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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Yo sup! I love your blog soooooo much!!! Your writing style is great in my opinion ^^. I'd like a yandere! Rui (platonic) with sister reader. She actually puts effort into making "family bonds" and while she is nice to the other "family" members, she never questions Rui's methods and actions and genuinely loves him despite the behaviours he displays. He is really overprotective over her and he likes her attention. I'd love a scenario like that

Hmmm! Okaaay! I have never written for Rui yet so let’s try it out, I’m optimistic! Been getting a lot of Platonic Yanderes lately tbh!

Yandere! Platonic! KNY Lower Moon Scenarios: Ayaki Rui

Rui, on the inside, is a lonely miserable child that is so desperate to feel nearest and dearest love for once in his new life that he does truly cruel and twisted means to get what carves so badly

Rui finds weak, pathetic demons and transfers his strength to them so they become infused by blood, cementing them as his family for good. He has done this too many to count… but most go against him and end up fried

Rui figured you’d be the same. Another sister who dares to try run away from him and will become his next toasted spider but no. You’re nothing like the ones who came before you and he is very shocked at first

Rui, needing to know if this behaviour is genuine, begins to keep a close eye on you and is very pleased everytime with the answers. You’re sweet and considerate to the other family members he brings home, you never argue with his methods nor measures and you even ask him how he is

Rui suspected you’d be angry at him for his drastic punishments to your siblings and parents, but no. You never once go against him, you just smile and proclaim you understand if he must hurt you. But in that moment, he won’t lay a single thread on you, he gently pats your head and orders you return to your room

Rui becomes favouritistic towards you, to the point it becomes obvious to everybody in the house. You’re a real sister and he needs to keep you as his, at all causes. No demon slayer can take you away from him and no demon can try trick you into abandoning him, he grows a intense sense of overprotectiveness over you, his one true sibling

Rui never really gets the love he wants with this makeshift family he has forcibly created. You’re the rare diamond of the pebble pile, you give him love and affection with no fear nor opposing intent. He is very tense and tries to push back but once he realises you’re just kissing away the blood on his cheek, he lets you. His obsession over you growing in the process

His obsession over keeping you as his sister at all means. Must he kill all those other failures? None of them please him at all and none has true worth to him, Rui is tempted to just kill them all and keep you. Sure, two siblings aren’t necessarily a family but the risk of losing you, who actually loves him, over a family who doesn’t love him. He is going to pick you everytime

Rui eventually moves you out of the attic you were in with your surrogate siblings. You don’t deserve to be around those pieces of filth and he ends up giving you the room, right next to his. So he can come to you very easily and demand your affection without needing anybody else around

He wants you nearby 24/7, his one and only beloved. He wants you close so he knows you’re still here and you haven’t been twisted by anything else that can twist your views

Rui is very desperate for attention so he wants it from you all the time. He’ll just sit down before you as you read/other and wait for you to acknowledge him. He doesn’t get hissy nor attack like he usually would if you take a little while, since he knows you’ll apologise and give him hugs or kisses as extra sorries

Rui will never let you out of the house nor out of the forest. You can go outside when he is with you, just to make sure no slayer can hurt you nor a demon can intervene. It’s all from his anxiety that makes him step in and take those extra precautions to keep you with him

At all causes, he doesn’t care how big the bill is he must pay to have you

Rui holds your hand as often as he possibly can, loving the feel of your warmth. He summons you to stand besides him as he deals out punishment, he sends you to the safety of the household when he finds threats he must dispose off. He is loving, he is favouritistic, he is possessive, he is overprotective; he is all of the above and so much more

“My dear sister. Come here, I am exhausted from taking care of such useless humans, may I get some affection to ease all my tense nerves? I don’t suspect you’d refuse, here now. You know I don’t bite you”

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obaewankenope · 1 year

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Hey @writer-in-theory your answer to this ask inspired me! Rip my life and brain because wow I haven't written in ages!!

@kedreeva enjoy some Steddie lol

[Ao3]

Steve Harrington isn't gay. That's one thing Eddie Munson knows for a fact. It's like a the earth is round, the sun is the centre of the solar system, kind of fact.

At least, Eddie thought it had been one of those kinds of facts.

Steve Harrington asking him, Eddie, freak, outcast, exonerated-by-Hopper-suspected-serial-killer, Munson to the movies on fucking Valentines Day blows that entire Fact Of Existence out of the fucking water.

"You mean as friends?" Eddie asks, maybe a little desperately to change what he's thinking Steve might actually mean. A lot desperately. Because surely, surely Steve Harrington isn't gay and into Eddie.

Eddie is not that lucky.

"If you want," Harrington replies with such a casual fucking shrug of his shoulders that Eddie wants to scream. He's seen that move from Harrington before. Harrington is humouring Eddie in that too-nice-to-be-selfish way Steve has that Eddie didn't realise he did have until recently.

It's the way Harrington doesn't push any of their party about things even if Harrington really wants to.

It's the way Steve offers his home to all of them, no matter the time of day, if they need a safe space and quiet.

It's the way Eddie has watched Harrington never push or ask for anything for himself beyond the initial, vague comment that no one else seems to realise is Steve Harrington's cry for attention.

And here it is now, with Eddie, offering him a way out of something Steve wants because Steve Harrington won't be selfish and will let Eddie reject him if it makes Eddie more comfortable.

Fucking fuck.

Eddie suddenly understands how really smart scientists in history felt when they realised one of their Facts Of Existence turned out wrong. And, like those scientists, Eddie isn't going to let himself keep on going with a wrong fact.

He's not a coward anymore. Eddie Munson isn't going to run away from something ever again.

"No, we can go together," Eddie says, watching Harri- Steve's face. He sees the moment Steve understands that Eddie doesn't mean go together as friends. He sees it when Steve actually realises Eddie understands what Steve wants and is agreeing to it.

That smile Steve supported from the beginning of their conversation changes then-and-there. "Cool. I'll pick you up at 7:30, yeah?"

"Yeah, Steve." Eddie nods and watches Steve realise he's late for work, Robin is gonna be opening alone and is going to murder him for it, and that this really is happening. "It's a date," he calls out to Steve's rapidly retreating back as Steve rushes to his car.

Steve freezes mid-step and turns to stare at Eddie. There's that shocked sort of delight on his face that Eddie's only seen the kids bring out when they surprised Steve on his birthday with some truly awful singing.

Eddie gives him a smirk. "Right, Harrington?"

"Right, Munson," Steve says after a moment, face turning bright with a grin that Eddie has never seen on his face. Not directed at Eddie, anyway.

Wheeler got it several times when they dated in high school. Now it's Eddie's to receive.

"Robin's gonna kill you for being late," Eddie comments and Steve snorts.

"Not when I tell her you actually said yes to me," Steve replies, "she's been at me to ask you out for months."

Eddie blinks. "Months?"

Steve blushes. "Yeah, uh, I wasn't sure how you'd react do I kept putting it off," he admits. "Didn't want to put it off any longer though. You're too good to let someone else ask you first."

Eddie snorts, thinking Steve is being snarky before he realises, Harrington actually believes that. Steve Harrington thinks he had competition for Eddie's hand. Holy shit.

"Good thing you did then," Eddie shoots back, entire being amazed at this revelation that Steve Harrington wants him enough to not let someone else ask Eddie out for Valentine's. Jesus Christ, Steve likes Eddie, the freak, Munson.

"7:30 Harrington," Eddie reminds him, putting this earth-shattering revelation to the side for the moment.

Steve nods. "7:30, yeah."

They stare at each other, a distance between them that means nothing now Eddie sees Steve properly for the first time. He understands the expression on Steve's face for what it is: longing and affection and desire. Eddie isn't too sure his own face isn't reflecting the same right back for Steve to see.

"You're gonna be so late," Eddie says eventually and the moment breaks. Steve blinks, curses, and dives at his car. "Good luck, Harrington."

Steve groans as he starts his car. "Pray for me," he shouts at Eddie as he reverses away.

Eddie laughs and gives Steve's car a salute. "No promises," he shouts back as Steve drives off, leaving Eddie at his trailer with his whole world tilted on a new axis of reality.

Because Eddie Munson knows now, Steve Harrington isn't straight, is the real fact. And after their date, he discovers another to go with this new Fact Of Existence:

Steve Harrington loves Eddie, the freak, Munson.

Of course, that one has its own Fact Of Existence accompanying it that Steve Harrington gets to discover too:

Eddie Munson loves Steve, the hair, Harrington.

