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sillygoosealert · 9 days

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hiii🌚🌚 you should totally make a little thing where we’re running from danny during a trial and get stuck in a window while trying to vault and yk.. he fucks us from behind and it’s like a “help me step bro i’m stuck🥺” kinda position yk HEHEHE 😈😈😈

Sorry i fell off the face of the earth for a few days i had to like idk reset myself ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ

Never say step bro I'm stuck again I'm not even joking I'll block you, Stinky

Danny Johnson NSFW, raw, has no aftercare, and a little plot but mainly smut, he’s MEAN (cannon bc because he murders people), um actually he's also COCKY (cannon bc he kills people), and he calls you piggy ( cannon because he likes horror and that is a black Christmas reference) knife stuff

Fog whisps around you as you are forced into another trial. Another day another round. Is it day, or is it night? You may never find the answer.

The entity is cruel in your clothing, a skirt to your mid-thigh, and a button down. Nothing to keep in the warmth. Nothing to hide you from the reality that is the cold red forest.

You think your teammates must all be together- not including you, because a generator is done at lightning speed. Then you hear guttural screams, plural, also at lightning speed. Maybe you shouldn't get them, you'll too just die. Survival of the fittest. They won't remember the trial if you let them die, it's like they have a reset- or something.

You're crouching, lurking, and waiting. Not for long, as The Ghostface jumps out at you.

‘Boo’

He's snickering and taunting you. Mocking the screams of your now-fallen teammates.

A jungle gym is in sight, if you abuse the window and stun him, perhaps the hatch could be located. Maybe you're too tubby, or maybe because the entity is against you, but the window gets blocked from the top halfway through. You do not make it, you are stuck.

He’s snorting and making animal noises behind you.

‘What’s the entity feeding you that you can’t get through the windows?’

‘Oh, it’s blocked.’

He grabs your thighs and tries to pull you out. However, his pullout game must be weak as you do not budge.

He keeps his hands on your thighs as he whistles.

‘Can you not get out?’

‘No?’

‘Does this happen a lot?’

‘First time actually’

You're shivering, it's too much. He's too casual about it.

‘I could cut you in half and play magician, that would be rather amusing ’

‘Please don't’

‘Do you have something else in mind, piggy?’

Nothing. Actually, you're crying a little, but you don't say anything.

He starts to coo and awe at your noises, rubbing and kneading your ass.

He goes around to your other side and pulls out his camera. You’re a mess. Wiping away tears from your cheeks and eyes.

‘That's it. Perfect. That's the picture I'll keep of you.’

He’s taking a couple photo’s. More than needed. Maybe he likes it when you cry, the glossy kind of look.

‘Just me and you babe, whatever will we do?’

He snaps the band on your panties. You just realize nothing is left to his imagination from where he is now standing again.

‘Are you scared?’

‘A little’

There isn't any reason to tell the truth or lie to him. But you think he likes it when you're scared, something kinky.

The cold plastic of his mask is pressed into your ass. He's sniffing you..?

You can feel the squeeze of his hands on your thighs, groaning into them.

He takes off the mask, not that you can him. But the feel of his warm tongue is enough to assume he took it off.

But that's not the only thing to come off, as he slips off your panties as well.

Spreading open your folds, you can hear the shudder of the camera as he takes pictures of your pussy.

You know it's wet, it was dripping on your underwear. What lewd photos he now will have. Blackmail material?

He begins sucking on your clit, shoving his face into you.

Messy, unplanned, and purely out of want.

That's not how Danny usually went. Besides all the times he did things out of rage, like the laser tag incident..

After he's mixed his spit into your cunt, he's ready.

Pulling up his cloak and pulling down his pants, he stares at you.

You're pretty. And you have a nice ass.

Maybe you would make a good girlfriend, maybe.

But he just wants to fuck you right now, really hard

He pumps himself before sliding in.

He's thick, but also kinda lean?

You're shaking again, this is much too abrupt for you

Pinching your leg, he pulls out his blade.

‘A little blood never hurt anyone, right?’

He starts to cut into your thigh. His thrust growing more erotic

Putting the knife away, he smacks the place he just sliced up

Yelping, you start to cry, again.

‘I like that- you crying. Sob for me’

‘You're doing good, do you like merely laying there as you get violated? This could happen to anyone, whore or not. Does that scare you?’

A rhetorical question, he just wants you to cry while he scratches your bleeding leg.

He starts to rub your clit, whipping his knife out again.

‘Where do you want me to put my signature?’

‘It hurts- stop, please..’

Caving GF into your back is a blur to both of you, as he is still occasionally slapping your body around while thrusting considerably too hard

He pulls out and cums all over your wounds, covering them slightly in semen.

‘People would be shaking if they saw this. Are you shaking because of me?’

You didn't even realize you weren't stuck anymore. Only after you fell backward you realized.

‘I'm going to let you go back. But I want you to tell them what I did to you- scare them. Let them know they are not safe from me.’

‘Okay, I promise, I'll tell them’

He picks you up and walks around with you clinging to him.

When you are near the hatch, he puts you down.

‘A picture- for you, to keep’

He's sitting with you on the ground, keeping you in his lap. Putting his face right next to yours- actually, you don't remember when he put the mask back on. You didn't get to see his face.

The light hurts, but he gives you a little polaroid with the two of you face to face, cheek to cheek.

It would be cute if he didn't just cut up your legs

Tucking the photo into your bra, he drops you into the hatch. How kind of him.

He waves goodbye, you do not wave back.

It wasn't bad, it was just a lot. Rushed? Scary? Harmful?

Kinda hot, but you really hope he doesn't keep those photos. For blackmail reasons..

🎀

#dead by daylight #dbd ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface #dbd killer #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x you #dbd ghostface x reader #daisy writes #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #jed olsen

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active-mind-15 · 3 months

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I've got some more chronic Akashi brainrot for y'all...

I had re-watched parts of Last Game not too long and I remember the scene after Team Vorpal Swords won when Riko's dad bought a bunch of snacks and drinks for everyone to celebrate. While eating, Midorima asked Akashi (referring to the haphazard way snacks were spread across the table), "Are you sure you're okay with something so sloppy, Akashi?" And Akashi looked at him and said, "What are you talking about? We used to sit around and celebrate like this in middle school all the time."

It really stuck in my head for a reason I kinda mentioned the other day, when I was talking about Akashi's dynamic with Hayama. I won't explain that entire post, but I was mainly discussing how Hayama is touchy with Akashi but Akashi never minds, and the last sentence of my post regarding that was, "Akashi seems to be very unfazed whenever he's manhandled by his Rakuzan teammates which shows that he was never really that uptight about people touching him to begin with and people just assumed he was". This brings me to the main topic of this post: Akashi Seijuro and the assumptions the KNB cast has about his personality.

As I love to point out on this godforsaken app, Akashi has been done dirty by every adult in his life with the exception of his mother. So much of what went wrong in his 3rd year at Teiko was due to high expectations and the idea that Akashi was not allowed to be anything less than perfect at whatever he did, but at the root of all of this are assumptions.

False assumptions that he was able to handle such a heavy workload. False assumptions that he was ready to be captain in his second year. False assumptions that he was coping with stress well. False assumptions that he wasn't already cracking before he even enrolled in Teiko. He was let down so many times by so many people because people assumed he was okay when he wasn't and hadn't been for YEARS.

And I think it's a big reason as to how and why the rest of the Teiko gang unintentionally isolated Akashi back in middle school. They put Akashi on a pedestal and assumed that there was some sort of invisible barrier between him and the rest of the team. In the same way when, during Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi would stick his nose up at... eating chips and drinking juice with the homies... everyone has this idea that Akashi is more haughty than he actually is? Akashi isn't haughty at all. In fact, the Replace Plus Chapters highlight the fact that he's the complete opposite. This boy saved a baby in one chapter, and as the mother of the baby profusely thanks him, he says "Anyone could have done that." As if he didn't showcase superhuman reaction time and reflexes by pulling a baby out of a runaway stroller coming down a hill at high speed right before the stroller was obliterated by an oncoming truck. 💀

These assumptions make even less sense when Akashi has already shown people how much he doesn't want to be put on a pedestal. Again, back to the scene in Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi wouldn't be down for the "sloppy" afterparty, but Akashi had to remind Midorima that they'd already done things like that in middle school. Momoi has cute nicknames for every member of the Teiko gang except Akashi, who she refers to simply as "Akashi-kun". Maybe that was her assuming Akashi would never accept being called by a cute nickname. Never mind the fact that he already was being addressed as "Akashicchi" and "Aka-chin" by Kise and Murasakibara, respectively, and then later was being addressed as "Sei-chan" by Mibuchi. And you can't even argue that she didn't want to make Akashi uncomfortable, because Midorima has outwardly expressed before that he didn't wanna be called "Midorin" but Momoi just kept calling him that.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they're shitty friends for doing this. I just think that there was a lack of communication within the Teiko gang, and in an attempt to respect what they assumed were Akashi's boundaries, they unintentionally excluded Akashi from activities that he would absolutely participate in if he had just been given the chance.

This post is long asf so I'll just conclude here, but one of my delusional headcanons for the Teiko gang post-Extra Game is that Akashi becomes more open with them about how he feels and also about wanting to be included in more of their activities, and so he finally gets to experience having a regular hangout with friends like a regular teenager. I just think he deserves that so bad after feeling alone for so many years.

#wee woo wee woo this tumblr user is posting dissertations about akashi again #and i still have a reflection paper to finish before class tomorrow #i hate it here #kuroko no basket #knb analysis #akashi seijuro

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toastedjeans · 2 months

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Siren Tower AU!

I wanna keep this more on the silly side, but here's the basic gist of it.

There's a huge tower submerged in the ocean where many sirens and other sea creatures have found a home, and somehow humans have discovered it. They want to study and explore this tower, and the sirens are NOT happy about it, not wanting their home to be potentially destroyed. Pretty reasonable. But now, this random middle aged pizza baker somehow gets roped into this whole mess.

And here's the characters! (I tried to keep their heights accurate but idk if i succeeded)

And down there is some more info about everyone!

HUMANS (and Brick)

Peppino

He still has his pizzeria, but it's located a little closer to town. While business is slightly better than in game, he still has debts. But hey, he has his own apartment!! No more sleeping in the back of the pizzeria or on the floor!!

Peppino will sometimes just come to the shore or the port in the evening or at night to clear his head or be alone with his thoughts. Depressed guy. Will sometimes talk to himself when he thinks he's alone. He isn't necessarily afraid of the ocean, but because he can't swim, once he's in water the fear kicks in and he starts panicking.

He doesn't believe in sirens, mermaids, or other such creatures. Thinks they're just made up to tell scary stories of the sea. Jokes on him, he's about to meet the jolliest shark gnome man he's ever seen.

Brick

A gigantic rat that lives with Peppino, who didn't get a say in this. Just appeared one day, and no matter how many times Peppino tries to get rid of him, Brick always comes back. After a while Pep reluctantly accepts him and sometimes even takes him for a walk.

Brick actually loves to swim, but doesn't stay in the water for too long cause Pep won't join him. Like, he'll just leave if Brick stays too long. Kinda rude if you ask me.

Mr. Stick

Tax and debt collector, and a friend of Peppino. He often comes over for a pizza, then proceeds not to eat much, and rarely pays (he either says he's deducting it from Pep's debts or he lets someone else pay). He's kind of a piece of shit but outside of the whole money business he can be pretty nice.

He strikes me as a gambler tbh, either he's extremely lucky or extremely unlucky. Likes playing poker, and invites Peppino and Hazel to play after work from time to time.

Doesn't believe in sirens, but if he ever saw one he'd try to exploit it for money. He wouldn't kill it or anything though, mainly because he's too weak and he doesn't know how to handle guns.

Noisette / Hazel

She runs a little cafe near Peppino's pizzeria, and is good friends with him, but can sometimes be a little annoying. They hang out after work from time to time. When she notices that Peppino is having a rough day, she'll sometimes bring over a free cup of coffee or a slice of cake for him. Sometimes experiments with... interesting... food combinations, which are strangely popular.

