. “i need you to know its fucking hard, but im trying, my best.” he rests his forearms on the kitchen island as he hears you speak, hands tangled in his slightly matted hair, tugging slightly. he looks up from his spot opposite you, face softening slightly as he noticed the your defeated stance, as well as the tears welling in your eyes.

he speaks again, his voice softer. “i dont want to lose you, baby,” the nickname rolls off his tongue with such normality, that even in such a tense moment, you miss the weird feeling you get in your stomach at the use of the word. “i dont know how make you see that im here for you. im still fighting and i need— i want you, here with me,” he whispers as he approaches you slowly.

a tear falls from your eye. “its hard, jj,” you tell him, honestly. he swipes his thumb over your cheekbone, wiping the stray tear, his hand dropping to his side afterward. for a fleeting moment, the fight is forgotten, but the tension between you remains. you step back slightly. “i need space,” you mutter, and he steps back too, thinking you meant right then.

"no—" you stop for a moment, "space, space." you reiterate, getting you meaning across. your heart breaks as his face drops. he immediately shakes his head in denial, "you dont mean that," he mumbles quietly, mostly trying to convince himself.

if even possible, his face drops further as the reality settles in his brain and you move past him to pack an overnight bag. you have no damn idea where youll stay for the night but youre determined that this is whats needed in for the two of you to progress. he immediately follows after you, hoping youre playing a shitty prank on him.

"please, dont go." he stands by your shared bedroom door. his small plea is barely heard as you feel your heart thump against your rib cage. "baby, please." he whispers again as you zip up your bag. standing, you hesitantly take his teary face in your hands, the movement causing a tear to finally slip from his waterline.

you shake your head, wiping the oncoming tears with your thumbs. "this isnt permanent." you reassure, letting out a shaky breath as he takes one of your hands in his. "just need one night, to cool off. we both do. ill come back tomorrow." you take his wrist in your hand, manipulating it so you could hook your pinkie with his. "thanks a promise, alright?" you looked up at him as he nodded.

you placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips as you walked past him, the warmth of your touch still lingering in the air. he stood still, his heart heavy, feeling his cheeks grow even wetter with tears. as the sound of the front door closing echoed, he turned towards the window, watching your figure disappear into the distance, each passing second making your absence feel more real.

a/n: holy balls i cried while writing this. is that wrong?

a/n pt.2: wrote this because me and my ex broke up around two years ago after new years😛😛

(also i tried something new with the quotes i felt like the italics and bold was too out there (idk))

[hannieehaee]

ahh i dont know if this is weird but i was just curious abt how you think svt would react to their s/o using a safeword during sex???

18+ / mdi

their s/o using the safeword during sex

content: mentions of sex, assumed established relationship, mentions of using the safe word, mentions of reader getting hurt, etc.

wc: 873

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i made it kind of ambiguous as to why the safe word was used so u can just use ur imagination for that<3

masterlist

seungcheol -

freaking out internally at having hurt you but!! externally he'd immediately jump into comforting mode and do everything in his power to ensure your safety and comfort. he'd apologize endlessly for having delayed even on second in detecting your discomfort and would spend the rest of the night cooing and pouting at you as he babied you.

jeonghan -

for once in his life he'd be caught so off guard and enter a state of shock, stopping immediately and unsure of how to proceed. even though things didnt go too far and you hadnt gotten hurt or anything, he'd still feel sooo fucking bad. wouldnt be able to joke to lighten the mood either bc he'd just feel so bad to have hurt you in such an intimate setting. would coo at you and caress you the rest of the day.

joshua -

soooo worried and apologetic. the apologies would be endless as he held onto you and ran his hand up and down your back. sex would be the last thing on his mind as he made sure you felt safe and calm. would make sure he knew what made you use the safe word so he'd never do it again.

jun -

he'd go from 0 to 100 super quickly with his brain completely disregarding what you guys were doing just a few moments ago to make sure you were okay. would ask a million questions as he checked with you. if you pointed out his still massively hard dick, he'd grab a pillow and cover it, claiming it was 100% off his mind at the moment.

soonyoung -

super apologetic lol would just mutter apology after apology after apology and hold onto you so tightly whenever you gave him the green light. he would barely even allow you a word in at first bc of how many apologies he'd be blabbering. would thank you for letting him know before things got too far bc it wouldve absolutely broken him if he had actually harmed you in any way.

wonwoo -

he'd be slow at stopping, knowing that if he suddenly were to stop he might run the risk of hurting you or scare you off. he would continue to be slow in his movements as he pulled you closer and held you in his arms, always giving you time and space to create a distance or move however you pleased. he'd apologize if he hurt you and try to do anything you needed to make sure you were comfortable.

jihoon -

irrationally scared he might've hurt you beyond forgiveness at first. this was a first for him, so he'd feel beyond apologetic and like he had committed a capital crime at having hurt you, even if it was an accident. once you both caught your breaths he'd comfort you (and himself) as he held onto you and made sure you were okay, apologizing for whatever it was that caused you to use your safe word.

seokmin -

stops immediately and becomes extremely apologetic about it to the point where he almost cries. he'd NEVER want to let his lust go so overboard to the point of even giving you the slightest discomfort so this instance would stick to him. you'd have to come to him next time u wanna have sex bc he'd wanna give you space to decide if u wanted sex again on ur own.

mingyu -

jumps off you so quickly he knocks himself off the bed with a huge tud, making himself become the actually injured one. the tables would turn, making you have to take care of the bruise he gave himself but would be consistently interrupted by him wanting to tend to you in case he had somehow hurt you.

minghao -

he'd take it so seriously even if you told him it wasn't that big of a deal, that you just felt off for some reason. none of your rebuttals mattered when he entered a zone of utmost worry for you. he'd switch things up completely, telling you to lay down while he made you a warm drink and prepared a bath for the two of you.

seungkwan -

really loud lol. he'd get scared at the situation, having never been through it and not knowing what to do. he'd end up going overboard and overcompensating in trying to tend to you after having accidentally hurt you.

vernon -

another member who would be too shocked to react at first, simply pulling away from you and blanking on what to do. after a few moments of staring blankly, he'd finally move and ask if you needed anything, checking if you were okay or if you were hurt in any way. he'd feel kind of awkward but would still be sincere in his worry for your wellbeing.

chan -

jumps back immediately, eyes wide as he freezes in place. would take him a few moments to actually get close enough to you to check what was wrong and offer his comfort. would feel soooooo fucking bad. would also feel embarrassed that he had somehow hurt you or made you uncomfortable in any way. you'd somewhat have to comfort him to make him realize it was fine since he listened when you used your safe word.

[i-cant-sing]

PLS PLS WRITE THE PLATONIC YANDERE MIGUEL OHARA FIC IM BEGGINF 🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️WE NEED MORE PLATONIC FICS OF THIS MAN

(Thank you for reading this and have a great day!!)

I definitely see dad Miguel treating reader like a child, no matter what age you are. You could be a strong, independent woman, and to Miguel... you're a baby🥺 Everytime you get frustrated when he tells you no, or doesn't allow you to do what you want, he thinks you look absolutely adorable, your brows furrowed and your nostrils flared, and Miguel just has to just lean down to your level and you think that he's gonna offer you an explanation and in his mind, he does, but all he really says is-

"I know what's best for you, mija."

And if you dare to say "you're not my dad!", he won't say anything because yeah, you're right, but he will stare at you intimidatingly until you either take your words back or change the topic.

I think Miguel is not someone who talks much (but he still expects you to converse with him regularly) and so when he doesn't wanna argue with you, he may or may not shoot a web to seal your lips shut, just so that you give him enough time to explain (which again he doesnt), but he does use this time to tell you that you're grounded and then again, uses his strength against you to pick you up like a little bratty kitten and drop you back to your room.

I also think that Miguel definitely sees you as this helpless creature that would absolutely DIE without him. It doesn't matter if you're a spider-person like him, no. To him, you're just a frail kitten that needs papa Miguel's help to shelter her from the pouring rain and bubble wrap you and cuddle you and just- protect you from this all too harsh world.