[drop a tip, like, reblog, message, whatever, at me if you liked this and maybe want more fic from me in the future]

#Stranger Things #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie fic #Stranger things fic #My writing #My fic

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angelmichelangelo · 10 months

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going to ramble on about that new tv spot we got for tmnt mutant mayhem because i have worms in my brain. and this kinda links in to my post from the other day about turtles vs acceptance so yeah.

so this first screenshot is from the part where mikey asks april if she thinks they’ll be accepted into society (i tried but i couldn’t actually get a good shot where either mikey or donnie weren’t blinking lol)

so here we have mikey at the forefront. we know from other snippets of these scene before, they’re just standing in a line, so however this topic of conversation came to be, it’s mikey that has pushed his way to the front to ask her this, with big round, hopeful eyes like she’s just got to say yes.

and the reaction of the others is interesting too. we have donnie, who’s looking a little wide eyed that mikey would even ask this, like he’s shocked that he was brave enough to ask. i think i’ve mentioned it before but imo i think donnie + mike are the ones that crave that “normal human life” the most — and whilst i think mm is going to give each of them their own reason to want to be part of a normal society, i think don and mike being the youngest, they’re a little more naive to it all. they truly believe that they can just rock up, save the city from bad guys, be hailed hero’s and then sign up for high school the next day.

because look at leo and raph’s reactions. the seem a little more hesitant towards april’s response. raph looks like he knows her answer and is bracing himself for it. leo almost seems like he’s trying to warn her not to respond because he knows how much it’ll hurt his brothers.

and then we get this shot, after april tells them straight up: no.

mikey looks heartbroken. you see the way his body actually just. deflates. rejected. hurt. he physically recoils from this answer. he is definitely going to make me cry in this movie i just know it:(

donnie looks hurt by this too. like he was truly holding out onto some hope that they could be loved and accepted. he’s a little more reserved than mikey here but he’s just as affected by this. i love that he’s kind of almost hiding behind his staff? that’s a nice little touch. i imagine donnie is quite a shy little guy and this is a good example of this.

and then raph! again, if you watch the actual clip he takes one big breath as if to steel himself. perhaps he hadn’t realised what little hope he had built up in his head, but he feels it crashing down on him right here, and he’s mad about that. mad that he can’t have what he wants, and that his brothers can’t have what they want. this is a very Raph reaction but done very well.

and leo. oh leo. again, i think out of all them, leo might be the one that’s less inclined to want to be a part of the human world. he’s anxious and nervous enough about going to get pizza as it is but he looks hurt by this too. because like i said in my post about bayverse turtles wanting a human life with raph: if leo’s brothers wanted to live on the surface amongst everyone else, leo, even if he was content with his life in the sewer, would rather live up there with them, rather than underground without them. he looks away when april tells them that they wouldn’t be accepted. he carries so much of the world on his shoulders oh this boy. he’s gonna make me cry too yall.

anyway feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions on this scene! i’d love to hear ‘em :)

(also. mikey busting it down and the others hyping him up was really funny. they’re such Boys i can’t wait for this movie)

#tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem meta #tmnt mm #tmnt leonardo #tmnt Raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt april #tmnt

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innerchorus · 21 days

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Arslan Senki Chapter 127

The long-awaited encounter with Zahhak is here! I'm tagging my posts for new manga chapters with 'arslan senki spoilers' but here is your reminder to look away (and probably avoid my blog until you've read the chapter) if you don't want to find out what happens.

Turns out I was right about a few things and my suspicions about something else seem likely to be correct, too.

The chapter opens with the legend of Zahhak and his defeat by Kaykhusraw as the Parsians know it. The title page features Kaykhusraw's open sarcophagus with his wrapped body and Rukhnabad inside, inside the tomb. This is clearly from an earlier time (presumably his burial?), well before Hilmes ventured down there, and given the chapter title it feels... ominous. (And it's right to feel that way, as you'll see when you get to the end of the chapter.)

The legend is conveyed in the typical stylised carving/illustration style that Arakawa has used for mythological history before.

Look what appears as a decorative border to one of the panels!

It might just be a nod to the existence of these creatures in the novels, but I really hope that their presence here makes it more likely we might actually encounter them before the end of the manga... DARK TEMPLE PLUS CREATURES, ARAKAWA PLEASE

Very much has the feel of something that has been mythologised, the details probably don't match up exactly with how it really went down, but the main points are there...

...and 300 years later, the Snake King appears to have returned

Farangis's raishal reacting like this is a nice touch and shows just how extreme the presence of evil is here. (Also I didn't know it could do that so I'm filing this detail away very happily.)

Those snake heads are really very freaky, the fact that they are so humanoid yet totally animalistic and driven by instict and hunger for human brains. Top notch horror!

Daryun's warrior instinct comes to the fore and overrides his shock!

The Zot do their best but one gets chomped pretty quickly, sadly. I'll go ahead and say it now, the Zot being the only casualties in this encounter was exactly as I called it, but Arakawa does her best to ensure their deaths don't feel trivial, as we later learn the names of those who fell, and even though we never got to know them it's clear that they meant something to their comrades.

Some very exciting combat scenes follow and Team Arslan enter the fray and get to grips with their frightening new enemy! Some key details about Zahhak rapidly become apparent: his blood is corrosive, and his wounds can heal.

The key is to keep moving! Alfarid realises this; one of the Zot tries to encourage her to flee, but is struggling with his terrified mount, but thanks to Elam and Alfarid loosing arrows at one of the snake heads he is spared.

Don Ricardo is in abject terror, but his behaviour later this chapter was a surprise for me, in a good way!

Estelle saving Don Ricardo just in time, and putting her life on the line to stand before him even though she's trembling in fear! 👌👌👌

She's so brave!

She doesn't know that the snakes have spotted/sensed Rukhbanad... but Don Ricardo does! Let's hope he will now give that 'junk sword' the respect it deserves. Anyway this is the part where he surprised me, as he breaks out of his terrified state to call out to everyone to rally to him and gather round the sword! Remember when I said 'quick, everyone group hug Don Ricardo'?

Of course, he's speaking in Lusitanian, but Estelle translates in an instant... and Gieve quickly grasps why!

"Is it truly Zahhak...?" This is the line that makes me think I might be on the mark when I say that Zahhak, although freed from Mount Damavand, may not have returned to full consciousness yet. I think those head jars may have something to do with a final ritual to bring about his true return.

So, it's now a stalemate. Zahhak cannot attack them, but they can't attack it either. But there's an ominous shape in the mist (and you can take one look at it and just KNOW it's going to be fucked up and even take a pretty good guess at how)

Before Team Arslan can get a good look at it, Zahhak withdraws, whether due to the arrows they fired at it it because of some other unknown reason isn't clear... Team Arslan leave without even being able to spare time to bury the bodies of the fallen, which clearly weighs on them, but night is drawing closer and they can't remain safely.

(I wonder whether they will still continue to Mount Damavand? Perhaps Arslan will appeal to Kaykhusraw's spirit to seek his approval to wield the sword? Or maybe priorities will have understandably changed and they'll change directions. Personally I think we'll at least get a scene that indicates Arslan has the right to wield Rukhnabad!)

Anyway Zahhak's also in a hurry to get somewhere and although Team Arslan didn't manage to glimpse the true horror, we do!

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Well, now we know what happened to Kaykhusraw's mummified body? I did think that Team Zahhak would use him as a vessel for the Snake King, thinking this might occur in Ecbatana, but nope, that looks to be the case already.

The torso ending in a cluster of snakes, ugh.

I wonder whether Kaykhusraw's spirit is aware of what has happened to his body now that it has been possessed like this?

I wonder whether the intention is for Zahhak to retain this form? Because at the end of the chapter you see the host body's brittle-looking arm disintegrate where one of Team Arslan's arrows struck it, and it looks different to Zahhak's snakes pushing arrows from their bodies and regenerating. So maybe this takeover of Kaykhusraw is a temporary thing, and Team Zahhak are planning to transfer Zahhak to a new body once he reaches Ecbatana? And that new body... who better than another descendant of the Parsian royal line? 👀

I feel like with any luck I might get my wish for Hilmes to come face to face with Zahhak and in a moment of horror realise exactly what the sorcerers have been using him for and what he's helped to bring about...

(I want Team Zahhak to be planning for Hilmes to be a host for Zahhak but I don't want for it to actually happen! I'd love it if Team Arslan managed to step in just in time... augh my brain is racing into visions of Hilmes captured for a head jar ritual below Ecbatana)

Oh and Zahhak really is heading towards Ecbatana as I thought, so it looks extremely likely that all final showdowns are going to take place there. I feel like this direction was actually hinted at when the corpse of Kaykhusraw was slithering towards the setting sun. It's a panel I really like, as it both indicates the sun (which represents the Shah) setting on the royal line and Pars alike, and as the sun sets in the west and Ecbatana is west of Mount Damavand, you can tentatively extrapolate where the Snake King is heading.

So now Team Arslan have seen the Snake King. One day soon, they will have to defeat him for good. And given that everyone survived this time, can we hope for the same to happen again when they next meet in battle?

