#idk fucking seethe ig
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Wow! Your Ignihyde redesigns are so fucking ugly! So hideous and uninspired, and their ugliness is only amplified by your very poor drawing skills and even uglier art style! And it's laughable how you really believe that you did better than the official designs, never do that again, you can't design or draw for shit.
too late i'm already planning a heartslabyul redesign lmao
#hate ask 101#darling i think you should stop using the multiple exclamation marks cuz they end up making you look like a cartoon villain and instead#upsetting me you just made me crackle#no one is gonna take your hate serious like that :( you wouldn't want that#also sweetheart why you acting like i killed your family i promise miss yana isn't going to come knocking on the door to thank you for#hard effort#also are you illiterate or did you willingly ignore the part where i wrote 'i don't think the design is bad and i think it's quite stylish'?#i hope you have a good day#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst#riddle rosehearts#heartslabyul#twst fanart#mine#my art#idk fucking seethe ig
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#personal#i still have like a deep seated hatred for people who like girls and i have no idea why#i've been like this since 15 what's going on. like i can't get to the bottom of it?? where did this come from??#it's bisexuals it's lesbians; straight guys are like. idk not really 'off the hook' but i guess they're like 'well whatever'#cishet guys are like 'well what would i do with you anyway' and i relate to trans straight guys on the basis of being trans#but i just. idk. i just seethe#it goes away when i hang out with -lw people but when i'm alone and i see someone be like 'yeah haha i've been talking to a girl'#or someone 'simping' in the comments of a girl's selfie or whatever i'm like '!!¡!'#and like this has a root somewhere but i can't really find it? i think the closest is like jealousy ig. but idk??#it's not like i want lesbians to be attracted to me lol or that i need everyone to drop everything Look At Me >:[#disclaimer: this is something that i'm working on and i don't tell anyone i'm just putting it here to say it somewhere#it might be like a gender thing. i'm like kinda genderfluid in some way and#and i'm a trans person who considers itself to 'have been a girl and now live as not-that'#so maybe it's like. 'i've been called a pretty girl and now i've abandoned this for an uphill battle of chasing gay guys who fucking hate#trans people'#and by that i mean gay guys around here are just. woof#i am in fact not into transphobes dkdkksks#it's just. idk#if you're reading this and you like women i don't hate you btw jdnjs this is a me problem and you're fine lol i realize how fucked up it is
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#true beauty wtoon do not show ur face to me ever fucking again lol#mediocre n shitty webtoon jumpscare!#sorry im just bitchy and bitter ig dont listen to me idk anything#but genuinely i seethe at the message it's giving esp to impressionable young girls reading#jk i dont seethe. i just get rly sad abt it#couldve been fine w an obviously better message but in This economy? no they needed to milk the shit out of it .#sigh . it feels like a death of an artwork#yk just thinking abt what couldve been etc etc#this applies to all media btw#anyway whatever i have to stop rambling n actually work
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rating how SEVENTEEN would react if you wore revealing clothes in front of the members (maknae line edition)
hyung line version here
genre: rating-headcanon hybrid, suggestive ig, gn reader
requested: nope, but reqs are open (just look at my masterlist to see who I write for♡)
warnings: suggestive stuff and delusionality (seriously, this is the most delusional piece of work I have ever written)
a/n: after going ghost for like half a year, I'm back! I'll be sure to be more active this time around, so pls request if you want me to write about something 🙏
minghao
(desperately trying to fight the urge to give him an 8/10) 6.8/10. thinks he's calm but really isn't.
takes great pride in being the only one to get to see you in more risqué attire, so is a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you walk down the stairs to greet the members.
his lips press together in that middle aged white man frown i hope yall know what the fuck im talking about CAHSSVH but he knows the members arent going to try anything with you so its all good
except its not all good because now hes distracted
teases you throughout the whole night, neck kisses, whispering what hes gonna do to you when the members leave, smirking at you BLOOD OF JESUS so that YOU end game night early instead of him (he has an image of peace and serenity to keep up and being needy for you in front of everyone would destroy it lol)
mingyu
-100009999000000/10. please do not even attempt to wear anything even remotely revealing in front of him unless you want a certain reaction.
sees what you're wearing before anybody shows up and begs you to cancel so that he can cough cough hold hands in bed with you for the whole night.
when the members walk in and see him on his knees, hugging your legs and damn near crying, they think nothing of it cause its mingyu and game night ensues.
cue mingyu glaring at everyone who touches you, doesn't matter if its accidental or if its just to give you the dice when it's ur turn to roll, they're getting stared DOWN.
also cue mingyu staring at you with his eyes glossed over and his mouth open like a squirrel staring at an accorn, and practically needing to be punched in the gut to pay attention to anything but how sexy you are.
also also cue mingyu ending game night like an hour and a half earlier and throwing you over his shoulder, barely having enough self-control to make it up the stairs (good luck soldier, it's gonna be a long night)
dokyeom
a solid 7.8/10. bless this mans heart, he would not do anything even remotely territorial or jealous after seeing what your wearing. it actually warms his heart that you feel comfortable around the members because they're truly like a 2nd family to him.
ever the charmer he is, he'll make sure to compliment you with a hand on your waist and a kiss to your cheek as you greet the members coming through the door (idk about you but imagining seokmins hand across my waist WHEW-)
since dokyeom is usually touchy with you, it serves as no surprise that he would be even more so with more revealing clothes, but he can still find it in himself to focus on the game.
but now YOU'RE distracted by his soft touches, barely even able to contain yourself or focus on anything but his hand trailing up and down your side.
neither of you end game night early, and when the time comes, everyone bids you two goodnight and does the separate ways. cue you jumping on dokyeom and him gladly carrying you to your shared bedroom. (what you don't know is that he was PURPOSEFULLY distracting you the entire time, and he is definetly dawning a self-satisfied smirk as he closes your bedroom door)
seungkwan
-666/10. you have chosen the wrong boyfriend to try something like this with, and he will make it very known.
gives you the meanest stank eye known to mankind, seething with jealousy as you make your way downstairs. (this man is literally grinding his teeth, you have created a monster-)
dedicates the entire game night to making your experience as lackluster as possible. I'm talking he'll make you lose every. single. game. every. single. round. without fail. doesn't matter if he's on your team or not, he's just that petty.
the members obviously aren't oblivious to seungkwan's sudden beef with you, but be it them thinking its funny or them not wanting to be another one of his targets, you're on your own soldier.
the only thought in his mind right is how DARE you look this good in front of anyone on the planet earth but him? where is duty? where is honour?? where is sacrifice??? (you and him just binged House of the Dragon, hence his dramatic mood)
game night ends early on account of the rest of the group feeling as though you and seungkwan need some alone time to solve this one-sided conflict. as soon as they leave, seungkwan acts all coy, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes when you say you know just how to make it up to him. as if this isn't what he wanted the whole time lol.
vernon
2/10. this guy won't even bat an eye at your choice of clothing for game night, whatever makes you comfortable is always going to be okay with him. you don't need his approval and he's aware and is perfectly fine with that.
and that's all good and well, except this time you were purposefully trying to make him jealous, so seeing his reaction (or lack there of) kind of bums you out.