She has loved mermaids and sirens since she was young and is very fond of them. Once she discovers they're real, she becomes even more fascinated and obsessed with them. You better believe she wanted to be a mermaid when she was young.

SIRENS

Gustavo

A little round shark man who is perfect in every way. He's curious and adventurous, and even though sirens and humans are enemies since, uh. A long time. He doesn't believe that humans are inherently evil. He'll help out whenever and however he can, but can get very aggressive when his friends or brethren are threatened. You will regret it if you anger him.

Noise annoys him often but they don't harm each other. He isn't really friends with Noise, but he will defend him if he's threatened or attacked.

One day he saves Peppino from drowning, which makes other sirens sceptical of him, especially those who think humans are evil. He will later try to learn human language to be able to communicate with Peppino better.

Noise

Goblin shark. He can theoretically go on land for a bit, but needs some water nearby. He's a little sceptical about humans, but not outright hostile. He likes annoying pretty much everyone, especially Peppino once they meet (he thinks his reactions are funny).

He throws sea urchins and pufferfish at others like bombs, as he (like most sirens) is immune to their poison / venom. While he's usually an unhinged gremlin, he just about melts when with Hazel. But of course he tries to hide this from others.

Fake Peppino

Created by Pizzahead from DNA of frogs, newts, and Peppino (obviously). He was meant to be a weapon for sirens against humans, and thus is supposed to be hostile. Unfortunately, he turned out to be extremely affectionate, and he loves hugs. Much like Gustavo, when friends are attacked, he can get downright deadly. He can also regenerate body parts like an axolotl, unless his brain has been damaged. Like, you can rip both his arms off and they'll grow back within a day.

He becomes close friends with Gustavo, and is kind of fascinated by Peppino (other humans too, but mostly Peppino). He would play in the water with Brick once they meet, and become friends with Hazel. Can go on land as well, but prefers the water. He communicates with croaks, gurgles and other noises, and can speak very limited human language (very few fractions of words or sentences, it just sounds like gibberish), taught to him by Pizzahead.

Pepperman

Lumpfish (idk either just roll with it). He's kind of indifferent to humans, but he does think he's better than them. I could see him making a brush or something out of seaweed to draw. And then always getting upset that his drawings never stay cause of the water, but he keeps drawing anyway. Blames Noise for destroying his art even if he knows it's the water (Noise thinks it's funny). "Borrows" seaweed from Vigi's farm to make new brushes. But he'll also make statues out of various rocks and other things he finds laying around. Mostly of himself. Some humans think they're built from ancient civilizations, while others think it's some sort of elaborate hoax. Nobody recognizes Pepperman's talent :(

Vigilante

Sea slug. He genuinely believes humans want to kill sirens for nefarious reasons, possibly cause he's a little older i guess. Hands just appear when he needs them.

He has an underwater equivalent of a farm (like, he grows and tends to seaweeds, anemones, corals, etc), that he inherited from his grandpa. He'd love to just tend to the farm all day, but feels obligated to punish anyone who does wrong. Unofficial officer / sheriff of the sea. He still has his cowboy hat because i said so let me be silly on main.

Pizzahead

Ribbon eel. He can give others a little shock as if he had like a hand shocker thing. It mostly just hurts a bit and isn't lethal cause cartoon logic. He does not like humans, but mostly because he grew up with everyone around him telling him they're evil. Actually he's very curious and fascinated by humans, which is why he decided to clone Peppino. Mostly cause he sees him the most on the shore. Somehow. How he actually got his DNA is a mystery.

Later on he decides / attempts to make Fakey into a weapon after witnessing how strong Peppino is. He obsessively learns human language and tries to understand as much about human culture as he can. But he'll twist things around and tell others that he does it to "better understand their weaknesses". Right.

Pizzaface

Stingray. The leader of sirens in the elusive Siren Tower. He HATES humans, especially after some divers discovered the tower and continuously come there to explore. Basically just doesn't want his and his fellow sirens' home discovered or threatened. He's disappointed in Pizzahead because he taught himself human language, even after given an explanation (or excuse).

SPECULATION CORNER

Aka characters i can't quite figure out what to do with yet

Burton

A whale shark bc I can't get enough of sharks apparently. Sharks are cool okay

Alternative: just Mr. Stick's husband who sometimes comes with him to Peppino's

Gerome

A sentient rock and John's older brother, who always took care of him and helped him with the tower. Now just does maintenance and keeps John company.

Alternative: Peppino's janitor, but still made of rock because that's silly

John

A sentient rock that used to carry the tower around through the oceans but somehow got cursed and is now part of the foundation and can't move anymore. Was he a siren before? Or just a pillar? Or maybe a fish made of stone? We don't know.

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #Siren Tower AU #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #brick pizza tower #mr. stick #the noise #noisette #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #pizzahead #pizzaface #toasted art #it's finally done #i hate being so slow with drawing but hey #to the three people who liked this idea. hope you enjoy #to everyone else. hello look at this silly fish thing

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reggies-eyeliner · 9 months

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THE CLASSIC MATCHUP - @littlelilbun

THE "HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU" COUPLE

#now playing ... video games by lana del rey!

miguel o'hara had never been big on physical touch. or talking. or purposefully making funny jokes. he actually wasn't a big fan on a lot of things. the only person he really regularly talked to was lyla, but that was only because he had to in order to get things going in the spider society-- but someone he could never find himself pushing away from was you. at first, being completely honest, he'd been so busy with monitoring the whole spider society that he'd neglected to realize that you and lyla were attached at the hip. both of you got along great, both having similar wardrobes and the occasional matching sunglasses. what began with conversations with solely lyla, even after work hours, ended with miguel joining in with the occasional wry joke every now and then. that slowly began to grow more into full fleged conversations with the three of you, and you and miguel had created a bond that seemed to be just about unbreakable.

he isn't big on romance, he likes to think, because he doesn't have the time for it. sometimes miguel says the words "the fate of the multiverse" and you and peter b. look at each other and snort a little, but sometimes you see the the corner of his lips twitch.

the first time miguel o'hara does anything remotely romantic is in battle, when some random universe's doc ock decides that you'd be the perfect victim. you weren't awake for most of it, but lyla tells you that miguel had practically dropped everything to save you, refusing to acknowledge the possibility that you wouldn't make it. he had stayed at the hospital every night to look after you, and every day grew into a week into two weeks before you were discharged, and during that time, both of you talked like there was no tomorrow.

when miguel actually realizes that he's in love and he's not having some sort of allergic reaction, he kind of sneaks in a small, quick question, even leaning against the wall to sound extra casual to lyla, "hey uh what's that new album taylor swift released" and lyla drops everything because . why is this man even asking this question . but it doesn't take long for her to connect the dots, and realizes that he wants to know more about your interests and what you like. lyla tells you, obviously, and fortunately, things progress from there.

once you two are actually together, miguel treasures lazy saturday mornings and cozy friday evenings. he even loves the "i'm so exhausted i might die" monday mornings on his way to the spider society, because he's with you. if you struggle with anxiety, while he might not know the best thing to do at first, he'll talk you through it every step of the way. but he won't ever pity you or see you as something broken, he sees you as someone who's deserving of respect, and most importantly, love.

oh man this guy starts keeping an extra hair tie on his wrist for you, or he literally keeps make up wipes in his storage cabinet (he asked peter b advice on what he keeps on hand for his wife 😭<33), and he definitely thinks it's awesome that you're studying six languages, and he'll also definitely ask you about it !! also he loves holding you while sleeping beacuse if a man is touch starved it's him

RANDOMIZED TROPE:

" SHARING A BED "

-> within two weeks of dating, miguel o'hara has realized a lot of things, mainly being that you thrive on physical touch-- something he's tried his best to shake himself away from. but as he watches you, arms opened wide for an embrace laying on a hospital bed after a particulary taxing day fighting doc ock, his heart stutters. slowly, hesitantly, he takes your hand, lying down beside you. he immediately warms up to your embrace, letting your head fall to his chest. lyla takes photos<33

a/n: thank you so so much for the request!! i am so so sorry that this took so long!!! if i missed anything please let me know >:D!<3 i hope you're doing alright + things are going okay for you!! remember to hydrate and eat well, take care!!!

#ellie's.matchups<3!#AGAGHSGCGGHH you seem so sweet thank you for requetsingAJHSH #you have . elite music taste #oh man i remember reading your ask being like IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER BWHAJAH #take care >:DD!!!#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #scheduled!

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starkeyslover · 1 year

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Them watching you get ready for bed and you only wearing panties and a tank top

Game: The walking dead the final season

Fem! Reader

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis

Warnings: Get's a little sexual but it doesn't go far. I didn't know how to write the title cause it could be many things like watching reader get ready for bed but I found it doesn't work well idk if that's just me tho💀

Clementine

When AJ used to sleep in the same room as you and Clem you would always and I mean always wear stuff to cover yourself up. Like pj pants and one of Clems hoodies. But when AJ moved into Tenns room you wore less. Like wearing short shorts and one of Clems shirt or just wearing your panties and the shirt you wore that day. At first Clem didn't think much of it, thinking you were just getting more comfortable since there isnt a little kid around anymore but soon she started taking a liking to it. Not in a sexual way; she liked that you were comfortable enough around her to be dressed like that.

One summer night it was hot. An unbearable type of hot that you want to rip your skin off because it was that hot. Because it is the end if the world you had no working air conditioning so the next best thing is to get rid as much layers as possible. Which is your white panties and a grey tank top. Clem was laying in bed as she waited for you to come to bed with her. You walked over to bed and you heard her whistle at you as she looked you up and down.

" Oh shut it." You blushed as you climbed in bed with her. Getting underneath the sheets you snuggle up to her. Her arm is around your shoulders and your head is on her chest while your arm rested on her stomach. She planted a kiss on the top of your head.

" You look beautiful."

Marlon

My guy go crazy seeing you just in your panties and a tank top. He watches as you get ready for bed. He smirks to himself as you unbuckle your belt and let it drop to the floor and pulling off your jeans. You take your shirt off over your head and let it fall to the floor. Your back is turned to him. He sees scars littered your back as you reach your hand behind your back to unclasped your bra but he gets up and comes up behind you and moves your hands for him to do it. He lowers his mouth to your neck and kisses your shoulder and going up to your jaw. Your bra falls to the floor and his hands instantly go to cup your breasts in his hands. A soft gasp leaves your mouth before you giggle.

" What do you think your doing?" You said quietly as you turn around to look at him. He looks down to you before flashing a smile.

" Just helping you out." He responded like he just wasn't groping you a second ago. You roll your eyes and give him a quick peck on the lips before turning around to go pick up one if his tank tops off the floor. A simple white one but you like it mainly because its Marlons and that it is loose on you. You bend down by your waist to pick it up before standing up and slipping it on. You hear a groan behind you and you turn around to face Marlon who is blushing hard.

" What?"

" Don't act innocence, Y/N."

Mitch

He won't say it out loud but he thinks you are the sexiest women on the earth. It fascinates him how easily you can get him all riled up even if you don't try. This night was no different.

You and Mitch were snuggling and talking about anything and everything. It was late and you didnt want to wear tight ass jeans and 3 layers of clothing to bed. Especially if you are sharing it with someone else. Without saying word you got up and sat at the edge off the bed to kick off your boots and take your jeans off. A sigh of relief leaves your lips and you start to take off your jacket before you got stopped.

" Come here, I'll help you." You heard Mitch say. You turn around and see him sitting up and he motioned you to sit on his lap. Without a second thought you sat down facing him with your legs by his sides. He grabs your jacket and pushes it off your shoulders and tosses it to the side he then unzips your hoodie and also tosses it to the side. Next was your t-shirt to come off he grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off of you and guess what? Also tosses it to the side. Leaving you in your bra. A blush forms on your face as he obviously stares at your boobs.