And you could be trying to break free from his grasp, going of about how he didnt need you to pull you from your universe, how you had your life under control and what not, and Miguel would just sigh and shake his head and mutter "Teenagers🙄" EVEN IF YOU'RE AN ADULT.

Miguel isnt someone who talks about his feelings, definitely not at first, he just bottles everything up until the lid pops off and someone else has to face his fury. BUT that doesn't he doesn't expect you to talk about yours. He's super observant so the moment he notices the slightest change in your mood, or the way you breathe, oh he's bugging you to tell him whats wrong. I mean he's breathing down your neck, which as you already know isnt great because he is the only person you're allowed to talk to (minus Peter B Parker and Mayday), and eventually, he may even tie you upside down with his web to make you talk. And he's just nodding and offering up solutions/therapeutic advices (not really, they're just compromises) while you're getting blood rush from hanging off the ceiling for so long.

Also going back to the "you're not my dad!" thing, I think if you say it enough times, it does start to hurt him and eventually he reaches a breaking point where he does end up getting mad and bares his teeth at you as he yells "I AM, NOW! AND IF YOU DON'T START LISTENING TO ME MIJA, YOU WILL REGRET IT! NOW, MARCH OFF TO YOUR ROOM!" And sure, you get spooked enough to run off, but not before you yell like a very cliche, angsty teen "I hate you!" and you slam your door close before he could scold you again. He still comes right up to your door, probably to ground you even more, but he doesnt have the heart to open the door when he hears your sobs. Damn, now you just broke his heart. So, Miguel leaves, deciding its best that you two get some space to cool off.

Now I see Miguel as the type of dad who doesnt really apologise (mostly because he doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong) but instead offers a parley or a white flag of sorts in the form of food (like some cut up fruits and veggies, or even your fav takeout) and sure, his heart is still heavy with guilt, even more so when he sees your swollen red eyes indicating how you've been crying for days, so he clears his throat, maybe shifts in his seat a little and asks about your day or something random, heartbreak intensifying 100X when you refuse to talk to him, making him resort to something thats... uncomfortable for you both.

A hug.

I mean this has to be the most awkward hug in history, because Miguel just swoops you up and places you in his lap, pulling you to his chest and telling you that he's not letting go until you talk. STILL NOT APOLOGISING, I mean there is a greater likelihood that you may end up apologising to him but Miguel sure as hell isnt saying the word "sorry" (unless you're dead, specifically if u die in his arms hehe).

[thechaoticplayer]

The Confident Student Council President 🔞

Author's note: had this sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks... giggling and twirling hair- this didnt come out exactly the way I want it but I guess I'll cope + ratio

Summary: your stupid ahh male friend asks you to get the shoulder pads (that he forgot) for football practice. however, you werent expecting the student council president to be inside, the man you've been crushing on for quite some time now...

Contains: x reader, Dom! Ver Vermillion, him being super demanding and sweet at the same time, this was inspired by his fucking shower stream (I WAS SCREAMING), theres a bit of plot, praise, smut yet again it's not even a surprise anymore

VER VERMILLION was something to admire. In class, he had a sense of authority to him, but never abused the power he was bestowed with. He was very gentle but stern, like an mature older brother. Ver had no problem putting someone in their place, and it put you in awe of him. You quietly watched him from afar. Noticed every tiny detail about him.

Ver's hands. They're so pretty, but with a single gesture, he could make the whole room silent.

Ver's voice. Calm and low, still somehow heard over the ruckus of the classroom. When he raised his voice in the slightest, everyone knew to shut up.

Ver's smile. He was constantly smiling. A soothing smile that put everyone at ease. He could easily charm anyone within a 10 feet radius with his smile alone.

Ver's face. Sometimes an expression of relief, of slight irritation, of slight happiness. You wondered what expression he'd make if you littered his face with kisses. then you quickly shook the idea out of your head, because it was highly unlikely of ever occurring.

Everyone knew who Ver Vermillion was. Hardly anyone knows you, never the less know of your existence. You were content with that, because you could never be someone near as popular as Ver. Besides, you weren't anything much, just another valedictorian who gets asked the answers to questions.

Speaking of which...

A classmate leans over to your desk, where you sit scrawling down notes. "Psst. Hey."

An internal sigh. "Yes?"

He glances at the teacher before looking back at you. "Do you have the answer to number four?"

"Yes. Right here." You point to your sheet and angle it to him, where he stares for a good moment and nods.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Back to being ignored again. Not that you minded.

Your attention shifts back to the council president. He was nearly in every single class you had, which you were grateful for. It was nice to observe him. Not in a creepy way. Thatd be weird.

Ver speaks with a student to his left, a small smile on his face, eyes twinkling mysteriously. You pondered what went on that head of his. He had to deal with students almost all the time. How did he deal with it all? Especially the annoying ones. God, what a pain in the ass.

You didn't realize you were staring at Ver until he glances in your direction, eyes locking for a split second. Fear and embarrassment flash through your body as you jerk your head back down, as if you weren't awkwardly staring at the man not too long ago. This happened frequently, to your dismay. Always staring and always caught. No way to escape the council president.

Did he think you were a freak for doing so? maybe.

You didn't look up the rest of the class period.

With a swing of your bag, you hold the bag on one shoulder, adjusting the strap to your liking. You push in the chair and weave through the stream of people out the classroom. You were on your way to meet with a close friend of yours, the only person you considered a "friend" anyway.

He was doing his football practice today, which you usually always came to. You had nothing else better to do anyway. He contrasted your introverted side, him being such a people pleaser. It wasn't a surprise that others began to ship you two together. But you two were just friends. Nothing more. Besides, you had eyes on someone else. And your friend knew that. Constantly teasing about your red cheeks everytime you were in close proximity with Ver. Each time earned him a "shut up!" And a punch to the shoulder.

A small bzzt vibrates in your pocket. With another series of buzzes to go with it. You paw through the one hundred millions of things in your pockets before pulling out the desired object. Your screen lights up to reveal texts from... well speak of the devil.

Hey uh... ik ur on ur way to my practice, but could you get my shoulder pads for me?

I totally forgot abt them

Hurry up coach is gonna kill me

How the fuck did this kid forget one of the most important things of playing such a violent sport? Space cadet...

You respond with a quick "yea" before scurrying off towards the direction of the boys' locker room. You actually had to shove past a couple of people, which you hated to do because that's being an asshole, but you also didn't want your friend to get yelled at by his strict coach.

You halt at door, furtively searching around the place before just rushing inside. You don't need any speculation on your plate along with huge packets of work. Upon seeing no one, you sneak inside.

Now which locker has his stuff in it? You quickly tap out the question and send it. You look around frantically, the "delicious" scent of sweaty men in the air. God, they need some damn air freshener.

You open each locker and judge from the sport bag which one was his. He wasn't answering, causing the anxiety to rise steadily. You really didn't want to get caught in here.

Deciding to calm yourself, you pause and recollect your thoughts. Clearing your mind, your ears pick up the sound of running water. Confused, you approach the sound. Did one of them forget to turn off the faucet? But it sounded more of a shower on, and as you approached, steam exited out the doorway of which you presumed was the showers.

You scratch your head. Who would be in here? All the boys are already outside. Who the hell would be showering right now anyway? One of these football heads must've left the shower on.

You peek inside, squinting through the steam. That has to be some hot water. You peer through the some to see a lean figure under the shower head. The steam clears a bit and your eyes widen.

Rivulets of water roll down his skin, spiraling down from his chest, down his abs, to his thighs, down his sculpted calves. He raises his arms up to run his fingers through his hair, his back muscles rippling with the motion. His arms aren't extremely muscular, but you could tell he worked out. You only could see him from the back, as your gaze traveled further down, your face felt extremely hot and a hundred million thoughts went through your mind.

Ver Vermillion.

You were... spying on the student council president. in the shower.

Oh god. In the shower. He was so...

Fucking hot.

You skitter back, almost slipping on the tile and banging your head against the changing stalls. A hand pressed to your mouth to keep you from screeching. Emotional moment. very fucking emotional. Suppressing your urge to scream on the top of your lungs because oh my god? Thousand hundred question marks?