don't get him wrong, it's not like he doesn't think you're attractive (you're the most beautiful human he's ever laid his eyes on) but he does not even register your outfit as you walk down the stairs, let alone get jealous in any capacity.
game night starts and finishes exactly how it always does, and when it's all over, as the members are saying their goodbyes to you two, jeonghan makes a slightly suggestive comment on your outfit, which you brush off with a wave of your hand.
it is only at that moment, after jeonghans comment, that vernon realises that your clothing is more revealing that what you usually wear in front of the members. (when I say this man is oblivious, I mean that shit)
"you look good." is all you get from him, as he walks past you and walks up the stairs and turns back to you, confused as to why you aren't following him.
all I'm saying is, if you want... attention from this man, you have to tell him upfront. because trust me, once he knows exactly what you want, he'll have no problem giving it you ;)
dino
–infinity/10. you don't wanna mess with him, cuz he's a jealous, jealous, jealous boy. if he- lemme cool with the lana lyrics but you catch my drift.
as soon as he sees your outfit, he pulls out his phone and texts on the groupchat that game night is cancelled because of "unforseen circumstances." whatever the hell that means.
he will shower you in compliments, his eyes filled with admiration for you. cue you getting kisses all over your face, and when you ask him when the boys are coming for game night, he'll simply trail his kisses a little lower, aiming at your neck to distract you and it works
at some point during your, ahem, devil's tango with Dino in your shared bedroom (he carried you there because in his words, "someone who looks as good as you should not need to lift a finger, let alone walk up a flight of stairs." okay chivalry!) you both hear a knock on the door.
it's the members, worried that one of you had gotten hurt or something which is why game night was cancelled. Dino is as red as tomato when he sees them, stating that you had hurt your ankle and that you weren't really up for game night tonight. the story would be believable if Dino wasn't sweating like he just ran a marathon, and if you weren't wearing such a sexy outfit.
but hey, you're limping as you walk down the stairs to greet the members, so maybe that'll make it all the more believable. (news flash, it makes it less believable, but Dino shoos them out effectively anyways, carrying you back to your room with a quickness, he's not done with you just yet LORD HAVE MERTHY)
thats it, i hope you enjoyed and redoing my permanent taglist, so I'll add you if you send an ask♡
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen headcanons#seventeen fluff#seventeen fake texts#seventeen headers#seventeen kpop#seventeen minghao#seventeen mingyu#seventeen dokyeom#seventeen seungkwan#seventeen vernon#seventeen dino#seventeen drabbles#seventeen smau#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#kpop fanfic#kpop smau#seventeen imagines#non idol au#svt x y/n#svt smau#svt x you#svt fluff#svt x reader#svt fanfic#seventeen#seventeen smut#seventeen angst#seventeen blurbs
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Alright fellas new au time here we go
I’m pressed for time rn so I’m just gonna copy paste what I’ve put on discord but uh basically. Sun n Moon r both deities and also the undercover ‘haha hello fellow mortals’ leaders of their respective temples and Reader is a sad n nervous n shy Mysterious Stranger who joins th temples in search of a new meaning in life,, and yea they all fall in love lol not even sorry
Ok copy paste here we go,
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Ok I was blanked out on my meds n sleepy when I put this in a diff DCA discord but now I can’t stop thinkin abt it so I’m gonna drop it in here too:
hhhhfjfgfhf gods/deities sun/moon au where they r their own priests and y/n joins th temple to escape their Mysterious Sad Tragic Backstory and Sun/Moon r doing this doublespeak act of being both deities and their own follower LMAO
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y/n: i guess the moon deity didn't like the offering i left for them,, : (
sun, fuckin SEETHING: aw don't say that! SOME deities just,, work in mysterious ways!
later, moon: just chillin in the Astral Plane or smthn
sun, kicking the door in: MOON WHAT THE FUCK YOU COULDVE AT LEAST SAID *THANK YOU*
-BONUS POSSIBLE READER LORE:-
okay more abt gods/priests sun n moon au.
Y/N is a *former* god- they used to be a small-coven deity, basically like a folktale god known only to the local village, when the people who believed in them turned on them (were they arrogant? did they do nothing wrong and the people were just peeved at their lack of action during tragedy? maybe it was just a slow turning from them being seen as a benevolent god to a spiteful one?? idk) and their temple was burned to the ground and their name forcibly removed from any records. rip y/n's godhood lol
In the process of losing everything that beholds them as a deity, they were stripped of their deity traits and cast to the mortal world/plane as basically Just Another Dude to attone??? ig? idk anyway they go on a life of wandering trying to find a new sense of purpose and then one day come across Sun n Moon's place and r like 'maybe i was meant to be a follower? and not a leader??' and rlly they r just a sad and lonely and confused lil moron
#bones of a rabbit au#deities au#godhood lost au#deity sun and moon#fnaf dca#fnaf au#fnaf sun/moon#ideas#au rambles#the creative process#fnaf sun/moon x reader#lost deity y/n#lost deity reader#ok I rlly need to go now bye shdgdjdhd
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OK, I won't share the person's username since I don't want people to go and bully them, but that one person who made that post about Vivziepop being "the shittiest writer in all of history" is genuinely one of the most pathetic people in this fandom
They're literally a borderline homophobe who complains about Viv's gay couples only being there for "brownie points"; they've made multiple posts saying that Charlie/Vaggie is forced and unhealthy, and tries to claim that somehow Blitzø/Stolas is more abusive than Stolas/Stella or Blitzø/Versosika
Like... obviously preferring m/f ships over gay ships doesn't make you homophobic, but constantly shitting on gay pairings and claiming that the straight alternative is better is really gross...
I mean, idk why people get so upset at seeing flawed queer relationships in media. Like, that's just how it is in real life. And, yeah, Charlie and Vaggie probs do have a bit of an unhealthy relationship, but so what? They're clearly working it out together.
Stolas and Blitzo do have an unhealthy relationship, but it sure as Hell isn't nearly as bad as Stolas was with Stella. Who p much SA'd him, considering Stolas dissociated while she had her way with him. But, ig it's not rape if the victim is a man hahahaha I fucking hate it here :3
I'd understand the whole "brownie points" if this was a Disney production or whatever. But, like, these guys are just here. They exist. Sorry that that bothers you. Cope and seethe lol
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Thinking about the da2 cast again and how it was so brave of them to make a group where the mage companions are technically 2 prime examples of the worst extremes of mages according to the rest of Thedas. Plus you as mage Hawke can be a blood mage and while you can’t actually become an abomination you can attemp to make deals with demons in certain quests.
All while one of the other companions is absolutely seething and throwing a fit right behind you because ‘wtf Hawke! That’s a blood mage and an abomination!!!’ While the rest of the group range from ‘well they’re on our side so meh’ to ‘He has a point tho’
Not to mention this is all set in Kirkwall, right under Knight Commander mother fucking Meredith’s nose.