" Are you also going to take my bra off?" You asked. He looks up to you and you can see a faint blush form on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything other then putting his hands behind you and uncliping your bra and slipping it off you. A smile forms on his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. He's quick to bring his mouth to your boobs and play with them. A moan left your mouth as you bring your hands up to his hair.

" Mitch! It's late I want to go to bed!" He heard you whine as you pulled him off. He would look up to you with puppy eyes only for you to roll your eyes and you reached over to the nightstand you grab one of Mitch's tank tops and put it on.

" Y/N!"

" That is for another night, baby."

Violet

She secretly watches you get change. She pretends she us sleeping but really her eyes are open just a little bit to watch you get change.

She watches you take your boots off. You taking off your gun belt and it falling to the floor and then you unblocked your belt that held up your jeans to also take it off leaving you in your white and red heart underwear that had a little red bow on the front. Feeling herself blush really hard as she watched you unbutton your red flannel and for it to slide off of your shoulder onto the ground. She shifted in bed as you started to take off your matching red bra and for it to be tossed onto the chair leaving you just in your panties. You go over to your shared closet and you take out one if Vi's black tank tops. It hugs your body and you go over to your bed and you snuggle up to your girlfriend.

"I know you were watching, Vi."

Louis

Louis is already in bed with his arms behind he head as he waits for you. He's already ready for bed wearing is plaid pj pants that are black and a dark green and not wearing a shirt. He says wearing pants is enough. He has a small smile formed on his lips as his lidded eyes watches you get changes. You taking your Jean's off and t-shirt as well as your bra. He can feel himself blush just a bit when you took your bra off. He looks down to your panties that are black with a little bit of lace at the top of it. You walked over to your guesses closet and grab one of Louis's tank tops. Slipping it on the arm holes are big to the point there is side boob to be seen.

" Wearing my clothes again?" He asked. You smile at him and crawl onto your shared bed and sit on his lower waist.

" I like them" You answered simply before leaning down and giving him a kiss. Your hands going to his chest. His hands go up your thighs and grip them as you kiss. Pulling back you roll over to the side and lay down, pulling the covers over the two of you.

" Really, Y/n? Again?" He chuckled as he pulled you in close to him

" To keep you on your toes, Lou."

#x reader #writing #twdg x reader #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg mitch #twdg violet #twdg marlon

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melverie · 11 months

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So......about Solomon

Before we get started: Discussions on this post are more than welcomed as long as you keep it civil and constructive. At the end of the day, this is still a game about fictional characters, so there's no reason to literally harass others over liking or disliking a character If it truly upsets you that much--which is valid btw--than the best thing to do would probably be to simply not engage with the other party, and not harass them over it; you won't change anyone's mind that way. I know most of you aren't like this but unfortunately it still needs to be said Also, if you want me to add sources to some points, feel free to ask! I've tried to mention the chapters as I go, but I might still have forgotten some. Some of the arguments I make are also hidden behind certain player options; if you can't find them, fell free to ask about them and I'll gladly tell you Also also, general spoiler warning for both the og game and Nightbringer. I'm not really covering anything specific after lesson 60 in the og game and lesson 14 in NB, but I might still mention things from later lessons

Now, onto the actual topic. There've been quite a few arguments against Solomon in the past few days, but I mostly just want to focus on those three:

Solomon wanted to force MC into killing Lucifer at the end of season 2 in the og game

Solomon betrayed the brothers and keeps hiding behind "wanting to protect humanity" as a scapegoat for his actions (putting these two together bc I think they go hand in hand, but it'll make more sense later)

Solomon tricked Asmodeus into a pact without his consent

This entire thing is very long, so feel free to jump around if one point interests you more than another

Solomon wanted to force MC into killing Lucifer at the end of season 2 in the og game

[mainly 38-12, og & 38-15, og]

He did, yeah. But here's the thing

They were all forced into a corner since the fate of all three realms was on the line here, and with the Ring of Light's whereabouts still being unknown at the time, they literally had no other choice if they wanted to save everyone. It wasn't Solomon that randomly decided the only way to restore the Night Dagger's power was by killing a powerful demon, it's always been that way. And he can't just be like "Oh well, let's switch strategies then and focus on finding the Ring of Light" when the entire cast (minus Simeon) has no idea where the ring is and the last time any of them saw it was centuries to millennia ago, if not longer. They don't have the time to search for it considering all the destruction MC's Ring has already caused in such a short period of time

Solomon first tells MC to do kill Luci, only to add that he was just joking and knows MC would never actually go through with it. Then, he says that if they wouldn't do it, he'd do it himself. Which kinda sounds like forcing, right? Except this happens [38-15, og; pic below]:

He was prepared to, which doesn't clear him of trying to indirectly force MC, let's get that straight. But ultimately he drops it and accepts that maybe their only option really is to just die here. This is also the only time we see him acting against his beliefs btw

Also yes, Solomon might not have been the one that decided they needed to kill a powerful demon, but he seems to be the one that settled on said demon being Lucifer. The only other viable options would most likely be Diavolo and Barbatos. Don't know if the Demon King in his vegetative state still counts but similar to Diavolo, killing him would probably be seen as a direct declaration of war, so they're out. And from a strategic standpoint, Barbatos is the better option to be kept alive simply because of his powers. There most likely also is some kind of sentimental attachment at play here since Solomon is much closer to Barbatos than he is to Lucifer. None of justifies killing Lucifer of course, but we also need to acknowledge that everyone's hands were tied, they were out of time and given the circumstances, this was probably the best decision they could have come to (until Simeon showed up with the Ring of Light, of course)

Solomon betrayed the brothers and keeps hiding behind "wanting to protect humanity" as a scapegoat for his actions

First of no, he did not betray them. Ever since the end of season 2 Solomon has made it clear that his ultimate goal is to protect humanity and that he, similarly to Diavolo in regards to the Devildom and its denizens*, would do anything in his power to protect the human world and its inhabitants [38-15, og; pic in the point above] [38-19, og; pic below]

*friendly reminder that Belphie was charged with treason for planning to destroy the human world, since in Diavolo's eyes that would have severely damaged the chance of peace between the three realms [13-14, og]

Solomon continuously sticks to his beliefs. He said he'd protect humanity, and that's what he's doing. He never extended that kind of protection to the brothers, he never made any false promises, he didn't betray them in any way, nothing

I'd also like to point out he's not actively going out of his way to antagonize demons, or angels, or whatever. In fact, he even explicitly says that he does not wish to make an enemy out of either party [10-A, NB; pic below], which of course also extends to the brothers

You can even outright ask him if he's planning on backstabbing the brothers, and this is what he has to say [11-8, NB; pic below]:

And you know what? That is a valid concern. They can't say for sure what the future holds, and they just recently had to deal with the entire Ring situation that could have very easily destroyed all three realms, so wanting to be cautious and to be prepared for the worst makes sense. He also makes it clear that he does not wish to fight the brothers if it can be avoided, so there's that

And no, he's also not tricking MC into siding against the brothers in Nightbringer. Rather, he just wants to know that they're fighting for humanity should the relationship between humans and demons in general ever turn hostile. He puts the cards open on the table and gives a proper explanation to his reasoning for siding with humanity [11-8, NB], and once again goes a little further into detail before MC gives their answer [14-16, NB; pic below]. Plus it's up to the player if they choose to stand with him or not, and no matter what you choose, he accepts the decision

Also keep in mind that season 3 heavily suggests that the human world at large has no idea that angels and demons even exist, so MC is pretty much the only one he can even ask to help protect humanity alongside him to begin with. He can't just go up to a random guy on the street and ask them to fight something who's existence they aren't even aware of in the first place

Imo Solomon also seems to know more about where things might be heading than he lets on, with him actually knowing Nightbringer and whatnot, so granting himself some peace of mind by making sure he has at least one ally is perfectly reasonable

Also, Solomon is very much aware that he is not infallible. For example, he states that he realized he still has a lot more to learn about demons [60-20, og], and he even admits that he doesn't always know what the right course of action to any given situation is, which was part of the reason he first asked MC to help him with protecting humanity all the way back in season 2 [38-19, og; first pic below]. In season 2 he actually wanted for MC to be aware of what's happening, but it was Diavolo that decided it would be better to keep them in the dark for the time being [36-18, og]. He trusts MC's judgment and that they will help him make the correct decisions [14-16, NB; second pic below]

Solomon tricked Asmodeus into a pact without his consent

Before I get into anything, let's summarize the base situation so everyone's on the same page. This is based on the things Asmo tells us [53-16, og], as well as the things Sol tells us [6-18, NB]:

Asmo was trying to flirt with someone but their friends kept on telling him to leave them alone since he's a demon -> Asmo's dejected by this and goes to a tavern in Solomon's hometown

Solomon notices and feels sorry for him; he offers to talk to him and they chat for a bit

Asmo lets it slip that he's Lucifer's younger brother

they get drunk and end up forming a pact -> Solomon says that he was only able to forge a pact with Asmo because his judgment was impaired at the time

Right of the bat--yes, the way Solomon got his pact with Asmo is not okay. I'm not putting that up for debate. He fully took advantage of Asmo here, and there's nothing that can excuse that. I also want to make it very clear that it is in no way my intention to relativize this in any way. The way he went about getting this pact is, to put it simply, fucked up and I do not wish to condone that in any way. With the following points I simply want to explain how I see things. Maybe it'll put things in a slightly different perspective for you, maybe it won't. Now, I hope I made that clear enough, so let's continue

The way I see it, Asmo seems to be pretty okay with the pact. From the way he acts around Solomon in the present day all the way to him describing his reaction to the pact as just a "did I really sign that" [53-16, og], nothing seems to suggest that he holds any ill feelings towards Solomon, and personally I don't see any reason to be angry for someone who himself seems to take no issue with a situation that is directly about him

If it were as upsetting to Asmodeus as some make it out to be, surely he would have found a way to get out of it? Asmo is one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom; if he truly wanted to break the pact he could have just killed Solomon and that's it. And if the pact itself somehow prevented him from doing so, I'm sure Lucifer would have more than gladly stepped in. Heck, I bet all of the brothers would have made it into a family thing in a heartbeat if Asmo wanted out but couldn't do anything himself. As Thirteen told MC, Solomon is immortal, not unkillable

But speaking of Lucifer, shouldn’t the same sentiment about forcing others into a pact be held toward him, too? Because he basically did the same thing with MC. This is what happens when you tell him you don’t want a pact with him [20-14, og; pic below]:

Yes, this comes down to player choice and yes, you need to make the pact for story continuity, but it ultimately does not change the fact that in-universe he forces MC into a pact if they say no

Also speaking of forcing others into a pact--Mammon and MC, anyone? Yes, MC did it because Levi asked them to so he could get his money back. We know they had no ill intentions. But you never know what the future holds and Levi literally proposed to basically hand over part of Mammon's agency over himself for the money Mammon owns him, to someone Levi has met about 5 minutes prior, knows nothing about and who's only been in the Devildom for a couple of hours at that point, no less. Lucifer also mentions that demons literally cannot resist temptation [4-10, og; pic below], so there literally was no way Mammon could have just noped out of that pact. We all know how badly he wants his credit card back, after all

To top it all of, we have MC's and Mammon's conversation in Nightbringer where Mammon explicitly says that he would only want to forge a pact with someone that is special to him [2-9, NB], and that he'd make sure to be their first pact [2-11, NB], yet he is forced into his pact with MC. A pact that ultimately turns out to be exactly what he wanted, but nonetheless he was stripped of the ability to say no when it was forged

And for the record, I'm not saying "oh, others did it too, so we shouldn't be so harsh on Solomon!!!" No! Forcing a demon into a pact isn't something that should be taken lightly. A pact literally means a demon hands a huge chunk of control of themself over to a human for as long as the pact exists. And on the other hand, for a human, making a pact with a demon usually means selling their soul. Neither party should EVER be forced into it. We of course don't know if MC actually sold their soul to Lucifer when they made their pact, but even if they didn't, Lucifer's "I won't belong to you. You will belong to me" speaks for itself