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #arslan senki spoilers #zahhak #team zahhak #arslan #daryun #estelle #don ricardo #kaykhusraw

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holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter three;

- not so surprise visit

in your bed laid you, heavily pregnant and extremely tired. having little to energy due to the little life-sucker that resided in your belly.

you were scrolling mindlessly on your phone, trying to find anything to keep you entertained but paused when you saw him again.

pictures of him smoking, drinking with multiple girls on his lap. each picture contained him kissing a different girl with various poses.

to say you were jealous was an understatement.

the father to your child is out partying and fucking other girls, travailing around the world smoking, vaping, drinking and probably snoring whilst you stayed on maternity leave waddling around with little to no help.

your friends were around but you could hardly call them that, you never really sought out to make friends around your area since people in (country) could be quite mean.

however, now you are definitely regretting it.

you slammed your phone down beside you, groaning into your hands before resting the beside you as well.

you found the strength to slowly lift yourself up, making your way to the fridge to grab yourself a nice snack to help you wallow in your misery.

pickles, peanut butter, cottage cheese with m&ms on top.

as you can tell, pregnancy cravings his you differently.

your phone started ringing, an unknown number presenting itself in your phone.

you decided to ignore it, assuming it was those scammers that hit you up ever so often.

however, the same number called again,

and again

and again.

annoyed, you decided that you have ti actually socialise with with random person.

“what?” you said, picking up the phone despite every fibre of your being arguing against it.

“still have that same attitude i see.” the unknown voice said, chuckling slightly.

“who the fuck are you?” you asked, you could tell that this was someone from japan from both the number and the accent, but you only know one person from there and that person would never hit you up again.

“it’s me y/n, eita.” as soon as he said that, you hung up the phone. you had no energy to deal with his bullshit and frankly wanted to live peaceful.

but he clearly had the energy as he called you again, talk about obsessed.

you rolled your eyes, knowing that if you didn’t pick up now that he would keep calling until he finally got to you. you knew how relentless and annoying he was.

“semi i don’t want to deal with you, i am 6 months pregnant, tired, alone and eating pickles with peanut butter and m&ms with a side of cottage cheese.” you said, tears brimming your eyes as you realised what your life has truly come to.

“wow, interesting combo but i don’t judge. i just wanted to talk.” semi sighed.

“well we are fucking talking now, so you can kindly leave.” you rolled your eyes.

“no like, about everything. how we ended, the baby, life, everything.” semi explained.

“well what if i don’t want to talk?” you asked sassily, semi didn’t deserve your kindness, you and him both knew that.

“that would be a shame since i’m standing right in front of your door.” semi chuckled.

you stood there in shock, how unbelievably could someone be?

“well- too bad! i moved far far away and you can never see me or your child again. goodbye, i hope you die.” you huffed.

“y/n i can hear you from out here, just let me in please.” semi pleaded.

“no! i mean, im not there so how can u let you in?” you argued.

“y/n, please. i know i don’t deserve to even be anywhere near you but just hear me out. if not for you, then for our child.” semi sighed.

y/n paused, semi did have a point. who is she to shut him out from his own child? although he was more than a dick, that dick was what caused a new life to be growing in your stomach.

she quietly ended the call and shuffled to the door, opening it to see the man in question standing outside awkwardly.

“long time no see?” semi said.

you rolled your eyes and started closing the door on him.

“wait wait! sorry, i know it was corny i just didn’t know what to say!” semi stopped to door with his foot.

you opened the door again, a small smile slowly making its way into your face before you wiped it off as quickly as it came. you could t let yourself fall back into his arms just because he seemed to care about you all of a sudden.

“come in, and no corny movie lines or you will be kicked out effective immediately” you warned.

a warm smile came onto semi’s face as nodded quickly, making his way into your house.

“god give me strength” you muttered.

“so why have you suddenly decided to care about us?” you asked, putting your hand on your belly and rubbing it protectively.

‘cute’ semi thought to himself, feeling a small pink dust find its way into his face.

“well after talking with my therapist- ok it’s not that funny” semi rolled his eyes at your silent giggles.

“i’m sorry! i just find it funny that out of the both of us, you were the one to actually get therapy.” you laughed.

“i had this therapist way before i met you, don’t worry you aren’t that special.” semi rolled his eyes.

“excuse me?” your laughter completely stopped, eyes piercing straight through his relaxed figure, challenging him directly.

“n-nothing!” semi choked out, fear swallowing him whole.

“but anyways, he helped me realise that, i had a duty as a father -regardless of how i feel- to provide and support for not only you, but my child. i’m sorry, for being a coward and running when things got serious. i have no excuse but i can definitely say that i have payed the price for leaving the both of you.” semi said, he held eye contact the whole time, letting you know how serious he was about his apology.

“i appreciate it, i’m assuming that this is leading for you wanting to be apart of your child’s life?” you raised an eyebrow.

“of course, i’ll pay for all the expense and, i want you to move to japan with me.” semi proposed which made you choke on your spit.

was he insane? you spoke the language sure but not as well as you would have liked to. you had your whole life and job here, moving to a whole new country pregnant will definitely be a hard task.

“i know what you’re thinking, but think about it. i would be able to support you better, i already have a room prepared for you and i can help you get a job post maternity. you work in promotion right? i know people that could get you a job in that sector.” semi explained.

you couldn’t lie, seeing him so dedicated to taking care of you and the child was very attractive.

‘don’t let the pregnancy hormones full you y/n!’ you said to yourself.

“i know it’s a lot, i’m still staying here for a few more days so you have time to think about it. i promise you y/n, im am more serious than ever about this.” semi took a hold of your hand, giving you those damn puppy eyes he always did when he wanted to get his way.

“i’ll take my leave now, seriously think about it.” were semi’s final words before departing.

“god i asked for strength and instead you brought in a semi eita? thank a lot”

#haikyuu #authors #black reader #haikyuu semi #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x you #pregnancy #semi eita #semi eita x reader #hq x reader #hq semi #semi is trying #y/n #hormones #update #it’s been a while

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justplainwhump · 1 year

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Discipline

Follows this little piece on Rosa and Blanca. Written for Day 3 of the @bbu-on-the-side BBU Community Days.

[masterlist]

Rosa loses everything.

Content: BBU, facility whump, all female characters, forced to watch, shock collar; this is all angst and I broke my own heart.

"278017. What a disappointment."

Rosa lifted her head, tried to blink her eyes open. Her movements were slowed somehow, her vision blurred. Like swimming through syrup, she thought. Drifting through rose water.

The smell didn't match though. She didn't remember how rose water smelled exactly, or even how she'd know, but it would be a nice smell. Soft and comforting, like her dreams of a home far away.

The smell here, right now, was the clean, sharp smell of her nightmares. Of a place she'd hoped she'd left long behind. A place where she was a number instead of a name.

A place without Blanca.

Blanca.

She moved her hands, reached through the tides of sticky syrup holding her back. There was nothing besides her, neither the warmth of another body nor the soft rhythm of Blanca's breathing.

Her desperate sob broke free as a hoarse groan.

"Seventeen. Look at me when I talk to you."

She blinked again, against the too bright light, until she made out eye shape of a person looming over her. The gray of her uniform almost seemed black in the light. But Rosa knew what it truly looked like. She remembered everything about this.

It had just never hurt that much.

"B... Blanca..." she whispered.

Pain exploded at the base of her neck, electricity surging through her, cutting off her breath. Her muscles spasmed, teeth locked, body lifted by an invisible force.

"Wrong answer, 17. Disappointing again. 'Yes, Handler Kerry.' That's the only correct reply." Something bored into Rosa's side, and it took her a moment to realise it was Handler Kerry's boot. "That name you've just said; it'll never be spoken again."

Rosa followed the nudge of the foot to stare up at the handler. Handler Kerry raised an expectant brow. Rosa knew what she was meant to say. Of course she did, she wasn't stupid, even though they said she was.

She swallowed, before she met the handler's gaze.

"Blanca," she said. "Blanca, Blanca, Bl-"

The collar burst to life again; and the world exploded into pain.

It took forever until she could hear the handler's voice again, cutting through the unending cloud of agony.

"-68. 400168. The Romantic pet you're referring to. She-"

Blanca, Rosa thought. Her throat was too dry to speak. But she'd say the name in her mind then, over and over again.

"400168 is to be refurbished. A shame really. She's a good one. Knows her place. You know she's the reason your little adventure didn't work out, right? 168 was a good pet. She was loyal to her owner. Told him what you two were planning. Now it's her, she's the one getting refurbished, and resold. Shame, really. Prospective is some dude in Texas, going through his Romantics like others go through their underwear drawer."

"P-" Rosa's voice cracked. "P- please."

"Yeah, right. I know what you're thinking, 17. Should've been you, because you were the bad pet, weren't you? Your stupid little idea, to run and leave your owners behind, stealing their precious possessions. Well, let me tell you something, pet. Something about discipline."

