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tendermimi · 8 months

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oh my god mitski

#hi tumblr long time no see!#just back to talk about the album #oh my god #going insane #YOU BELIEVED ME LIKE A DOG I BETRAY YOU LIKE A MAN #WAKE UP GIRLS NEW MITSKI DOG METAPHOR JUST DROPPED #I’m your man is literally making me insane

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rotisseries · 3 months

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someone on tiktok needs to make an I'm your man + not strong enough mashup I just had the worst idea on EARTHHHH

#“you're an angel‚ I'm a dog. or you're a dog and I'm your man. you believe me like a god‚ I betray you like I am” vs #“always an angel never a god”#ooh the way “not strong enough to be your man” could also connect.... but I'm focused on always an angel never a god

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merevide · 8 months

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#you believed me like a god. i destroy you like i am. i'm sorry i'm the one you love.#no one will ever love me like you again. so when you leave me. i should die. i deserve that. don't i?#you believed me like a god. i betray you like a man.#ohhhh my god. oh my god.#I THOUGHT I WAS DOING OKAY. guess not. the dogs barking in the bg too. and then WHINING. i need a min #mitski #my text #Spotify

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redstrewn · 8 months

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Sorry music anon again,, pls look at Mitski’s I’m your man its so Leander coded its killing me

GWAARGRGGRGRHRHRGRGRGGRGRGRGGRGRGHRGRHHR

THESE LYRICS GO SO HARD ITS SO HIS THEMES I SINK MY TEETH

#THAN K YOU FOR SHARJNG #SORRY I DONT HAVE MORE TO SAY BUT FR. THE LYRICS SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES. god vs man vs dog. HEELLLLOOOOO #“one day you'll figure me out” MMMMM FIRST IMPRESSIONS FADE DONT THEY just like a floeer #flower*#“you believe me like a god. i betray you like a man” AAAARRGHH AAAGGGHH IM TEARING THIS FUCKING PLACE APART /POS #redstrewn leandering #music #musa

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hella1975 · 8 months

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'hella new mitski album!!' 'hella thoughts on the new mitski album?' 'hella there's dog motif!' 'hella have you listened to im your man yet?' 'how do you feel about im your man hella?' YOU ALREADY KNOW IM UNWELL ABOUT IT. STOP ASKING

#WHAT THE FUCKKK WAS SHE THINKING WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE WRITE THIS FOR WHTA TTEHFUCK #DOG MOTIF. RELIGIOUS IMAGERY. YOU BELIEVE ME LIKE A DOG ILL BETRAY YOU LIKE A MAN #WHO LET HER RELEASE THIS. JAIL TIME. THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF JAIL TIME. PUT THE PEN DOWN #i cannot actually express how insane i am about this #it's like she dipped her hands into my brain and SQUISHED and all the juices are dripping to the floor and making a mess #one of the top mitski songs of all time im saying it. sorry but it's there #mitski

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moonbeam-fox · 3 months

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One day you'll figure me out

I'll meet judgement by the hounds

#mitski #I'm your man #you're an angel #I'm a dog #or you're a dog and I'm your man #you believe me like a god #i betray you like i am #Spotify

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cliveguy · 8 months

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Huge day for redacted enjoyers

#you believed me like a god i betray you like a man. well!#THANK U FOR THE DOG SONG.

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luveline · 8 months

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WOULD LOOOVE to see badass reader get jealous over someone flirting with spencer

ty for requesting ♡ —spencer reassures you when he catches the eye of a receptionist at the ocean city precinct. fem!reader, 1.3k

Hotch lives on coffee lately. Any type from any source, he doesn't care what it tastes like so long as it keeps him awake. You're similar, in that even if you hated it, you'd keep it to yourself.

But you're frowning in disgust at your cup. Eyebrows wrinkled, lips in a fierce line. Hotch sighs and puts his hand on the back of your chair. "Are you alright?" he asks.

You've never told him otherwise. "Fine. Thank you."

"There's water in my bag," he offers. You won't meet his eyes. You probably have a headache. "And aspirin."

For as long as he's known you and worked with you, you've been as you are now, quiet, stern, with little sense of humour at work and not much more outside of it. The only evidence of your soft heart is how you work like a dog, and how you treat your coworker, Spencer. He's your achilles heel, your tender spot in all the tough scarring. Hotch knows there's nothing anyone can do to make you feel better if they aren't him.

