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spongeyspot · 5 months

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Toxic Traits/Red Flags HC

Characters: Arthur, Javier, John, Lenny, Dutch, Micah, Charles, Sean, Hosea, Mary Beth, Abigail, Tilly, Karen, Sadie, Molly

(A/N): WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS DAWG. I LOVED @cowboyfromh3ll 's take on that shit sm and these hcs have literally been swimming in my head for weeeeeeeeks bro

Edit: some of these were kinda hard because there's not a lot of bad in the characters themselves... I had trouble with specifically Charles, Lenny, Mary Beth, and Tilly. Sorry if they may be OOC. IM EVEN DOING THE GIRLS BECAUSE IM IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

Content Warning: female reader, jealousy, self hate, narcissism, gaslighting, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, mentions of murder and violence, mentions of infidelity, mentions of sex (Sean, Micah, Sadie kind of) (MINORS DNI)

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The boys

Arthur Morgan

- Honestly, I feel like Arthur would have this insane, crippling fear of rejection, especially when it comes to dating. - His self hate/deprecation plays a huge part in this, and quite honestly, him and Mary not working out probably also probably contributed to it. - Very emotionally distant. Has a hard time expressing his feelings openly due to that same fear of rejection.🚩 - Bottles shit up until he feels like he's gonna explode 🚩 - His impulse control is almost nonexistent 🚩 - Will resort to saying things that he doesn't even mean. He just says things when he's angry🚩 - Will hate himself even more if he makes you cry - Won't hesitate to run away from camp for a while to cool off. This isn't necessarily a bad thing per se, but he usually takes his time away to overthink the fuck out of everything - Prone to acting violent. (not to someone he cared about, but to other people, absolutely)Also due to his poor impulse control. 🚩

Javier Escuella

- Has a flirty personality, but around women, it just seems to get worse. 🚩 - Tells you you're overreacting if you tell him it bothers you🚩 - Overprotective of you. Always has his eyes on you, and practically orders you to stay in camp where it's safe. - As if you step one foot outside the camp without him, you'll spontaneously drop dead - Jealous asf. Are you laughing at what Bill just said? It wasn't even that funny. Why are you standing so close to him? You should be at least 6 feet away from him, not 5 and a half. 🚩 - Also has a problem with how you dress sometimes. God forbid your shirt is ever low cut. He'd probably ask you to change. 🚩 - And if you get offended or upset, he'll lie and tell you it's because he can't stop staring at your chest, and he'd like to focus of whatever it was he was doing.🚩

John Marston

- Stubborn as all hell. Doesn't listen to anybody for anything.🚩 - Commitment issues up the ass - Says mean things out of anger and sometimes actually means them 🚩 - Won't apologize half the time. He thinks kissing it better actually makes it better 🚩 - Regularly ignores his own bad habits instead of actually facing them 🚩 - Will run away from problems like Arthur, but worse. He'd be gone a really long time.🚩 - Gets annoyed with you if you get angry at him for leaving and staying away for a while. He told you he needed space, didn't he? What else do you need from him?? 🚩 - Ignorantly clueless half the time. Head empty, no thoughts.

Lenny Summers

- Not assertive in the slightest, and usually, respectfully, keeps to himself. -Takes orders without verbal complaints but inside he's annoyed as fuck 🚩 - Even if he hates doing something he'll probably just go "Okay" and do it anyway, and he'll sulk all day afterwards - Refuses to tell you what's wrong because he thinks he'll sound childish.🚩 - If you push the issue, he might snap at you out of annoyance like "Would you just let it be??" - Immediately feels guilty and shameful, and he'll hide away until he's ready to apologize and face you again - Also kind of a know-it-all... He'll correct you a LOT. It would get annoying 🚩 - Would blatantly tell you you're wrong before correcting you🚩 - Not necessarily an asshole about it but he still tends to get under your skin sometimes

Dutch Van Der Linde

- The BIGGEST Narcissist you'll ever meet.🚩 -He loses another piece of his mental state with every breath he takes. Slowly but surely losing his mind.🚩 - King of gaslighting🚩 - How could you even think that about him? He could never do anything wrong! You must be crazy...🚩 - Tries to recite his "pretty words" from Evelyn Miller to try and sound smarter than he actually is 🚩 - Expects you to just feed his ego without him actually doing anything to earn it🚩 - Will try to correct you even when he's wrong🚩 - Refuses to admit he's wrong. He can never be wrong. That word isn't even in his vocabulary unless he's talking about literally anyone but himself🚩

Micah Bell

- Where do I even start with this guy - Not above putting his hands on you if he doesn't get his way. Let's be honest here.🚩 - Mega Narccisist, almost as bad as Dutch 🚩 - Will brag and share every sexual encounter you've ever had with him like he's talking about the weather🚩 - VERY prone to Violence 🚩 - NO impulse control. Murders people for fun.🚩 - Backhanded and borderline abusive compliments 24/7 "You'd look so good if you weren't so fucking fat..." 🚩 - Selfish lover. Thinks just sticking it in will do the trick, and it does, for him at least.🚩 - Little to no affection. What are you? His girlfriend? Wait...🚩 -If he actually does show you affection, and you react in surprise, he'll tell you to go fuck yourself, and that that's the last time he ever does anything nice for you.🚩

Charles Smith

- Impossible to read sometimes - Like Arthur, Charles tends to keep a lot of his emotions bottled up until he feels like he's gonna pop 🚩 - Like most of the men in the Van Der Linde gang, Charles is also prone to acting violently. I mean, he started a bar fight with a fucking chair, and he fights in street fighting rings, let's be real for a second.🚩 - He's incredibly quiet and reserved a lot of the time, and sometimes you just assume that he's listening to you when you talk, but a lot of the time, he's lost in his own thoughts. - Will do everything anyone asks him to at the expense of his own free time and energy, and sometimes he works himself to exhaustion just to try and please everyone.🚩 - In doing so, he sometimes doesn't have time for himself at the end of the day. It also seems like you spend time together less and less as the days go on. - If he ever got himself hurt and you tried to help him, he'd decline any help with anything to save his own pride. The last thing he needs is you thinking he's weak. 🚩 - Extremely Overprotective. Like to the point where he'd beat the shit out of anybody you asked him to🚩