"Dis-," Rosa breathed. "Discipline is-"

"Important for the well being of the pet, yadda yadda, yeah. Not that. Discipline is something that has to hurt. You won't get it into your tiny idiot brain otherwise. Discipline means following your rules, without exception, and discipline means there's punishment if you fail. Discipline needs punishment as a motivation."

Pain flashed up in her ribs and belatedly Rosa understood it had been a kick to her side. She winced.

"You're not motivated enough by your own pain, 17. You will be by hers."

"N- ngh, please. She-"

The handler's hand curled in the front of Rosa's plain white shirt and yanked her up.

"Your owners want you back. With all your knowledge of their household, their preferences, everything. So. No full refurb for you. No Drip. Just a refresher on your discipline. Look. Look." A sharp pull at her collar, the beep and hiss of a door opening for a handler's key card, and Rosa was pushed into another training room.

On the ground, between smears of red blood on white tiles, lay a small, curled up figure, covered in bruises, thin arms wrapped around her head, hair a tangled mess.

Rosa stumbled forward. "Bl-"

Handler Kerry's hands pressed a bit between Rosa's lips, pulled a strap taut behind her head, and the name was choked in her mouth, as Kerry held her back.

She could hear her, now. Sobs. Desperate, little sobs, a voice she knew all too well, the voice that had whispered to her every night in their little bedroom, words of solace, stories of the world outside their home, promises of a future. Now, there were only sobs. And in between, a broken question. "Why?"

Handler Kerry glared at Rosa. "Because someone else made you a bad pet, 168."

A panicked gaze flew up at them. Rosa struggled in Handler Kerry's hold, but her muscles refused to work. She tried to catch Blanca's gaze, reassure her, but Blanca's eyes were void of any recognition.

"I... I don't understand, Handler Kerry," Blanca whispered.

"You don't need to, trainee," Handler Kerry said smugly. "As long as she does."

Tears welled up in Rosa's eyes and she shook her head wildly. Blanca. Blanca. Despair broke free in a garbled sob around the bit.

Blanca flinched back. "Will... will this pet hurt me, too, Handler?"

The world spun before Rosa's eyes.

"No," Handler Kerry said. "This one will just watch. But-" With her free hand, she lifted her radio. "Bring in the Guard Dogs."

Rosa couldn't even scream.

#bbu #facility whump #shock collar #rosa #blanca #handler kerry #pet safety series

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inkweedandlizards · 6 months

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Fanfic? Fanfic!

So the draft title for this is blood soup, please be warned, there is more blood then soup, lol. Basically TK suffers a kitchen accident and Carlos has to Deal.

I haven't written fic in 20 years so feedback is very welcome, please be nice though, I may crumble to dust. 😅

(I'm very serious about there being a lot of blood, this is your final warning! also injury description, I should warn for that too)

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Carlos stirs the simmering stock slowly, absent-mindedly moving his head along to the quiet sound of TKs playlist blending with the rhythmic thud of his husband dicing the carrots with Carlos's new kitchen knife.

They're making soup tonight. A muffled sneeze interrupts his concentration and Carlos sighs, TK was still in the denial stage of being sick and insisted in helping with dinner.

They'd been debating whether TK had seasonal allergies or Nancy's cold as they worked when TK had gotten quiet a few minutes ago, voice giving out, the only sound from him now is the badly concealed sneezing.

"How about you go sit down and we can have dinner on the couch?"

Another sneeze answers his question, followed by a pulse of hot liquid splattering across Carlos's nape, landing in his curls, gross. As he goes to wipe it off, he turns to TK to force the issue but freezes, the words dying on his lips at what it truly is.

It's blood. Bight red, like the artificial cherry slushies TK loves, it's arterial.

Carlos follows the blood splatter to the source and the sight is one he'll never forget. There's a 3 inch gash in TKs trembling forearm, the edges gaping wide, exposing the inside, yellow fat and white bone and blood, so much blood, it pulses with each heartbeat, splattering across the island counter in a sea of red.

Thier eyes met in stunned silence, TKs bright with pain in his rapidly paling face. Another spray jerks TK into motion, the knife clattering to the floor, adrenaline masking the pain as he switches into work mode, grabbing a towel and covering the wound, unsteadily moving towards his phone to call for help before shock sets in.

Carlos remains frozen, his body feels heavy, he can't breathe, he feels strangely detached, the ringing in his ears growing louder as he numbly watches TK apply bruising force to the wound, his knuckles going white around the towel, he's trying desperately to clench the cut closed, to keep his blood where it belongs, it's not enough.

"I need a tourniquet-"

The desperate urgency in TKs voice slams Carlos back into his body with the brutal realisation that he's watching his husband uncontrollably bleed out in thier kitchen.

Carlos's crouching down to pull open the doors beneath the sink before he can register that he's even moved, hands tearing through thier oversized first aid kit for what TK needs, he's falling into work mode as well to keep functioning, to keep from thinking, to keep TK alive.

1 and a half minutes, 90 seconds, if Carlos remembers his training correctly, that's how short it takes to bleed out from an open arterial injury, he can do this, he has too, where the fuck is it.

TKs stopped moving, body swaying, he's trying to use his phone as Carlos searches, unable to do more then pause the playlist, hands uncoordinated and bloody. The towel in TKs grip is soaked red, past its saturation point, dripping blood onto the cement floor, pooling next to Carlos.

There!

Gripping the tourniquet in triumph, Carlos pivots in his crouch towards TK and watches the towel slip from TK numb fingers to land as thier feet, his phone following suit, his husband's face is chalk white, verging into grey, he looks halfway to death already.

TK's eyelids flutter closed as his body gives out, falling as the next pulse of blood goes wide without pressure, covering thier kitchen cabinetry like a cheap horror movie, Carlos catches him before he can hit his head on the counter, lowering him to lay flat on the floor.

The tourniquet is still in Carlos's hand and now TKs life is too.

"Stay with me, Tyler,"

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#my fic #drafts #fanfic #feedback appreciated #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tw blood #tw injury

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littleacebee · 10 months

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Day 6 of Podcast Girls Week: Crossover

Colette and Madge deserve a break from their boys and some bonding time together | The Kingmaker Histories x Fawx & Stallion (1,1 k words)

In life of every travelling merchant such as Winterlich and Iyer and Company comes a time when one have to leave known routes and towns and move further than usually. Iyer and Winterlich and Company in order to avoid all people they managed to piss off in last few months and actually do some business found themselves all the way in London. Eisen assured them that he has a safe job there with a nice big pay. He was right that there was a job. He was also right that a pay for it was nice and big. However he was extremely wrong saying that this job was in any way safe.

After they got almost killed five times in one afternoon (three times strictly job related, once because Eisen couldn’t restrain himself from gloating and once because Telesphore refused to crawl through sewers) they finally were back in their van. Colette immediately went to the bathroom to wash away all the disgusting substances she had to interact that day. When she came back to the kitchen, she saw Telesphore and Eisen arguing.

From their shouting and lively gesticulating she learned that Eisen (accidentally according to his many, many statements) took a dagger from the guy they earlier robbed. As they already taken cursed statue from him it wouldn’t be a problem but this dagger was made from rare radiating material that could be easily tracked by its owner. To not be killed by him they had to go back and return it before he realises it’s gone. For Colette it was the last straw that day. She was tired, hungry and not smelling as sewers for only five minutes. She didn’t want do go and do all of death avoiding again especially as she was the only one that didn’t put them in death threatening situation all day. She firmly said what she thought about whole this situation and left the van slamming the doors. Without looking behind her she went to find the nearest pub.

Colette sat down at the bar with a groan. She ordered a drink in the nicest tone she could which clearly indicated for the barkeeper to be quick and to not talk until completely necessary. As soon as glass was put in front of her she took a big sip. She put down the glass with such force that the drink almost splashed on the table.

“Boy’s problem?” Woman sat dawn next to her with understanding smile.

“Wouldn’t it be so much easier? Relationship problems seems like nothing compare to this.” Colette groaned and took another big sip.

“Oh, so it’s boys’ problem.” Woman said and her voice switched from charming to tired. Before Colette could ask anything she continued. “Problem with boy friends who can be very stubborn and very dumb.”

Colette looked at her like she hung moon in the sky.

“Yes! How did you know?”

“Takes one to know one.” She answered and ordered a drink. “So what did your boys do today?”

“Stole a radioactive dagger from one of the most powerful man in London after we spent whole afternoon trying to run away from him through sewers and now have to take it back before the guy finds us.” Colette didn’t even have an energy to lie.

Woman looked at her with great wonder. She nodded few times and took a big sip. Colette could see that a sentence she just spoken, while clearly making an impression, wasn’t something truly shocking for the woman.