Hotch turns on the spot to look for him. The case you're working on here in Maryland has hit a lul, and exhausted faces peek out from behind their desks at Hotch's looking. He searches for the short mop of brown hair that's required and finds it in an unusual place.

Spencer has been waylaid by a receptionist. Glimmering eyes, shiny silver fingernails that tap the desk in front of her as she speaks, the receptionist clearly has Spencer hanging on. He takes a step back and she doubles down, her storytelling audible from across the room.

"You'll have to see it for yourself, Dr. Reid, it's a sight!"

Hotch looks at you from the corner of his eye. "I see."

"Don't know what you're talking about," you mutter. You stand and tip your coffee into the bin, letting the cup fall in after it morosely.

"Why don't you go and help Reid?" Hotch asks.

"Help Reid what?" you ask. Your tone betrays you —jealousy, sure, that slight crisp to your words that must hurt on the way out, but worse is the weakness as your sentence ends. You're jealous, and it's upsetting you. "I don't think I want to help him with that."

Derek swings into the sequestered space you've been using to operate and beams at you like he knows exactly what you're thinking.

"Isn't it surprising how quiet he can be? Years of catching bad guys and he can't say no to a pretty woman," Derek says, giving you a knowing look.

You and Derek have a half-hearted rivalry in that he loves to flirt and you disapprove. Your soft spot extends solely to Spencer no matter how hard Derek tries to sway you, though as you and Spencer have gotten closer, you've softened.

Hotch thinks that Derek's teasing might erase any progress that's been made.

"Morgan," he says reproachfully.

Derek makes a who, me? face but quickly gives in. "Why don't you go save him?" he asks you.

"He doesn't need saving. Spencer is a grown man who can make his own choices," you say quietly.

Hotch bites his tongue. Thankfully, Derek speaks up, without any teasing. "Spencer's been expected to know how to do things without any help since he was a kid. I really think he just doesn't know how to walk away."

You look down at your hands. Hotch has been doing his job for a long time, and he can guess what you're thinking from a misaligned finger. You don't feel like you measure up to the woman at reception. You're insecure about Spencer's affection for you, because you can't understand why he likes you so much to begin with. Hotch has thought it about Haley, Derek of Savannah. It's a very human doubt.

"Spencer tends to stand straight," Hotch says, bringing the lip of his paper cup up. "Right now, he's leaning away."

It's in as simple terms as he can put it without outright telling you that he really, truly believes that Spencer wouldn't bother with anyone who isn't you. That Spencer loves you in the young, all encompassing way, even though neither of you seems to have realised the depth of it yet.

Confident, no air of the girl frowning down at her hands, you leave the nook to approach Spencer from behind.

"Hi," Hotch hears you say, "you okay?"

Spencer visibly relaxes. "Hey, I'm fine. Uh, Y/N, this is Anabelle. Annabelle, this is my partner, Y/N."

"Partner?" Derek asks.

It's news to Hotch. Perhaps news to you, if the way you take his hand is any hint. It's like you've never held it before, and Hotch knows you have, he's seen you linking pinkies under tables.

You strangle his fingers with yours. Spencer doesn't move an inch.

"She was just telling me about the sightseeing you can do here. Have you ever seen the world's longest worm on a string?" he asks you.

"Hi, Annabelle," you say, turning to Spencer with poorly masked whiplash. "We're gonna try narrowing the search radius."

"Oh, right." Spencer lets go of your hand in favour of putting a hand behind your shoulder, saying his thank yous and goodbyes to Annabelle before guiding you back to the makeshift BAU base camp. "What took you so long?"

"What took me so long?" you ask.

"I thought you liked me!" Spencer says, teasing, his voice pitching higher. "I didn't know how to tell her I've already read the pamphlet she was quoting. She seemed nice though, right?"

"She seemed nice, Spence," you agree, a little wobbly still but a thousand times less sullen than before. "I– of course I like you, you know I like you. Right?"

Hotch is proud of Spencer for how remarkably he responds. Spencer puts his body between you and Hotch and Derek where they're standing to offer you the privacy you prefer, dropping his voice to match your tentativeness. "Yeah, I know. I was kidding. I think they'd have to reassess my position on this team if I didn't know that." He grabs your arm, thumb pressing into the crook of your elbow. "Are you okay?"