Sean Macguire

- An Alcoholic🚩 - horny 99% of the time, but half that time he probably has whiskey dick. Still asks you to try but doesn't understand that it's like trying to play pool with a rope... - If he can manage to be sober enough to actually get it up, and you're not in the mood, he'd get pissy and annoyed with you for "wasting his boner" 🚩 - Will probably also brag about having sex with you to everyone🚩 - Needy as all hell - Bro sulks on purpose - Low key loves the attention you give him when you continue to ask him what's wrong, but he never actually tells you and constantly says "I'm fine..." or "It's nothing..." 🚩 - But then sighs dramatically and continues sulking and dragging his feet so you keep giving him more attention 🚩

Hosea Matthews

- Ignores his physical health until he's practically dying. You've told him to get that cough looked at for literal years and he just says "I will" and does nothing 🚩 - sometimes talks to you as if you're a child especially if he's around Dutch -low key gaslights you sometimes 🚩 - and he says it with such a gentle tone, its hard to catch it 🚩

The girls

Mary Beth Gaskill

- Daydreams way too much - Likes to live in her romance novel fantasy land rather than face reality 🚩 - Cries a lot - Tries to be angry but can't help but cry instead - If crying makes you feel bad for her, she'll probably do it on purpose so you comfort her and give her attention🚩 -If you're in a fight, she'll turn on the crocodile tears to get you to stop being angry with her or whatever it is you're arguing about.🚩

Abigail Roberts

- She can be verbally abusive if she's pushed far enough 🚩 - Holds in a lot of her emotions🚩 - Neglectful of her own personal needs to make sure you or Jack are fully provided or cared for🚩 - a lot of the time, when she's upset with you, you're probably given the cold shoulder and the silent treatment - incredibly protective. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she can sometimes be super overbearing.

Tilly Jackson

- Tells it how she sees it, sometimes accidentally sounding a lot colder than she means to 🚩 - Too sarcastic for her own good 🚩 - Laughs a little too much sometimes when you tell a joke, and you can often tell it's actually incredibly fake🚩 - gets irritated really easily, especially if she's bothered while doing her chores. The last thing she needs is Grimshaw on her ass again.🚩 - irritable a lot of the time, unintentionally becoming short or snapping at you - like john, she also believes that kissing it better is better than actually apologizing

Karen Jones

- An alcoholic 🚩 - picks fights with you for fun, finds it entertaining to see how red your face can get from anger 🚩 - Screaming matches are a regular occurance between you guys, and she starts it almost every time 🚩 - Pretty jealous when it comes to the opposite sex🚩 - Has self doubt and believes that she can't give you everything a man probably could

Sadie Adler

- The nosiest woman in America. No chill. She reads everyone's mail. - Makes a lot of loose threats 🚩 - Anger issues🚩 - Low impulse control🚩 - Can be a little too rough sometimes 🚩 - If she's upset with you, she'll either yell or storm off. Sometimes both. 🚩 -(She tends to walk away a lot more often because she's actuall self aware that her anger issues are a problem) - She'd never admit that to you though.

Molly O'Shea

- Even more jealous than Javier🚩 - Glares at and envies anyone you talk to that isn't her🚩 - Has immaginary conversations with people in her head🚩 - Rubbing her hands together when the real life conversations are following the script she had planned out in her brain - Needs constant reassurance - "D'you even love me anymore?!"🚩 - Overthinks everything 🚩 - Paranoid as hell about infidelity - Gets mad at you when she dreams about you cheating on her🚩

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calliesmemes · 1 month

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EVEN MORE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM AROUND THE INTERNET, including quotes from Tumblr, Pinterest, TikTok, and X (formerly known as Twitter), for when a muse wants to lighten up the situation at hand.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“ It’s sea shanty time once again my fellow bastards of the ocean! ”

“ Partner, I reckon that I ain’t been feeling very yeehaw lately. ”

“ I don’t study; I consult the lore. ”

“ Yeah, I understand women — they all want daggers and swords. It’s all quite simple, really. ”

“ Lord forgive me but I may have to make a nonessential purchase. ”

“ Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range. ”

“ Yes I’m a gatekeeper and a hater. I’m also God’s most favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. ”

“ My primary motivations are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ”

“ Man — if I had a sword, I wouldn’t be worried about shit. ”

“ It’s not blood that runs through these veins but glitter gel pen ink. ”

“ If I was in a Jane Austen novel, I would be the one sent to the seaside for my health. ”

“ Half of me is a hopeless romantic, and the other half of me is … well … an asshole. ”

“ I am the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know. ”

“ I hope I give off the vibe to all animals that I am their ally and their friend. ”

“ I see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. Why is that? ”

“ Normalize letting me talk without making any sense. ”

“ Don’t care, didn’t ask, plus my psychic visions have predicted the outcome of this encounter. ”

“ I could be so much worse. For example, I could start acting like my father. ”

“ Sorry for acting so strange and irregular; It will happen again. ”

“ i love sitting in my room.....alone....a girl in her cave....scheming and plotting and drinking tea. ”

“ These man made horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. I get it though. ”

“ I’m a goth girl on the inside. On the outside? A father figure. ”

“ I don’t need to face reality; I’m not just that type of girl. ”

“ DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A frickle-frackle? ”

“ I’m about to cha cha real smooth off a fucking cliff. ”

“ Sorry I told you about my trauma. Do you still think I’m hot? ”

“ My priorities aren’t straight and neither am I. ”

“ I have felt permanently guilty for no reason since I was like eight years old. ”

“ Of course I have a lot of pent up rage, you fool! I’ve been the same height since I was twelve years old! ”

“ I was born for shock value. ”

“ Good morning! God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem. ”

“ Oh, I slept miserably because I was tormented by terrible visions all night. I hope none of them were prophetic! ”

“ Be the surreal nonsense that you want to see in the world. ”

“ Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ”

“ My hobbies include knowing things and being right. ”

“ This is good advice, but don’t tell me what to do. ”

“ I hate the idea of authority. What the fuck is someone being superior to me? Bitch I’m gonna take your kneecaps. ”

“ Stop forgiving my crimes! I worked so hard on those! ”

“ My hobbies? Uhhhh, symbolism mostly. Metaphors and implications and the like. ”

“ I may not have any braincells, but I make up for it by having many heart cells. ”

“ I can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one guys! ”

“ Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value. ”

“ Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower, but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone. ”

“ Any dream can be a prophetic dream if you’re willing to do some really weird shit. ”

“ girl help there is not enough enrichment in my enclosure. ”

“ BRO, you NEED to stop SUMMONING DEMONS in the FRAT HOUSE. ”

“ I just gave your address to some spiders! ”

“ I disappoint my father as a hobby now. ”

“ I think that the dark circles under my eyes add to my aesthetic actually. ”

“ Good news! I’ve successfully replaced all of my emotions with jokes! ”

“ I have half a braincell left and I’m very scared to use it! ”

“ Listen, son — in this world, it’s either yeet or be yeeted. ”

“ I appreciate the advice, but I think that I’m old enough to make my own bad decisions. ”

“ I’m disappointed in me too. Y’all aren’t special. ”

“ Running from your demons is the best exercise! ”

“ Sorry; I can’t commit any crimes with you. My mom says that I have to study. ”

“ Time flies when you don’t know what the fuck is going on. ”

“ If I run out of tacos, I can no longer maintain my human form. ”

“ Bestie, I don’t think that I can girlboss under these conditions. ”

“ Yeah I’ve had combat training; I can do anxiety attacks! ”

“ Swag is earned, not learned. ”

“ Contrary to popular belief, violence solves a lot. ”

“ I CANNOT STAND YOU ALL so I will SIT DOWN. ”

“ Please God no … I don’t need any more character development right now! ”

“ If you can’t beat ‘em, yeet ‘em. ”

“ Do not put me in a situation. I’m at my limit and I am very tired. ”

“ I may be depressed, but at least I’m not basic. ”

“ It’s MY LIFE and I’ll sabotage it myself, thank you. ”

“ Think twice? Bold of you to assume that I think once. ”

“ At the next inconvenience, I will start biting people. ”

“ Oops I think that I just experienced an emotion. ”

“ Did you know that rats spelled backwards is star? ”

“ One day, I’ll be reincarnated as a pigeon, and I’ll shit on your head. ”

“ On the outside, I’m a baddie — but on the inside, I’m a saddie. ”

“ My grandma bullies me through the Ouija board. ”

“ I’m a cool person if you can just look past my personality. ”

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“ I hope that you get your character development arc soon. ”

“ Those are some nice kneecaps … It’d be a shame if someone stole them … ”

“ I’ve wanted to be a trophy wife ever since I was a little boy. ”

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“ Wait, “Just Standing There Ominously” doesn’t count as socializing? ”

“ Yes I am smart, and yes, I am stupid. It’s called being flexible. ”

“ I am NOT delusional!!!!! I am OPTIMISTIC! ”

“ I deserve compensation for not being the menace to society that i could be, like i'm skipping out on a lot of fun here. ”

“ Do not ask me if you should or shouldn't do something !!! Before I am a friend I am an enabler !!! ”

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ushys · 8 months

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⸻ spider-verse characters reacting to your jealousy

characters: miles, earth-42 miles, miguel, hobie

a/n: i was thinking of making it a story but i thought you making it into little sections with different characters would be better.

cw: fluff, cussing, jealousy, a small mention of killing, gn! reader, that’s it :p

MILES MORALES: he’s kind of oblivious to that kind of thing, which makes it even worse for you. so, when you see him talking to someone who is obviously into him, you’re mad. you’re mad because they’re trying to hit on him and he laughs it off, not knowing their true intentions. it made your blood boil. they would touch his shoulder, laugh a little too hard at his jokes, all that. you walked away and miles noticed this. he said his goodbyes to the other person and chased after you.

“is everything okay babe?” he questioned, brows furrowed as he was confused. “everything’s fine, go talk to your other bae.” you said rolling your eyes and speeding up. “wha? babe what are you talking about- oh. are you jealous?” you stopped and turned to look at him. then you quickly turned around again and said “no.” yup, you were jealous.

“my love, there’s no need to be jealous. they’re just a friend and i would never leave you for them. i don’t even see them like that! i’m sorry for for making you feel this way, i just don’t know what’s wrong and right and i didn’t think they were doing anything weird.” now you felt guilty. “i’m sorry, you didn’t know and i just overreacted.” you later took him to your room and started talking about different ways people hit on others. he made sure to take notes to not upset you ever again.

EARTH 42 MILES: you were on a date with your boyfriend, walking around and looking at different displays that different shops were showing when suddenly, a stranger goes up to him and compliments him. “wow! your jacket is so cute. where did you get it from?” she giggled as she started touching his arm. miles was obviously uncomfortable and shot you a quick glance, watching as your expression went from a content smile to a rude glare towards the girl.

“my bae got it for me.” he replied as he puts his arm around you, holding you close. they quickly change expressions, now having a hurt look on their face. “oh..! haha, i didnt see her there. they’re your s/o..?” they said as he replied instantly. “yeah that’s what i said. why? do you have a problem with that?” “no. whatever. the jacket was ugly anyway.” they said walking past you, purposely bumping into you.

you were about to turn around and confront them but miles stopped you from doing so. “baby, they’re not worth it” he said planting a kiss on your head. “you were jealous weren’t you though?” he smirked as your eyes widen. “nuh uh” “yuh huh” “nuh uh” “it’s okay baby, you’re the only one for me.” he said, making your face warm. “i could never be jealous of them, they’re the one who was jealous. i hate how good looking you are, having to keep going through that” you pouted. “you’re good looking too, you’re ethereal, you get hit on too.” he said, sarcastically rolling his eyes. “but there’s a difference, i talk bad about them, you plan on killing them.” he laughs and shrugs. “oops?”

MIGUEL O’HARA: he would take good care of you, occasionally. his work has been a huge problem between your relationship, you guys could barely hang out a lot. so, to get closer, you decided to join the spider-verse team with him. as his assistant. you were happy he let you be his assistant, even though you practically had to beg him to let you because according to him, “it’s too dangerous” “”you could get hurt” “too much stress”. it’s a good thing that he wanted you to be safe but shouldn’t he let you do what you wanted?

well anyway, as his assistant, your job was to make sure everyone knows what they’re supposed to be doing and helping new members who are joining the spider group feel more comfortable in this new area. so when a new spider-woman joined the team, you knew what you had to do.