And somehow, through sheer charisma ig, you can keep this group together for 10 years. Almost the entirety of the game, except in the finale where it becomes Anders vs Sebastian, but still for 10 years this group didn’t implode???? Legendary
I’m not saying Anders being possessed and Merrill’s blood magic are the only points of conflict in that group, it’s just really funny to me how they made these two characters who are the two widely renown ‘bad evil cursed’ types of mages and put them in a group with:
Ex- Tevinter slave who fucking despises mages
Guard Captain who was married to a Templar and is now technically legally obligated to report them
Dedicated Chantry Brother who was and will one day again be royalty (also technically obligated to report them??? But idk if that’s legally, religiously or both so correct me if I’m wrong about that)
And it took 10 years for something to explode??? (Lmao). It’s ever funnier when you then manage to convince these people to help you support a mage rebellion when the only mages they really know are an abomination a blood mage and potentially; Hawke, who can also be a blood mage. Long story short, Da2 has my favourite cast, they’re so silly when you think about it and I love them so much lmao
#da2#da2 anders#da2 merrill#da2 fenris#da2 aveline#da2 sebastian#dragon age#dragon age 2#I couldn’t figure out how to do bullet points on mobile lol#so I just gave up and hit post
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You’re honestly a horrible person, nobody truly likes you. The only way you’ve ever been able to keep people around you is by kissing their ass and acting like the world revolves around you. Do you even know how fucking irritating you are in chat?
I hope everything you’ve done will haunt you and follow you for the rest of your life. I hope you never get another moment of peace and your life is filled with pain and misery. It’s what scum like yourself deserve
hi anon i have no idea what the fuck this is about lol? wdym by 'in chat'? like. twitch chat?? bc we dont talk in any twitch chats 😭 do you mean like..discord?? that's really the only place we talk anymore.
i genuinely cant figure out what this could be about. My only assumption is that you're either our ex or one of its current partners, and we cant. see our ex doing something like this.
but if it is one of you, this isn't the way to go lol. that's all over with now. dragging it out isn't going to help any of us. we might've fucking sucked in the past but we weren't the only one who was in the wrong. so. okay? idk what this is about but we're not letting it stunt our growth as a person actually. seethe ig.
#genuinely what is this about#anon who are you#what do you have so harshly against me#i think a lot of people would disagree with the statement that no one really likes me#we have friends actually#new friends who love us. a lot#and old friends who still love us#and we love them#so seethe ig
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#everything is going wrong i have projects due and no outlet so hey tumblr i guess#i literally broke out in mystery sores all over my face and body presumably due to anxiety#hospital wont treat my bleeding out dad bc insurance a month after heart surgery#hospitals are useless and i cannot cope man i want to implode into nothing#instead im frozen in executive dysfunction bc im scared#if i show my face in-class on camera will they let me off the hook#and how its fucking covered in bloody fucking sores and shit#my groups are like 'wow u rnt controbuting we r give u bad feedback remove 20% lab grade' n im like 'hi i have mystery disease'#i am v close to snap but idk what snap means so i guess keep going but suffer#so i already snapped?#no snapping has lasting financial social consequences#im lucky enough that id have to fuck up royally to make that v much worse than 0 income lmao#gonna make mac and cheese and seethe in my own bile ig#sister wont eat any but thats her problem
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Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!
Savior - Negan Killer AU
Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol
A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe.
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"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.
"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.
"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."
"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."
"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.
"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.
"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.
There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.
"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.
"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.
"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.
"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."
"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.
"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.
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"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.
"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."
"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.
"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."
"Do you kill everyone?"
"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.
"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.
"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"
"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.
"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.
"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."
"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."
"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.
"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."
"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"
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Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.
"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.
"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.
"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."
"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."
"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.
"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"
"Sounds good."
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I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.
Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.
Suddenly, my door opened.
"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"
"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.
"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"
"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"
"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.
"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"
"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.
"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.
"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.
"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.
"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."
"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.
"Yes, what, princess?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.
We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.
"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.
"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.
"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.
"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.
"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"
"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.
"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.
"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.
"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."
#negan x reader#negan x y/n#negan smut#negan x you#negan smith#au!negan#the walking dead#twd smut#twd negan
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PLZ do sinbad x reader like he’s flirting with other females n s/o is getting mad/jealous. And s/o flirts with someone to but it’s not on purpose jus thier personality (with like jafar maybe idk u choose ig someone good tho) and sins all jealous 😩. But it ends with like fluff
Oh my gosh YES!!! I wanted to do this so bad as soon as I read your request! God is the Magi fandom small but I love you all! I don’t know if I have the best grasp on Sin’s character, so let me know if you want me to try again with someone else!
I like how it turned out!
Sinbad x GN Reader
Envy is a Double Edged Blade
-When Sinbad told you there was going to be another party to attend tonight, you didn’t expect it to go on as long as it did!
- it has been many hours and there still isn’t any sign of the party even slowing down.
-honestly it’s impressive
- the band is in swing, people are drinking, dancing, having fun,
-but you can’t find Sinbad anywhere
-like, tf did he go?
-he was with you one moment, smiling and dancing,
-and the next he’s nowhere to be found!
- you sift through the crowd and eventually see Sin surrounded by women...
- like, it’s not new but o u c h ?????
- he’s so casual about giving all those compliments and the damn flirty touches
-you were honestly just staring for a minute.
-then you decided ‘fuck it’ picked up a glass of alcohol and went to forget about it- (dude n o)
-Jafar was also looking for his airhead king but found you attempting to drink literally as much alcohol as humanly possible
-he’s c o n c e r n e d
- like, what happened???
-then he sees Sin and curses his entire existence
-I could see you and Jafar bonding a lot, both when Sin is working for once, and trying to keep this powerful man child in check
-so there’s not many secrets between you two and he’s accustomed to your flirty nature
-you and the king are at least similar like that
-you soon turn to Jafar and immediately like, tackle hug him
-” I am CONFUSION “ - Jafar
-you start complaining about Sinbad and how he’s always surrounded by women
-” Am I not good looking!? Is that it? Do you think I’m (pretty/handsom) Jafar?” You’re almost crying and you sound desperate
-your both on the floor and Jafar is ready to accept death
-tells you “ Yes, I think you’re very (pretty/handsome) (y/n)...” he’s so tired someone help him
- both of you didn’t notice that your whining had caught the king’s attention
-he’s watching with slightly narrowed eyes
-I think Sin is a more possessive person, but doesn’t understand why his partner might feel the same way
-he knows he’ll never leave you, he’s worried about the opposite!
- so when he sees you all over his friend and advisor and Jafar is so... casual about it
-it really doesn’t sit right
-he can feel himself getting bitter seeing you squeeze his waist even tighter in your arms
-he’s practically seething by the time Jafar is patting your head
-literally just says “ Please excuse me” and fucking leaves the rest of those women
-Jafar can actually feel his blood pressure rising when Sin F I N A L L Y approaches
- But he isn’t expecting this menacing aura!
-He quickly just scoots out of the way when Sinbad asks to talk to you alone.