"I thought maybe she was flirting with you."

Spencer shrugs uneasily. "Maybe. It wouldn't make a difference to me. Do you know that?"

Your head dips down. Hotch can't hear what you say, honestly, he doesn't want to know. Eavesdropping on the people he cares about in their unhappy moments isn't something he makes a habit of, but it's hard not to hear Spencer's response. "Don't say that," he murmurs. "That's not true… We'll talk about it later, okay?"

You clear your throat. "Yeah. Whatever you want."

Derek doesn't hide that he's been listening very well, pulling a crime scene document up to his eye line as you and Spencer pull apart. Your eyebrows furrow into a glare, but it's Spencer who says, "What?"

Hotch bites back a smile. Derek grins and holds his hands up in surrender.

"Just nice to see you taking care of my favourite girl," he smarms.

"Stop. You're extremely unprofessional," Spencer says, helping you into your seat unnecessarily.

"And you're not?" Derek asks, gesturing to his hand where it lingers behind your shoulders.

You finally chip in, apparently back to your regular self. "Only one of us was responsible for a unit wide HR mandate about inappropriate behaviour."

"You cannot keep bringing that up."

"Why not?"

Hotch takes a sip of his tepid coffee. He'd rather not get involved.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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soap-ify · 4 months

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nsfw , minors dni.

YOU'RE AN ANGEL, I'M A DOG | simon riley x reader | a series.

MASTERLIST — ao3

synopsis — sweet things like you aren't meant for dirty dogs like him. simon always knew that, yet he still indulged.

tags / cw — smut 18+, angst, unrequited feelings (or is it?), situationship at first, simon is a bit of an asshole (a bit more than 'a bit'), reader has bad anxiety, simon's mental state (i think it should be in the tags), hurt/no comfort, the comfort will come slowly, graphic violence, mentions of simon's past . . more tags will be added as the fic progresses.

☆ reader written with afab anatomy but gender neutral terms. also there won't be any taglists since i don't do taglists!

CHAPS.

01 — or you're a dog and i'm your man. (20.12)

02 — you believe me like a god, i destroy you like i am. (23.12)

03 — i'm sorry i'm the one you love. (04.01)

04 — so when you leave me, i should die. (22.01)

05 — i'll meet the judgement by the hounds. (21.02)

06 — you believe me like a god, i betray you likea man.

(more will be added)

EXTRA.

panties shopping with simon.

#soap-ify navigation #soap-ify masterlist #yaaiad : masterlist #ghost x reader

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lainsshop · 3 months

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I’m Your Man ୨ৎ

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: angst(?), established relationship, out of character(?) n probably more..

Song: I’m Your Man - Mitski

A/N: i really don’t know about this one.. give me your thoughts tho!

Alastor is known as a huge narcissist, sure but you were the only one who got to see the “real” him, not only the real murderous side of him but also the soft spot he has for you. You made him feel.. weak?

Ever since you two got together, he view you as you were apart of him like an accessory but also much more than that, his lover. He absolutely adored you, you really accepted his flaw self even if he doesn’t admit he doesn’t have flaws.

He never wanted to admit to so many things cause he believes one second of him showing his weak self will make his enemies aware of that and it will put him and yourself in even more danger.

You were also the only one who got to see him in a vulnerable state, which is rare to be honest. Maybe he doesn’t wanna worry you, he really doesn’t but every time he’s in that state he would always come to you and you will listen to his words.

“You’re an angel, I’m a dog,” He started to slowly say as you two were in the hotels library. The door was locked, the sound of rain and fire cracking could be heard and a sweet slow tune next to you as you play with his hair and ears carefully.

“… or your dog and I’m your man.” There was times were he gets.. poetic in some way. Luckily, you knew what the meaning of his words meant.

He didn’t looked at you in the eyes. “You believe me like a God,” He continued. “I’ll destroy you like I am-” Oh, he could. He could easily hurt you in a second, he doesn’t tho. You being so near to him is like a risk to both of you cause he never hesitates to do anything. Like that night..

“I’m sorry I’m the one you love..” You see, you two met when you were alive, you were a lil bit younger than him by that time and he involved you into his weird habits like killing people, cannibalism, so much more and then your death..