“Okay, that’s something. Mine only got us thrown out from yet another restaurant after accusing the cook of being a serial killer.”

Collete laughed hearing her words. It was so nice to meet someone who not only didn’t judge but also actually understood her.

“I’m Madge by the way.” The woman introduced herself.

“Colette.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Colette. Can I buy you another drink?” Madge asked with charming smile.

On any other day Colette would be probably more cautious about drinking with stranger in a new city. That day however she couldn’t really care less.

“Yes, please.”

Madge and Colette spent a very lovely evening together. They shared stories about their boys and their adventures. They gave each other understanding and compassion only someone spending time with two friends prone to getting into troubles could give. Colette loved Eisen and Telesphore but it was so nice to talk to someone else who understood her profoundly. Madge was very nice and looked genuinely interested in everything she told her and smiled at her and had such a pretty laugh.

“London can be pretty dangerous at night.” Madge said when they were getting up to leave. “Let me walk you to your place.”

Colette didn’t oppose as she really enjoyed her company.

They walked after linking their arms (probably for support as they had few at the bar) and continued their conversation in hushed tone. When they were crossing one of the squares, they heard shouting nearby. Madge was about to pull Colette away from the noise but then she recognised one or even two voices.

“He’s the murderer! We caught the murderer!”

“Oy, you can call me many things but I am no murderer!”

“We saw you! You won’t escape this time!”

“This time? It’s the first time I see you in my life. And get your hands of me!”

“Oh no no no! You are not going anywhere!”

Madge suddenly came to a halt and looked at the commotion. Colette stopped in the middle of the sentence confused and stood next to her. She looked at Madge and then followed her gaze to the shouting group.

“These are my boys.” Madge pointed at two men arguing with third one and a police officer. “I’m curious who did they accuse of being a killer now.”

Before Colette could answer anything, the third man saw them.

“Colette! Oy, Colette! Tell them I haven’t killed anyone!” Eisen shouted waving his hands to get her attention.

“I think they accused one of my boys.” She said to Madge with an accompaniment of proud yelling of her boys. “The second one should be somewhere near.”

And as on cue Telesphore appeared right behind police officer and hit him with the wrench on his head. He fell unconscious on the ground. Five of them looked at him - Madge and his friends in pure shock, Eisen with a proud smile and Colette with tired expression.

“Good job, Telsy. Now let’s go, hurry up, Colette!” Eisen waved at her and run with Telesphore.

“You can’t escape! We caught you!” Shorter man screamed after fugitives. “James, Madge, come on, our killer is running away!”

Two men followed Eisen and Telesphore. Colette and Madge looked at each other, sighed and run after them shouting at them to stop.

#someone said the kingmaker histories x fawx & stallion crossover and i agree #the kingmaker histories #fawx & stallion #podcastgirlsweek #littleacebee writes

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aaakikoo · 2 years

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GIVING UP ON YOU

paring -> itadori yuuji x f!reader

summary -> megumi has always liked you, but he saw the way your eyes widen for his best friend. must he get over you now?

warnings -> angsty if you see it that way.

Megumi has always liked you for as long as he can remember. You and him were, and still are childhood best friends. You were the one who comforted him when his mom passed away, and the reason he had himself together when his father abandoned him.

He loved you and admired you so much that it hurt him, that said, you loved him so much, after all, from your point of view, you were each others safe space. Whenever each of you need help or comforting, you would be there for wash other.

Megumi had asked you to hang out with him on your both days off, but he forgot that he also promised to hang out with his pink haired friend, so he though why don’t he introduce the two of you to each other. Megumi thought it was nice idea, but he didn’t know that he would’ve regretted making that decision for the rest of his life.

He noticed the way yuuji looked at you for the first time, as if you were an angel that just fell from heaven, megumi didn’t pay a mind to it, cause Itadori had always been so extra friendly to everyone and he wasn’t scared to make everyone know what he’s feeling.

He saw that you were also being friendly towards him, like any normal person would do, and he didn’t mind it one bit.

That was until you started asking how yuuji is doing or if the three of you could hang out soon, megumi thought that you didn’t want to be around him and you’d rather have someone else beside the two of you. But you told him that it would have been more fun with more people, you weren’t lying, even if you were interested in his friend or not, it a fact that it’s more fun with more people.

So he started making days for the three of y’all to be around each other, megumi was truly having fun, laughing and making memories with his closest friends to heart, but by each time your little trio would hang out, you and yuuji would always accidentally exclude him in a few things, without even meaning it or even try to hurt your beloved friend’s feelings.

Eventually, yuuji also started asking megumi about you and how you’re doing, then he slowly realised that he had to make a move on you soon, he had known you for 12 years and he wouldn’t allow yuuji who only knew you for 3 months to steal you from him.

That was until he got a text message from you, you mentioned that you and megumi should meet up to talk about something, also as an opportunity for only the two of you to hang out together. You and megumi met a the cafe you always used to study in as secondary school students.

Megumi had asked you what’s the matter and your next line shocked him. “Megu!! Im only telling you this because I trust you so so so much and you know it! Please help me!” You stated first while clapping your hands once infront of him and shutting your eyes, “I really really like yuuji! He is exactly my type! Strong, sweet, friendly and funny” you stopped and open your eyes and put your hands down. “Please megu, set me up with him.” You said, and looked out the window, while the blood in megumi body suddenly stopped moving, he looked down at his shoes and gulped hard. “O-okay I’ll try my best, y/n. Don’t worry.” He said as he tried to assure you. He knew damn well that he wasn’t going to do anything about it, in fact he was going to distance you from Itadori.

But that sweet smile you gave him after he said he would help you made his eyes soften and realise how awful he is for thinking that way. After the two of you finished hanging out, yuuji had previously sent megumi a text, saying that he was at his door waiting for him, and when the dark hair boy got to his apartment he saw his pink haired friend standing in front of his door.

“What is it? It’s super late itador.” Megumi scoffed as he was already tried from what had happened today, “sorry dude, I just need to talk.” Yuuji said as they both went inside megumis apartment, “well?” Megumi asked as he took of his shoes, “listen dude I really like y/n, like really really I have never met soemone as awesome as her and I want to ask her out. Sorry for saying this late at light but I really need you right now dude.”

Dude, megumi can’t do this anymore, two shocking news in 4 hours is a little too much for him, he went quiet for a moment while yuuji stood awkwardly at his door, he tried to think, what to say, what to do, should he tell him what you had told him before? Or should he tell him that he also has feelings for you.

But suddenly a thought went inside his head, it hurt him to hear that you were interested in yuuji more than him, it really did, but he saw the way yuuji’s eyes sparkled with love only for you and he saw the way you both care about each other and he definitely didn’t miss those times where you would mention yuuji in almost every conversation with megumi.

“Go to her.” Megumi finally spoke, “what?” Yuuji said, “go to her, she told me that she likes you too.” He said, and he can’t even believe that he said it out loud, “for real? Dude? When did she tell you?” His friend spoke excitedly, “today, go to her, don’t keep her waiting you idiot.” Megumi spoke as he still had his back to his friend, “fushiguro! Bro! You’re a real one, I’ll never forget this from you. I’ll be out, I’ll tell you the details later.” Yuuji quickly said he as he ran out the door.

And megumi was now alone in his lonely apartment, he fell slowly on the ground with his back to a wall, he can’t believe what he just did and said, he can’t believe that he gave his love for you to someone else, and he can’t believe that he lost his chance with you.

A little tear rolled down his cheek while he hit the back of his head to the wall while thinking how hard itll be for him to be around the two of you right now, he needed to get over his 12 year one-sides crush.

Megumi sat in the same spot for about 25 minutes before he got a text from his pink hair friend.

YUUJI [ bro, ty, i really owe you one. we’re currently going on a night drive date 🙏💯 ]

YUUJI [ I love you man, no homo. ]

The dark haired teen smiled a little at the last statement, before he shortly after got a text message from you.

Y/N(NICKNAME) 🫶 [ thank you megs so much, ily, you’re an amazing childhood best friend. ❤️ ]

Y/N(NICKNAME) “sent an attachment”

- a blurry selfie of you and yuuji from a high angle, smiling goofily to the camera -

‘Childhood best friend’ right, cause that is all that megumi can be to you, he wonder if one day he’ll tell you about this or you’ll find out for yourself. What he truly knows is that he is ready to make you his the moment you’re available.

That said, it did hurt him to see you and yuuji were so happy together. But if that meant that you’re happy, even if you were happier without him. Then he is happy too.

And now he will try his hardest to be giving up on you.

The next day he put on his usual unbothered act, tried to put himself together, and walked to the restaurant that you and Itadori had promised to take him to as a thank you.

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crescendeyes · 1 year

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mummy issues

You would think that after all that has happened to my family that they'd have a change of attitude or heart towards how they do certain things. I am appalled mostly at how my mother continues to talk and treat me whenever it is convenient to her.