You hurry back to the locker area, ramming your shoulder hard into a locker after taking a turn too fast. You hiss in pain, rubbing your shoulder.

"Hello?" Ver's voice calls. You curse yourself. "Is someone there?"

Nope nope. You're Casper.

You run into the other hall of lockers as the sound of water slapping tile approaches. You cease breathing through your fingers, your heart like a jack rabbit in your chest. You press your back into the metal, wishing you could just melt into the locker.

"I know you're in here. I can feel the prescence of a soul."

Sheeeeesh... was there anyway of escaping this? you eye the only exit, the only one you entered through. If you sprinted, would he be able to make out your face? He'd probably wouldn't even recognize your back; you weren't anyone extremely memorable or anything.

"Don't even try to run. I'll catch you," Ver says, voice light. "Might as well show yourself."

You sigh, concluding the fact you could not escape unscathed. You edge closer towards the corner of the wall, peering over to look at Ver.

A hand clutching the towel around his waist, he watches you reveal yourself with a flash of surprise and was that recognition? before it was replaced with a stern look.

"Would you like to tell me what you're doing in the boys' locker room?" Ver questions, seemingly not minding the fact he was practically naked. Way too confident to be okay with the presence of a female in his midst. which was very attractive. But not the point.

Your cheeks burn. "...my friend, who is on the boys' football team, forgot his shoulder pads." You tried not to stare for too long.

You shift your weight from foot to foot as he raises a skeptical brow at you. "Why couldn't he get it himself?"

"He's already on the field," you answer lamely. "Plus his coach... is mean."

Ver walks and pauses in front of you, holding a hand up near your chest. You stare, confused. He seems to be studying something before closing his hand. "You aren't trying to be deceitful. However..."

"Yes?" You swallow, the heat becoming unbearable. You could feel the heat resonate off him. A throbbing ache between your legs cause you to squeeze your legs together.

Ver's eyes darken, the hand now cupping your chin. "I can feel your desire. for me."

Hellllloooooo?

Your breath catches, unusable to look away from his startling gaze. "Uh..."

"You've been watching me. You always seem to be looking out for me without knowing. That small box of mochi, my favorite... that was you, wasn't it? And the line of students trying to ask me questions were suddenly cut in half, stating that their questions were answered by someone else." Ver observes your facial expression and you can't help but break eye contact. "I see."

"I can explain?" You whisper quietly, your skin flaming at his touch.

"You can, and you will. You see, I've been watching you as well. I've caught on to you, so I decided to watch you. Always helping others, without wanting anything back. Willing to do anything to help me because..." Ver pauses. "Why?"

"Because..." you falter. Might as well spit it out, right? You gulp again. "Because..."

His eyes bore into you, and it wasn't helping. Maybe he didn't need to know after all?

"Why don't you show me?"

"...What?"

"Show me why."

You stare at the council president. What exactly was he asking? Then it clicked. Oh. But... you couldn't dare to-

Could you?

Just this once. Life is short, right? and he's so close...

You slowly rise onto your toes, closing the distance between you and Ver. Before your nose touches you stop suddenly, the anxiety and nervousness causing you to halt. What if this was a mistake? what if he didn't want to kiss you? what if this isn't what he meant at all? What if-

A small groan exits his lips as Ver grabs the back of your head and pulls you close until his mouth finds yours. Your eyes widen with a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whine softly, letting go of all the worries and throw your arms around him tightly. Ver groans once more, his hands gripping your hips as the hot make-out session continues, inappropriate wet sounds echoing through the room.

You stutter backwards and your back hits the locker and continue, tongues dancing together as Ver tugs on your shirt. You pull away, pulling the shirt over your head, and smash your lips against his once more.

Ver's hands roam all over your torso, sliding up your waist to your back, unclipping your bra but not removing it.

He breathes against your neck, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," you reply, just as breathless.

"Are you sure?" Ver gazes into your eyes, searching for the affirmative.

You nod, leaning to his face to nip at his bottom lip.

He explodes.

Ver throws the bra away with a low growl, biting your neck and eliciting a quiet moan from you. You unbuckle your own pants, the pants dropping down to the floor as Ver sucks love bites all over your delicate skin. One hand fondling your breast, his thumb lightly skimming your tit and a stammered breath escapes you.

"Your tits are already hard," Ver notes, pinching one of them and making you squeal, flushing horribly. "I wonder if..."

A finger presses itself against your clothed cunt and you whimper, holding onto his shoulders tightly. Ver sighs, rubbing circles on your sensitive area.

"I can feel how soaking wet you are... this whole time, you wanted me this bad?" He chuckles quietly, enjoying the way your legs quiver in anticipation. "I'll show you how much I want you too."

His finger slides underneath your panties and meets your clit. You gasp, biting you lip as the council president works his magic on your wet pussy, his ministrations causing you to whimper. Ver kisses your neck, mumbling praises against your skin.

"You're doing such a good job..." Ver whispers, two fingers inside you now and you moan. He pumps the two in and out quickly, his long fingers almost kissing your g-spot and it makes it harder for you to hold yourself up. "Good girl..."

You whimper louder. "Please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?" Ver purrs, somehow increasing speed and your moans increase in volume. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod quickly, the ache growing tenfold. But then he stopped. You open your mouth to ask but when he rips your panties. You squeak in surprise as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively locking around his hips. Ver's towel audibly drops to the floor.

Ver's tip nudges against your hole. He looks at you. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you stammer, burying your face into his neck.

His tip nudges into you, entering completely and bottoms out, groaning. You moan loudly, your walls clenching around his hot cock. He filled you up completely and tears blur your vision slightly. Ver stretched you out deliciously, and he started to thrust in and out.

His nails dig into your hips as he slots his hips up against yours, grunting in your ear and leaving sloppy kisses all over you. Ver kisses you deeply, swallowing your noises as your juices stick between your bodies. You felt extremely warm all over.

His cock drags in and out your walls, pressing against the spot repeatedly. Pleasure racks your body. You rake your nails across his back, toes curled as the council president rams himself into you. The metal door groans against the movement.

"Shit..." Ver mumbles with a small groan. His dick throbs hard inside you as you clench around him. "I'm so close baby, s' close..."

A small whine as the only response you give as you squeeze your legs around him, the only indication of your incoming orgasm. He speeds up, panting hard.

"Cum with me, sweetheart, cum with me," he speaks in one breath.

You nod, lips parted as you lean your head back against the locked. "Yesyesyesyes-"

His seed ribbons inside as your own cum squirts all over his cock, a soft and drawn out moan in your hair as his hips stutter against you. Your legs limp as your chest rises up and down quickly, sweat shining on your skin. It felt awfully sticky down there, but you didn't mind one bit when Ver looked up at you with a soft and affectionate gaze.

He brushes the hair plastered to your forehead away and says softly, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"I..." You blush, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's clean you up." Still inside you, probably because the man didn't want to pull out just quite yet, he carries you to the showers to wash you up.

THE NEXT DAY...

Ver smiles at you from across the room and you wave, blushing hard. The both of you were officially dating after the... well. Burst of sudden confession you two did.

Your friend, however, was extremely awkward around you and Ver. He was constantly avoiding yours and the president's gaze for some odd reason. You have been meaning to ask him, so you lean close to him.

"Hey, you've been acting weird. What's up? Is it because I didn't get your shoulder pads and got in trouble?" You tease with a small smile.

The tips of his ears go red as he stares down at his desk. "About that..." he clears his throat. "I... did try to get them but..."

Realization hits you in the face like a brick wall. Your entire skin takes on a pink hue. "You-"

"Yeahhhh. I should've stayed put honestly..."

"Oh. My. god."

"Not that I care or anything. Go get some girl, I guess."

"Please shut up."

"Sounds like you two were getting into it pretty-"

You punch him. Hard. A yelp of pain satisfies you and Ver looks over at you two, startled. you smile sweetly.

Greatest two days of your life.