What I am trying to say here is that if you want to be mad at Solomon for forcing Asmo into a pact without Asmo's consent (which, again, is valid), you should also be mad at MC for forcing Mammon, and Lucifer for forcing MC into a pact

Anyway, back to Solomon now

Solomon actually admits that he used to treat demons like collectables--more or less, at least since he immediately follows the confession up with "just kidding" [14-14, NB]. Judging by what we've seen in the og game though, he seems to genuinely make an effort to better his relationship with the demons he has made a pact with, or at the very least with Asmo and Barbatos. I mean, the difference between Sol's relationship with Barbs in the og game vs in Nightbringer is night and day

In the present time, Asmo and Solomon are also super close. I literally cannot think of a single instance where they did not get along (though it might have happened like once or twice). You can literally pic any part in the og game to see their relationship play out, but some highlights include Solomon saying he got a huge oil painting of Asmodeus as his "permit" to summon Asmo across worlds [39-13, og] (which is not something you would allow someone you hate to do btw) and both of them mentioning that the two of them repeatedly hang out together in the human world [Proud Brothers, devilgram on Asmo's page, og], the hickey on Solomon's neck that's most likely Asmo's doing [Who Left the Hickey?, daily chat with Mammon, og]. Asmo (while drunk) is comfortable enough to tell Solomon that his cooking sucks and Solomon actually takes it to heart [47-16 hard mode, og]. Then there's Asmo's excitement at Solomon being in the Devildom for the first time [Proud Brothers, devilgram on Asmo's page, og; both of the pics below]

There's also that infamous chat pic of them doing face masks together (that I unfortunately don't know which chat it belongs to, so if someone could tell me, I'd appreciate it <3)

I don't know about you guys, but that's not typically an activity I do with someone I despise

So it's clear that current day Asmo holds no malice toward Solomon

Which, finally, leaves us with the way they forged their pact in Nightbringer

[mainly 7-12, NB & 7-15, NB]

@impish-ivy already went over it in this post, especially in the tags (I highly suggest checking out the reblogs as well btw), but to reiterate--Asmo was IN NO WAY forced into that pact. His brothers tried to talk him out of it, but at the end of the day Asmo willingly agreed to it. Yes, they were in a dangerous situation, and yes, Solomon used that as a basis to ask for the pact, but as ivy correctly points out in the tags, Lucifer could have easily handled the situation by himself, yet Asmo agreed regardless. By implying that Asmo was in any way, shape or form forced into that pact you're not only taking away a huge amount of his agency, but you also deny him his character moment and development that came with this scene. Asmo himself says that forging this pact will finally help him accept himself as a demon. Taking this moment from him is doing him a huge disservice

Aaaand that's pretty much all I have to say

If there's anything else you'd like to add, OR if there's anything you don't agree with, feel free to share! And once again, I'd like to remind everyone that civil and constructive discussions are more than welcomed on here!

Anyway, thank you all for reading, hope you have a great day! <3

#can't believe i'm writing something like this about some fictional guys that are loosely based on some other guys from the freaking bible #but here we are i guess #obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me mc #;mel's analyses #mel's starry musings

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I Still Don’t Like You

✧ pairing: uni student!eren x fem!reader

✧ summary: while waiting for your friend, armin to arrive, you’re unfortunately stuck with his unsociable and unbearable roommate, eren. and as the storm rages on outside, you and eren find every little single thing to bicker about until all that frustration morphs into lust.

✧ content: 18+ MDNI, one shot, uni au, hatesex kind of-ish, thigh riding, penetrative sex, mild degradation, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, creampie, daddy kink, forced proximity, unprotected sex, wc 5.4k

✧ note: trying to write a hatesex scene but i’m too much of a softie so let’s see how this goes

The chime of the doorbell, followed by three knocks, came as a nuisance to Eren, who was too busy playing a video game. He assumed the person on the other side would get the hint that no one would answer, but by the fourth knock, he forced himself off the sofa. He should've guessed it was you - no one else was as persistent. And no one else would be outside while it was pouring rain. Yet, you were there, clothes drenched and shoes stained with grass blades and mud.

"Armin isn't here," Eren said, ready to shut the door.

"I know," you replied. "He told me to wait since he'll be back soon. He said he would send you a text telling you I'd stop by."

"Well, he didn't." He confirmed confidently, even though he hadn’t checked his phone in the past hour.

"He said he did."

"Nope."

Eren noticed your jaw clench before you pulled your phone from your pocket and began scrolling. He sighed, leaning his weight onto the doorframe as he waited for you to shove the device in his face. He read the exchanged messages, and you weren't lying. Armin did tell you to “make yourself at home” while he was away. Well, shit, Eren thought. He couldn't send you away. If he did, Armin would have a field day lecturing him about how he shouldn't be so rude. Lucky for you, Eren didn't want to listen to Armin's speeches.

"Take your shoes off." He begrudgingly opened the door wider.

"I was planning to."

To Eren's surprise, Armin, in fact, did send a message alerting him about your arrival. Followed by a string of texts asking why he wasn't responding and warning him not to ignore the doorbell. Eren tossed his phone back onto the sofa after sending an "okay" back as a response. It was an hour too late, but at least he had replied. After a few seconds, you appeared in the living room while Eren was already settled on the couch, placing his headphones back on paying no attention to you.

“Who was at the door?” Jean’s voice asked though the headset.

“Armin’s friend.”

“Who?” Jean persisted.

“Some chick.” He responded annoyed by Jean's questions. “Reiner! We were supposed to head right not left!” Eren shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“The pretty one?” Reiner piped up.

“Now you pay attention?” Eren scoffed.

“Well, is it her?” Jean added.

“Yeah, now pay attention.” Eren rolled his eyes as the two idiots continued to talk about you. They were barely paying any attention to the game. Eren didn’t understand why they were so taken by you. Sure, you weren’t ugly, but you were annoying and rude. So fucking rude. It pissed him off.

Despite his evident dislike toward you, his friends - mainly Armin - didn't comprehend why there was animosity. Armin and the others saw you as this sweet girl, but Eren knew it was just a façade. You had shown him how cruel you really were months ago at a party. And ever since that interaction, he decided you were one of the worse people he had ever met. You were bossy, a know-it-all, and had such a smart mouth. He could never say anything because if you were around, you would correct or say something back. It was like you were trying to irritate him on purpose.

"Dude, what the fuck! Why the hell did you just kill me!" Jean yelled.

"Because you won't shut up." Eren smiled, feeling proud that he hadn’t missed his shot.

"Let's just focus; we're going to lose at this point," Reiner interrupted, exasperated by the constant fighting.

Unlike Eren, who had turned in his assignment a day early, his two friends had procrastinated until the last minute. Jean would've stayed longer to finish the game; however, Reiner persuaded him to log off immediately by reminding him his grade would drop. Eren was about to join a random team until he remembered you were there. Where the hell is she? He immediately thought you were snooping around. It sounded like something you would do. Scared by that thought, Eren walked down the hall to see the bathroom light on. He was about to turn around, but considering you had been there for a while, he decided to knock.

"Uh, are you alright in there?" He cringed at his sudden awkwardness.

You opened the door enough to see Eren. He stood there, arms crossed with the same bored expression he always had. Would it kill him to at least politely smile? Anytime you encountered him, he was always in a sour mood. He was the definition of moody. But alas, he had let you enter his home, so the least you could do was be civil. “Can I borrow the hairdryer? My hair and clothes are cold and damp.”

“That's why you've been here all this time?"

“Would you rather me sit on the sofa with wet clothes?”

Eren sighed, running his hand through his loose hair before he looked at you. “Fine.”

Eren muttered something under his breath, but you didn't pay much attention. It was likely one of his many complaints about your presence. Instead of retorting back, you smiled and closed the door. It was best to avoid him as much as possible. You knew he didn't like you. Eren never tried to hide how much your mere existence bothered him. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand him either.

Once the warm air touched your skin, the goosebumps began to disappear. And you wished you had worn a raincoat instead of your favorite cardigan. Your jeans and socks were also damp, clinging uncomfortably onto your skin. Directing the heat toward the denim, you hoped it would make the material dry a smidge. However, it left your legs feeling colder once you removed the warm air back to your hair. It would likely turn into a frizzy mess, but you would deal with that later. At least this waterproof makeup is doing its job, you thought.

Two knocks on the door were followed by Eren's voice. You cracked the door open again, noticing the clothes draped over Eren's forearm. "Here." He said, extending out the clothes. "Might be big, but it's better than the clothes you have on."

"Thank you, very thoughtful."

"I just don't want the couch getting wet," he stated. You shrugged, unbothered by his comment. You were too happy taking the dry clothes from him to bother with his attitude. "We can throw your clothes in the dryer."

"Thanks."

"Sure." And with that short response, he left.

Sometimes Eren's aloofness amused you, but most of the time, you found it off-putting. There were instances where Eren's snarky comments made you bite back. Especially when he muttered something under his breath. It was one of his annoying habits. He was always mumbling complaints about everything. Someone could trip in front of him, and he would be irritated at them for blocking his path.

Eren's irritable demeanor was the reason neither could get along in the first place. If it weren't for his snappy attitude, you and he might have been able to get along. But getting along with Eren was as unlikely as winning the lottery.

You had little interest in forming a friendship with him, yet sometimes you wondered how things might have turned out if neither insulted the other. Maybe if you hadn't said that his ex-girlfriend made the right choice dumping him, because who would want to date a guy with commitment issues, anyway? Your dig at him was based on rumors you heard on campus. You didn't know if he was unloyal, nor did you know who his ex was. At the time, though, it seemed like a valid response. Your anger drove you to say those things after he commented on your relationship.

Somehow, Eren knew about your cheating boyfriend, and you deciding to give the guy a second chance. Eren was sure to judge you for continuing to date your then-boyfriend. According to Eren, you only gave the relationship another try because you had unresolved abandonment issues. He could've stopped there, but he continued to talk, informing you that he had enough self-respect to accept when a relationship was over. Never had you ever hated someone so much on the first day of meeting them.

Neither you nor Eren ever apologized. You tried to move on, but sometimes you still heard his judgmental voice. Because in the end, he was right; trying to save the relationship was a disaster waiting to happen. When you finally broke up, you cried for days because you regretted not listening to the jerk. Knowing how little he cared, he had probably forgotten the entire fiasco. Pushing the unpleasant memory aside, you changed into the soft cotton black tee with some obscure band name. After securing the oversized shorts, you headed out of the restroom to find Eren immersed in his digital world.

"Where's the dryer? I can go ahead and start it." You said, gaining a glance from Eren. It wasn't until his eyes scanned your attire that you became hyperaware of how ridiculous you must look.

"The dryer is a pain in the ass, but lucky for you I've dealt with it enough to get it to work." He commented as he led you down the hall.

"Why don't you fix it?"

"If I knew how I would." He answered with an annoyed tone.

"Right." Calm down, he lent you clothes, you reminded yourself as your grip tightened on the wet fabric. "Why not call maintenance?"

"We have. The guy "fixed" it, but it still takes a few tries to properly work."

You quietly followed Eren toward the door adjacent to the restroom. While you waited for him to get the machine working, you glanced toward the bedroom across the hall. Similar to the living room, the room had floor-to-ceiling windows with a perfect view of the city’s skyline. The sky was grey, and in the distance, heat lightening illuminated the clouds while the rain continued to slide down the glass. It was a view you loved to admire each time you visited Armin.

“This place is pretty fancy,” you commented. “Surprising how they can’t fix a dryer.”

“That's what I said,” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t mind though,” you added. “I mean with a view like this a dryer isn’t much of an issue.”

“You say that because you didn’t deal with it pausing every two minutes.”

“No, I say that because I mean it.”

Eren stared at you for a split second before returning his attention to the dryer. He mumbled, as usual, before telling you to toss your clothes in. The dryer made a few hazardous sounds before the clothes began to tumble. Eren didn't seem worried about the noises, so you trusted a fire wouldn't spark.