“and this is where miguel usually is at! miguel! come down and greet our new member!” you yelled out calling for him. “it’s best if you don’t bother him when you see him doing work, he can get a little.. harsh.” you say as he makes his way towards you. you look at the spider-woman who seems to be biting her lip and smirking. ‘is she okay?’ you thought to yourself as you looked at her and miguel. “welcome, y/n make sure she’s gotten a full tour of the entire building and understands what her job here is.” “oh, but is it okay if you were to help me instead? she’s not that good at explaining things” the woman lied, obviously just trying to get miguel’s attention.

miguel can sense your jealousy as he knew that the woman was trying to hard. he grabbed the woman’s hand, guiding her to another part of the building while he left you there, standing alone, in shock. ‘what?’

after a while, he came back and saw you sitting in your chair next to where he would usually do work at. he walked up to you and questioned you. “is everything all right mi amor?” you ignored him. “amor?” nothing. “silent treatment huh. why is that?” nothing again. “are you okay?” “yeah i’m fine go talk to your other bitch though. ask her if she’s doing fine.” you said, not looking at him and continuing whatever work you were doing. “you were jealous weren’t you.” “no.” “it’s okay mi amor, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” “and why is that” you questioned. “i sent her back to her dimension. she’s never coming back any time soon.”

HOBIE: “babe?” you called out wondering where hobie was. you’ve asked multiple spider-people wondering where he was but they had no idea. until gwen came up to you. “oh hey gwen what’s up? have you seen hobie?” you asked. “oh yeah, i have. that’s what i wanted to tell you. i know where he’s at.” “you do?! oh thank god, i thought he might’ve gone on a mission somewhere and could’ve gotten hurt. so, where is he” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “don’t get mad, because i don’t know much about it, but i’ve seen him walking with someone and i have no clue who they are. i think they’re new. i’ve seen them go into the lunchroom right now. they’re probably still there” someone new huh? that’s weird.

“thank you gwen, i appreciate it.” you hug her as you start walking away. you head to the lunchroom and suddenly you caught eye of hobie with the other person. “who is that?” you whispered. you then saw them getting real touchy with hobie. ‘what the hell are they doing?’ you furrowed your eyebrows, a disgusted look planted on your face. you can see hobie slightly trying to dodge their touches. you let out a small smirk. so, they don’t get the hint that he doesn’t want them.

you started walking up to him and you suddenly appeared next to him. “hello my love.” you planted a small kiss on his cheek, making sure the girl noticed. “hey baby. where have you been?” hobie asked, turning to look at you and putting his arm around your waist. “that’s what i should be asking you, who is this?” you say pointing at the new person, who was clearly furious. they closed her eyes and smiled. “oh! i’m alex! and you are?” they asked, a vein appearing on their forehead. “they’re my s/o.” hobie replied for you. alex slowly opened their eyes and gave you both a blank stare. “oh is that so? sorry to bother you, i’ll be on my way.” they said walking away, not wanting to face the both of you.

“jealous huh?” he said as he smirked at you. “no.” you lied, not wanting to admit it. you were embarrassed. “yeah you were. thank you for saving me. they were making me uncomfortable” he said in a sarcastic tone, even thought what he said was true. “i don’t want anyone taking away what’s mine” you said looking away. “don’t worry, that’s never happening.” he said giving you a kiss on top of your head.

girls next fr 🙈

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groovyjellyfishtriumph-blog · 1 month

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There's something wrong about Sun.

Listen, after yesterday's revelation, I realized something. There's something wrong about Sun. And It's not like Sun became depressed, or stressed, or didn't want to get involved in drama. It's the way it feels like Sun is hiding something.

As we know and love, Sun is not good at lying. He can lie, but because maybe his consciousness makes him feel guilty when he does so Sun rarely lies, only for important moments.

But that doesn't mean that wet cat doesn't know how to do it. Sun we see tons of episodes, this MF just manipulate the truth, hiding things that should be said out loud. Like killing Bloodmoon, or Star Power KC, Sun will redirect the conversation to something else, or say less or avoid it. The clearest evidence is that when Sun cheats with Earth, Sun will try to make Earth believe he is playing honestly until he cannot lie to Earth anymore.

And why am I telling these stories, because Dark Sun and Sun's behavior towards Ruin became so strange.

Let's talk about Dark Sun first.

1. Why do Dark Sun pause for a few seconds at Sun name when he talks about the person who knows how to create eclipse?

2. If it's just Ruin, why does Dark Sun have to bother explaining the obvious truth, when he has already affirmed that he is not as flamboyant and dramatic as Eclipse or Moon? Remember, Dark Sun hates Moon, so there's no way Dark Sun would breathe out the truth so easily.

3. Dark Sun said Moons usually have a hard time dying or more resilient, but he didn't say anything about Sun, other than that Sun would soon die of whatever it was.

Dark Sun's attitude when talking about Sun is strange. Maybe because Dark Sun is still Sun, so he doesn't say bad things about himself, but I see it as a case of Dark Sun hiding something because it would be ridiculously funny. (Like someone is a co-conspirator...)

Let's not forget that the Creator always for no reason implies that Sun is the more dangerous of the two brothers.

1. Creator checks the data in Sun's head before Moon.

2. Creator asks if Sun has any stupid ideas about saving the world of Ruin? (Remember Sun never wanted to be a hero or wanted to redeem someone. It's Moon. Evidence is that Lunar has most of Sun's share, and was quite cold-blooded when killing Eclipse. Or Sun rarely gets close to Solar or Lunar at first. Sun forgives and accepts to move on, but he never forgets.)

3. Creator always likes to taunt Sun, but backs off as soon as Sun threatens him.

4. If Rodrick is the Creator, then the Creator always wanted to kill Sun, perhaps to reset and reprogram him.

5. Dark Sun kills Creator, and always implies that Sun has potential and is about to.

And Sun, the star of tonight's show. Sun's responses became much more stupid and stubborn than usual when talking about Ruin. Not only did he intentionally ignore the obvious, but he also defended Ruin.

It was as if Sun wanted to talk about something else, and somehow Sun thought there was another way to solve it than making Moon crazy.

I say that because Sun said that too confidently, and remember when facing the Creator, Sun said he was standing outside and if Creator continued doing like

And that's the problem, we have looked down on Sun too much, seen Sun's isolated behavior as just a sign of depression and fatigue from trouble. But what if there's something worse going on, like the time Sun hid from Moon that he killed BM? What if Ruin doesn't work alone, and the one working with Ruin is Sun as some kind of deal??? that, he wouldn't stand outside anymore.