[crazyintheeast]

Ok but consider this for a writing prompt. A lonely unhinged and horny girl with nothing more to lose decides she really really wants to get bitte by a vampire and goes on a quest to make her dream come true. She goes to the most dangerous region full of vampire attacks, dresses in her sexiest dress she can find and then just walks around at night. But instead of getting bitten ......vampires avoid her like the plague because they all believe that she is a vampire hunter trying to lure them into a trap.

And after spending a few nights frutilessly trying to get bitten she realises that the vampires have fled from the region. So she goes to the next one and he same thing happens again. Instead of finally making her dream come true and biting her all the vampires simply flee. She gets a reputation as a deadly vampire hunter and she kind of goes along with it because why not? She gets paid handsoemly, she gets free lodings and honestly she could work with the fantasy of being a vampire hunter who gets ravaged by a vampire

So she gets some cheap armor and weapons and calls herself Vampire Hunter now. The weak vampires flee again but Masters Vampires come up to take the challenge. But every time a Master Vampire challenges her she proceeds to drop her weapons take off all her clothes and tell them to get her which absolutely freaks them out. They had heard legends of berseker warriors who fought naked and they didn't want this kind of crazy

Her legend began to spread,some began to say that she was an a demi goddess who had come to Earth to slay vampires, some said that she was a legendary warrior from Ancient Times some even said that she was the long lost Vampire Queen. This last rumor piqued the interst of the Vampire King. The Vampire King was a warrior who had dedicate his entire immortal existence to become the most powerful fighter in the world, the only one who could ever match him had been his Queen. He had killed her over three thousand years ago in a fierce battle that lasted two months on the North Pole with neither of them sleeping or eating. It had been a glorious culmnination of their love so to hear that someone was mentioned alongisde his Queen made him take action

Unlike the other vampires he had not been intimidated when our heroine stripped naked. On the contrary he had fought several bersekers over the millenia and while none had ever matched him they had been an amusing fights. The King had mastered ever martial arts in history of mankind to the point where he needed to only look at an oponnent to know how the fight would unfold. The slightest twitch of their muscles, the way they held themselves even the way they would breath would tell the King everything he needed to know. It had been five hundred years since he had needed more then a single move to defeat an oponent

But when he saw our heroine he froze. Nothing about her made sense. He expected her to have an opening or two. All true masters would leave openings to lure their oponent into a false sense of security. But here? They were countless openings, if he didn't know better he could swear that this woman didnt know how to fight at all. But no this was impossible, he couldn't smell even a hint of fear from her and he could feel how her blood was boiling in antication. There was only one expalnation. He was facing an oponnent so vastly superior that he was to her what a mere ant was to him. It was pointless to fight when he couldn't see through even a single one of her actions "At last my dream has come true. I have seen the perfect warrior. My apologies but my pride won't allow anyone else to take my life" he says and then he just kill himself releasing a wave of darkness all over the land . Every vampire in a hundred mile radius feels the death of their king and they flee in terror

The King's Hand was miserable the way she had been for the last fifty years. She had been a master blacksmith forging the best weapons in the world before the Vampire King kidnapped her and turned her into a vampire. Ever since then she had been his personal servant forced to create and maintain his weapons and to deal with his entire castle. The King only cared about being a warrior so it was just the two of them in the castle and she had to clean, she had accept tributes from all other vampires and to give them the commands of the King and a thousand other things...it was exhausting.

She had been almost happy to go on a trip to find this famous vampire hunter because frankly anything was better then maintaining a huge castle by herself and having to listen to a whiny Vampire King going on about past battles. She had not expected what they found. The girl was clearly a horny idiot without an ounce of self preservation. She expected the King to be furious and to go on a rampage but instead....he had killed himself. She just stared at the sheer idiocy of what happened only to witnes the girl start sneezing from the ashes of her master so hard that she slipped and knocked herself out. That couldn't have just happened right? The world was not this stupid right? After taking a few moments to collect herself she saw two possibilities in front of her. She could kill the idiot girl herself and try to make a name among the vampire community but she had never actually killed anybody and the thought of fighting all her life was exhausting. The other possibility was too crazy and stupid to even consider but.....what if she turned the idiot girl and presented her as the long lost Vampire Queen? Could this work?

[canisbrutus]

Hey I really like your headcanons !!! What’s your view on the main three’s relationship with each other?

why thank ya, color me flattered lol. let me see.. this will be Long

Gary & Jimmy 🐍🐕

tragic doomed toxic yaoi etc etc

ultimately they're two sides of the same coin, opposite eachother in a way. both are simultaneously victims and perpetrators, though they differ in motive and response

while jimmy might be too daft to realize, gary knows this and absolutely hates it.

like a fine mix of admiration jealousy and spite

jimmy meanwhile is just fed up his bullshit

but at the same time he doesnt *hate* him.

jimmy doesnt really hate anyone tbh hes just easily pissed off

after the betrayal jimmy is annoyed at best and personally hurt at worst. but he can shrug it off with ease. he doesnt hold grudges

which is yet another thing that drives gary nuts

before the betrayal though. jimmy made gary feel Weird. jimmy's too genuine. too upfront. too honest. Too Real.

he took their friendship seriously. very very few people willingly stood beside gary, minus petey who we'll get to later

and that made him ? scared. confused even. absolutely nobody could be equal with him. even if he liked their relationship

anyway. this vvv

Petey & Gary 🐇🐍

petey primarily hung around gary because he was familiar and it was better than being alone, yes.

but also, these two go back a fair ways. like elementary.

as such, petey knows more about gary than he would like him to.

gary has been through a Lot. he's also Lost a Lot.

petey is one of the few 'things' he has left that really means anything to him.

or. he was, anyway. before the betrayal

shortly after the fight in the pit he got in an argument with gary. cut him deep where it hurts. mentioned something he maybe shouldnt have.

got beaten bloody and thrown away. and gary devolved from there.

despite this petey doesnt really hold it against him either

there's some guilt to him. perhaps a bit of self loathing.

but he couldnt approach gary on his own. his nerves were too shot.

sure gary threw his friend jimmy to russell. and sure gary's been picking on him for years at this point. but to beat the shit out of him, his best friend, after he's stayed with him for just about a decade?

he couldnt trust him again

he hardly trusted him to begin with honestly, gary had been beating him down and making sure he knew whatever prior cuts he made at him didnt hurt in the slightest before.

thankfully jimmy isnt as sensitive as he is.

~~~~~

Jimmy & Petey 🐕🐇

poor kids. two peas in a pod thrown under the bus

petey may have been apprehensive of jimmy at first, due to his general attitude and knack for mayhem.

but as time passed jimmy showed his true colors and proved to be a Good person (if prone to manipulation)

it wasnt long before petey started to trust him more than gary. and after the betrayal, jimmy was all he really had.

(admittedly he did try to join the nerds but earnest called him a faggot and said no)

petey isnt meek. he isn't soft. his venom is often dwarfed by everyone else's, but he still holds a rage. even if he keeps it inside. part of him did want to get back at gary. but another part still felt concern for his old friend spiraling like mad. even moreso considering he pushed him the way he did, with that argument mentioned.

im saying this ^ bc he felt an obligation to advise jimmy on what to do, especially regarding gary. hoping he could get him calmed tf down so they could go back to normal, as friends, again.

but they werent particularly close. kinda like business partners. jimmy blowing him off half the time didnt help matters.

but again. petey didnt have anyone else.

just a poor guy caught in the middle of their homoerotic rivalry

~~~~~

i have so many lores for these stupid cunts.

anyway reminder that my inbox is open for requests in general. woof

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ꒱ 석우현

summary : you've been getting secret admirer notes for the better part of your senior year, however you never expected them to be from your best friend

genre : fluff, matthew x afab!reader, hs!au tws : language, kiss author notes : i hope you enjoyed your request @sadfragilegirl thank u i love machu ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ word count : 1.2k

you couldn’t believe it. how long had it been? you, in all reality, couldn’t remember the last time you didnt open your locker to a note falling out of it. you picked the meticulously folded notebook paper off the dusty floor, studying the small red penned-in heart — the signature; whoever it was.

if anyone was to ask, which they have, if you had any idea who was sending you secret admirer notes almost every week now, you wouldn’t be able to answer them. you didn’t even have any candidates, because if someone loved you secretly, they sure as hell were good at keeping it that way.

maybe it was out of embarrassment, but at this point you’d like to know anyways.