- Sinbad walks you outside and by this time you’re sobering up
-Sin asks why you were so flirty with Jafar
-You immediately fire back with, “ He’s my friend! And you left me to go flirt with a literal c r o w d of women!” He’s taken aback by the hurt in your voice
-” So you can’t say anything about being flirty! “ You finished by putting your hands on hips and looking away from him
-after a solid minute of silence Sinbad opens his mouth
-” ... when I saw you being so comfortable with him... I got scared” he almost whispers it, but you hear it loud and clear in the cool air
-” I just never want to loose you. So seeing you with him made me livid...” he trails off, now seeing his own hypocrisy.
-how could be be so dense? So stupid as to not even consider his beloveds insecurities? How could he-
-his thoughts are put to rest immediately when your arms wrap around his neck
- you remark on how you both ended up green with envy, in spite of your matching purple robes
-he smiles and the look of soft happiness on your face is enough to make him forget about everything
-that night you both retreat to the soft quiet of the castle halls, content in yourselves your partner
-envy is a double edged blade, but it has found its sheath
#sinbad#magi ja'far#magi anime#magi labyrinth of magic#magi x reader#male reader#x reader#reader insert#gn reader#gender netural#gender neutral reader#sinbad x reader#anime#anime x reader#fanfic
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“You’re never here!”—Akaashi Keiji
Aged up!!
hi! so i wrote this because i was feeling a bit angsty and because well, idk i guess i was in the need of something heart wrenching.
This is also the first imagine or scenario i’ve ever written so.... be nice 👉🏼👈🏼
warnings: uh none? angst ig, and like three swear words? implied cheating (kinda)
part two is here
You stared at the blue eyed man in front of you in pure disbelief.
Akaashi just stared at you blankly. Already tired and slightly irritated with the argument you both were having.
“What exactly is your problem, y/n?”
Akaashi didn’t mean to sound so sharp, but he promised Bokuto he would be there on time, and you were wasting his time.
You let out a scoff, crossing your arms. “Tell me you’re not serious right now, Keiji.”
Akaashi just shrugged and grabbed his coat. “I don’t know what you want from me.” He turned to leave.
You threw your hands up, seething with frustration.
“You’re never here!” You screamed at him. You were so angry, it was almost painful. You let it go most of the time. You knew how important volleyball and Bokuto was to Akaashi but you couldn’t do this anymore.
Akaashi froze at your words. You weren’t one to raise your voice, especially at him. He turned around to face your angry eyes.
“What are you—”
You cut him off. It was your turn to talk, your turn to finally let him know how you felt. It was his turn to listen. His turn to be in pain.
“You’re never here, Akaashi.” Akaashi felt himself slightly freeze at his last name.
“In the last month, I’ve seen you a total of three times at home. Three!” You were slightly panting. There was so much anger and frustration pent up in your body that you didn’t know what to say or how to get it out.
“I know volleyball is important to you, fuck, I know Bokuto is important to you, but come on!” Akaashi’s eyes went wide at your use of a cuss word.
“You missed my birthday, Akaashi.”
A piercing jab straight through his heart.
No, he thought. He couldn’t have—
“It was two weeks ago, not that you care. Yesterday was date night, not that you showed up. I can’t do this anymore, Akaashi. I can’t.”
You felt tears prick your eyes. Were they from the anger? Or from the neglect you had put up with for a month? The moment you realized Akaashi forgot your birthday was the moment a small piece of your heart broke. You knew he was busy, it was understandable. But then he did nothing to make up for it. No surprise dinner. No surprise anything.
Akaashi couldn’t breathe. There was no way he had missed your birthday. He had it on his phone calendar—hell, it was the first thing he memorized about you. Your words pierced through his heart, straight to his nerves.
But it was your last sentence that made him bite his lips so they wouldn’t tremble.
“I can’t do this anymore, Akaashi. I can’t.”
You watched him. Watched how your words made him realize how much of a dick he had been. But you weren’t done. How could you be? A month of dismissal, of understanding, of staying up late night only hoping he’d come home.
“You don’t know how it feels, Akaashi.” You shook your head at him. He watched you with alert eyes that tinged with red. “For a month, I let this continue. I stayed up for you every night, Akaashi, every damn night. I prayed that you would come home and sleep next to me. You would never tell me where you are, who you’re with, nothing.”
Akaashi felt his heart break at the sight of your tears sliding down your face. He felt himself crumble but he said nothing. Did nothing. How could he?
“You spend all your time with Bokuto. You know that? And I get it,” you pitifully shrugged. “I do. He needs you.” You wipe your tears away, aggressively. You had cried so much this past month, how did you still have tears to spare?
“But Kaashi... I needed you too. And you weren’t there.”
Completely heavy-hearted, Akaashi broke at the sound of your broken voice. You were his angel, his love, his very reason to wake up every morning, and yet, here you were. Broken and desolate.
Alone.
Akaashi took a small step forward, trying to reach for you, but you stepped back, and he once again, froze.
You shook your head at him. Despite wanting his touch, wanting his smell to mask you completely, you couldn’t. Not after everything.
“Just...” You let out a defeated sigh. “Just go, Akaashi.” You felt drained. “Bokuto needs you.”
You felt like a hypocrite. At the beginning of this, you had told him not to go. You told him to stay. But this was too much for you. You didn’t know if Akaashi was with Bokuto all the time. Your trust in him had wavered, and now you felt tired.
The last thing you wanted was for him to stay because he pitied you. Akaashi has always had a choice, and you didn’t want him to feel obligated to stay. You just needed to get it out of your system. You needed to tell him how you felt.
At your words, Akaashi stopped breathing. He liked to think he was a good boyfriend. This relationship was the first serious relationship either of you had gotten in, and you used to praise him all the time. But now, now Akaashi didn’t know what to do.
Was he supposed to leave? Was he supposed to stay?
He wanted to stay. He wanted to talk about this, about your feelings. He felt absolutely terrible and horrified at the way he’s been treating you this past month.
He didn’t even have any excuses.
At first, it was because work had been stressful. Then was volleyball. As much as Akaashi loved it, it pressured him. Stressed him out. Then came Bokuto. He knew he was in the wrong. Especially since you had been nothing but supportive and understanding, and Akaashi abused this. He had abused the trust between you two.
“Y/n...” Akaashi cleared his throat, afraid tears would spill. “Please... let’s talk about this.”
You let out a small unamused snort. Talk? He wanted to talk now? No, you couldn’t. You needed to clear your head. You loved Akaashi, there was no doubt, but you had been in pain for a month. You needed time to figure out if this is what you truly wanted.
You know Akaashi was overwhelmed. You could tell with the way his eyes glistened and the small clench of his fists.
Good, you thought. He should feel some pain.
You wanted Akaashi to think about this. About your words and the pain he caused you. You knew Akaashi wasn’t like this. He has always been so calm and collected, but not recently. And you wanted him to be sure that he still wanted this, because you weren’t going through any more pain for him.
You shook your head at him. “I can’t, not right now. I just... I need a breather, Akaashi.” At your words, Akaashi frantically shook his head. “No, please—”
You took another small step back. “I thought I would want to talk after I confronted you. But right now... I just feel tired. I’m tired of this.”
Akaashi didn’t move. He didn’t trust himself and he didn’t want to see you take another step away from him.
“When... when will we talk?”
You sighed. “I don’t know, Akaashi. You haven’t cared to speak to me for a month. This should be easy for you.”