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams #tsams sun #dca fandom #fnaf dca

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 3 months

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“Guilty” Little Pleasures

Some of these will have references to my HCs about their family so check out my HCs here! (if you want) (also some of these are not guilty bc there are a few boys that are straight up shameless so...)

HEARTSLAYBUL Riddle - He’s done this since he was a kid. It started off as a tiny rebellion, and he never got caught, so he never stopped doing it. But late at night, if he happens to wake up, he’ll go to the kitchen and just slice a piece of butter to eat Just Like That. When he was younger he would only take what he could get without there being a visible difference, but in a dorm there’s no telling who’s using the butter and when, so taking a bigger chunk isn’t an issue...right? Trey - He’s a brony. He started watching MLP as a joke with his little siblings and then suddenly he was tucking away merch carefully in his room so that they wouldn’t find it. He’s more embarrassed about his family finding out than he is about friends finding out, so if he lets it slip somehow, please let him nerd out. Please. (Trey and Idia don’t interact much but now they have to) Cater - He has a love/hate relationship with catfishing/ghosting people. Not for long, mind you, he doesn’t want to genuinely lead anyone on, but using some photo of a hot model and a few minutes setting up a fake dating profile, he matches with everyone he can. He knows the compliments are meant for the picture of the person he posted, but for just a few minutes, he can pretend they’re for him. Instead of coming clean, he just leaves them on read and never talks to them again. Deuce - We already know how conflicted he is about his favourite food (eggs) so the mild guilt only gets worse when he finds he enjoys both the sound and the feeling of crushing the shells in his hands, especially after hard boiling eggs and parts of the shell are all connected and he can just make them CRUNCH. Ace - He likes to sneak out of his room at night- but not for troublemaking. He likes to go sit with the hedgehogs since they are nocturnal and just chill with them, because when nobody else is around he gets to babytalk them. Cater has caught him Once. (everyone else is below!)

Savanaclaw Leona - Similar to Trey, he watched Bluey with Cheka and Falena once and now he binges it when he needs a good cry, he will NEVER tell anyone he owns the vinyl for it though. Ruggie - Oh man my dude LIVES for starting drama without getting involved. He likes watching from the sidelines. HC that he will get paid by folks around the school to use his signature spell to get petty revenge on someone. It’s never meant to hurt anyone, but kinda just ruin their day. Someone landed the entire class detention with Crewel? Yeah, they might end up stuck standing in a water fountain for a half hour with their homework. Jack - To me, Jack is the youngest in his family (I expand on that in my family HCs ^^) and while he feels a little guilty, he is the #1 offender for licking a knife of peanut butter and putting it back in the jar to continue using it. He’ll do the same for jam and jelly. He drinks straight out of the milk jug. He got caught once by his sister and she made him pay for the jar of peanut butter in hopes he wouldn’t do it again- but it didn’t work. Octavinelle Azul - He spends a lot of money on outfits he wants to wear, but he doesn’t think he ever will, whether it be confidence issues or once he gets it its not what he expected, but its a self punishment to not return it and get his money back so that he can just look at it and think about whether he’ll ever be brave enough to take that first step and just try it on. More often than not, it’s a lot of extravagant dresses that he’s too shy to try on, but he loves shopping for. Jade - He prides himself on his composed personality, though when the mostro lounge closes for the night, when not even Floyd can see him, he likes first watching the lobsters in the tank like a cat, pupils blown up and grinning, ready for his little self indulgent time. When he finally gets bored, he partially reverts into his mer form, plunging his hands into the tank and grabbing one to snack on. He makes sure to write it off to “waste” before Azul can find out. Floyd - Eating things he knows he’s not supposed to. It’s not his fault land items look so yummy, and his teeth need something to sink into, harder than would be tolerated for affectionate bites. Anything with something tough on the outside and soft on the inside or makes a popping noise is the best, like tightly bound leather or bubble wrap or pop cans. Scarabia Kalim - I have a rather dark HC for him here, but if you’re looking for something lighter, he has a really bad habit at picking at his lips. When he does remember to wear chapstick, he usually licks it off because it tastes good... Jamil - TV dinners, man, this poor guy loves to cook, he genuinely does, but sometimes when Kalim makes him cook unexpectedly for 20+ people, he does not want to even eat what he’s made by the time he’s done cleaning up. At least when it’s under those circumstances, he can justify eating microwave dinners, but a lot of time he just has them when he’s straight up EXHAUSTED. Pomefiore Vil - Aw man, his weak spot is pizza. Sometimes he calls to place an order with a voice modulator and picks up his order in disguise just outside of campus and just....destroys two large pizzas a a 1 liter bottle of cola, hiding in a very specific spot in the walls by the gate of campus where there’s a gap just big enough for him to stuff himself into and hide his Gremliness.

Rook - Does this man even feel guilt for things he should feel guilt for? I don’t know. What he does do though, is watch potential couples on campus, and if he thinks they’re going to fall apart before they get together, forges a love letter from one to another. Epel - In case pocket onions weren’t enough, Epel likes sneaking into Vil’s room and trying on his clothes, only to mock him in his mirror. He is meticulous in putting everything back where it’s meant to be, but also shifts everything on Vil’s vanity just slightly to the left to fuck with him a bit. He always leaves through the window, he does not want to be found in the hallway by accident. Ignihyde Idia - He has so many...but his biggest guilty pleasure is doomscrolling Leona’s magicam page bc....Beeg kitty (I don’t ship them, sometimes people are just Nice To Admire) Ortho - (this is sad I’m sorry) he looks through photos of his human counterpart and wonders if he is filling the shoes that have been left for him properly. If he’s developing the way the human Ortho would have. Diasomnia Malleus - Obviously, he enjoys sneaking out, but sometimes when he’s out he just likes to go fishing. He could, catch a fish by hand in seconds, but he enjoys the peaceful quiet and patience the sport requires. He only fishes until he’s caught one worth eating, guts it, then takes care to cook it to perfection using his flames before eating it. Lilia - This man canonically picks his nose in public how tf am I supposed to top that. Silver - When someone other than his dad is cooking/baking something in the oven, like fish, he likes to peel up bits and pieces of the oil/seasoning and just eat it. If there’s the skin of something on there, yeah he’s eating it. Sebek - He has a stuffie collection that hides under his bed, which is part of why he was so enamoured by his stuffie in Harveston. RSA Che’nya - He likes to eat his bananas without peeling them. Just Because. Neige - He will drink shots of ranch. Sorry. Cheka - licks his play-dough. Knows not to eat it. But He Likes The Salt

#v talks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst heartslaybul #twst savanaclaw #twst octavinelle #twst scarabia #twst pomefiore #twst ignihyde #twst diasomnia #twst nrc #twst rsa #twst fluff #twst crack #twst angst #twst fanfic #twst scenarios

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spxderwrites · 1 year

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VAMPIRE AU

Ft. Dottore, scara, childe

Warnings ⬇️

Gn!reader, slightly suggestive, fluff, comfort (yes even in dottores part), biting + blood.