“another one?” a familiar voice broke through the average chatter of a high school hallway, “what is this, the second this week? he’s getting bold.”

“maybe they’ll finally confess.” you laughed out at the light brunette. “it’d be about time. i think it’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”

he cut you off promptly, “since november, and we’re graduating in a couple weeks.” your eyebrows raised in amusement at his details into your life, “so… yeah. a little while, i guess.”

"wow, matthew... i might start thinking they're yours." you gave him a serious look, which morphed into you both hysterically laughing — even to the point where passerbys were giving you a dirty look. “that’d be so cliché! oh my gosh, could you imagine the look on my face if you confessed your love to me?”

"i'd never." he acted offended, "that's fucking disgusting."

you pouted, acting offended back, "what the fuck! i'm not disgusting!" then you both broke into another laughter then received dirty looks here and there. “but seriously, tell me now if they’re yours, matt. wait! actually don’t, i’ve got to mentally prepare myself. tell me tomorrow!” you spewed out through jagged breaths.

and that’s how you ended up with your jaw dropped to the floor. your bestfriend sat in front of you, knee bent over his thigh leisurely — in contrast to the way his head hung, face a deep shade of red. matthew wasn’t the type to feel embarrassed about much, being extroverted and all, but he couldn’t help it this time; not when you looked at him so confused it basically broke his heart on the spot.

he looked up briefly, catching your eye and immediately cowering, “i-i thought you’d hate if i did something over the top, y/n. i’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time now — i’m sorry, but when you said tell me tomorrow, it made me think you already knew.”

you blinked a couple of times, “well, i did not.” you replied, pouring salt on his open wound, “and, thank you? for this.” you held the cute plushie between your hands, another note plastered between your skin and the artificial fur. “but, matthew, i-i don’t even know what to say right now. you’re my bestfriend of years… wha-why?”

you could see him biting his lip, and honestly him not looking at you was making you angry for some reason. you weren’t disgusted at the thought of him having a crush on you. no, actually you were quite delighted deep down that your late night fantasies — that you deemed beyond stupid — were actually true. how could you not like matthew? he exuded boyfriend-energy. he was your golden retriever bestfriend, so why couldn’t he be more?

you were just confused as to why; why now? why wait so long? why give you letters for months? why you?

you, in contrast to him, weren’t very sought after by the people at your school. not that you were unlikable in the slightest, you were just so engrossed in your studies that it made it hard to have a romantic life. and, people seemed to have figured that out the older you all grew.

the question circled around in his head. why? truthfully, why not? matthew thought of you as the moon to his sun. the star to his sky. the light to his dark. he looked for comfort within you, always knowing that you were the one to pick him back up. it’s like you were his prescription drug; his happy pill; his serotonin; his oxytocin.

his love.

he’s known that he’s loved you like a bestfriend for a long time. and somewhere within those years it deepened into something a more than that. now, he loved you like you were already his girlfriend. he loved you so deeply that any ounce of rejection from you would send his heart reeling with physical pain.

maybe he was crazy, he thought, maybe he stupid for thinking that there was a chance with someone like you. someone he saw so far out of his league. he cursed himself for confessing, he could’ve been contempt secretly adoring you because it’s not like he didn’t get to see you everyday.

it scared him — you scared him. there was a lot of debating that went into his confession, but there seemed like none now. and the thought of losing you over something this silly put a pit in his stomach.

“y/n. let’s just forget it. we can pretend this never happened. this is just a stupid prank by your bestfriend. a platonic-valentine from me, okay? nothing more than that, i’m sorry. i just don’t want to lose you as, at least, a friend. you’re more important than a stupid crush, y/n.”

you tried to listen to matthew ramble, but couldn’t help focusing on your racing heart. did he mean that? was he really willing to push aside his feelings to keep the friendship alive?

no, you didn’t want that. you didn’t want to forget now that you knew. and maybe you always have. maybe you knew that eventually matthew would be the one to hold your heart for real. you thought you must’ve been the most oblivious person to not see this coming, but maybe the jokes you made every time about the notes being from him were you subconsciously thinking it — wishing it.

you put the stuffed rabbit on the bed, scooting closer to him. matthew was so taken aback that his eyes grew three sizes, and he strained his spine, just a little.

“matthew,” you punctuated, “i’d be so stupid to not admit that i’ve felt the same way. honestly, i wasn’t interested in the whoever the notes were from because they weren’t you — at least, i didn’t know it was at the time.” you giggled slightly, “it’s kind of adorable how shy you’ve gotten.”

it must’ve calmed him down a bit, as his sassy demeanor came back ever-so-slightly. he huffed, “shut up.”

“what? i’m serious! it’s cute.” you poked his rosy cheek, his hand flying up to trap your wrist gently. your eyes locked, and for a moment you had to fight off the unsteady beating that matched your hitched breath. the truth is, you’ve never seen matthew so close to your face before. he always kept a platonic distance because he never wanted to make you uncomfortable; you were boy-girl bestfriends after all, and he’d never be the one to take advantage of that fact. but now that he was inches from you, you didn’t want him to back away.

your stomach was in knots, and if this is what real butterflies feel like…

“y/n?” he searched you for any kind of discomfort, “c-can i? ca—“

and before he got the chance to get it out, your free hand cupped his cheek, pulling his face into yours to finally acquaint your lips.

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[sleepyangelkami]

heyyyy so this is kinda random but I love your writing and I was wondering if you've played/watched Tlou and if you did could you maybe write something for Ellie Williams.... thanks for considering!

-Anon 🧶

JADED TWILIGHT e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 3.2K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - a mission leads to a very overstimulated reader, good thing her girlfriend, ellie williams, is there to protect her when the night falls and she recovers from the stressful mission underneath the blankets of jackson.

☆ WARNINGS - intended lower case, overstimulated reader, crying, yelling, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

she could tell before you even approached home that was jackson. she could tell by the way your words of input slowly died down within the last day and how you opted to simply nodding your head every now and again though you knew it would not suffice.

ellie williams knew you better than you did yourself, she knew your quirks like they were her own, she spent so much time studying you that if she had to take an exam on it, she'd pass with flying colors. she knew when you got overstimulated. she knew exactly how it went because every single time was the same. at first it was the draw backs, the way you excluded yourself from an important conversation or how you opted to only speaking when spoken to, when words were forced out of you.

ellie did her best to support you then, she'd get the attention off you, she'd bring up a point you had mumbled underneath your breath only modifying it in the slightest and when everyone would thank her for such a good idea, she always pointed the attention back on you, the good kind. her heart ached when you'd smile though it didnt quite reach your eyes.

when the drawbacks became still too much, you had no choice but to draw back from ellie too, worrying you may snap. overstimulation wasn't always wet tears and sulking, it often resulted in your face contorted into an angry frown and when someone said something a little too harsh, something you'd let off on a normal day, you had your mouth open and something crude falling from your lips.

you were always a quiet girl, you didn't speak much when you were angry though it sometimes showed on your face. don't get me wrong, you loved chatting away to Jesse, Dina, even Tommy, you had this thing where your mouth wouldn't stop moving the minute you became excited about something. but by no means had you ever said something rude to someone, even when they were the ones to start it. ellie always scolded you for this, claiming they'd keep doing it again until you said something but you couldn't help but shrug, claiming that you didn't wish to hurt anyones feelings, even if they had hurt yours.

but it was times like this, when everything had become too much that you couldn't seem to care. the older men stomped on you for being small, young, someone so fragile that you surely couldn't help yourself let alone them. ellie felt pride bubble in her when you stuck up for yourself, your voice raising causing their eyes to widen, glances thrown at one another. they hadn't expected you to blow up, how could they when you were as fragile as a flower.

ellies pride could only simmer down when she realised why you were yelling. it wasnt because you were angry with them, though you had every right to be, you were angry with everything around you, the overstimulation got to you and you couldnt help the ansty bursts. while she would have praised you for sticking up for yourself, claiming she was so very proud she could only feel pitiful when you stomped your feet away from them all, tears burning the edges of your eyes. she knew that look too well. guilt.