Deep down, he blamed himself for that. That night, he took you into the woods to hide a body, usually it went well but then you guys got mistaken as a deer and the hunter got you first.. he looked at you dead body and then- he woke up in hell.

He couldn’t even process what happened in that exact moment so when he appeared in hell, he wasn’t surprised at all but then he remembered you. He genuinely thought you went to heaven but then again.. you helped him so he looked around.

“No one will ever love me like you again, my dear,” He finally looked at you as he grabbed you hand and gave it a small kiss. “So when you leave me, I should die.. I deserve it, don’t I?”

You froze a bit at that. You looked at him with a surprised, shocked and worried expression. “Al-” “I can feel it gettin’ near like flashlights comin’..” You wanted to tell him how much you meant you him, how even if he’s not the affectionate type or how much of a bad he is, you still loved him ever since the day you met but-

“One day, you’ll figure me out..” There was apart him that you really didn’t knew and he feared that. He feared that one day you’ll know more about him, more deeper about him and leave him. You knew his murderous way, yes but do you actually?

“I’ll meet judgement by the hounds,” A silent scratchy static could be heard as he said the last word. He was still smiling as he spoke.

“You always gave me love, you were never to blame after all, mon ange..” He looked at you with a bit of sad soft eyes as he cups your cheek and his thumb strokes your under eye.

The sudden sound of dogs start to appear outside in the rain. You two looked at each other as you had watery eyes trying not to get emotional or anything. There was silence between you two until-

“You believe me like a God-” A tear fell down your cheek. You suddenly hug him, not too tight, just enough to show him that you cared about him and you didn’t care how he really is.

He started to caress your hair. “I’ll betray you like a man.”

#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 9 months

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not to undermine the emotional significance of the title on probably dozens of blackhands spotify playlists but tbh. imo. if i may.

to me, izzy’s “you told me that above all else is loyalty to my captain” reads exactly like how fang saying “you told me that the love of a pet makes a man weak” in e6 reads. which is that Blackbeard is ed’s worksona, a front he puts on to portray himself as a badass legendary masculine caricature, so sometimes ed says some random shit that sounds kinda ominous and edgy just to keep up appearances.

like in e6, ed barely even remembers saying that shit about loving a pet. the reason he gives for not letting fang keep the dog is that pets make the ship dirty. but disliking mess is not cool/badass/manly enough for The Legendary Blackbeard, so what he said to fang at the time was some bullshit about how having pets is for pussies or whatever. and you know that what he said is bullshit bc he barely remembers saying it. the dialogue and the acting in that scene all imply that the whole “the love of a pet makes a man weak” thing was literally just ed talking out of his ass.

so like. to ME it seems really likely that ed telling izzy “above all else is loyalty to your captain” was ed finding a way to say “a big part of your job is not betraying me” but in a way that sounded cool. and he wasn’t invested in it sounding cool bc izzy’s promotion was a particularly important moment to ed, he wanted it to sound cool for the same reason he needed his “no pets allowed” policy to sound cool. the facade of The Legendary Blackbeard wasn’t just for ed’s enemies, ed needed his crew to believe in it, too.

in the very first episode, buttons tells us that traditionally, pirate captains maintain the respect and obedience of their crew by successfully portraying themselves as tough, badass, manly. ed’s done this by building his reputation as a genius sailor and bloodthirsty killer, and for years he’s most likely had to interact with his crew in a way that supports that reputation.

tl;dr “above all else is loyalty to your captain” was most likely ed making up some manly-sounding bullshit to keep up appearances in the same way that “the love of a pet makes a man weak” was clearly just him talking out of his ass

#please for the love of god nobody get mad about this stupid post about silly gay pirates i am begging you #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #edward teach #ed teach #edward teach born on a beach #txt #meta #mine #og #s1e01 #s1e06 #s1e09

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elysianeclipxe · 9 months

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layla or me | sim jaeyun

genre/au: fluff, friends to lovers?? // warnings: jake being jelly, semi-insecure thoughts, flirty stuff // wc: 0.8k // pairing: jake x reader // net: @hyfenet

summary: what happens when jake gets replaced.. by his own dog? spoiler alert, he's not happy about it at all

sidenote: this has been stuck in my head for the past few days, apparently being on a break does not mean that ideas will not fuel my head lol

You have seen many cute sights before, but none can top what you are seeing right now. It was a general fact that your boyfriend, Jake, was the human version of a golden retriever. He's kind, trustworthy, reliable, and extremely sweet – with his acts of service, active smiles, and the constant need for affection. That's just who he is. And right now is just.. so him.