DOTTORE

This man is pretty composed and is therefore able to control his undying thirst for you.

Does that mean he'll refrain from biting you atleast four times a day? Think again (this is dottore the sadistic scientist we're talking about)

If anything, he probably does it for fun.

And what's worse is the fact that he will make it hurt on purpose.

That's right, he takes advantage of those wierd ass pointy teeth he has just to get a reaction out of you.

He will sneak up behind you whilst you're helping him organise the clumsily kept papers on his desk, snatch you by the shoulders and just sink into any exposed skin he sees without warning.

And if there's nothing exposed to him? He'll just tear his way through that stuffy fatui uniform and lean in towards your bare body.

If you're lucky enough to see him in this state, you'll realise that he looks quite unkept - with messy hair and his face blushing red.

If he notices you staring though, be prepared for him to prove to you that he's very much still in control, his fangs sinking deeper into your skin making you feel dizzy.

But it's okay don't worry, because he'll be there afterwards to kiss your forehead and teasingly tell you how cute you were for him.

After this, if he's still needy, he will carry you off to a more comfortable place to continue and then finally treat your bite wounds whilst you doze off in his arms.

"Suprise!! Guess who it is? Tch I hate these stupid fatui uniforms...."

CHILDE

He feels very guilty tbh.

Due to this he will try and restrain himself for as long as possible.

Unfortunately this makes him go really rough and a little out of control sometimes due resisting for so long (please forgive him he's trying)

If you wish to avoid this you should find him first,as it's never too hard to predict when he needs you.

He'll be sulking around Zapolyarny Palace but in your presence would be unusually clingy.

Hugs from behind, holding both of your hands whenever he can and you can expect small little kisses EVERYWHERE.

When he eventually does take the chance, he will be kneeling down in an empty hall with his head resting on your chest or shoulder, hugging you tightly and whispering words of comfort to assure you as much as possible whilst sinking his teeth into you .

You better stroke his hair rn.

No matter where you are or whatever you're doing he will take you back to your/his room in the palace and start licking and kissing over every single bite wound.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!! Just one more bite I promise!! Please..."

SCARAMOUCHE

Now for this guy....

He suppresses his urges for as long as possible.

And no, that's not because he cares about you or anything oh no!

It's because his dumb pride gets the better of him and he sees the act of having to depend on someone else simply embarrassing.

Even when he can no longer hold up his composure anymore.

I'm talking skin pale, puffy red eyebags, flushing red face, snappy attitude (yes more than usual), pointy teeth out etc..

He might only actually only really crack out of jealousy or If you go to him directly and present yourself to him.

both of these situations will end up with you pinned to whatever surface he can reach.

At this point he doesn't care

He's gonna let loose to the point you have to really pull on his hair to stop sucking too much blood out of you

It's painful, the way his sharp fangs are practically carving into your veins (but who are we kidding? U scaranation mfs will like anything when it comea to this man)

When he's finished devouring you, he'll place your arms over his shoulders and drag you back to his room where he will treat your bite wounds in silence.

However if you're lucky enough, you might hear the smallest utter of an apology come from the balladeers lips.

"I'm afraid I couldn't hold myself back any longer....forgive me?"

#scaramouche #dottore #childe #tartaglia #dottore x reader #vampire x reader #childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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liquidluckandstuff · 4 months

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Harry having an eating disorder. All from Dursley abuse

He feels extremely uncomfortable eating in front of other people and only takes a bite when he thinks other people aren't looking.

Hides food in his pockets even after being there for months because he is so used to not knowing when he is going to be fed next.

Binging every now and again because he feels safe enough to eat and doesn't know when that will happen again but ends up throwing it all up later because he feels so guilty about wasting food on himself.

He loves that Mrs. Weasley wants to feed him, but hates how much pressure she puts onto him to eat.

Harry finds quiet hidden places in the castle to sit on the floor and snack on something he took from the Great Hall just so he can feel comfortable. He particularly likes cupboards

Shall I add in some Voldemort stuff too?

Harry has visions of Voldemort when he is feeling too strong of an emotion, but Voldemort has visions of Harry when he is just too hungry.

Harry got better about his problem, but after the graveyard its worse than ever.

Voldemort doesn't understand why Harry would do something like this to himself until Harry is sitting in the great hall and is afraid to eat a sandwich. It's not even just that. The boy can't sit at a table and take a bite at the same time. His mind is rejecting the thought.

He watches Harry take small bites in corridors or hiding in his bed. He watches as Harry gets thinner and thinner and has to glamor himself to hide how bad it's become.

He watches as Harry faints in the hallways after a detention with Umbridge because blood loss + no food = bad times.

It makes it all to easy to kidnap Harry. A starving mind is not in the right spot to defend itself.

He doesn't even want to kill Harry anymore. Not with as weak as he has become. It becomes more of an experiment.

He provides Harry with food and space.

one time he offered Harry lunch and of course Harry refused for every reason. Until Voldemort made them both a plate, vanished the chairs, and then crawled under the table to eat in silence. Harry thought it was ridiculous until suddenly the plate of food didn't look so intimidating and he was able to take a few bites.

Voldemort sees him hiding food, and offers him a snack or two every time he sees him even if they only separated for an hour.

He doesn't comment on Harry's appearance, and hides every mirror so Harry doesn't have to agonize over the way he looks everyone is always so obsessed with how he looks (just like your father except your eyes ) (he's so thin! Harry why dont' you grab an extra plate) (have you seen that scar?)