Your words burned your throat and brought tears to your eyes as you saw the way Akaashi bit his lip. You wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms, to apologize and to tell him you loved him.
But you had nothing to apologize for.
“Just go, Akaashi. We’ll talk when you get back.”
You didn’t trust your words, and you could tell that the man in front of you didn’t either. You just wanted him out of your sight. Because otherwise, you may cave in and brush everything away.
A small part of you hoped that Akaashi wouldn’t go. That he would throw his coat down and grab you, kissing you harshly as a way of punishment for your words. You wanted him to kiss his apology to you. You wanted him to stay. To prove that he loved you.
But he didn’t.
Because slowly, Akaashi nodded and slowly made his way to the door.
You could feel your heart break. He was walking away, again. The only difference between now and the past month, was that he looked back at you once.
And then he was out the door.
You fell to the floor, sobbing. Tears burned your eyes and your throat felt sore. You sat on your knees, with your hands covering your face.
Akaashi leaned on the door, his forehead pressed to the door with his eyes clenched. He could hear your sobs, and they brought his own tears down his cheeks.
He felt terrible. Disgusting. Loathsome. Shameful.
Akaashi didn’t know what to do. You both had never gotten into a fight like this in the three years you had been together. He wanted nothing more than to storm inside and grab you and just hug you until you stopped crying.
But he didn’t.
Because he was afraid.
How was he ever going to fix this? How could you ever trust him again? How can he prove to you that he loves you more than himself? More than the stars love the moon? More than Paris loved Helen?
Once your sobs had stopped, Akaashi took a small step away from the door. He needed to make this right, but he needed to do it fast.
So Akaashi took the keys out his pocket and made his way to his car. He would have to get advice. And he knew just the person.
As he drove, he knew he had to make things right. He had to make sure you didn’t leave him. That you knew he loved you so much. That he’s an asshole whose been a terrible boyfriend—person— for a month.
And that’s how Akaashi found himself outside of Bokuto’s house.
well. that certainly was something huh. there will be a part two, if you guys want it, that is. I love Akaashi so much, and I genuinely think he would never do anything like this, but 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
headers credit: @artistslayouts
*you can find the link to p2 👆🏼*
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#akaashi imagine#akaashi fanfiction#akaashi x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#akaashi angst#akaashi x y/n#akaashi haikyuu#haikyuu scenarios#akaashi keiji#akaashi keji x reader#haikyuu akaashi#angst#keiji akaashi#imagine#hana.writes!
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lyin’ eyes
[jimmy page x reader]
summary: after relationship troubles, (y/n) decides to leave and hopefully forget all that’s happened. but when she reaches a place that holds many memories, a certain old friend who she shared those memories with was waiting for her to return.
notes: i don’t know what that summary is but i made it up on the spot so don’t even complain abt it :P
also i personally think that this is my best fic so far so yeah enjoy ig 😩🤚
edit: LMAO this was supposed to be based off of the song by the eagles but my brain had other ideas rip
warnings: cheating (idk if i need to warn u abt that but i’m being safe), swearing, fluff
“(y/n) please wait!” a voice sounded from behind you as you dragged a suitcase filled with your clothes and other possessions to the front door.
“no chris, i’ve waited long enough at the damn restaurant and where were you?” you said, throwing your free hand up in the air. “you were fucking this bitch in our— no, your house.” you seethed back at your now ex-boyfriend, who stood with an expression of grief.
“in fact, i don’t want to wait at anymore restaurants for your stupid ass.” his grief soon turned into anger as you spun around on your heels and walked out the front door.
you could hear him shouting some profanities out of the open door, but you managed to block out his voice and instead focus on the sound of your shoes on pavement as you walked with your suitcase to wherever your feet would lead you.
you were completely done with his bullshit. coming home late claiming he was “working”, flirting with other girls when you two were out shopping, and, just like this night, leaving you stranded at some restaurant for some other chick. it wasn’t even the first time he’s done that. you were ready to leave him before this day had even started; you had spent a few days secretly putting all of your possessions into your handy suitcase, only putting away a couple things at a time so he wouldn’t notice the lack of your items in the house.
before you knew it, you were standing in front of a bar that you used to always go to with one of your dearest friends. “maybe he still comes here.” you thought as you made your way through the bar door and straight to a small booth in the far corner of the building. the same small booth that your friend and yourself had always sat at when you both would come here.
his name was james page, which he preferred jimmy, but you just used james instead to pick some fun at him. the two of you were the closest of friends, ever since your childhood where you fell off of your bike and he ran over to check to see if you were okay. he even went with you to your house just to make sure that you weren’t hurt. even as you both had gotten older, you would both help each other out with homework, watch movies together, and he even taught you some guitar chords and tricks.
the downfall of your friendship happened a while after he joined one of his first bands; the yardbirds. he would always be traveling, performing at different concert venues around the country, and even the world. at first you would just call him or he would call you on these tours, which worked well for awhile, until he got so busy with the band that he didn’t have any time to return your many missed calls.
you missed him dearly, thinking of him from time to time during the day. you often wondered what he was doing at the time when you thought of him, whether it was playing his guitar or just relaxing at wherever he may call home.
you stood up to go grab a beer, hoping to wash your thoughts away, when a very familiar sound reached your ears. it was his laughter. the same sweet laughter you grew fond of whenever you’d be around him. you didn’t know how much you longed to hear that sound again until that very moment, it almost held you in a trance until the beautiful sound melted away and the song that the jukebox was playing had replaced it.
“i was probably just imagining it.” you thought. running a hand through your hair to try and focus back on reality, you continued to the bar, a fairly large opening right in front of you that you could get to quickly. when you reached the bar, you heard a familiar voice say, “(y/n)! long time no see!” you looked up to see the bartender, florence. she has been the same bartender since you and jimmy started coming to this bar, usually just to hang out and talk about different things. you were still surprised that she still worked here, she’s not as young as she used to be, but you were glad that she was here and not some other new bartender.
“hey flo! how’s everything been recently?” you smiled lightly, not really in the mood to talk a lot, but willing to make small conversation with your old friend. “quite good dear! it’s been boring without yourself and jimmy constantly making a ruckus in here though, i kind of miss having to tell the manager about how you two broke the jukebox again!” florence joked, causing you to let out a small laugh. “yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she smiled. “they really were. anyway! how about a drink for you aye?”