“Thanks again.”

“Sure.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying you’re welcome?”

“And you know you don’t have to thank people for mundane things?”

“I’m just being polite.”

"So, let me get this straight, you thank people for politeness' sake, not because you mean it?

“I mean it.”

“Now that’s bullshit.” Eren turned around and began walking back to the living room, where he sat back down, controller in hand, ready to resume his game. You sat on the opposite edge of the couch, arms crossed, trying to ignore him.

“You know-“Eren's humorless chuckle interrupted you. “What?” You snapped.

“Took you less than two minutes to bring the subject up again.” He said, eyes glued to the screen as his fingers effortlessly controlled his character. “I thought it would take you about five before you started saying stuff.”

“Why are you like this? You can't read me-“

“I can.”

“No, you can’t. You’re just an ass.”

“What happened to being polite, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart? The word made your blood boil. No, it wasn't the word; it was his arrogant tone. If he was trying to be belittling or intimidating, he failed. However, he had resurfaced your anger. I can't fucking stand him, you bitterly thought. You couldn't stand how he continued to play his stupid game. You hated how he lazily sat, manspreading, entranced with the virtual world. You despised how he easily ignored your presence like you didn't matter.

Instead of retorting back, you sat silently, watching the rain hit the window repeatedly as thunder rumbled between the clouds. Sometimes your gaze would land on Eren's side profile, dark brows furrowed as the annoying clicking continued. He rarely moved, and if he did, it was to pop his knuckles or neck before muttering an insult to another player.

After what felt like an eternity sitting there without talking, Armin's incoming felt like a gift from the heavens. “Hey,” Armin said. “Sorry for the wait! I thought I would be back by now, but I'm still at my parent's house. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," you reassured. "Better to be safe at home than driving in this weather."

“I just wasted your entire evening. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay; I had already set this time apart anyway."

“Not taking no for an answer,” Armin said. “I’ll order dinner next time we meet.”

"Can't say no to that."

If you weren't too focused on listening to Armin suggesting a day that would work for both, you would have sworn you heard Eren scoff. You didn't want to believe his discontent was because of you, but you couldn't rule it out either. Everything you did always seemed to annoy him. Ignoring Eren, you continued to talk to Armin for a few more minutes before saying goodbye.

“Is it okay to stop the dryer?” And for the first time since you had sat down, he looked at you. “I want to change before I leave. I do not want to look like a kid who raided their great-uncle's closet."

A slight smile tugged at his lips, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “You look fine.”

“I don’t think so, but that is not the point. I need my clothes.”

“My clothes are not something a great-uncle would wear,” Eren said, completely ignoring everything else.

“Eren, seriously I don’t have time to argue with you - again.”

“We're not arguing,” he smiled, crossing his arms across his chest. “Just a difference of opinion.”

“That’s literally how arguments begin,” you groaned.

“But it’s raining.”

“So?” You deadpanned. “I drove over here in the rain, and you didn’t seem to question that.”

“But it’s really raining. And you said it is better to stay indoors than to drive in this weather."

“Fine, be that way. I’ll just break your precious dryer.” You said heading directly toward the machine that sounded like it was about to combust. At the sound of the controller hitting the coffee table, you quickened your pace.

“Don’t,” Eren warned.

Eren’s hand wrapped around your wrist, but he was mistaken to think that would halt you. You yanked yourself from his grasp and reached for the doorknob. Eren’s hands grabbed your waist, pinning you against his chest within a blink of an eye.

“Why don't you ever listen?" It was more of an observation than a question; either way, it annoyed you.

“You say that as if you do," you scoffed.

You angled your neck to make eye contact to find he was already looking at you. The close proximity magnified as a whiff of his cologne hit you. You could tell it was the same scent on the tee you wore. But on Eren, the intensity of the cardamom was seductive and sweeter.

"Someone needs to teach you how to be nice."

"Like who? You?" You rolled your eyes. "You're worse than me."

Eren's brows furrowed; you were really testing his patience. And if he was a real asshole like you claimed he was, he would have kicked you out the second you opened your mouth. That fucking mouth of yours that said all the right things to push his buttons. And those lips. Those kissable lips of yours that he wanted to have against his. But kissing you was a bad idea. Instead of acting on a regrettable impulse, he leaned closer to your ear and whispered. "Exactly like me, sweetheart."

Eren smirked, content that his little comment made you finally shut the hell up. He dropped his hands and walked past to open the dryer. Your clothes were still damp, but if you wanted to wear uncomfortable clothes in the pouring rain, who was he to stop you?

"Doubt you're capable of anything," you impulsively said as Eren faced the machine. "You're all talk, Eren. Guys like you only say shit because they have some ego issues."

"Guys like me? Or do you mean guys like your ex?" He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. The dryer door shut, and Eren turned around, your clothes in his hands as he approached you. He stood so close. His addicting cologne engulfed you, and all you wanted was to drown in his scent all night. "Doubt that scumbag is anything like me. Believe it or not, I'm fun to be around."

Your fingertips brushed Eren's skin as you reached for your clothes. The brief touch left you curious to feel his body; you wondered if his arms and chest were as soft. Once those lustful thoughts began infiltrating your brain, it was a warning sign that you needed to leave. Whatever sort of twisted game you found yourself in had to end. However, this dance of push and pull fueled your adrenaline. You wanted to see how far you could go. How far Eren was willing to go.

“According to who?” You challenged.

“You sure know how to be annoying as hell.”

“Not my question.”

“Don’t care.”

The distance separating you from Eren was gone. You were uncertain if you had stepped closer or vice versa, but it did not seem to matter. It didn't matter when the damp clothes dropped to the ground or when you felt your back touch the wall. It mattered less when his lips hovered a millimeter from yours, his palms flat against the wall, caging you in.

“Why don't I just show you.”

Your usual self would have said that you wouldn't want him to show you even if he was the last man on Earth. That you rather be celibate for the rest of your life. But you ached for him. Badly enough that you nodded with a soft okay before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the desperate kiss. Never had you kissed someone with so much heated need. All your emotions washed over you, reminding you how much you hated him. Hated how he wore the same rude, bored expression whenever he saw you. Hated how he seemed to talk to other people kindly while he usually dismissed everything you said. Hated the way he never greeted you. Hated how you heard stories about him with his friends and how nice he was, yet with you, he was as dull as a rock.

As Eren slightly tugged on your lower lip before caressing his tongue into your mouth, you felt yourself pour that hostility into the kiss. Eren reciprocated with equal heated fervor. You felt it in his hands as they traveled down your body, cupping your breast before going down toward your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You sensed his self-conflict as your arms wrapped around his neck as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“Eren,” you sighed, feeling him press his thigh between your legs, aiding that desperate ache. You felt your sex begging for attention. Pleading Eren to soothe that burning desire you felt deep within you.

“You drive me insane.” He added pressure, and you hummed, rolling your hips slightly. “I want to punish you for all the headaches you give me while you’re begging for more.”

“You’re a lunatic.”

"And you're needy."

"I hate you so much."

"I hate you even more," he smirked, tugging down the waistband of the shorts you wore. The moment the fabric pooled at your feet, Eren caressed your ass, hooking his fingers onto the panties, but he didn't remove them. Instead of giving you what you wanted, his thigh lightly bounced against your center. The wet spot on the fabric damped at the feeling, and the satisfied smile on his face told you he noticed.

"Show Daddy what a needy slut you are."

The warmth in your cheeks grew hotter as your hips moved. You wanted to control yourself, to prove you did not want him. However, your body told another story. Your deep, shaky breath and the eager rocking of your hips were a dead giveaway.

"Eren, please."

"Please what?" You wanted to smack that smug look off his face so badly. You wished you could tell him he did not affect you. Because if you conceded, it contradicted everything you had ever said about him. Your claims about him being an average-looking guy who probably couldn't please would be thrown out the window. All the times you said you would never let him touch you when others seemed to be in line for a fraction of his attention would be lies.

Don't fight it. Tell him.

"Touch me." You caved in.

"Where? Here?" He peppered kisses down your jawline, nipping at the skin. "Or maybe here?" You breathed in deeply, feeling a light spank on your ass. "Perhaps you mean here?" His fingertips tapped on the wet spot between your legs. "It's here, isn't it?"

"There. Right there."

"See? Not so difficult," he chuckled, moving your panties to the side. You felt relieved, feeling two of his fingertips finally touch your aching core. He hummed against your ear as he touched and caressed your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers. "Mmm, baby, you're so wet for me."

Without warning, Eren dipped two fingers into your entrance, slightly curling the digits before gliding them back out. You bit your lip to stop yourself from whining. You didn't want to inflate Eren's ego any further by letting him know you missed that brief touch. Your resolve didn't last more than a minute. His fingers were long, reaching places you couldn't. His knuckles grazed your folds the deeper he went, weakening your knees.

Eren could feel his dick fucking pulsing. He could feel that ache, that need to be inside your warmth, growing as he worked his fingers inside you. He wanted his dick to be hugged by your walls, but he was stubborn and wanted to see you beg for him. He needed to push you to the edge until you regretted being such a nuisance in his life. Wanted to show you just how much he couldn't stand you. How much your unpleasant attitude toward him irked him. He hated everything you did. He hated how your lips curved into a bright smile when you found something funny. He hated how you talked to him like he was nothing more than Armin's roommate. Most of all, he hated how you tried to befriend him that night months ago before it all went to shit.

Stretching you with his fingers wasn't enough. He needed to feel every inch of you with his cock buried deep inside you while you cried out his name. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion so you would never forget how good he made you feel. And if you ever came crawling back begging for more, Eren would gladly fuck you again and again. Until no one else could ever satisfy your needy cunt. He slipped his fingers out and placed them inside your mouth, your tongue cleaning them off like the good girl you were.

"Tell me what you want, baby." His question made the knot in your stomach tighten. And you knew the correct response, but he had teased you so much it was only fair he got a taste of his own medicine.

"Take off your shirt."

"Curios aren't you," he grinned, pulling the black tee off and tossing it carelessly onto the ground. You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but fuck. When Armin mentioned Eren didn't skip a day at the gym, he wasn't lying. The guy was toned. His shoulders were broad, and his collarbones were visible enough to caress. The lower your eyes traveled down his torso, you realized you were unapologetically ogling him, and it seemed to boost his ego. Of course, it did. "You can touch me y'know." He brought your hand onto his chest.

Despite trying to act nonchalant, your eager fingertips began to trace his collarbone, down the crevasse between his pecs, the ripples of his abs until you reached his happy trail. You looked up at him and watched how his adam's apple bobbed as you traced the outline of his bulge.

“You're hard." You looked at him with lustful eyes, hand sliding into the fabric until you cupped his length. It delighted you to see his unbothered expression finally breaking. He held his lower lip between his teeth. He was holding back. You were beginning to understand why he enjoyed tantalizing you. Watching as he tried to keep his composure made the wait a hundred times better.

"I want you," you finally confessed, pulling his sweatpants and briefs down. He was bigger than you anticipated. You would be lying if it didn't worry you, but you knew the pleasure you would feel from him would be worth it. So fucking worth it. You slipped off the baggy tee, and Eren's eyes devoured your frame with such desire it made your heart palpitate. Eren's arms wrapped around your body as he brought you closer to him, holding the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Unlike the first time, this kiss was filled with an unknown passion and gentleness that surprised you.

"I want you too," he said, fingertips unclasping your bra before tossing it aside to be forgotten. His large hands cupped and kneaded at your breasts before he leaned down to lick around the areola. Your hands cradled his head as his tongue flicked the nipple and his mouth sucked, leaving your heart racing faster from the teasing touches.

"Daddy, please, I need you," you begged, tugging on his long, soft hair.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You nodded, anticipation was eating you up and there was nothing else that you wanted more than Eren between your legs. "Turn around."