Slowly, Harry starts feeling more secure and joins others at the dinner table, although he still loves sitting on the floor with Voldemort in their own private time

and yeah sure Harry finds it really really hard to betray the man who sits with him and makes him breakfast just the way he likes it because he'd never had an option to try things like that before it's always just been decided for him

and then Harry's studies become better because now he can eat and has to make someone proud.

I can do this all fucking day

#Voldemort #Harry Potter #drabble #dadmort?!#evil dadmort?!

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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Could you do a astarion x Cleric reader? I haven't seen any and that's so upsetting since that's my main class

Oh, this one is definetely going to be interesting! I decided to make Tav Cleric of Latander coz this guy sounds like someone who can cause a lot of religious trauma (and he hates the undead which is unacceptable).

I decided not to separate SFW and NSFW parts so it starts like Cleric Angst and ends with smut.

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Headcanons

Astarion x Cleric of Latander!Tav TW: Religious trauma, sex in sacred places

You have been a devoted Cleric of Latander as long as you can remember.

Your family has served Latander, the Morninglord, for generations, devoting their lives to him.

Latander, the Morninglord, the greater and beautiful god of the rising sun.

You've always prayed as hard as everyone else.

But Latander just ignores you.

And you've always had this emptiness within - a hollow black void that you tried to fill with sacred words and rituals.

You have always hated yourself for not feeling anything.

And prayed even harder. Excruitiang yourself by the most extreme forms of worship.

One day you took a pilgrimage in a desperate hope of finding faith, but you found yourself in a much more grim place.

Above the Nautiloid with a tadpole in your brain.

But Latander is merciful, he won't let you and your friends suffer, right?

Right?

… As for Astarion, he lost his faith decades ago. Latander was probably the first one he stopped praying to because the Morninglord is the enemy of the undead.

But you suddenly find yourself in a religious crisis.

You don't really question why Latander with all his mercy didn't answer Astarion's prayers.

Astarion is undead, end of story.

But you've given an oath to stand between common folk and the undead! To curse them as your god orders!

And you are in love.

You are in love with the undead!

Maybe, it's a test? Maybe, Latander sent you Astarion to test your faith? To see if you can be tricked by the enemy?

What if Latander tests your kindness? You've been taught to help the weak and the miserable and gods know Astarion is both.

You spend a lot of sleepless nights.

Astarion teases you - he talks about every dubious thing Latander has even been guilty in.

You get angry with his remarks. Astarion is free to believe in everything he wants but you are a Cleric, like many generations of your family before you. You don't want to participate in these discussuons.

And Astarion suddenly feels less radical about Latander.

Well, he did pray for him once. What if… What if he heard him?

What if the saviour Astarion begged for is you?

You were sent to Astarion. A messenger of the god.

You came. And what a story - the god who is the enemy of death and the undead, showed mercy to a vampire?

Once Astarion asks you to tell him as much as possible about your faith.

He doesn't mock you (maybe, a bit). He doesn't make jokes. He listens.

You teach Astarion how to pray, and how to do certain rituals. And he starts praying with you.

Mostly, because it makes you happy.

And, maybe, because he suddenly found a piece of faith in himself.

But things get worse.

Your family rejects you.

Your congregation ostracizes you.

You are given a choice. To break up with the vampire or be doomed

And what is worse...

Your abilities are gone. Latander turns away from you.

Of course, you won't leave Astarion, you love him. And love is stronger than your faith.

But it hurts. It scares. It represses.

Astarion is getting angrier with every day, seeing you praying and kneeling.

First of all, he doesn't want to share you with that handsome god of life.

Secondly, it reminds him of himself when he was tortured and beaten - praying and begging for a savior.

No one listens to you - and if the god doesn't want to answer, why keep asking?

You decide to visit the old temple of Latander deep in the Western Heartlands, ancient and beautiful.

There is a huge statue of the Morninglord in all his eternal beauty.

You kneel and start praying, your voice hoarse, your face wet with tears.

Astarion's undead heart aches with pain when he looks at you.

Then he casts a gaze on the statue.

And he finally has enough.

He shuts your mouth with his strong hand and looks at your teary eyes.

"You want a god? You can pray to me, then. And I vow, I will answer every prayer!"

With these words he pushes you onto the floor of the temple, stripping you of your Cleric clothes and tearing off the symbols of the faith.

You try to stop Astarion - having sex in the temple is a sin.

But he shuts your mouth with kisses while caressing your body.

He drinks your blood, spilling it onto the altar.

You suck Astarion's cock and lick every drop of his cum.

Then he pushes you on your back, puts your legs onto his shoulder, and fucks you with all the predatory passion he has.

And he does it under such an angle that if Latander truly can see something through the eyes of the statue he sees his cleric being railed by an undead creature in every detail.

"Pray to me!" Astarion groans. "Pray to me like you did to that shitty god!"

And you obey. Your voice echoes through the temple, desecrating it with this sinful act of passion.

When you wake many hours later all covered in blood, cum, and sweat, you cast a glance to the statue and realize that whatever faith you had, it's gone. You don't need it.

You burn everything that connected you to your old life. Astarion suggests burning the temple as well, but you talk him out of it.

But you gladly join him when he decides to ravage through the temple looking for loot and gold.

You are no longer a Cleric. And you will have to decide who else you might be.

And Astarion will gladly assist you in that journey.

Tag list

@tragedybunny @caitlincat-95 @tallymonster @astarionsbeloved @lumienyx @fayeriess @elora-the-slutty-songstress @veillsar @astarion-imagine-archive @micropoe10 @starlight-ipomoea @herstxrgirl @theearthsfinalconfession @ashrio20 @not-so-lost-after-all @vixstarria @wintersire @marcynomercy @tugoslovenka

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 months

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Time for skeleton to start fathering??lol

Chosen Skeleton and S/O has a moody teenage kid. One day, teenager and skeleton had a big argument (teenage kid was forbidden to go to a party) . Teenage kid lost the argument and said " I wish you weren't my father" and locked themselves in their own bedroom.

Undertale Sans - Well, that hurts. Sans is a pretty chilled dad usually so he immediately feels guilty. Family is all for him, and he's really upset about how it turned. He'll wait an hour to calm down before going in to talk it out with his child. He doesn't want to stay mad with the kid for too long.