“whiskey. any kind will do.” you replied, which flo nodded and went off to get your drink, coming back in record time with a glass about half way filled with the golden-brown alcohol. you smiled and said a quick “thank you” and carefully took the glass, bidding flo a farewell and she returning it.
you walked back over to your seat, the chat with florence clearing your mind of the earlier events and bringing your mood up a bit. she always had that effect on people, making them crack even a slight smile when they’re feeling blue. right as you were about to sit down, the voice that you never thought you’d hear again called out, “(y/n)? is that you?”
you set your glass down, mentally preparing to see him for the first time in a long, long time. holding your breath, you turn around and see him, the jimmy page, your old best friend. “james?” his hair was longer, barely reaching to his shoulder, and it was slicked back slightly, showing his beautiful green eyes. his smile was still the same, and you swore your heart did a backflip when he smiled at you and said “oh (y/n) i knew it was you! i couldn’t miss that gorgeous hair of yours anywhere.”
you were pretty sure that your face was bright red as you smiled bashfully. “oh thank you jim. and i see you grew yours out hm?” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair softly and said “yeah, i just thought why the hell not you know?” “mhm! i like it a lot, it suits you.” you said back, nudging his shoulder with your knuckle.
he grins and mumbles a quick “thanks”. he then looks back up at you and says “wanna sit and chat for awhile? catch up on all the times we missed?” you nod, motioning for him to sit at the opposite side of where your drink is, and he sat, you following his actions and sitting down as well. you grabbed your glass of whiskey and took a long sip of it, leaving only a small amount left in the bottom of the cup. jimmy’s eyes followed your hand as you set it back on the table, then his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“is everything alright? i haven’t seen you drink like that in, well, i’ve never seen you drink like that.” you sighed, drawing your finger around the rim of the cup gently. “if i’m being honest, no. a year after we, y’know, stopped talking, i found a guy and we got along quite well and started dating.” you noticed jimmy’s hand clenched into a fist, so you continued.
“everything was fine between us, until recently. he started going after other girls, even with me around him. he even asked me on a date just so i would stay, because i told him that if he doesn’t get his shit together then i’m just going to leave. we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but of course he didn’t show up even when he’s the one who wanted me to go with him and not the other way around. so i went back to our former shared house and found him fucking some random chick that i’ve seen him flirt with before.” you stared at your drink, before grabbing it and finishing it off. as soon as you set the glass back, jimmy’s hand softly reached for yours and held it, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.
you rose your eyes up to meet jimmy’s, his eyes holding a soft, caring look, the same look that you’ve longed to see for many years. “it’s fine though, really. it’s not like i really loved him anyway..” you lied, thinking of when you first met chris, how happy he made you. but you realized that a certain someone, perhaps the someone sitting across from you, had made you happier than chris could’ve.
“(y/n) love, your lying eyes really give away that you did love him at one point, and it’ll take a while to try and un-love him, trust me.” a soft hand came in contact with your cheek, gently wiping a stray tear away that you didn’t notice had fallen. looking back up at jimmy, you smiled at him and brought your hand that wasn’t occupied and rested it against his. “i know jimmy, but i think i’ve already moved on from that asshole.”
his eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he softly nodded, a small smile painting his face. he paused, then cautiously asked; “i know we’ve only talked for a few minutes, and you can refuse this offer, but how about we ditch this bar and go somewhere else?” you brought jimmy’s hand down to rest on the table, holding them both with your warm hands and nodded. “yeah, i’d like that.” he stood up from the seat, pulling you up with him.
“well then, what are we waiting for?”
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best friends give each other head (?)
pairing: lee donghyuck/haechan x reader (f)
genre: smut and there’s barely a plot lmao, no backstory no nothin
word count: 3.4k
warnings: female reader, oral sex (m & f receiving), swearing/explicit language, unprotected sex, best friend!hyuck, best friends to ???? idk man, hyuck is soft but also cocky so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, also ig dom!hyuck sorry for all you sub!hyuck enthusiasts out there I’ll write one for ya eventually
a/n: Ik this trope has been done a lot but this is for raya ( @gohyuck ) bc we’re both thirsty hoes,,,,,also I’ve never actually ever sucked a dick so like sorry for any inaccuracies 😬 I was excited ab this so it isn’t proof read sorry in advance lmao
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“would you teach me how to suck a dick if I gave you 20 bucks?” you blurted out, your face already feeling hot as you stood at the kitchen counter with your best friend, lee donghyuck. he immediately froze, his hands completely ceasing as he slowly lowers the knife he was using to spread cream cheese on his bagel. you bit your lip anxiously, taking a small step back when his head ever so slowly turned in your direction, his eyes meeting your gaze.
“you–I–what??” he questioned exasperated, a dusty pink hue gracing his cheeks as his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. you both stared at each other, his mouth agape as you tried to calm your racing heart enough so that you could speak.
“look, I’ve never sucked a dick before and I want to learn—“
“you want to suck my dick?” he cut you off, dropping the knife onto the counter with a loud clatter. he looked at you like you were insane, which didn’t help your already unconfident demeanor. you sighed, your hand going up to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.
“No–well yes, I guess.” you pondered over the idea, “I just want to learn in case future adventures with dudes come into play!” you tried to explain, your arms now wildly gesticulating in the air giving away how nervous you actually were. that, and how your voice was coming out extra pitchy and how your words jumbled together as you spoke too quickly gave him insight into how you actually felt in the moment.
he stepped a little closer to you, his eyes narrowing and looking at you up and down in a scrutinizing way. you gulped as he watched you, your hands wringing together. he hummed deeply, the noise coming from within his chest making your legs instinctively squeeze together. you cursed yourself in that moment, screaming at yourself internally for finding your best friend attractive.
“so you’ve really never given anyone a blowjob?” hyuck asked, his head tilting to the side causing his hair to fall over his eyes. “that’s kinda surprising.”
your eyes widened, your cheeks on fire as your jaw dropped to the floor. “I mean,” he continued, his hand coming up to press his thumb against your bottom lip, trailing it across the flesh as you screamed internally. “you’re so pretty, I assumed guys were just dying to shove their cocks down your throat.” he chuckled to himself at the way you were reacting, taking pride in how much you were affected by the smallest touches.
you stood there shocked for a second, allowing his touch to poison your mind. after a minute you finally snapped yourself out of it, shoving his arm away from you and then pushing his shoulders back in anger.
“stop fucking with me, lee donghyuck.” you seethed, embarrassed and agitated. “just say no if you don’t want to.” you rolled your eyes at him and made your way to step around him to leave and hide in your room, but before you could get far his hand caught your waist and pulled you back.
“I’m not saying no,” he murmured lowly, his arms wrapping fully around you and pulling your back to rest up against his front. “it’s not everyday that my beautiful best friend offers to suck me off.”
your hand clutched his forearm shakily as he whispered in your ear, his words barely registering in your brain. nerves were flowing through your veins, causing your fingers to feel cold and your bones to chill. you didn’t reply, as you didn’t trust you voice to come out as steady as you would like. he obviously caught on to your nervousness, laughing lowly in your ear.
“what happened to all that confidence you had, y/n?” he teased, kissing the skin right below your ear. “is a couple of lewd words all it takes to get you flustered?”
you sputtered at his words, failing to find the right things to say in reply. what were you even supposed to say to that anyway? if you lied and told him no, he would definitely call your bluff, as it was pretty obvious how much you were affected. if you told him yes, you would probably feel further embarrassed and just want to dive down into a deep hole and never come back out.
you stared blankly down at the floor below you, your lip trembling as you let your tongue out to trail across them. hyuck suddenly let go of you, moving away and walking out of the kitchen to situate himself on the sofa located in the living room. you absentmindedly followed him, your feet shuffling slowly to a stop as you watched him from the doorway. he sat down heavily, spreading his long legs wide. the gray sweatpants he wore had you practically drooling, and you brought a hand up to your lips just to make sure you weren’t.
he turned his head to look at you, hid eyes hooded and he lazily pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs.