"No fair! Layla's been on your lap, hogging all the cuddles for the past 2 hours! When am I gonna get my turn?" You laughed at his whines, watching him sit at the other end of the couch with his arms crossed. He pouted even more at the sound of your laughter. It really wasn't fair for him.

"What? I've missed her so much, plus she misses me too. I need to give her some much needed attention."

He frowned at your answer, "what about my need for your attention?!"

"You saw me yesterday! I haven't seen Layla in forever!"

"That was yesterday! I had practice today since early morning and haven't seen you since. That felt like forever to me!" Jake pushed himself off the couch and marched over to his room with occasional huffs leaving his lips.

You sighed with a smile and carefully moved Layla over. You pushed yourself off the couch as well and followed a couple of steps right behind Jake. He sat on the bed and turned his back to you making you giggle at the silly action. I guess he really was upset, though, not so much of course.

Oh well, looks like you're gonna have to fix this. You climbed onto his bed and nudged him with your finger. Poke. Poke. Poke, until he turned to face you, sadness in his eyes.

"I cannot believe that you're jealous of your own dog. Jake, come on, don't be upset." You said to break the tension.

"How am I not supposed to be upset over this? Can't believe that I'm being betrayed by my best friend and my own dog."

"In what way am I betraying you?" From what you remember you never did anything that could possibly betray him.

"You chose Layla over me. In my eyes that's betrayal. Don't get me wrong, I love that you love her.. it's just.." Jake looked down and fiddled with the rings on his fingers. Man, how was he supposed to say this without sounding like a child. "I need my time with you too. Am I gonna get less time with you, since she's your favourite now?"

He glanced over at you only to see you smiling brightly at him. He nibbled on his bottom lip in embarrassment. Jealous over his own dog, how immature. The male was ready to change the topic until his body was tackled by yours causing the two of you to flop on the bed.

"Ughhh stop being so cute!! Jake, nobody can replace you as my favourite. Not even Layla." You beamed at him and gently took his hands into yours. You felt a little bad that he felt so strongly about it. The idea of him caring so much over his cuddle time with you made you warm. "I'm sorry if I took a bit far."

He shook his head and told you, brows furrowed, "you don't need to say sorry. I was just being silly over something so little."

"No, you weren't." You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. The feeling of his body relaxing in your arms and the warmth that surrounded you when he wrapped his arms around you too, it felt so natural like it did everyday.

After what felt like hours you slowly pull away and see that his face has eased up after the cuddle session. "There, all better. Now, can you forgive me?"

His smile was bright.. a total opposite to his words, "no. You need to do something else to make me forgive you. You hurt my feelings." You scoffed at his words and asked him what he wanted you to do as compensation.

Jake raised his hand and softly held your chin, his eyes flickering over your lips. "You could kiss me."

What? Just… just what — did he actually just say that? An awkward laugh escaped your mouth in reply, "Haha, very funny, what a nice joke." You tried your best to seem as cool and casual about it. He's probably just joking to get back at you.

"It's not a joke though." He smirked at your face and leaned in closer to your face. The distance between you two is getting smaller and smaller. Is this the same Jake who was upset and jealous over his dog a while ago?

"What do you say?" He asked in a whisper. You could feel his breath graze your lips. Too close.

"Are you still going to choose Layla over me? Or, are you gonna kiss me?"

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sydsaint · 3 months

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Can you please write about this idea. Y/n (adam Cole’s sister) tries to stop adam from hurting mjf because she fallen in love with max.

Babygirl better come back from injury soon! I miss him <3

Summary: The reader is Adam Cole's younger sister whom has developed feelings for Max. When she finds out Adam means to stab Max in the back she's determined to put a stop to it before Max gets hurt.

When you accidently found the Devil mask tucked away in Adam's bags you didn't want to believe what you saw. Adam and Max have become so close. Adam wouldn't betray him like that, would he? But deep down you know your brother.

Yes. Yes he would.