ellie never confronted you about this during the admiss of overstimulation, she knew it was simply one more thing you couldn't handle. so, she let you be because no matter what, she'd be here at the very end, when you were ready. so she let you slump against her arm that night, allowed you to bask in whatever affection you could get. she brought her hand uo to pet your head, only stopping when she saw the tears forming. she'd mumbled out something like "oh, princess." too much sympathy in her voice to ignore. she plastered a chaste kiss onto the crown of your head and let you silently fall asleep, your soft skin sitting on the scratchy fabric of her jacket. she didn't mind when you needed her comforting silence, she always offered it up to you without so much as a protest. she knew you needed sleep if you were going to make it back to jackson that next day.

turns out she was right. she could tell as bad as you were now, the night of her comfort had soothed you so very slightly, but that meant a lot, nontheless. the ride home you were silent but you no longer looked angry. tired, upset, yes, but not angry. ellie was happy with this. of course, she never wished to see her girl upset but it was indefinitely better than angry because as fragile and sweet as you were, when you were angry you couldn't stop your mouth, something was bound to fall out even if it wasn't necessarily mean, just enough to have guilt hanging over your shoulders. 

the mission was hard, even for her, she couldn't imagine how tired her sweet angel was. you shared a horse, ellie in the front. your cheek was lazily pressed against her back, hands softly placed around her waist so you didn't fall off. she couldn't wait to welcome the jackson gates with open arms, she couldn't wait to have you in bed, resting, it was well deserved. you put your heart and soul into missions, she knew this, everyone did, sometimes it simply took too much out of you, however, and this was normal, of course but ellie never wished to see you upset even if it wasn't something she could help. 

the chatter amongst the others was louder than before, much more laughter filling the air now that everyone had relaxed, everything went swimingly, everyone happy, they were beyond exited to go home, to rest. of course it wasn't their fault they were so happy but ellie wished nothing more than to shove a hand on their mouths and tell them to "shut the fuck up" because you were tired and the loud noises could only add to the overstimulation. 

the gates neared faster than any of them could have imagined, any of them other than ellie, who felt the ride home was excruciatingly long. the gates opened, people were met with the biggest of grins, the brightest of laughs, the adoration and pure awe of their bravery, how they had risked anything for their town again and again and yet the only thing ellie could focus on was your face. as always, maria shooed everyone away in seconds, telling them they stunk of something absurd that they were in desperate need of a shower which was merely a decoy, of course. she did this so the tired beings could simply go home, shower if they wished and if not then so be it, rest as best they could instead of being swarmed by doting smiles, as sweet as they were, they didn't seem so understanding when running on how much sleep they had been running on. 

home. something you had been in desperate need of, not an all-out giggling session with dina or a bear hug given by your absolute favourite hugger jesse, you needed home, with ellie. you were the first to reach your shared home, of course with your eagerness causing you to all but rush into the house, ellie hot on your heels but unfortunately not fast enough as you had been. she ignored the way the snow annoyingly crunched underneath her feet, she ignored the smell of her hoodie and the way her hair was falling out of her seemingly perfect half up half down do. she ignored everything so she could rush into the house right after you only with calm, gentle footsteps. careful not to upset you further. 

ellie was anything but soft, but with you, she was anything other than so. you were an angel, a princess in desperate need of worshiping, she'd offer everything she could and serve it to you on a golden platter. but she knew better, you'd simply swat the gold away to reach her own face. you were like that. you didn't care for any riches or gold, only for the love and adoration of one girl and one girl alone. ellie fucking williams. 

she reached the bedroom after you did, kicking her boots off in the hallway before she entered. she wasn't shocked to see you sitting on the bed already, your shoes neatly put beside one another at the foot of the bed, your knees up to your chest and your head laying on top of it, wishing on everything for the nagging pain in your head to subside. "hey, baby, it's okay. you're home." home. it did little to ease your nerves for you knew you were home already, before you had entered the building. you were home whenever you were with ellie but sometimes even she couldn't hide you away from the evil thoughts gracing your mind. "i've got you." so gently did she take your arms in her own. her lips gently kissed your neck, she didn't squeeze you like jesse did when he was excited, she took you in her arms and held you, not tight, gently and softly, a warm and homely place like no other. you couldn't hold it in anymore, not with her tender touch. you moved swiftly, hugging her back only tighter than before, your head burried into the crook of her neck. stressed hiccups leaving your lips. "c'mon baby, talk to me." with the softest voice she could muster. 

she hated to see you cry, hated to hear you cry, anything that involved your small tears dripping down your cheeks had her gut twisting in a horrid way. "i tried, i really tried." was all you could pant into her neck, all but sobbing straight onto her cotton hoodie. 

"and you did amazing, pretty girl." she knew it would help even if it was in the littlest way. " 'm so proud of you for being a good girl the whole time." but contrary to her words, you felt anything but a 'good girl'. 

you sniffled heavily, shaking your head in her embrace. you made a noise of disagreement. "no- i yelled at them and i didn't mean to- i didn't wanna be mean." guilt weighing you down even if you couldn't put it into the words you wished you could. 

you heard a tut from your girlfriend as her hands soothed your waist. "if you didn't say anything, i would've." she spoke tenderly, her lips coming to gently place against the crown of your hair. "when you think about it, you did them a favour, imagine i got to them, huh?!" with a small laugh she pulled away, wanting nothing more than to see your pretty face. "the sorry suckers would've been all the way in canada by now!" her lighthearted voice speaking as if you were a child but you didn't protest, quite the opposite actually, you felt merely soothed by it. "baby, you did the right thing, okay?" 

you sniffled yet nodded, despite the fact you didn't believe her. you didn't do the right thing, how could yelling ever be the right thing? you wanted so badly to put your guilt into words but you couldn't, it simply wasn't possible. "i hate feeling like this." you opted for, a break in your voice as you mumbled it out. 

overstimulation. you hated overtimulation. "i know, baby but you handled it so well, didn't you?" practically gushing over you as she pulled you closer to her further, you were practically sitting on her lap, your feet draped over the other side of her legs. "you were so brave, my brave girl." there was something about the fearless, powerful, courageous and valiant ellie williams calling you brave, nevertheless her brave girl that could only make your heart swoon. "c'mon why don't we get cleaned up?" 

and that was exactly what you did. you took turns showering, ellie being first and then you. you let the hot water hit your back, admittedly, too hot to be a normal shower. you knew that if ellie had saw you, had felt the temperature of the water, she surely would have had something to say, something to scold you about but ellie wasn't here now and you needed this. you needed the reminder that you were here, in your bathroom, without anyone else. you needed the reminder that you were home, that all the evil thoughts could leave because there was nothing wrong. ellie was outside the bathroom, picking a movie, and you were showering in the comfort of your own bathroom, you were safe. 

ellie had picked out your clothes, as she usually did. sometimes, you swore she thought you were a doll, one that she could dress, one she did the hair of, picked out what you ate, drank, one she could pick apart and get to know every square inch of. and if you were being honest with both her and yourself, you adored it more than anything in the entire world. you slipped your white long sleeved top over your head, ignoring the way it became very slightly see through due to the droplets of your hair, then slipping on one of ellie's pairs of boxers. you assumed that she thought it served well enough as a pants for she hadn't left anything else out for you to wear. 

you didn't mind, however, there was something about the way your slightly pink skin, still hot from the shower, the way your damp hair sat at your back and your smooth skin was on show that seemed so homely. you were comfortable here. you didn't have to worry for how ellie would react to your bare legs or your completely clean of make up face. ellie was like that, she made you feel so... sheltered, warm. 

when you exited you and ellie's shared bathroom, your eyes immediately flickered to your girlfriend, who was sat atop the large bed, fiddling with the projector. she looked up upon hearing your entrance. "hey, sweet girl." a goofy grin instantly falling on her lips. "nice shower?" 

you nodded your sleepy head as you took a seat on the bed next to your girlfriend. her hair had almost completely dried and you just now realised how unfair it was that she got to be in sweatpants and you didn't, a black tee falling across her figure. "which one did you pick?" you questioned as you let your head fall on the back of her shoulder, cheek squishing against her top to which she paid no mind to. 