“come here.” he demanded, the deep tone of his voice causing your knees to weaken. you hobbled over to him on shaky legs, reaching your destination and lowering yourself to your knees between his thighs. he watched your every move like a predator, a look you have never seen in the years you have been friends with donghyuck. you shivered, a tingly pleasurable feeling running up your spine caused by his hungry and wandering eyes.
when your knees finally touched the carpeted floor, hyuck leaned forward, his fingers gently capturing your chin and forcing you to look at him. his eyes bore into yours before you watched them trail down your face to settle on your slightly parted lips. you watched him with doe eyes, looking innocent while in such a compromised position.
“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this, y/n?” he asked you sincerely, his eyes never leaving your lips. you only nodded before breaking out of his hold, leaning up to grip the band of his sweatpants. he allowed you to pull them down and off of him, his body leaning back and his hips lifting up to make it easier for you.
you were surprised to see that he had no boxers on, the heat inside you ever growing at the sight of his pretty cock. he smirked down at you, his hand reaching down to stroke himself for you.
“w-wait, I wanna do it,” you stuttered, your hands moving to slap his own away. he hummed at you, watching as your fingers wrapped around him and began shyly working him up and down. hyuck cursed at the feeling of your warm hand around him, causing your confidence to build. you rubbed him a little faster, your grip growing a little tighter as you went on, his low groans spurring you on.
in no time at all he was completely hard, his cock standing proud in your hold. your mouth watered at the sight, and you wanted to dive in as soon as possible. you licked your lips anxiously, looking up at him for further instructions. he smiled down at you, his hand coming to rest on the top of your head. “Relax” he murmured, “just put your mouth on it and go with the flow.”
“wow hyuck, you’re such a great teacher.” you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes. you weren’t expecting his hand to move down to lightly slap your cheek, and you squeaked at the suddenness of it.
“better check that attitude, baby,” his hand went back to your head, this time guiding you toward his dick with slight force. “you asked for this, remember?” you let your lips brush against his head, trying to think of everything you’ve read about blowjobs in the past. “I never said i was a good teacher.” after that comment he finally shut up, allowing you to collect your thoughts and press soft kisses up and down his length.
you didn’t tease for too long, recalling something you read about some people not liking it very much, and finally started suckling on the head of his cock. his head fell back against the couch, his hair splaying out every which way beautifully behind him.
you looked up at him, his eyes hooded as they peered down at you, your mouth finally opening to take in his cock, carefully, you made sure not to use your teeth, and you took as much as you could into your mouth, only stopping when your throat protested. your throat constricted slightly and his hips bucked into your mouth, causing his cockhead to ram itself down your throat and you gagged violently. you pulled back a little, tears springing to your eyes as your throat burned, your sputtering causing hyuck to pull you off of him completely.
‘fuck, I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, his thumb coming up to wipe your stray tears away. you tried to ignore the name he called you, but you felt your heart jump not matter how hard you tried to will it not to. drool was already running down your chin and you were sure you looked pathetic sitting there on your knees in front of him, not being able to take his cock. “are you okay?”
you nodded, just then noticing the sudden ache in your core. it wasn’t there until he rammed his cock into your throat, which made you slightly nervous at the insinuation that you enjoyed choking on him.
he gently stroked your cheek, watching you carefully as you got your breathing back to normal. determined, you fixed your posture and pushed his hand off your face, moving to take his dick into your mouth once again. he didn’t stop you, allowing you to take him into your throat. you made sure you relaxed your muscles this time, breathing evenly through your nose as you began to bob your head. you felt the sudden presence of both of his hands finding your head, lightly caressing you as you blew him. from the sounds you could hear coming from deep within his chest, you could infer that you were doing a pretty good job so far.
“oh god, so good baby,” he moaned out, spurring you on to go a little faster and take him a litter deeper. “fuck! are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he questioned, his voice coming out breathy as he whined in pleasure. you just kept looking at him, your eyes glassy with tears as you forced him down your throat, being careful not to gag around the thickness of him.
he kept whining, his voice raising a few octaves when you experimentally kneaded his balls, and before you could go any further he shoved your head away, his cock falling from your mouth and causing a mess of spit to spill past your lips. looking up at him with a curious look, you wiped your mouth with the back of you hand.
“what the hell? I wanna make you cum!” you whined, embarrassed at the sound of your own confession. he was breathing heavily, his cock angry and flushed red, desperate to cum.
“I wanna taste you first,” he blurted, his hands already reaching to grip your arms and pull you up off of your knees. he shifted so that you could lay on your back on the cushions, and he pushed you down almost aggressively. you yelped, but didn’t fight him as he laid you down the way he wanted to. “...please?”
and how could you say no to him when he asked so very nicely? you let a small “okay” slip out of your mouth, your arms coming up to cover your face as he worked on getting your shorts and panties off. you peeked to see that he was now completely naked, his shirt discarded somewhere across the room.
donghyuck spread you thighs apart and was pleasantly surprised to see how wet you were already, smirking to himself at how much you were affected when you were sucking his cock. you whimpered embarrassingly as he stared at your soaked pussy, hunger present in his eyes as he licked his lips. he hands pinned your thighs down as he dove in earnestly, not wasting any time.
his tongue dipped into your hole before licking a stripe up your slit, brushing along your clit and causing your stomach muscles to spasm. he worked your clit with his mouth, licking and sucking like it was his job.
you squirmed in his hold, your little noises of pleasure reaching his ears and egging him on, determined to make you cum as hard as you could.
your hands flew to his long light brown locks, fisting them and tugging when he nipped your sensitive bud. he groaned at the painful pleasure caused by your pulling, his cock twitching in response. you were biting your lip, definitely causing permanent indentations with how hard you were holding it between your teeth. you couldn’t hold back your sounds, loud moans filling the air as his ministrations brought you closer and closer to release. you never thought about it before, but you never would have guessed hyuck was this good at eating pussy.
he slowly inserted two fingers into your core, causing your walls to experimentally clench. you practically yelled out at the added sensation of being filled, your sounds turning into pleas.
“please hyuck,” you whimpered, pulling his hair to lift his head to look at you, his eyes finding yours while his tongue laid flat on your clit. “please fuck me, please,” you were almost crying at this point, desperately wanting to be filled by the same cock you had been blowing not too long ago. you felt pitiful, begging to be fucked liked this by your best friend, but you were too far gone to stop now, and in too deep to care.
within seconds he sped up his fingers, sucking even harder on your clit as you thrashed below him. you couldn’t even collect yourself before your orgasm hit, rippling in waves as you clenched around his sopping fingers. he continued to eat you out as you rode your orgasm, only stopping when you tugged on his hair again.
he pulled his head back, his fingers slipping out of you. he brought said fingers to his mouth, lewdly sucking your juices off of them as he maintained eye contact with you.
“get up,” he demanded, pulling your body from the couch and helping you gain your balance on your noticeably trembling legs. you whined, your brain still foggy from the orgasm he gave you with his mouth. he softly shushed you, helping you to the end of the couch before he pressed you down to bend over the arm of it. you yelped in surprise, but nonetheless let your body become pliant as he positioned your body the way he wanted.