You tried to reason with Adam. Plead with him to forger this convoluted revenge plot and leave Max be. But if Adam Cole is one thing, it's a stubborn bastard.

So here you are, running around backstage at Worlds End in a frantic search to find Max while also avoiding your brother, Wardlow, Roderick, Matt, and Mike.

"Hey sorry, has anyone seen Max?" You ask the same question to everyone that you come across.

But the champ is seemingly nowhere to be found. And he isn't answering any of your calls or texts.

"No, sorry, I haven't seen Max today." The backstage crew member shakes her head at you.

You nod and continue down the hall. You round the corner and spot Wardlow on the prowl for you. "YN!" Wardlow spots you and lurches forward after you.

"Fuck you!" You growl and reel back out of his grip.

"Adam is looking for you, come on." Wardlow tries to reason with you all the while stalking you into a corner. "Please don't make me chase you."

You keep walking backwards and think about a way to get around the large man looming in front of you. "Screw you, Michael." You scowl at him. "I won't let you hurt Max. He doesn't deserve this!" You scold him.

"Max doesn't deserve it?" Wardlow laughs. "YN, come on. Don't tell me that he managed to manipulate you so easily?" He asks you.

"He's not like that anymore." You insist. "He's changed."

Your back hits the wall and Wardlow grabs ahold of your arm. You try and pull it away from him but his grip is set in stone. "Come on. I'll carry you if I have to. Adam just wants to talk." He warns you.

"I can walk." You huff, knowing that you can't get away now.

Wardlow pushes you forward and leads you down to the locker room. He shoves you inside where the rest of the group is waiting.

"YN, there you are." Adam greets you. "Thanks, Wardlow." He nods to his new guard dog.

"You're a bitch. And a coward." You grit your teeth at your brother. "Max trusts you! And you're betraying him." You cross your arms over your chest in frustration.

Adam scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. "Please. Like Max wasn't planning to do the same to me when he had the chance."

Adam tasks Mike and Matt with keeping you on a leash while he enacts his plans. The main even of Worlds End comes and Samoa Joe holds up his end of the bargain. Max loses his title belt and Adam comes out to console him. You are forced into the locker room and locked inside for the time being.

"No! Fuck, come on!" You begin shouldering the door open as soon as Adam and his goons are gone.

It takes you some time, and does some serious damage to your shoulder. But you manage to get the door open and make a b-line for the ring. When you arrive Adam is being held down by the masked goons, Max suffering the same fate.

"Max!" You scream as loud as you can as you run down the ramp. "Max! No! Don't listen to him!" You shout.

One of the masked men, Wardlow by the size of him, grabs your arm and stops you just outside the ring. He throws a gloved hand over your mouth and stops you from saying anything else and spoiling all of your brothers fun.

The lights in the arena go out and Wardlow lets you go. But it's too late. You scramble around in the dark but when the lights come back on Adam is free and ready to shatter Max's life.

"Adam?" Max stares at Cole with a heartbroken look on his face and your own heart shatters.

Adam and his buddies begin attacking Max and you jump into the ring to try and help him. But what are you against four grown men that are all more than twice your size. Adam finishes his assault and exits the ring with his new friends, leaving Max in a heap on the mat.

"Max! Max, no! Max, please be alright!" You move like lightening across the mat and over to Max's body.

"YN?" Max moves slowly into a hunched position.

Your chest burns and you feel tears prick your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You cry. "I-i-I tried to stop them." You insist. "Please, I didn't know until a few hours ago. I-i-i tried."

"It's alright." Max musters up an exhausted reply. "I believe you." He assures you.

You attempt to collect yourself and help Max to his feet. You help him up and backstage where some trainers are waiting to see him. You stay by Max's side the whole way until the trainers are letting him head back to the hotel for the night. You can't leave him now. You won't. Not after your brothers betrayal.

Once Max is free to go the two of you finally get a chance to really talk about what happened.

"Max, I am so sorry." You start to apologize for Adam again. But Max cuts you off by pulling you into his chest with an almost crushing hug.

"Thank you so much, YN." Max gushes, his voice cracking in the process.

You're a bit shocked as Max crushes you into his chest, his head buried in your hair. "Thank me? For what?" You push off of him after a moment.