"the swan princess." holding up a rather girly dvd packet. when she turned to look at you, she physically held in a coo at your figure, all cosy against her. 

you had to stop the small giggle leaving your lips. "you hate that movie." it was true. almost every time you watched the cartoon, she had something to say about derek's 'god awful haircut' or the fact that jean bob was the only good part of the entire movie, always stating that odette seemed rather suspicious, you always shrugged her off, of course. 

she looked at your face, skin slightly damp from your shower, cheeks flush and pink. she couldn't stop herself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your lips. "yeah but it's your favourite." she whispered, leaning back only slightly so that when her lips moved, they slightly brushed against your own. 

your smile widened if it were even possible. "i love you, els." the nickname falling from your lips so perfectly, ellie wished she could frame this moment into her mind forever. 

"i love you so much more, pretty girl." leaning in closer, if possible. 

your eyes glanced from her lips up to her eyes. "liar." a small giggle falling past your lips until hers were on yours once more. this kiss lasted longer than her usual peck, it was passionate, one that had your face falling backwards as she practically captured your lips as her own. she kissed you hard, though her hands kept at her sides, not moving for the pure bliss of the kiss was well enough. 

she pulled away for breath, your lips only chased hers for a second before you too leaned back for air. she grinned, looking into your eyes as if they were made of every star in the galaxy and you were her favourite constellation. how did she get so lucky? and she didn't mean it in the way many teens did, when they posted a picture of their girlfriend in full makeup, in a dress, stating they were the luckiest person on earth. no. ellie was truly lucky. beyond so. she would love you in any clothes, any light, any face, any body, and yet in front of her was the most unearthly ethereal girl she had ever laid eyes on. you were enchanting. "let's get this movie over with, yeah?" though she didn't truly hate the movie, despite her words. a massive grin splayed on her lips as she finally pulled away. she didn't fear you would leave, she didn't fear you would disappear and turn to dust. for the first time in her life, the 'fearless' girl wasn't scared. you were here. you weren't letting go. it was you and her until the very end, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. so she clicked on the start to the movie and laid back with peace playing about in her mind because she was here, with you, her angel, and that was how it would stay until all the stars in the galaxy burnt out and every constellation turned to a black dust. 

the night passed, as did the movie. ellie found herself grinning at the way you giggled at something speed had said, something you heard at least a thousand times and still found it funny. she couldn't help but smile down at you in so much adoration as your finger tips traced her tattoo on her arm. she couldn't help but melt into your touch as you cuddled against her, skin so soft and warm. 

the end credits rolled on faster than she had wished and yet she simply pushed her foot out to snap the 'stop' button on the projector, not bothering to move from her place on the bed with you. your eyes were closed, lashes hitting gently against your cheeks as you had wrapped yourself in her arm, cuddled as close as humanly possible. no matter how overwhelmed you could get, you always went back to her. it spoke so many words an action shouldn't have been able to do. "goodnight, princess." a kiss once again against the crown of your head. 

when she laid down into the blankets further, you moved yourself so you had cuddled her further, closer, relaxed breaths falling from your lips. "g'night." it was soft, gentle and caused her brows to furrow. she turned to peer at your face. you were fast asleep and yet managed to mumble out a barely coherent word. 

it was safe to say that night that ellie williams went to sleep with the gentlest and largest of simpers on her face known to man-kind. 

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[nagiseishirro]

— "Reo Nagi".

a reonagi fan fiction, if you couldn't tell, where nagi tries to buy a ring for reo.

pairings: mikage reo with nagi seishiro.

warnings: 1.1K word count, fluff, intended lower case, slight mention of reo in a wedding dress (nagi's thoughts), reonagi are alumni, proposal. it's fluff trust me :x

"bolded dialogue" = nagi's dialogue.

'what a hassle...' nagi thinks, but refuses to say aloud. because for reo, nothing is a hassle. because being with reo, isn't a hassle. because reo, is the furthest thing away from a hassle.

but everything else? nagi sighs internally—because it's a hassle to physically breathe harder. who knew buying a ring would be so difficult? should it be silver, or gold? plain, or fancy? cheap, expensive? matching or individual? the same shade as his skin or contrasting, elegant or simple, smooth or bumpy, with gems or withou—

"mister nagi?" he was harshly pulled out of his train of thoughts, but honestly, he couldn't be happier by it. thinking was too much of a hassle, he'd never had more than just video games or reo on his mind.

"mm?" nagi hums in response, the most efficient form of a reply. he needed to save energy to think. "have you made your choice?"

nagi sighs, mumbling out a soft "no..." to only receive a slightly impatient look on his attendant's face—nagi had been here for at least an hour. ...or three.

"this girl must be really important to you, for you to be slumping at the table for three hours straight? i bet a dime she's spending another three hours looking for wedding dresses on her part."

nagi almost choked. he'd completely forgot the people here were unaware he was dating a male, and a very attractive one at that. ...then again...

he stuffed his hands further into his pocket as if on cue, softly nestling the bottom half of his face into the collars of his hoodie in an attempt to hide the subtle flushes of red dusting his cheeks. "...yeah." nagi replied, pictures of his dear reo in a big puffy white dress brewing fresh in his brain. 'i've enough allowance for that.' nagi notes mentally for the first time ever.

he was pulled back into his train of thoughts, calculating the best fitting ring for reo through the process of elimination: silver, because reo has all the gold he could ever want. plain, because fancy is a daily occurrence in reo's life. cheapER, nagi needs money to buy that dress. matching, to remind reo that they're bound together. contrasting his skin shade, the world has to know he's taken. simple, this one's easy. and finally, smooth because one thing has to be straight.

nagi lifted a finger to point at two adjacent rings near the left of the glass box—one's a shining silver, simple, smooth, plain. and the other, the exact same. the best part? he didn't need to call reo for a loan.

"finally decided, i see?" the man looked like he could finally breathe, hands scrambling to collect the two solitaires.

the rings were tucked into a tiny white box each, both in the shape of a heart. nagi stuffed them into his pocket, "put them on my tab", and ran out.

83 messages from reo🤍💜.

there was a slight crinkle in the the corner of nagi's eyes—in the language of reading nagi, it's considered a smile.

—

nagi tapped his foot and fiddled with the rounded piece of alloy in his hoodie pocket, a little too much for his liking. it was draining his energy, and he needed that energy to down one knee for reo. he didnt like that he couldn't calm his veins.

"Seishiro!", was the voice that had nagi's head shooting up and forwards, to have him actually feel excitement in something. anything.

"reo!" nagi nudged forward just by the slightest centimetre. oops, he let his excitement slip. he gently dragged his thumb over what felt like a rough outline of a diamond in the rough.

"did you need something, sei?" reo flashed, curving his inner arm down to his abdomen and taking a playful bow. "i'm at your service, my treasure!"

'not that again...' nagi stuffed his face back into his collar, covering up the pink that lined his cheeks—but not the hue on his ears.

"....reo..." he mumbled. what was he so afraid of? "...i— wait, no. start over. ...um, reo... let's... let's—no, wait. again. i want reo to—wait, no, that doesn't sound right. reo, reo. reo reo reo reo...."

it was like watching nagi rehearse his lines in front of a mirror, taking the very big hassle of trying to perfect his tone when calling out reo's name. ...something he really, really, really should've done before asking to meet up.

"...sei...shiro..? are—"

"no, stop, don't say anything. ...um, yet. i need to think." nagi rambled on for about half a minute or so, incomprehensible string of syllables spewing out from his mouth faster than his fingers could tap on his phone. actually, maybe not as fast, but you get the point.

eventually, he ended up crashing down on the floor; on purpose. reo could've sworn his heart nearly hurled out his throat, but in all reality, it stopped beating for a second when his purple orbs landed on a silver, circular band mounting a perfectly cut diamond.

"...m— ....marry... me... ....reo."

nagi's head was tilted down, looking at the tread of the guy he had just proposed to's shoe. nagi was hardly interested in the pattern at all, but he really didn't want to look reo in the eye. ...then again, reo loves nagi. reo wouldn't reject him, right?