Over the weekend, I took the time to go over to my parents place despite nursing a hangover and going for Nuuna's grand launch exhausted. My mum had to take a stab at my competence just because she can.

I dont think her comments merit any form of discussion but something bout her comments and tone just ticks me off. She went on to say that she had every right to say what she can say to me because she is my mother.

She tried to blame me for my emotional state but the inability to look inward really truly pissed me off. One of the things my mum is convinced shes well aware of is who i am as a person. A part of me feels like she is jealous of the life I get to have and never got to be a part of such independence. Instead, she is stuck with a half paralysed husband and taking care of two useless men at home by herself makes her feel like she entitled to take it out on me because I moved out.

She texted me this after we had argument:

"Good morning. Just concern & worried of you. I think you should check it up with a therapist on your mood swing . I realised you get angry and agitated very fast. You were gentle & happily talking and another minute your temper flare up and you started scolding in public. I was quite shocked& upset you reacted in such emotional state. I can see that you are very stressed over little things and very impatient. Yes, I agree that I shouldn't brought out topics that happens so many years ago, to me I feel alright bcoz you are my daughter and its a family talk. I am sorry about that."

To which I replied:

"Morning. I just want to tell you there’s nothing wrong with my mood. Since you want to know I’m going to tell you as an adult I’ve had to unlearn a lot of things that I believed since I was young that really affected my confidence and self esteem.

Growing up, you always believe that you shouldn’t compliment me or tell me you’re proud of my achievements. And even as an adult, that theory still stands strong with you. I’ve learned that you will never change and accepted that.

It’s ok if you don’t tell me you love me or you’re proud of me or if you miss me or even if you’re thankful for me - I accepted that. But when you question my ability and competence to you or this family as a provider or a daughter, this really cuts deep into my heart. I believe I go above and beyond for this family. I take every opportunity to think about this family and sometimes even stretch myself over for you. I can see that you do the same for this family too. I learned from the best and appreciate your sacrifices.

So to hear my own mother criticise me and put me down in public even after I’m well off into adulthood is the most painful thing a daughter can ever go through: it angers me and I don’t appreciate being compared to a younger version of myself that was clearly only 20 years old at that time.

Your insensitivity comes from an entitlement you’re my mother but you disregard the fact that you’re my mother. I only have one mother. And if that mother can’t even show me love and encouragement but instead doubt, discouragement and sometimes even call me useless, stupid, can’t be trusted. How can I feel loved and safe around my own mother?

I’m equally shocked that my own mother can put me down so badly in public or even infront of friends and family when I’ve done literally nothing to you to make you feel this way about me. If you really feel this way about me over something I’ve done as a teenager I’m fairly disappointed you don’t see any form of growth in me. You say you don’t say anything nice bout me to my face - that when you compliment me it’s not infront of me. What I’m hearing is I don’t even deserve it but in contrast to how you talk bout Justin - the tone is always much more gentle, thoughtful and respectful.

I’m telling you this because I don’t know how to keep this all inside while having to still be the model daughter that you want. I always feel like I’m not enough to you and frankly, the reason why I fight back is because you don’t have the same respect you give Justin to me. If that’s the case, I don’t see a point to give you the same respect cause you make me, your only daughter; feel like dog shit whenever it’s convenient to you.

I accept your apology and I’m also sorry I snapped at you, but this is a VERY common occurrence with you and it doesn’t sit well with me. Please, if you still want to fix this relationship between us, I really hope you:

A) realise I need to hear gentle words from you B) your words as my mother weigh so much more than anybody else in the world - so choose them wisely C) respect no matter what your relationship is, is earned. I reciprocate whatever energy you give me even though I love you D) I love you and always will, but I can’t say the same bout you because I’ve only ever known that you think of me as a piece of shit daughter. I feel like it all the time whenever I’m around you."

If this isn't the most asian parenting trauma IDK what is. My dad tried to smooth things over the next day by asking us out for dim sum but it was just so awkward. Then today she texted me saying she is coming over to pass me some late lunch. IDK, I feel like she's going to try to talk to me but I dont think I'm ready for it.

#personal #amandalovexm #asiantrauma #asianparenting

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crazybigredlove · 2 years

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20th August 2013

Dear Pete,

In case you were wondering, I'm pretty much wrapped in a cocoon of despair right now. My life is so hard and tragic! Only a combination of Nutella and vanilla vodka will be able to ease the suffering I'm going through right now...

Oh how hard my life is! I ate all the ice-cream and Christopher won't buy anymore even though he knows that I'm not allowed to buy more because I'm paleo. Jerk. At least I still have my faithful, baby German Shepherd by my side. Or on my feet as it were.

I don't even know what it is that is making me hate the world. Global warming? PMS? The fact that I'm in my thirties, single, and have no idea what I want to do with my life...? It could be any or none of those, I really have no insight into my problems today other than to say that a conversation with Christopher left me slightly uneasy...

"Liv, move from the couch." "No, it's the Sabbath. I'm resting all day." Weariness was starting to creep into his voice a little more every day. "Do you even know why it's called the Sabbath? Or even what the Sabbath is?" "It's a day of rest." "In which religion?" "That's irrelevant! God rested on the seventh day and so am I." "You've watched the entire sixth and seventh seasons of Supernatural this weekend. You need to do something with your life other than assuming that the storylines in Supernatural are actually taken from the bible."

"This is doing something. Besides, you're not the boss of me." "Argh! Will you stop saying that!" In frustration he flops down beside me on the couch and I can't help but smile a little despite how much I truly hate all of existence in that moment. "It's Tuesday. That is not the Sabbath in any religion. You need to do something with your day."

"I did!" I protest. "I went to work." "Liv," he says after a pause. "At some point you are going to have to move from the couch outside of working hours." "And I will, but right now I'm in mourning." My tone is sombre, an acknowledgement to all that is lost, but mostly due to it sounding more dramatic. "You dated the guy for all of ten seconds. What could you possibly be mourning?" Chris's voice is getting louder, which isn't very nice of him I might add. It still seems to evade his comprehension that as my housemate he has certain responsibilities in terms of my emotions and their management. Don't get me wrong, I understand that I'm probably wearing on his patience, but WHAT DID HE EXPECT?! He's known me most of his life, this behaviour can't possibly be a shock to him. "I'm mourning my life!" I say, throwing my hands up in the air. It's a move I stole off your mother, she would've been proud. "I'm mourning the life I thought I was going to have and even the Plans B, C, D and E that I devised when I realised nothing was working out. I'm mourning everything that was meant to happen by now but which will never be." With a dramatic sigh I try to gaze wistfully out the window but there isn't one within the turning limits of my neck so I settle on a wall instead. It's not the same. "I'm not going through this again. Your life is fine. There is nothing wrong with it. You are a drama queen and you need to stop letting every guy you meet screw with your head." "I didn't let you screw with my head. Just my body."

And that was when the awkward silence started. It just reached its third hour. It's uncomfortable.

Oh how hard my life is!

Liv x

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silentmoths · 2 years

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soooo, genshin men with an s/o who has that intense. blanked face and unblinking serial killer stare but in actuality they're actually a nice and dare i say funny person on the inside who's VERY socially awkward and quiet. the embodiment of "i want to friend but i don't know how to friend pls help".

bonus points if they're smol because that would make it even funnier. like you're afraid of this tiny ass gremlin? what's up with OH MY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE-

bonus BONUS points if they're touch starved because the pandemic fucked us up and we all need a hug.

how dare you know me so well that I couldn't resist, because I too am a resting blank face, touch starved bitch lmao. lessgo~

Ft: Diluc, Zhongli and Childe (I would have done more but it's been a very long day)

I may have also had a fair bit to drink at the work party so forgive any horrible spelling mistakes screams

Diluc

¤ He found your lack of expression somewhat refreshing actually, it meant that when you did actually crack a smile, it was genuine, and there was always a great pride swelling in his chest whenever he manages it.

¤ He doesn't mind that you're not social, heck, neither is he, two birds of a feather, with equally terrible, sometimes dry humor.

¤ your similar sense of humor actually came as quite a shock, the first time you cracked a joke, he very nearly missed it, until he did a double take, replaying what you'd just said in your head and ends up half leaning on the counter trying not to wheeze.

¤ Not to mention, your thousand-yard stare could dissuade just about anyone, and he was always greatful that you were able to pick up on when Diluc wanted someone to leave him alone, and would activate said stare.

¤ However his favorite moments are always those in private, after a long day's work, his favorite thing was you pushing your face into his chest, whether it be when you're lying in bed together, or if he's stuck staying up late in his office looking over documents; you'd either lay beside him, or he'd shift his chair out just a little to make space for you to clamber into his lap and rest your chin on his shoulder, either way it always ended with you dozing happily with one of his arms wrapped around you.