“It's okay baby,” he mouthed against the back of your neck, his chest hovering over your back now. “ i'm gonna give you my cock.” he spoke softly, running his hands up and down your sides in an attempt to calm you as you squirmed aimlessly, desperate for him to fill you up.
you absentmindedly wigged your hips against him, your behind brushing against his extremely hard and dripping cock. he groaned at the friction, sinking his teeth ever so slightly into your skin. he pulled himself up, and before you could complain at the loss of his warmth, you felt his hand come down on your ass. you squealed and heard him laugh as he kneaded the flesh, soothing the pain.
“you want it so bad, don't you, y/n?” they way he said your name was sinful, and the most you could do was frantically nod and whine out several slurred versions of the word ‘yes’. he didn’t make you wait much longer, and you sighed happily once you felt the blunt head of his cock push and pull through your folds, effectively being covered in your excessive wetness.
he swiftly entered you, giving you absolutely no time to get accustomed to his size before he started drilling into you, his hips slapping obscenely against your ass with each harsh thrust. your voice cried out gutterly with each movement he made, your throat feeling raw from the way you were screaming. your walls were sensitive from your previous orgasm, which made the scrape of his dick against them painfully pleasurable. It was almost too much, but you took every inch of him like a good girl just like he wanted.
his hands were gripping your hips, pulling your body back onto his cock with every drive of it inside you. the blunt edges of his nails were piercing your skin, for sure causing you to bleed. you were definitely too far gone now to care; your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as drool dripped down your bottom lip.
the two of you didn’t say much to each other, but you were very far from being silent. mixed with your airy cries were his deeper grunts and moans, and with every one that reached your ears your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing his noises to come out even louder for your listening pleasure.
he suddenly bent forward, his chest coming down to rest against your back once again as he slowed down and grinded his cock into you. he was so deep inside you, the tip of him was brushing against that sweet spot, making your walls flutter around him happily.
he nudged his head against the side of yours, his lips coming down to kiss your cheek sweetly, a complete contrast to the way he was fucking you mere seconds ago. you weakly opened your eyes to look at him, your eyes moving all the way to the side to meet his own. hyuck groaned as your pussy clenched once more around him, looking directly into your watery eyes as his soft breath hit your face. surprising yourself, you desperately leaned forward and took his lips against yours, kissing him passionately as his cock still worked inside you. as he kissed you back, you felt his fingers slide to your clit, your body jumping in his hold as he began playing with the sensitive nub. his tongue invaded your mouth first, toying with your own playfully before pulling away entirely, leaving you wanting more.
he was getting close, you could tell. his hips pinned yours against the couch with each powerful grind. he positioned his arms on either side of you, using the leverage to thrust into you once again. your clit was abandoned, but the way he pounded you still had your orgasm dancing on the edge of breaking. his thrusts became sloppy and aggressive, his breathing ragged and small whines leaving him as he worked hard to chase his release. you squeaked at the sensation, and before you knew it you were being thrown over the edge for the second time.
the white, hot pleasure enveloped your entire body, your mind going numb as your pussy spasmed hard, causing donghyuck to seize up on top of you and spill his scorching cum inside you. you barely registered the feeling of his cum splattering against your walls, flowing deep. as you came down from your high, your body felt weak and your chest heaved from the effort of the orgasm you experienced. hyuck collapsed against your back, effectively crushing you against the arm of the couch. you grumbled underneath him, squirming but then immediately regretted it as it caused his cock to move against your sensitive walls. to make matters worse, his hips involuntarily bucked into you, causing you to hiss at the overstimulation and you heard him yelp as well.
hyuck gently kissed your shoulder before pulling out of you, his cum almost immediately following, dripping down onto your already soaked thighs. he helped you clean yourself up and was kind enough not to laugh as you limped to sit comfortably on the cushions of the sofa. He joined you, and you both sat together, breathing softly in each other’s company.
“so uh,” hyuck started, his eyes looking over at you and trying not to admire the way you were glowing in the soft light of the room. “do i still get that 20 bucks or…?”
he didn't have enough time to escape before you leaned over and started whacking his shoulder, his giggles sounding off loudly across the room. donghyuck may not have gotten $20 from you, but he was sure he would get to have you and call you his from now on.
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#haechan smut#nct smut#nct 127 smut#nct dream smut#haechan#lee donghyuck#donghyuck#nct#nct 127#nct dream
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Days of Blood and Starlight
by laini taylor
I never got to read this one but I know how ya sequels go so I was... cautious
on mobile so this is just gonna be long. tagging long post
Pros:
some extremely fun/effective formatting this time around, i tip my hat to you ms taylor
zuzana my love you deserve the best everything and i'm glad your mans uunderstands this
kaoru is going through A Time and making some truly dumb decisions but i cant even be mad at her really
did i mention teeth
almost enough teeth
teeth heists, not a phrase i thought i'd ever type but i'm so very glad i can
madrigal is more important, which is good because I aspire to be her
Cons:
thiago. send tweet.
no like seriously. ik getting the audience to hate your antagonist is a critical part of a lot of stories but jesus christ
jael is also terrible make no mistake.
truthfully hating these two both added and detracted from my experience it was weird
I'm pretty sure that several war crimes were committed but idk if the geneva convention covers magic or angels
deep sigh
protagonist isolates self in the second book of a ya novel to instigate plot and character development
zuz deserved better kaoru smh
Characters:
kaoru: girl i am. deeply concerned about your wellbeing. ik i just gave you shit for it in the last point but eat something. nap. hydrate. 5/10 for growing pains please talk to your friends
akiva: you fucked up bad and you're reaping what you've sown. in fairness you're not being stalker and are just trying to make amends so 6/10 good job but white savior isnt a good look on you m8
zuzana: ma'am I am still in love with you. I never stopped but I will complete your fairytale quests to win your hand. I want someone to ride or die for me as hard as you do for kaoru 53859319/10 a goddess
mik: never in my many years of ya have I met a better Obligatory Boyfriend Character. I'm not in love with you and you would not like me but I want someone to ride or die for me the way you do zuzana and her Wierd Missing Friend 5274/10 supportive and sets clear boundaries at the same time without being crazy
ziri: doing his best in a frankly impossible situation with a huge amount of trauma and no one to work on it with 9/10 A Boy who deserves love
hazael: rare that a fascist comes to terms with facism being Bad on their own. truly strength of character and I mean that unironically 10/10 excellent character arc
liraz: you are a fiery, seething ball of rage, and I cannot even begin to like you before you stop being a fucking racist. you care about your family and other women so theres that ig but 4/10 for being a White Feminist(tm)
thiago and jael: fuck. off. -4727496/10 die in a hole
ik im giving the characters a hard time but truthfully? great book, perfect continuation to the story, and a really good transition from ya romance to a true war story
that said, very serious content warnings for body horror, self harm, violence, and sexual assault
#long post#booklr#bookblr#daughter of smoke and bone#tbh i liked it more than book 1 or 3#but its a heavy read
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