...

slowly, he tilted his head up, only to be met wide-eyed with a salty, familiarly warm feeling falling moist onto his cheek. nagi quickly stood up.

"re— reo..! wait, 'm sorry! if you don't want to it's totally fine with me, i didn't mean to— ommf...–"

the pressing warmth against his lips felt like drug to his senses. he'd been apart from it far too long. he wasn't even aware he'd missed this feeling so dang much.

reo slipped his hand into nagi's, gaps twining perfectly as his ring finger eased right into the ring nagi bought—it was the perfect size. reo was crying a little, but who wouldn't?

reo pulled away, the heat leaving both their lips had nagi in a small pout. "on one condition."

nagi's eyes widened, partly because he didn't think reo would actually accept, and also partly because he didn't think reo would agree on a condition—he thought he'd do it unconditionally! whatever, the moment's too good to think.

"i have to take your last name."

"mm." though, it did surprise nagi quite a bit. "...not quite how i envisioned it. i imagined that i'd be taking your name. Mikage Seishiro sounds nice."

"yeah, but Reo Nagi sounds better, right, my treasure?"

it really did.

"...okay, then... deal." this was the most energy he'd had ever poured into a nod. something tells reo that, the white haired genius would've accepted his offer anyway. and something tells the seishiro, that, reo would've accepted his proposal unconditionally.

┈

"...also, can you wear this at the wedding?" seishiro hands a bag to reo—a bag with puffy, white laces of a dress sticking out the top.

[vensionwithvox]

as someone who is aroace, ive always felt less than human. one of the most prominent aspects of my identity has got to be my aromanticism. the asexuality is definitely there, but it isnt much of a burden to me than the fact that im romance repulsed. mainly because im in my teenage years, and romance is a popular topic amongst my peers at this time around. im constantly surrounded by people who all collectively have one thing on their minds: love. sometimes it feels like everyone around me is brainwashed, with myself being the only exception. its alienating, to say the least. to simply be myself, which is why, when i figured out that i was aroace a few years ago, i couldnt help but be in extreme denial about the reality of it all. i forced myself into relationships at the cost of my sanity. i genuinely believed that if i tried hard enough, changed to the point where i couldnt recognize myself anymore, then it would all work out in the end, so i forced feelings that were never there to begin with and got exactly what i deserved. not only did i hurt myself, but i also hurt those closest to me in the process. even labeling them as ‘relationships’ would be a lie, because if anything, they were failed experiments to see if i could muster up the slightest ounce of love. my selfishness was my own demise. i just couldnt accept that i was defective in a way. if everyone else was born with the ability to love, then why cant i? what makes me different? i didnt want to be different. i just wanted to be normal. and yes, im fully aware that love takes on multiple forms; its not restricted to only romance, but keep in mind that im also aplatonic. love is a basic fundamental of our everyday lives, but not for me.

note: this is my own individual experience. its harsh, but its the truth. also, i didnt expect my first post to be so personal right off the bat, but im currently holding a grudge against society right now.

[bowsbar]

ideal tacomic to me is Pits in both of their stomachs manifested as thoughts of one another they cant erase no matter how much they try to move on,theey repress them for different reasonts though.To me its like.

Mic represses them bc she haets taco and just wants to move on with her life-To stop thinking about her shitty decisions during her time in the competition. she hates that she still thinks about taco allathis time later when shes in a much better place both physically and mentally

taco represses them bc she does not know what to do with them and in true taco fashion if u dont knpw how to handle your feelings just bottle them up forever (Guatanteed to work)(TRUST ME). she has 0 outlet no mepad doesnt count bc that out let is microphone and mic has made it clear she wants nothing to do with taco. Which taco will adhere to bc i think she respects mic more than she respects herself, which,In and of itself is not a very high bar to clear bc taco is filled to the brim with self loathing (and lettuce and taomato) so she would respect mics boundaries...and just rot.

in the neural network time line i nmy head theres some point along it where taco DOES try to reconcile with mic!but it doesnt end well. mic tells her to leavee her alone. dont talk to me? (sighs) do whatever schemes you gotta do but leave me out of them, okay? i want nothing to do with you anymore. fnd taco goes Ok bchwat else is she suppsoed to say to that.NO? she might try to push back in a fit of desperation upon seeing how the meeting is going (diseasedly) getting real vulenerable which would make anyone who has even the slightest intnetion of giving taco another chance fold but mic isnt like other girls and has a sense of self preservation. in an attempt of pushing for closure taco ends up pushing mic further away than she already was, which already seemed impossible (reached the limit, apparently not). when taco sees that shes done the impossible + the futility of this meeting has fully shown itself to her thats when she dips (sih of relief from mic)(proceeds to punch a hole in the wall bc watching her leave hurt for a reason she knows but doesnt want to acknowledge)

taco then doesnttt try again. tying in with her perceived incapability of starting over. welp it didnt work theres no reason to ever try again haha shucks gues thems the breaks for me or whatever british version that translates to. she has maybe one more shot with pickle and if that goes well (hmm) then theres a crumb of hope for happy tacomic ending? pickle speaks good on taco and plants that seed of forgiveness in mic to unwind those tangled roots of hatred and spite in her stomach that have knotted over so much time. but in order for anything to come of that taco would have to come face to face with mic again and i think shed rather die

[hostilemuppet]

wait what did dream do to make you say he should kill himself? i wasn’t ever into dsmp but i’m nosy

two main things are:

inappropriate with fans. people bring up the "disproven grooming accusations" (iirc, there were FIVE girls who accused him, and he only acknowledged two in his "debunking" video, which he spent half on speedrunning and gumball waterson) all the time but thats not it. "parasocial" has become a bit of a buzzword that means nothing anymore, but its impossible to overstate how much he fosters that sort of relationship with his fans. everything from "selling his baby photos to his most dedicated fans" to "joining fan group chats to talk about feet pics". plus, whenever he gets called out for doing something bad he ends his tweets with "love you guys" bc he knows his fans will believe it

the way he treated his coworkers (not "friends". friends dont treat each other like that). it came out recently that he was genuinely borderline abusive to tommy, who was 16 when dream was 21, to the point tommys friend phil (at the time was 32) had to step in. tommy said he had to write in his diary to "not provoke dream, its not worth it, it makes me sad" and jack (like a year or two older than tommy) says that he "fucking hates dream". dream also frequently took credit for his coworkers accomplishments, especially tommy. you might have seen this tweet?

this was because dream was taking credit for tommys success and phil had to step in bc tommy messaged him saying that he was worried dream was genuinely mad at him. after this dream said it was "just a joke" but i think its bc he just realised he had nothing on philza

theres other stuff (he was blackmailing punz and since everyone also hates punz literally no one cares about how that almost definitely means he was blackmailing others) but these are the two main reasons hes an awful person who doesnt deserve the platform he constantly misuses. its hard to explain what exactly hes been up to the past 4 years but trust me in that my hatred of him was hard earned. i used to think "he may be a bit annoying but he doesnt deserve being demonised by the internet to this level", i even liked watching the manhunts at one point! i was on his side! he proved he did not deserve the benefit of the doubt. everything from his treatment of other creators (not even just his friends! his infamous buildmart rant where he decided to insult grian despite him having nothing to do with his tantrum just bc hes good at buildmart and dream was too much of a pussy ass baby to place some goddamn blocks in the game all about placing fucking blocks NOT EVERY GAME IS GONNA BE PVP YOU BITCH) to the way hed interact with anyone saying even the slightest bad thing about him (he qrtd a teenager with like 100 followers saying they didnt like his plushies to his account followed by TWO MILLION PEOPLE) and allowing his fans to attack them (something OTHER CREATORS have told him to stop doing! like BITZEL, who was then also attacked (racially! bitzel is a brown man and dreams fans were being extremely racist to him for daring to call dream irresponsible!) after dream went on a whole rant about how "if i went to a coffee shop and the barista spit in my drink, im gonna say something to the manager and its not my fault if they get fired" (not at all the equivalent you freak)

anyway. i hate him a lot