God, if Eren had known you actually listened during sex, he would've fucked you long ago. You didn't argue at all! Not one bit as you set your forearms flat against the wall, ass toward him, eagerly waiting for him to fuck you. Eren couldn't wait, either. Once you walked out of that bathroom wearing his shirt, he cursed his mind for going directly into the gutter. He couldn't help himself. All he could think of was you walking around his apartment, wearing his clothes with nothing else underneath. And now that you were there, ready to take him in, he was looking forward to enjoying every inch of you. All that was between him and your pussy was your sopping underwear. Eren wanted to rip them off you but knew you would whine about it, and he didn’t want to argue. Not now when he was so close to feeling you. So, like the gentleman he was, he removed them without tearing them apart.

And you were so wet. So fucking wet, that he wondered if arguing with him turned you on. He would not be surprised if it was some sick foreplay you liked. That possibility made his eagerness grow. He knew exactly how he would continue to torture you when you pissed him off. The look on your face, if he ever insinuated that you might be getting wet while arguing, would be golden. Yet, that would have to wait. Right now, all he was focused on was spreading your legs apart as he ran his tip against your folds. The sinfulness of your arousal glistening against his skin made him harder. He spat into his hand, giving himself a few strokes watching as you waited impatiently for him. He gave your ass a slap, jolting you forward when he saw your hand snaking down to your clit.

"Be patient."

"It's not fair," you whined.

"Needy, pathetic slut." He gave your ass another loud smack, inciting a lewd moan from you. He smiled, caressing the skin as you hummed, pressing your ass against his cock. "I'll tell you what's not fucking fair," he said, slipping his tip into you. "You and your assumptions - ah, fuck - about me - hell, you're so tight, baby."

Eren stretched you out so well that you felt like you had just entered heaven. He stayed there briefly, allowing you to adjust before pulling out slowly. You sighed upon feeling him again, but he didn't give you time to settle to his girth. His first few thrusts were gentle, but he seemed as desperate as you to feel that unadulterated bliss from fucking someone hard and fast. And that's what he proceeded to do. He fucked you like you were his and no one else's. Like if he was trying to prove a point that no one else would ever please you as he could. And perhaps he was right. You were enjoying feeling him slide in and out, skin against skin, as you moaned, begging for more.

Lightning illuminated the corridor as the rain continued to wash over the city. Moans and grunts intertwined with the echoes of thunder. Within a momentary stillness, you were able to hear your unsteady breath. You were able to focus on the pleasurable sensations running through your body. And you could also hear him. Could hear his soft breathing and even softer grunts like he was trying to keep himself from moaning. He was likely trying to be discreet about his own growing needs. Despite his efforts, you could feel he was enjoying himself. His hard shaft slipping in and out of your warm, tight cunt was all the confirmation you needed.

“I know you can go harder, Daddy,” You managed to say, trying to tease him but you couldn’t convey anything else other than pleasure. You yelped, as Eren’s palm sent a hot, stinging vibration down your ass. You tightly closed your watering eyes and tried to muffle your whimper with your hand.

“Too much for you, sweetheart?” Eren mocked, soothing the reddened skin. You shook your head, and he pulled out, turning you around to face him. He pressed you against the wall, hooking one of your legs to his hips.

"Want to see your face as I cum inside you."

"Already?" You smugly smiled.

“Starting to remember why I can’t stand you.”

“Yet, here we are.”

Your nails dug into Eren's shoulders the second he pushed into you. He wasn't holding back. He was sending you into another world. A world that muddled your thoughts and overwhelmed your senses. A place where you could feel his tip kiss that sweet spot deep within you. His kisses on your neck were sloppy, interrupted by his unsteady breathing as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

"Touch yourself." And so you did.

As your senses became hazy, nothing else around you mattered. Not the thunderstorm outside, your schoolwork, or potentially getting caught by Armin. Nothing seemed to matter except you and Eren, seeking that release you both craved. As you felt yourself nearing your sweet release, you cried out Eren's name. It no longer mattered that he was the guy that angered you. He made you feel so good you were starting to forget why you hated him. All those reasons seemed unimportant. Having him praise you as you came undone under his touch was all you needed to hear.

"Good girl," he cooed. "I'm close too, baby."

You pulled him into a kiss as you felt him filling you up. Felt how some of his semen seeped through you. How it was shoved back in with his erratic thrusts. You glanced down, watching as your bodies connected in the rawest form imaginable. His movements slowed down, and he lifted your chin with his fingertip. You loved how his emerald eyes were looking at you. Not with hate or disdain but with lust and some distant adoration. You loved it. Loved how all his attention was on you and nothing else.

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (imsoniac) miles morales x gn reader (platonic)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: in which miles finds out why he shouldn't shout his last name in the suit, even when it seems like he's alone.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 825

"The Spiders win! They got the series, the championship, the cup, the trophy, the whole enchilada with guac on the side! And Morales with the 102 homeruns in a single game! Put that man on a cereal box, because New York...what's uppppppp?!"

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Ever since you saw THE Spider-Man (or the newer one, anyway) at the local baseball field on a random visit to Brooklyn last weekend, you've been noticing strange things, mainly about your best friend, Miles Morales.

For one, Spider-Man sounded mighty familiar. It was your best friend's voice that brought you to peak over at the empty stadium in the first place.

Two, now that you really thought about it and have seen Spider-Man out of action, you'd realized their statures were fairly similar; either that, or you were just being delusional.

To top it all off: Spider-Man had said your best friend's last name and, supposedly by implication, his own, Morales.

But that was all speculation—the scrawny, geeky, nerdy high school student in front of you couldn't be Spider-Man!

Except he wasn't all that scrawny, though you had never seen him outside of hoodies and sweaters; and he was totally into superheroes; and being super intelligent didn't mean you couldn't have physical advantage as well.

Hm. Maybe he was Spider-Man. Or was Spider-Man Miles Morales?

Same thing.

"Hello? Earth to the International Space Station!" Miles snapped his fingers in front of your face, equally snapping you out of your train of thought.

You clear your throat, "Sorry."

"You were being real creepy there." Miles remarked, rolling on his chair back to his desk, "zonin' out while staring at me."

Right now should be the perfect time to test your theory, right? "I was just thinking about what I might have for lunch," You excuse yourself, "I'm thinking...enchiladas and guac."

"Sounds delish." Miles doesn't clue in just yet. In fact, he seems to take it as a passing statement, turning around to face his laptop.

"Might wanna watch something while I'm at it...hm, how about a replay of that baseball game over in Brooklyn from last weekend?" You hum to yourself, as though deep in thought.

"There wasn't a baseball game in Brooklyn last weekend." Miles tells you, his voice laced with confusion.

"There wasn't?" You mirror his confusion, "But I heard some shouting from the stadium when I visited!"

"...you did?" He's caught on now. He spoke simply, in order not to spill his own secret and also to find out what you knew. It basically confirmed what you'd been suspecting all week.

"Yeah. By the way, do you know if there's a player called Morales on the Brooklyn roster?" It's getting harder to contain your laughter.

"No..no, I don't." Miles swings around on his chair. Meeting your eyes, he realizes that you're not as confused as you sound; instead, amused. "Oh."

You were right. Ahh, you're a genius.

Your face lights up with a wider smile, but before you can say anything, Miles rolls his chair to the bed where you lay and waves his hands with a panic. "It's not what it seems like!"

"You're Spider-Man." You say finally.

"No! Yes, no...maybe!" When Miles sees that your grin only widens, he sighs, then points a finger at you. "Don't tell anyone."

"I won't," You raise your hands in fake surrender. "Spider-Man..."

"Shut up!" Miles was truly stressed.

"Alright, alright." You scoot forward to ease him, placing your hands on his shoulders and squeezing. "I won't tell."

"Phew.." Miles let out a sigh of relief, clutching his heart as though you'd given him a heart attack.

"I'm your best friend, Miles! You don't have to worry." You let go of his shoulders and smile.

Miles crosses his legs, looking up as he begins to list off things, "Oh, come on. You can be a bit of a chatterbox at times."

"What?"

"You're not one for keeping secrets, I mean, actually I don't know that, but you're a proactive gossip machine."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh."

Miles chuckled, his mood had lightened, "There's a reason you're not the first to learn–"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah." He said it like it was nothing; like it wasn't betrayal in its purest, most bitter form. "Ganke knows! So does my mom, and even Teo from the Bodega!"

"Teo? The old man with the ginger cat?" You stare at him, jaw slack and all. Flabbergasted, is the word, if you could think of it at the moment.

"Yeah." Miles confirms, again, like it's nothing.

It's not anger that rises, but extreme disappointment. "Miles! I'm your best friend, what the f–?"

He cuts you off, "I mean..." You give him a pointed look, and he waves it off, "Pfft, no..what was I even saying?"

"You have a lot to make up for. Show me!"

It's Miles's turn to be shocked. He expected to be asked for an explanation, not a demonstration; then again, it was you he was talking to. "Sure."

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Lesson learned: Never ask your best friend to show you his cool, electric spider-powers. He might throw himself off the building with you in his arms.

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@hofnarrofficial said: gimme everything you got just bury me alive (only if thats possible ofc lmao)

Ok.

Turbo's favourite movie is Herbie: Fully Loaded

He has ALWAYS been flamboyant/effeminate like you see King Candy being. I hate seeing people portray Turbo as this perpetually grumpy/angry bitter person all the time all because of the revelation scene being the one 'real scene' we have of Turbo in his original form. The reason why Ralph wouldn't recognize the similar behaviour pattern is because he didn't know Turbo well enough since he rarely ever left his own game unless it was to go to Tapper's to have a root beer and brag about winning to anyone who'd listen (mainly Felix). Need a 'draw/write Turbo being silly and goofy like King Candy is' solidarity.

Contrary to popular belief, he does like the color pink- he just has a very specific preference for that particular salmon shade of pink.

Turbo and the twins all had racecar beds to sleep in back in TurboTime.

Candybug's desire to take over the entire arcade at the end of the movie is his new cy-bug coding speaking; all Turbo has ever wanted is to race again and be in the spotlight. He would struggle to control his bug instincts not just in terms of resisting beacons of light but also in terms of acting upon intrusive thoughts in general. Mix that with anger and hopelessness that he'll likely never be able to drive again in this new form and you've got the perfect recipe for disaster, because what more does he have to lose?

Do not misunderstand: I too dislike the trope of 'he's just misunderstood' since that is far from the truth, but that doesn't mean he can't have moments where you feel empathy for him (at least in my case): you are programmed to be the protagonist of your world, the best, that is your sole purpose in the life you have. You become addicted to the attention you recieve- foolishly not thinking once that it's possible that may not be the same thing tomorrow. Once that is suddenly taken away, you don't understand why- you're the best. And because you are the best, instead of processing your losses normally, you won't let go. You're instead determined to take back what was rightfully yours. By any means possible. Making the biggest mistake of your life- you kill not just your neighbors but your own home out of impulse. You are to blame for the choice you took- guilt becomes rage, rage becomes bitterness, bitterness becomes calculative; why cry over spilled milk? The damage is done, and your code is desperately crying out to do what you were made to do: race. All you can do is start anew... don't dwell on the past if you want to have the spotlight again, processing your mistake doesn't matter anyway; and so, once a new racing game is in town- you'd be frothing at the mouth to hop in after decades of isolation, wouldn't you? You'd do anything, if you were that desperate and awfully selfish.

This leads us to the following: Turbo had a mental breakdown during his years of isolation, mainly because he was unable to race; this is why he laughs and giggles no matter the mood he's in as King Candy. It's a form of tic.

This might be a bit OOC? But whatever. Hilariously enough King Candy is a somewhat decent(take that with a grain of salt, I'll elaborate in a moment) fatherly figure: he treats the SR racers like they're his adopted kids. I say somewhat decent because of course he completely excludes Vanellope and because he picks favourites; Taffyta, Rancis and Candlehead are his golden children and because of that, he's sometimes willing to swallow his pride and let them cross the finish line before him.