Zhongli

¤ He won't lie to himself, at first he thought your stare was somewhat unnerving, even to his 6000 year old ass, but the longer he'd spent around you, the more endearing he found it.

¤ this dude is the smooth motherfucker who can tell your mood simply from the way you stare, the subtle crease of your brow or the faintest squint, to anyone else you're fucking horrifying sometimes, but he could take one look and discern that no, you were not angry, you were hungry and wanted a hug.

¤ In a way, he's somewhat glad for it. Being able to understand your needs likely before even you realised you needed them was a blessing, a silent communication that mean't he could be a steadfast and attentive partner, even if at times you told him it was eerie how easily he could discern your face.

¤ He would also never admit it to anyone but you, but your deadpan delivery of the occasional joke you did crack was amazing. Especially whenever you did it near Hu-Tao, the directors confused and somewhat shocked face always filled the archon with an unspeakable sense of satisfaction

¤ It came as a shock when he realised just how much affection you craved, if it wasn't for busy work schedules between you both, he's sure you'd spend the entire day clinging onto him, which he certainly wouldn't mind...especially when he got to watch your expression melt into something truly content, yes that was definitely his favorite part.

Childe

¤ This idiot LOVES the face honestly. Relishes it, in some aspects he makes it his life's damn goal to try and make you crack a smile wiht every interaction, but he feels like it's a hard won battle when he gets you to wheeze with laughter.

¤ He also likes to take you along with him on 'debt collections' because if a fatui harbinger wasnt scary enough, the bitch behind him staring at them with death in their eyes sure fuckn was.

¤ He know's it's not your favorite thing to do, but on particular collections where the bank has specified no killing, he really did appreciate having you there.

¤ and he pays back in your favorite ways; fingers running softly through your hair, a hand resting on your waist, effectionate nuzzles into your skin, all the good shit.

¤ one of his favorite passtimes is staring contests, mostly unknowing staring contests. however these almost always end with one of you breaking and snickering or wheezing. honestly you're both hopeless.

#Genshin impact #Genshin impact scenarios #Genshin Zhongli #Genshin Childe #Genshin Diluc #Diluc x reader #Zhongli x reader #childe x reader #silentmothwrites #silentmothasks

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

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“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Hey I saw your requests where open and I was wondering if you could do an Mc wrote a love poems for them and left them in random spots where they would find them? Maybe with the side datebles?

Thought these two went nicely together so yeah, thanks @kitsune25 and @starcub17, I love these ideas sm x

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to MC Leaving Love Letters and Gifts for Them

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Lucifer

Starts finding love letters addressed to him all over his room

Found one in his underwear drawer the once...

He’s not dense, he knew it was from you as soon as he started reading it, the vocabulary exactly the same as yours and your perfect signature sign off right at the very end

His heart could’ve melted when he also started finding heaps of chocolates and bouquets of flowers scattered with the letters

Let’s the letters and gifts continue, each one getting more creative and filled with love until he decides to go find you

When he eventually finds you, he pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you with all the pent up emotions the letters and presents had left him feeling

Doesn’t let go for a while as he enjoys the warmth of your flush cheeks pressed against his neck

Mammon

Finding letters built up all over his room was so strange to him as he picked up the first one he saw

It had glitter glued on it and a pretty red card inside with a perfectly written love letter

He begins to read it, words stuck in his throat as his heart pounds in his chest after he reads your name at the end, butterflies now forming deep in his stomach

He looks to the side to see some chocolate and a few pennies, which made him laugh as he stuffs them all in his pockets

The gifts and letters kept coming as he began to fall deeper in love until he couldn’t take it any longer; setting out to find you immediately

He soon finds you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you in, cuddling his face into your neck and smiling giddily

He never wanted your gifts and love confessions to end as he held you tight in his arms for as long as he could

Leviathan

Finding the first letter he was straight up shocked. Who would want to give a yucky otaku like him a love letter?

Opening it up to find a little card with goldfish on it and a romantically written love letter made his cheeks burn red

This has to be a joke... but when he read your signature at the end, he had hope. Maybe it wasn’t a joke...

He smiled like a kid who’s crush confessed to him finally and frantically looked for more letters

He soon found your presents, boxes of chocolates and roses tied with a beautiful blue ribbon

He felt his knees go weak and he chuckled, soon rushing out of his room to find you and hold you tighter than he ever has before

After finding you and practically throwing himself into your embrace, he felt a few tears form in his eyes as he soon got overwhelmed, realising how much you may actually love him...

Satan

He started finding letters one day all over his room, one even pinned to his RAD uniform

Opening them, he found they were filled with little cat paws. That alone made his heart skip a beat, but after reading it, it was now thoroughly pounding in his chest

He reads it over and over again as he feels his cheeks glow red and a smile form on his lips

He looks to the side of the letters and sees a bouquet of his favourite flowers and a book he’d recently wanted

He felt so lucky to have you as he held the precious letter to his chest, keeping every single one he finds hidden somewhere in his room

After finding more and more presents, he couldn’t take it as he went looking for you, a smile still prominent on his lips

Crashes into you out of nowhere and holds you to his chest, squeezing your shoulders with the singular rose he found still in his hand, realising he never wants this love to disappear

Asmodeus

Weirdly, finding letters in his room didn’t surprise him as he’s had some fans sneak in his room before to leave them

But when he opened one up and saw it containing petals and a beautiful love letter, recognising the handwriting immediately, he just knew he had to read it

A love letter from you made his heart pound in his chest, rereading it over and over again just to feel the overwhelming feeling of love that was put into it

Right next to it was his favourite perfume and some flowers in a gorgeous gold painted box

He couldn’t contain the tears as they came flooding, rushing to you to give you a huge hug and kiss you all over that sweet face of yours

He truly couldn’t ask for someone as good as you in his life and sometimes, he loved you so more more than he loved himself

May or may not have started sending you presents and love letters back too

Beelzebub

First thing he saw in the morning was a bright Orange letter pressed to his chest

He opened it and inside was a little drawn chicken leg; a stupid food pun written right next to it that made him chuckle

He read it slowly, admiring how much love was put in to it as he began to to feel his heart thump and a sappy smile spread on his face

Then he read your name and he’d never felt as happy as he did then, holding it to his chest and smiling so wide with a bright red face

As the letters kept coming and the little gifts of roses that were actually chocolates flooded his room, the happier and more in love he became until he soon left his room to find you one morning

He pulls you into a hug; holding you like his life depends on it, squeezing you tighter every time he remembers a line from your love letter

You two stay like that for a while until you go off and share the chocolate roses you gave him

Belphegor

Seeing a letter on his side table first thing in the morning definitely caught his interest as he opens it up to find it covered in light blue clouds and stars

He begins smiling as he reads the first line, the handwriting neat and perfected, almost exactly like yours

When he reads the name at the end, he couldn’t stop blushing as he realises you wrote this for him and him only; his heart beats wildly and he places the letter on his knees so he can process the absolute sweetness that just came from the letter

He laughs to himself as he spots the little star projector from across the room, the one he always wanted, along with chocolates in the shapes of moons and more clouds

Feeling this intense love in his chest and these butterflies in his stomach was enough to force him out of bed and go to jump straight into yours

He snuggles into your bed, holding you tightly and rubbing his face into your neck lovingly, pressing you up against him and refusing to move from your side for a good hour

Diavolo

Wasn’t too sure how there were letters all over his room every single morning, but he decides to read one anyway

Picking up the first ome, he begins to read and suddenly it all makes sense as he feels his heart speed up in his chest as he finally reads your signature at the end

He’s filled with love and admiration as he picks up the next one, then the next one and keeps reading until they’re all finished

He keeps them all, along with the little presents of flowers you give him, all kept in vases around his bedroom so he can see them every single day

One letter finally made him realises how much he wanted to hold you though as he quickly made his way towards you

He grabs you and pull you into a locked hug, pressing his nose into your neck and blushing onto your skin as he feels your hands wrap around his back

Holding you there, he realised how much he really needed that hug, and how much he really needed you

Barbatos

Finding letters everywhere was odd to him because he was sure he locked the door to his room...

But also because he was just the butler. Perhaps it’s for Diavolo?