"Thank you for not leaving me." Max explains. "I don't know if I could have survived knowing you hate me too. Not you." He admits. "You...YN, you're special. I-I love you."

Your eyes widen in surprise at Max's confession and a surge of confidence urges you forward. "I love you too." You damn near leap into his waiting arms. "And we'll get Adam. And your title back from Joe. They don't deserve you, Max. No one does."

"You do." Max replies with a small smile. "It's just you and me now. Are you alright with that?" He asks you wearily, not wanting to put yo in harms way, but not wanting to force you to stay either.

"I'm in it till the end, Friedman." You giggle and kiss him. "I'm alright with playing Devil's advocate."

#wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew x reader #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #mjf x reader #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #syd's wrestling fics

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animentality · 4 months

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this might be a little bit dark? but im lowkey interested in a reversal of the pre-brain damage durge promising to kill gortash in the end and gortash taking comfort in that, with a post-brain damage redemption-path durge who is tired of fighting, tired of wading through their broken empty brain, tired of accidentally hurting people, and who doesn't feel strong enough to resist bhaal, going to gortash's office in wyrms rock alone to purposefully goad him into killing them.

cause at this point they think their death is the only way they'll be free of bhaal, and they just want it to be over. and they might not remember gortash, but if they could at least die by the hand of someone (maybe the only one) who actually knew the real them from before their incident, well. that would be a lot nicer than letting orin hack them up or something.

(as for whether or not gortash notices that durge is not really fighting back? would he stop the battle if he suspected there was more to durge's "betrayal" than it seemed? would he shrug off their lack of fight as a symptom of their brain damage and see it through anyway? hmm)

what if i kill myself then what, anon

you've poisoned my brain, anon, thanks! THANKS A LOT.

Brain damage for Christmas...

Fuck.

That's such delicious angst, I could gnaw on its bones for years. Just the idea of the Dark Urge giving up...because they can't atone, and they can't forgive themselves, and they don't think they deserve to be alive anymore, but they won't just let themselves die at the hands of Orin, because she doesn't get that reward, for betraying them...

But Gortash? The first man who thought of them as something more than a rabid beast to be put down? Who saw them as a person, admired them, maybe loved them?

Death at his hands would be appropriate. It might even be comforting. They had promised they would kill him, in another life. It would only be fair, for him to kill them now.

Save himself, from them, right?

As in game...well.

You can't save him from yourself.

ARGH, and if Gortash thought you might be letting him kill you...well.

Truthfully, I suppose, he might just take advantage. Remove you as a threat and not question why you've allowed him to.

But since we serve nothing but delusions in the house of durgetash...

I want to believe that he'd notice immediately, and be furious.

Like fight back.

Why aren't you fighting back?

What's happened to you?

I will not fight you like this. I won't let it end like this.

You are too important to me, to simply slaughter like a dog, you're not Orin. Tell me what's wrong.

And then it becomes a pre-murder therapy session, where he tries to convince you to kill him wholeheartedly... get your mojo back, Durgy.

Heh heh.

But seriously.

Oh, this angst...is delicious.

I'm chewing on the bones, anon, I love this. I LOVE it.

#dark urge #durgetash #enver gortash #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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tojifile · 11 months

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Dazai Osamu: Masquerade

Genre: Angst

No— no, not Yes dearer than you. (Fyodor's version)

(｡ŏ﹏ŏ) PM!Dazai x gn!reader inspired by Dangerously Yours Masquerade & junosmindpalace

A cold, damp, and busy night. The streets of Yokohama were bustling with vendors, tourists, and locals. The night Dazai ran away from the mafia, the night he turned his back on you.

As glad as you are that he was willing to change the path set for him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal that he just ran.

The moment you had heard of Oda's death and Dazai's disappearance your heart shattered. You had led the clean-up where Oda died, making sure he was given a proper burial.

That night you went all around Yokohama, looking for Dazai. You found him in the Mimic's base. You would've thought he'd be at the bar, the same bar he had gone to with Oda and Ango. 'To the stray dogs!' They used to say. Now they've strayed far away.

You approached Dazai from behind. He was standing behind a window; looking at the moonlit sky. As you stood next to him you noticed a faint smile on his face. "Look darling, a shooting star! Did you wish?" He spoke softly. You knew from his tone and actions what this entailed; he was leaving.