Taffyta is VERY competitive and sometimes will get unreasonably aggressive to win and that's something KC admires in her because it reminds him so much of himself and the bond he used to have with the Twins, especially when competing. Another reason why Taffyta bullies Vanellope is because she knows King Candy dislikes her wish to compete and she feels like this is something that would please him regardless of his approval of it.

Again maybe kind of OOC-ish but I sincerely don't think Turbo outright hates Vanellope herself like. As a person; she has done nothing, but she does pose a threat to blowing his cover and he is not going to allow her. The one thing that bothers him a lot about her is her stubborness to race and always finding a way to weasel into the Random Roster Race. During the tunnel scene where he straight up becomes violent towards her, you can tell she's never seen him this angry to her before; this leads me to believe he never blew up on her before because, regardless of how much of a threat she posed for him; in his mind- he figured she likely would never really be in a situation where she would actually cross the finish line, and she's just a child, so why bother? Of course. That is until she sprints right past him on the race track and the rest is history. (And I have to clarify again I AM NOT justifying his actions; there is no 'justifying' any of it. This is an observation because of the reactions/expressions/etc. seen in the scene.)

Writing that previous hc reminded me of this and I just had to include it because I can SO see this happening 😭 it's hilarious and wholesome in a way.

I saw something about this on @king-crawler 's blog and I feel like I should bring this up bc it rubbed me the wrong way: I donno about you but to me, Turbo programming himself as King of Sugar Rush is not ego thing (not the main reason behind it at least!); it's to avoid suspicion in general within the game because ALL of the SR racers are children. It would be suspicious and really fuckin' weird to have a character programmed as an adult that isn't an NPC/side-character like Sour Bill or the donut cops to just be among them like nothing, regardless if he wipes their memories they (or other candy subjects) will question it. He's not stupid, in the game there's supposed to be a royal figure, no? So, it'd make perfect sense for that figure to be a supposedly 'wise' King that looks after all his subjects and makes sure rules aren't broken. So to me it's less of something done out of selfishness and more of just being able to go by unnoticed, he programmed himself as King to fit in with the whole 'monarchy' concept within SR. At the end of the movie when Vanellope says she doesn't want to be a princess, you get a little glimpse of how much the candy subjects depend and rely on a 'higher figure' to function.

As King Candy, he believes himself to be cute. (adding this side note just in case bc I shit you not this is genuinely something people have argued and mocked me over: don't come at me for this. I have my opinion, you have yours and I'm not going to change it for you; as a fan for a whole decade who has known in tge past other fans, there ARE people that find him cute as I do /gen /lh) He shamelessly indulges in that and he WILL use that as a manipulation tactic to get what he wants- sometimes playing with your emotions as well by tugging at your heart strings and overall painting himself to be a 'frail silly old man' in sn exaggerated manner so you'll give in to whatever he wants- and once you agree suddenly the 'frail' old monarch has an outburst of energy and joy, completely shedding off this fragile-pitiful facade.

Turbo has somehow rescued the Turbo Twins before his game was unplugged and I have evidence to prove this:

He has their codes tucked into his own (bad example I know but kind of like how an opossum mom keeps her joeys in her pouch); he keeps them in a dormant state this way by not allowing them to have separate code boxes of their own. The reasons behind this are simple: he doesn't want two characters that very obviously don't belong in the game to roam around freely, he has enough trouble with Vanellope as it is; and he knows that if he lets them awaken and respawn, they will criticize him for the path he chose to go down- and he doesn't want to deal with that because, for him, it would be pointless and it'd only bring frustration he doesn't need. He would rather keep them as ghosts of the past hidden in his pocket.

Speaking of Vanellope: Turbo is awfully envious of her driving skills, she's the first racer that has bested him on the track. Another selfish reason why he doesn't want her to race- goodness forbid a child beating you at what you're passionate about and arriving in second place.

When overly emotional- be it positive or negative feelings- King Candy would sometimes temporarily glitch back to his original form as Turbo because his code is old, filled to the brim with stuff, it's bound to have a few crack and tears here and there, like an old but still functioning car with a rusty engine; this issue has only accentuated after the glitching-exchange during the tunnel scene.

Speaking of which- because there were little to no censorships in 70's videogames, Turbo bleeds. It's pixelated blood because it cannot be processed through the programming of Sugar Rush since the game was not made to have any graphic themes in it. If one of the racers gets hurt- they quite literally just bleed coding.

Turbo often smokes.

Turbo sometimes gets sick of eating nothing but candy and will send out Sour Bill to get him something salty to eat from another game. He has his own little stack of junk food and other non-sweets within the castle.

He's not just the King of Candy, he's THE LORD OF THE DANCE! (watch at your own risk I warn you /hj)

CURSED JOKES ASIDE I unironically like to think he is a good dancer. Nobody beats him at tap-dancing and The Bus Stop. (He's from the 70's so it'd make sense he's familiar with a lot of funky/disco dance moves)

#my writing #ig !!#rabbit blogs #🍬#wreck it ralph #king candy #turbo #most of those links are from the same headcanon blog that has been a major part of my childhood too #whoever made that blog: thank you SO MUCH op for keeping it around you have no idea how much joy it brings me to visit every now and again

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promposal - gareth emerson

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requested: yes! requests: open for Wednesday and Stranger Things! Gareth Emerson!!!!! My beloved 💕💕💕 could you write something where he asks reader to prom and he gets all nervous and stuff and it’s like a proper cheesy Rom com big sign and flowers promposal because he knows that’s what the reader would want?

AN: thank you for requesting! this is such a cute request :') i love gareth so much even though he has like a total of 3 minutes of screentime. i don't know too much about proms and stuff, but i hope you still like it! :) i would be up for a second part where they actually go to prom if anyone would like <;33

contains: she/her reader, popular reader, gareth being a sweetie, eddie helping gareth out, me not knowing tons about prom, the rest of hellfire doesn't know abt you and gareth wordcount: 2.445

Gareth and you have basically been a couple though it never really had a label before. He is hoping to change that by asking you out to prom.

"Jesus, what are you carrying?"

Gareth entered the cafeteria, plopping down on his usual seat. He was balancing his tray of food and a bag filled with goodies in his hands, his heavy backpack weighing him down even more. Eddie looked at him curiously, an eyebrow raised as he let the magazine drop on the table.

"I told you," he carefully places the tray on the food before placing his bags on the ground. "I have to work on the promposal."

"You..." Dustin raises an eyebrow, looking at his senior. "Are going to prom?"

"Well, yeah," he opens up the can of Coke. "I mean, I hope so. It's the plan."

Only Eddie knew about you and Gareth. You never really sat at the table with everyone, which is mainly because Gareth was too nervous about 'hurting your image'. You are popular, much more than he is. Everyone thinks he is weird, even blaming him for being a Satanist. You, on the other hand, sat with Chrissy and some others. You were not a cheerleader, but you definitely sat closer to them than to the Hellfire table.

"With who? I have never heard you about a girl," Mike now also joins the conversation. "Who the hell would you even ask?"

Didn't Gareth think that girls were silly? He never heard him say anything about a prom, promposal, or even being slightly interested in a girl.

"I know who I want to ask! I just never talk about her."

It makes the rest of the table chuckle, sarcastically agreeing in disbelief. Gareth Emerson with a girl? The boy looks at his friends, his mouth agape and his eyebrows furrowed.

"You guys don't believe me?"

"Hey, hey!" Jeff raises his hands in defense. "It's not like we don't believe you, it's just... We never even saw you talk to a girl."

The rest of the table mingles in with the conversation now too, only Eddie and Gareth listening to whatever they are saying. It is making no sense, but then again, Gareth never told them.

It is because he was scared of what they would think, and this is only confirmation of that. Instead of being supportive, his friends just thought he was kidding. Gareth just lowers his head, poking at the corn on his tray.

"Come on, guys," Eddie rolls his eyes, slamming his hands on the table. The noise is loud, catching the attention of some people. "Gareth knows what he is doing."

"Okay," Jeff nods. "Then who are you asking out?"

"Not telling you," Gareth shakes his head.

"Why? Scared we won't believe you."

He grits his teeth for a second, glaring at his friend before shaking his head yet again.

"Then tell us, come on, man. We're your best friends," he points to the rest of the table.

"Okay, but you guys better keep your mouths shut."

Everyone nods, curious to see who caught his attention. It might all be fun and games, but they do want to know who managed to be in the interest of Gareth the Great.

"It's Y/N."

"Y/N?!"

Mike quickly shushes Dustin, placing his hand over the boy his mouth in order to silence him. The only thing that had to be promised is for everyone to be quiet, yet he goes around screaming. When he slowly removes his hand, Dustin's mouth is agape.

"Bro," he whispers. "You know who Y/N is, right?"

"Yeah?" Gareth shakes his head in confusion. "I wouldn't ask her to prom if I didn't know her."

"No, no, I know, but... She is literally sitting with Chrissy and the other cheerleaders right now."

Gareth looks at the younger boy, a question mark almost appearing above his head. What is Dustin trying to say?

"You know what - Good luck man."

The older boy is about to reply when he hears footsteps nearing the table. You are slowly walking up to them, a small smile on your face as you discreetly wave at Gareth. He immediately gets distracted, smiling back as he then focuses his gaze back on his tray.

It has got to be you.

You had a free hour before your next class. Gareth always waited for you to finish on this day as he already got all his classes done. Yes, it did mean waiting three hours before he could drive you home, but he much prefers that over leaving you all alone.

You had decided to sit in the gym, watching the cheer and basketball practice. Even though you were good friends with Chrissy, it didn't mean you befriended everyone on the team. Jason felt a bit weird to you, but you always just got along for Chrissy her sake. Most of the people were sweethearts, just a bit obsessed with popularity.

You look up from your sketchbook when you see a figure moving, waving enthusiastically while standing in the opening of the door. Gareth. He is smiling brightly as you quickly stuff your things back in the bag, telling Chrissy that you might return later. You skip to the door, a smile on your face as you link your arm with Gareth his arm.

His plan is to spend some time with you during your break before retreating to the Hellfire classroom, finishing up the sign for your promposal sign. Eddie even already brought all the stuff there before walking off to the woods for a deal. But, for now, his plan is to just keep you company until you have your last class.

"How have you been?" You smile at him, sitting down in the empty cafeteria.

"Eh," the boy shrugs. "Could have been better, had to listen to the club talking about total shit."

A laugh escapes your lips as he looks at you with a smile. It still feels surreal that he sits here with you. For the last few months, the two of you spent a lot of time together. You had gotten paired up for an assignment, and since then, the two of you gravitated to each other more and more as time went by.

Eddie is the only person that got told all of this information. Gareth trusts him with his life, and when he needed advice on what to do, Eddie was quick to help him out.

"They always seem so sweet! It's not like my table was a lot more fun. I don't think I can listen to any more of their conversations."

"Sweet?" He scoffs while still wearing a smile on his face. "They were talking about adventure and murder, darling!"

He had told you about the campaigns that Eddie organized. You had never played Dungeons and Dragons but would always listen to all the adventures that Gareth the Great went through. You even told him that you wanted to play once, though you haven't found the time for it yet.

"How could I have forgotten? Gareth the Great never disappoints, does he?"

The boy proudly shakes his head, a grin on his face. Gareth the Great doesn't, but Gareth Emerson? Not too sure.

"Well, what was everything about at your table?"

You roll your eyes, leaning down on the table while still looking up at Gareth.

"Promposals."

Gareth his heart almost stops beating. What if you tell him that you hate prom? That you would burn down the school if anyone ever dared to ask you to it?

"Everyone was complaining! And about such stupid things as well. They were so... so ungrateful," you sigh. "Tammy got mad because her boyfriend didn't already show up in a suit, and apparently someone else expected more of a show, so she said no. To her boyfriend!"

"What do you think? A-about prom?"

"I always enjoy it," you nod with a smile. "Never went with a date though. Never really got asked, but that didn't stop me from taking the chance to wear a nice dress!"

Gareth lets out a laugh. He doesn't doubt the fact that you like to dress up and wear nice clothing. You are even wearing something nice right now, even though it is just a school day.