Curiosity got the best of him as he opened it and started reading, soon realising it was a love letter and the writing felt familiar

He got to the end, a smile on his face and read the name... it was yours, and he’s never blushes harder in his life, his stomach funny with feeling of love

He laughs as he notices the huge bouquet of his favourite flowers sat on the dresser, wrapped in a royal purple bow. He was overwhelmed with all this affection but went over to water the flowers a little either way

He decides to pay you a visit after a few days, knocking on your door and pulling you into a pleasant hug suddenly, loosening up when he feels your arms wrap around his waist

He never knew he needed this affection until he actually received it. He’s so thankful you’re by his side

Simeon

When he suddenly woke up to letters all over his room one morning, to say he was confused may’ve been an understatement

He opened one up, an angelic cream colour with neat cursive writing filling the sheet

He scans over it, admiring how perfectly it was written, like lots of time was put into it, and he feels so overwhelmed with love that he can’t stop himself from blushing

After reading your name at the end, that was it, his composure was lost as his face goes red and he covers his mouth, flustered and still trying to accept this was actually happening to him

He smiles deeply as he sees the beautiful white fuchsias placed next to the letter along with a small elegant teacup

He feels so happy. He rushes over to your room and knocks on the door, pulling you into his arms and stroking your hair as soon as the door opens

Brings you flowers from out in the garden sometimes with a little love poem attached to it

Solomon

Woke up to see a letter attached to his wardrobe which honestly startled him at first because how did someone get in his bedroom

But he opened it anyway, noticing it was filled with stars on a night sky, the writing delicate and neat, exactly like yours

He had a hunch it was your letter in the first place but he continued to get flustered whilst reading it anyway, feeling his lips curl up into a giddy smile

He sighs and chuckles at the display of flowers all along his dresser, each one rare and unique and as dark as the night sky, the particular type he loves

He picks one up and inspects it, feeling a smile spread across his lips again as his stomach fills with excitement and his heart fills completely with love

He brings it with him when he goes to see you soon after, meeting you and offering you the same flower graciously, then proceeding to pull you into a hug and rest his chin on your head

He’s never found anybody who’s loved him like you do; his heart couldn’t take it as he holds you tighter, smiling into your skin

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you have an eating disorder

prompt: “you never had issues with food - that is until your boyfriend makes a remark about your weight.”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: MAJOR TW!! anorexia, there’s swearing

genre: fluff, angst

NOTE: this is not proofread at all and it’s kinda short, i was struggling to finish it a lot, sorry :(

you were never one to pay special attention to your diet or anything

life is short, why spend it worrying about how your body looks?

food is food man, and you need it to live

there was no fun in dieting either, it’s not like you were ever fat anyway - with daily training you were in shape!

sure there were thinner girls, but like i mentioned, you just liked enjoying food without having to worry about losing weight all the time

your boyfriend, bakugo, just does not know how to express himself

he’s not the type to really pay any mind to your figure, he finds you pretty anyway

and its a plus anyway - whenever he feels full he can just push his plate towards you and you’ll gladly finish it for him

that is until one day

you were sitting with the baku squad at lunch

mina was telling you about a new tiktok trend she had stumbled upon and found hilarious

denki was currently fighting for his life against bakugo after saying his hair looked like he was just hit by an electricity quirk before he proceeded to zap him lightly

kirishima was regretting all of his life decisions when he decided to try and help denki

sero was just sat there,, recording it so he could show them just how stupid they looked afterwards

kirishima finally managed to pull said angry-boy away from kaminari

you always said he’s like a little angry pomeranian when angry lol

back to the plot omg i got carried away

after bakugo was calm enough to take his initial seat beside you, he was already too full and just overall not hungry

so he pushed his plate towards you

“eat up, fatass.” he grumbled out

you just looked up at him with wide doe-eyes, not expecting an insult to slip off his tongue

it was bakugo, what’d you expect lmao

you looked down at the plate, suddenly feeling very not hungry anymore, instead pushing the plate away as you grabbed your bag to stand up

“actually, i’ll head up to my room, i feel a bit sick”

you immediately left after that, not seeing the confused glances the table exchanged, mina smacking bakugo’s head

you went to your room and laid down, not knowing why bakugo’s comment had made you feel upset

you never get upset when he makes dumb remarks!!

so why now!!

you realised it when you were stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, staring at your own body

you did gain some weight.

you were upset at yourself because you usually didn’t mind!!

you know weight fluctuates, you know the small amount of chub you have will eventually pack it’s little bags and leave again

but it hurt because you wanted to be pretty for your boyfriend.

how could you be when he says you’re a fatass?

eventually, you ended up scrolling through your phone, looking at thin girls all day

you also looked up a few diets that worked very fast

by the time bakugo was aggressively knocking at your door you had closed all of the pages you were previously looking at

as soon as you swung the door open he strutted in, seating himself on your bed

“what was with you running off at lunch today?” he looked at you

you were still stood at your door like.... mm ok i guess make yourself at home

“huh? i told you, i felt a little sick.” you mumbled, closing the door again, it was getting late and you were not looking to be beheaded by aizawa

he scoffed “if you say so.” he laid down, kicking your blanket to the side

“i brought you some snacks - incase you got hungry..” he said, his face looking like >:(

he didn’t get them because he knew you liked them and wanted to make you happy! not at all!!

he just didn’t want to put up with you being whiny

that’s for sure the reason

you giggled, throwing yourself ontop of him - sounds of protest coming from him but he did wrap his arms around you

“since when are you so nice, katsuki?!” you teased

lol wrong move

in 0.01 seconds you were flipped over and held down as he started tickling you

“i’m not nice!”

the next morning you left extra early to avoid getting breakfast with bakugo

he didn’t seem to be bothered by it, he also has days where he just doesn’t feel like eating early in the morning so

it does start to bother him when that one day of skipping breakfast turned into every day

his google search bar is like

‘why does my gf not eat’

‘do girls not eat breakfast’

but this bitch is also too scared to approach you at first because he doesnt want you to know he truly cares

his ego is still too high for that

but you know better

you know he cares but sometimes you don’t feel good enough for him

you can’t help but compare yourself to other girls at your school

you distance yourself unknowingly, lost in the counting calories and exercising every day

everyone but you notices that you’re literally spiraling

you don’t notice that you look sick, skin paling and cheekbones getting more prominent every passing day

you don’t notice the growing eyebags under your eyes

all you notice is other pretty girls and how you want to look like them.

at first, your friends decide to give you some space, thinking that maybe you have to fix this within yourself and need space

and you do, but someone needs to snap you out of your little bubble

that someone is bakugo

so it goes like this

during training, he noticed your legs being a little more wobbly than usual

and he noticed that you were unfocused, not being able to dodge all of the enemies attacks

but something inside of him snaps when aizawa has to stop the fight because you were not even fighting back anymore

before aizawa even arrived in front of you, your world went black and you collapsed

bakugo was so angry at your training enemy

didn’t they fucking see your struggle??

did they really have to be stopped by their teacher??

would they even have stopped if it werent for aizawa??

probably not

but he didnt have time to go and yell at them because he was running towards you

aizawa let him pick you up

“bring her to recovery girl.”

of course he did

everyone watching was so shocked

because bakugo didn’t let out a sound the entire time

his face was pulled into a frown, as usual, but he wasn’t speaking- no, yelling

he showed past his classmates, walking towards recovery girl’s office

“ribbit, why was he so quiet?”

recovery girl was like ?!?!?! what the fuck happened when was the last time she ate

she had to give you a total parenteral nutrition

(that means nutrition/fluids are delivered into your body via a catheter placed in a vein of your body, usually lower arm)

when you woke up bakugo was sat next to the bed, reading the back of some medicine bottle he found there

when he noticed you awake he perked up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing

“what happened?”

he narrowed his eyes, wondering for a second if you were serious

“you’re starving yourself to near death, that’s what happened.”

you immediately grimaced

“did i pass out in front of everyone?”

“is that seriously what you’re worried about?!”

you remained quiet, looking away

“y/n, look at me.” he gently guided your head to face him

“i don’t know what drove you to do this to yourself, but i need you to stop. you’re going to die if you don’t stop. what idiot made you think you need to do this to yourself?! i’ll kill them!”

“you told me i was a fatass”

his jaw dropped

fuck

“you know i don’t mean when i insult you! i hide the fucking fact that i WANT you to eat by using insults! i’m so sorry..”

his voice went soft at the end

he truly felt so bad :(

he was the one that was supposed to protect you from others hurting you yet here he was, being the one that caused you to hink you weren’t worthy enough

“i know, but there’s so many much more prettier girls than me, i was afraid you’d lose feelings if i wasn’t thin enough.”

“are you kidding?! you’re the only one i have eyes for! all those other extra’s can fuck off, i don’t give a single shit about them!”

you were kinda tearing up

“do you promise?”

god, he felt so bad.

he sat on the edge of the bed, reluctantly pulling you in a hug

“i promise”

from that day on he made sure to remind you to eat meals, even if it was just something small

he ripped everyone’s heads off if they made a comment about your eating habits and/or weight

and he made sure you were the only one he loved

the day he saw you collapse something broke inside of him

it opened his eyes that hiding his emotions from you wouldn’t help you in your relationship

so while he supported you to build your feelings of self-worth and eating habits, you helped him start to open up, teaching him that showing emotions wasn’t embarassing

no one else knew how soft he could get with you and it should stay that way

you had a long way to go but it was all worth it in the end

he was your little angry pomeranian <33

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