The shooting star perfectly reflected onto his dark eyes. "I didn't have time.." You mumbled quietly. "Hm? Then there is something you wish for." He spoke as he faced you. You nodded softly "Yes.." You mumbled again. "What is it that you wish for?" He asked "I wish we were two other people. Two other people who needn't say goodbye." You replied with a melancholic tone as you looked at the night sky with a soft smile on your face and an arrow through your heart.

"Perhaps it can be that way." He spoke as he kept his gaze on you. "You know it can't be that way." Your expression hadn't changed, a faux sense of happiness filled your body.

He moved closer to you, holding your chin with his fingers to make you face him "Come with me, please." You met his gaze, the same gaze that would leave you nervous was now pleading "If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray the mafia, I betray my family. My family is very dear to me.." You looked at him with a soft expression. It's as if the whole world had stopped the moment he noticed the soft look in your eyes.

"Dearer than I?" he asked; not taking his fingers away from your chin "Yes Dazai, dearer than you." Your expression still remained as if your conversation was simple and light-hearted. "You were part of the family that I so desire and now—you're leaving.." You added as you removed your chin from his grasp.

"You might as well keep my heart with you darling, it's already full of you." Dazai gently spoke, he hugged you from behind; resting his chin on the top of your head while his arms looped around your neck. "You're a fool Dazai Osamu." You whispered with the slightest hint of anger in your voice.

"Isn't any man who falls in love?" He spoke with such passion "Do you know what you are to me? You're something to believe in again. You're the type of person that had ceased to exist for me." He added as his grasp on you tightened.

"But you are none of those things to me." You spoke softly as you gave in to his grasp; facing the ground with your hands to your side. "You know that's not true darling.. I love you and I know you love me." He calmly spoke. "Stop, just stop. Take your foolish little dream and your heart and go. Please go."

Dazai just tightened his grasp as you spoke, he knew the words unspoken. "You know nothing about me.." You added, you spoke with such a quiet yet angry tone that even the smartest of minds would be deceived by your words.

He turned to you to face him, he held both your hands in his as he spoke "I know everything about you. I know your favorite flower, your favorite books, the scents you like, the food you eat, your ambitions, your past, your present.." Dazai spoke with passion and a hopeful gleam in his eyes that you'd go with him "but most importantly.. I know that you love me."

You looked away as he spoke "I've seen you in a thousand plays, read you in as many books. When I saw your favorite things I'd melt at the thought of how happy you'd be if I got it for you." Your eyes widened as he spoke, you look back at him; meeting his soft gaze that you could just drown in. His gaze never left your face even when you were hesitant to face him.

"Oh stop, stop! I am not the person you dream of Dazai! Don't be so foolish!" You exclaimed as you looked at his brown eyes; hoping to catch a glimpse of who you were back then. "You don't know what you're saying darling." He calmly spoke as he looked down at you, tightening his grasp on your hands.

Dazai pulled you to him, he wrapped his arms around you as he hugged your anxieties away. His grasp was comforting, such a shame that you would have to say goodbye.

"You have to believe me, since the day we met I was completely yours. I may have been a foolish teenager; not knowing that my feelings were genuine but it's much different now." He spoke as he gently caressed the back of your head. "When I leave there will be worlds around us, worlds that can't be bridged with words. I'd like to take you to the other side, just you and I." You suppressed tears as he spoke but he knew that they were there.

"Please.. don't leave.." You quietly mumbled in his arms. He still gently stroked the back of your head as he thought of a response "I can't betray him.." Dazai quietly replied "but you can betray me?!" You spat out quickly. Dazai's eyes widened as he stroked the back of your head then his grasp on you tightened as every muscle in his body tensed up.

"Please.. don't make me choose.." You felt a sense of guilt rushing through your veins, a sense that wasn't there before or something that waivered quickly. "I'm sorry.." You mumbled, Dazai then smiled softly. You both stood in silence as he held you in his arms for the last time.

Author's notes:

I love angst, I will definitely make more, I might make more inspired by Dangerously Yours but other episodes this time. I will mainly write for Dazai and Fyodor though.

Spontaneous post: 06/21/23 07:58AM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

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xxpeppermintxx109 · 7 months

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aegon and shaera | thistle and weeds

you’re an angel, i’m a dog

you believe me like a god, i betray you like a man

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