"So, no suit or grand speech for you? A big proposal in the middle of the lunchroom with every classmate seeing you?"

You grimace for a second, shaking your head.

"Yikes," you chuckle. "No, I would rather not have everyone's eyes on me. Maybe a sign, or even flowers. Nothing too crazy."

You lick your lips before looking at Gareth, a curious look in your eyes as you play with the ring that sits on your pointer finger. It is one that Gareth had bought once, but it was way too small for him. So, when he asked if you would like to have it, you gladly had taken it from him, thanking him multiple times while admiring the ring whenever you could.

Not to spill a secret, but Gareth bought that ring knowing full well it was not going to fit him. The ring looks similar to the one he wears, though a bit smaller and less chunky. He was just excited for you to wear it.

"And what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah! Are you going to the prom," you raise your eyebrow with a smirk. "Or is Gareth the Great going to wield swords and cast spells?"

He looks at you in slight shock for a second, not knowing what to say. He can't spill the secret yet. Before he can get a word in, the bell rings.

"Yeah, totally!" You have a big grin on your face as you sling your backpack over your shoulder. "Crap, I really have to go!"

"I will be in the Hellfire room," Gareth nervously says. "I, uh... If you want a ride back, you can come over there. If you want."

"Definitely!"

Without thinking, you jump up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before running off to your English class. He stands frozen for a good minute, his hand gripping his flannel shirt. You had shared kisses before, be it on the forehead, cheek, or even lips. But never in a place like this - where someone could have easily seen you.

As if he couldn't get more nervous.

He quickly hurries to the Hellfire room. Thank God that he could use that one. It had lights, candles, and a big table, and he even got permission to use Eddie his throne.

The next hour and a half flew by and Gareth almost got scared about not having enough time. His palms were sweaty as he kept wiping them on his pants. This has to be perfect. What if you say no? Then the rest of the club will totally embarrass him. In front of him is the board, decorated with letters, glitter, and stickers. He debated on what to put on there, but to keep it easy, he just stuck to 'PROM?'.

Man, where is Gareth the Great if you need him?

He quickly runs around the table, trying to set up all the candles while lighting them on fire as well. He can hear the bell ringing, which means that he has around three minutes to finish everything. He had given Eddie a call earlier, begging him to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers, pushing the money in his hands before the metalhead returned with the batch of flowers.

He had taken some of the petals off, scattering them on the floor like a little pathway. His plan was to wait at the door, telling you he needed to grab something from inside, only to turn on the colorful lights and then ask you to prom. Easier said than done. His heart is pounding in his chest and he feels like he will pass out. Glitter is stuck in his hair, but while trying to get it out, he only smeared more of it into his curls.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow!"

Shit, shit, shit. You're here.

He quickly turns off the light switches, glancing over his shoulder once more to check if everything looked right. Candles, lights, flowers, sign.

The door gets opened and Gareth quickly slides out, smiling as he can see you coming.

"Gareth!"

It has only been an hour and a half since you have last seen him, but you are relieved to be in his presence again. The last class was complete torture, so you were well in the mood to unwind and chill.

"Ready to go? I was thinking about swinging by Family Video and getting this movie you wanted to see. A little birdy told me it was back and that they are holding it on hold for us!"

His heart is pounding even harder as he blinks.

"Y-yeah! Yeah, totally! I uh, I only forgot something in there," he points to the room behind him with his thumb.

"Oh, no rush!"

"You uh, you want to come in?"

You nod with a smile, following him into the room. The only light is from the candles, which barely illuminate the big room. Just as you are about to turn around to ask Gareth why it is this dark, he flicks on the light switch. The colorful lights turned on, brightening the room up. Under your shoes are flower petals, leading up to the big throne in the middle of the room. You hear soft shuffles behind you and when you turn around, you see Gareth holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You look back to the throne which holds the colorful 'PROM?' sign before looking back at Gareth with big eyes.

"Do you- I mean, would you like to go... with me? To- To prom?"

His nerves get worse and worse the longer you stay silent. You look at him with big eyes, what does that mean? Is it good, bad, neither?

"You want to go with me?" You softly ask, pointing to yourself.

"Yeah," he nods, a small smile on his face before holding out the bouquet to you. "Will you do me, Gareth the Great, the honor?"

A laugh escapes your lips before you sling your arms around his neck, hugging him tight as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as you whisper a 'yes' in his ear. When you softly pull away, you look at the room.

"You did all of this for me?"

"Yeah! Carried around the poster board the entire day," he chuckles. "Even dropped glitter everywhere."

You look back up at him, twirling a curl of his hair around your finger as you let out yet another laugh. Specks of glitter fall out of the strand.

"Glitter looks good on you, Gareth."

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Yandere Portgas D. Ace

Author's Note: I'm a big old simp for Ace. One of my friends' has me saved as Ace Simp in his contacts, I saved him as Sanji Simp tho, since he simps for Sanji-

Warnings: Forced Affection, Death, Fire, Branding, Drugging, Insecurities, Attempted Rape, Burning, Violence, Physically Abuse, Panic Attacks, Paranoia, Human Trafficking Mentioned, Alcohol, Stalking, Minor Sexual Themes.

Pairings: Portgas D. Ace x Reader {Yandere}

Links: {Masterlist} {Previous Alphabet: Yandere Luffy Alphabet} {Alphabet Used}

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Ace is very touched starved. He loves to fall asleep on you and cuddle you to his heart's content.

He's very affectionate and spoils you rotten, even if you don't want him hugging you it's ok! He'll make sure you accept his affections!

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He's pretty messy. Ace's temper didn't just disappear and leave when he became an adult. His short temper is still there and it got worse ever since he was a kid.

He burn the person right Infront of you. He'd warn the person to fuck off, and if they don't he'll burn them without a second thought.

If you want him to kill the woman who was harassing you last week, say no more! He'll bring you back their head if you'd like! Anything for his cute little firefly!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'll make sure your comfortable. He'll be very cuddly and will fall asleep on you when he just knocks out.

Ace likes to spend time with you and he'd try to be a good boyfriend, despite his temper. So what if he kidnapped you and is keeping you away from your old life!

He'll get you whatever you want or need., Just say the word. Ace is very insecure and wants you to be happy and love him unconditionally, he would hate himself if he ever saw you upset.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Ace tends to drug your food, so you're asleep a lot during the day. He mainly does this when you're misbehaving.

You personal space is gone now. If you tell him to leave you alone he'll immediately think that he did something wrong and that you hate him. You don't want to see him cry, do you?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ace is rarely vulnerable around people, he's only vulnerable around those he trust.

Now, keep in mind just because Ace is a simp doesn't mean he's an idiot. He knows when you're trying to use him, and he'll shut that down immediately. You'll only see him cry when you made him upset, but he'll never actually talk about his true feelings until he trust you.

Once he trusts you, he'll talk more about how he feels, what he's insecure about and a lot of personal stuff. He won't let you use his weaknesses against him, he knows he won't be able to control himself if you tried.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'll be heartbroken. He'll be on the defense, dodging your punches while telling you to stop. When you don't that's when he starts to get annoyed. He'll grab your wrist, you stopping when you feel your arm burn. You'll scream while Ace tells you to stop, rage being in his voice.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Oh Lord please help him. When he can't find you he'll have a panic attack. He'd ask everyone one the ship if they've seen you. His mind would be racing with so many thoughts.

"What if someone kidnapped them?"

"What if they jumped off the ship?"

Marco will literally have to calm him down because Ace is literally shaking and crying because of his paranoia.

Marco would tell Ace to relax and look for you once he's calmed down. When Ace was walking back to his room, he was shaking while he cried, but when heard your voice he froze. When he found you he was so happy, but he was filled with so much anxiety and rage.

"Why did you run away?!"

He'll be crying while he hugged you tighter. He'll hug your so tight that you'd pass out, and he would follow after because of his narcolepsy.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you successfully escape. The Whitebeard Pirates were docked at a city and we're doing their own thing when you decided to run off. Ace took his eyes off you for a big because he has to make sure no Marines were around, and when he looks back you're gone.

His paranoia and anxiety are going to be so fucking high bro. He'll think so many things.

"Did the Marines take them?"

"Did someone kidnap them?"

"Are they going to get trafficked and become a slave?!"

He'll be crying while he looks for you everywhere. His anxiety is going to get so high and the longer he can't find you the worse it gets. He'll be an emotionally unstable mess. He wouldn't only be paranoid, but he'll also be fucking pissed, because he realized that you just got up and left.

He would find you in the forest, and the moment you saw the look he gave you, you knew dead.

He'll drag you back to the ship, the ship being pretty much empty besides a few people guarding it. Ace will drag you to his room and lock the door.

"You think you can just leave me like that... What if you got hurt?"

"The only person hurting me and is going to hurt me is you!"

The moment he heard that he snapped. He just saw red and pounced onto you. He'd cover your mouth with his hand as he burned your shirt to dust. He'll burn his name into your chest and back. You'll be crying and bleeding, begging him to stop.

Ace isn't there, he's lost it. He'll pick you up and take you to his bed. He'd kiss you while he choked you out, burning your neck until you passed out. His narcolepsy would kick in and he'll just fall asleep on top of you.

When he wakes up he'll be frozen. He was on top of you, you only in your shorts with his named burnt into your chest. Burns on your neck and arms, he'll start to cry.

"Y/N... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please... I'm sorry! Wake up, I can't lose you please!"

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Ace wouldn't mind getting married. He doesn't really care about having kids. Once Stockholm Syndrome kicks in and you want to have a kid he'll be more than happy to have them.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Ace is very insecure. When he's jealous he gets agressive. He'll push the person away from you and tell them to fuck off.

You and him would have an argument about his jealousy issues.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Bro, if Ace had a theme song it would be Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen bro, he's like that bro.

When you behave he's the perfect boyfriend. He's nice caring, willing to listen, will defend you, comfort you, is honest, funny. But he can be a trickster and that what makes him a loveable goofball. Ace wants you to be as happy as you an humanly be!

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's going to be so awkward bro. Man confessed when you and the crew were playing a drunk version of truth or dare. Like, one of the crew members asked Ace the hottest person he's ever seen and he said you, saying that he loved loved LOVED you and wanted to marry you, his face red from the alcohol before he promptly passed out.

Ace and you would start dating, but he started get yandere tendencies, and when you tried to break up with him, he pretty much held you hostage as a yandere.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

To others he can come off as calm and collected, but anyone who knows him knows he's like the complete opposite. Man jokes to cope.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't! But he tends to get carried away when he gets angry.

He's burned you, left you in a closet over night, and nearly raped you out of pure rage.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You're a pretty free darling tbh. Ace just observes the people you talk to, and will make you feel bad when he talks shit.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Ace isn't really a patient person. He really isn't.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I kinda answered this already.

If you die, it'll remind him of when he found out Sabo 'died'. He'll feel so weak. He'll be in a deep state of depression and he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror without feeling disgust towards himself.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he just can't admit it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His insecurities and his fear of losing anyone. He just wants to be loved and he wants to be with you and make you happy!

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'll ask you who he needs to beat up if he saw you crying. He'll hug you, telling you that it's ok. He'll kiss you before you two fall asleep.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The amount of freedom you get isn't something you'll see with a classic yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His insecurities, but be very smart on how you use them. Make him awful and disgusted about himself, talk about things that you know will cut deep.

Make him view himself as a monster. He won't get rid of you, but he'll isolate himself until he thinks he's better for you. When he's isolating you should escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose! Man's really short tempered and sometimes he just sees red. He always tried to make it up to you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Suprisingly, Ace is kinda like Luffy with this one. Ace doesn't want you to worship him, and he'd not gonna worship you. He wants to have a normal relationship, like none of the traumatizing stuff that he did to you ever happened.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Ace is very much stalker. Sure you're dating, but he has a box that's full of your stuff.

He'll last probably a few months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, you're more likely to get Stockholm Syndrome.

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