Undertale Papyrus - He gasps loudly. The audacity! He doesn't take it too much at heart though, he knows how it is. He said things way worse to Sans during his own teenage edgy years. He simply waits for the kid to get out to confront them about this and talk it out.

Underswap Sans - Well, he was already upset but now he's mad. Does the kid think it's easy to be a parent? Of course, he's not the best dad ever, he knows this, but that doesn't give the right to the child to talk to him like that. He decides to lock himself in his own room and calls his brother. He's not ok, he needs someone to comfort him.

Underswap Papyrus - He's disappointed, but he won't change his mind. Sometimes children have to learn how it works. They have school tomorrow, no party. He still gets anxious when after an hour, the kid is still pouting in his room, refusing to talk to him. He's going in a little after to talk about it.

Underfell Sans - Welp. That's it. He's the worst dad ever. He walks to his bed, flops in it and just stays there, face buried in his pillow. His kid won't ever want to see him again, he fucked up good. Why did he accept to be a father again? He's no father, he's so bad at it. Edge screams to him to stop being dramatic from the kitchen and actually do something to fix it. Maybe a little later, when he'll stop feeling like a complete failure.

Underfell Papyrus - He blocks the door with his foot so the kid can't close it and he forces his way inside their room. Oh no you don't, you're going to listen to him lecturing you whether you want it or not. He's not forbidding you to go for nothing and you will listen to what he has to say. He was a moody teenager as well, he knows quite well how it works and he's not buying it.

Horrortale Sans - Ah... Well, that happened. Oak is not sure what to do about it honestly. He's not too touched by the kid's words, that's clearly just their anger speaking, but still... He doesn't like that. He starts pacing in the living room, angry at himself and the child, until Willow comes home and talks to him. Willow has always a good advice for him, and eventually, Oak calms down and simply waits for the kid to come to him to apologize.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's hurt, but he won't let this deter him from his decision. The kid is not going to the party, and by the way, they're not going anywhere before they apologize to him. It's not ok to say things like that, and they will learn it the hard way. He's agitated for the rest of the day, upset.

Swapfell Sans - Ah, he didn't miss that. Rus made him pay a lot when he was a teenager, and he was not in a hurry to experience this again with his own child. He doesn't take it personally, he knows teenagers can be harsh sometimes. But that's ok, he can be harsher. The kid just won a free week of dishes to think about their behavior.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus gets immediately upset about it. He hates this situation. He doesn't want to live his own teenagehood again, it almost broke up his relationship with his brother. So he gives up. He tells the kid they can go to their party. He doesn't want the kid to be mad at him, he's too traumatized by the time he almost lost his brother because of his rebellious side. He knows he's wrong and that the kid will definitely take advantage of that but... He doesn't see any other choice.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't even blink. That's fine. He is used to temper tantrums, he was training the new soldiers in the Royal Guard. He knows they all come back eventually. He's not too worried about it. He knows he's not exactly a fathering figure, but he didn't choose to have the kid (since Wine doesn't want children of his own, but accepts if S/O already have kids), it came as a package with his S/O. So deal with it lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Fine! If that's how it is, then he can play too. He's not saying a word to his kid before they apologized to him. He knows it's totally puerile but it hurt him more than he thought and he doesn't feel like he deserves it. He's pouting as well and he will until his child comes to him.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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impyssadobsessions · 5 months

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Harry takes in stray kids

I've been on a harry potter kick... as y'all may have seen >>' HPMA has lit that fire again.. plus stress of work making writing hard so I've felt guilty looking at dpxdc content right now. ANYWHOO I has a funny idea. It is drarry. Harry and Draco have an established relationship already. (Non epilogue compliant.) Draco at home enjoying his book, already upset as time has come for Harry to disappear for months on in as he is now the DADA professor. Its still summer but Harry is doing some work before school to give muggleborn kids their letters and explain the magical world. So imagine Draco's utter shock when Harry comes home with a kid. "First day on the job and you kidnapped a child?!" "I did not kidnap a child." two more pop out from behind the oldest one. "Three of them?! THREE OF THEM? POTTER!" (Harry becomes potter whenever Draco stressing out/mad)

So Harry ended up walking in on an abusive household and may have let his temper flare. Inflated the parent and took the kids with him. To protect them... only to realize immediately how much he fucked up. Draco stressing out because of what could happen. Harry lost what to do but doesn't want to let the kids go back to that kind of home. Draco ends up shoving Harry into the fireplace and forcing him to floo over to Hermione to hurry up and fix this with the ministry before it spreads into a bigger problem. Then Draco takes himself and the children to Molly to help keep the authorities away until Harry can get things settled, and to help learn how to take care of three children.. Stressing out because he never had to care for someone other then himself and lately harry. Imagine one is a toddler, the middle child is a girl who thinks all these witches and wizards are going to save them. (Which they are trying but its a lot harder then waving a wand) And then the eldest who has serious trust issues and trying to get their siblings and leave before they're forced into worse situation. The oldest claiming constantly that they can take care of his siblings. They don't need adult help, which Draco makes perfect come backs for. Anyway I think it'd be a cute and kind of funny situation though stressful. Because I imagine Draco is worried. If they were all magical then there wouldn't be a problem. But they only know one is. And so muggle authorities have to be involved too. Draco also doesn't want to get attach to the kids despite already carrying the toddler on his hip and baking biscuits with the girl before he even known them for 24 hrs. He knows that only Harry has a chance to gain custody. (and is 100% certain that is his goal, damn his savior complex) He's not even sure he would be allowed to be near them again after all said in done, just because of the stupid mark on his arm. Oh he prays Potter hurry up and mirror him. He hates not knowing. And the kids desperately needed some light in their life. Thank goodness for the Molly or Draco feels like he be drowning. Also imagine Draco hitting Harry with a wash cloth repeatedly, when he talking about the absurd situation Harry got them in. (like just a funny gag.. using it to shoo him into action)

#draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #drarry #found family #prompt #fanfic idea #anyone can run with the idea btw #just think it be cute #parent draco #molly weasley

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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what about cutting Joel’s hair? it got super long and it was starting to piss him off (he hates when it goes over his ears too much) - but last time he cut it himself it was chopped to hell. so you offer to help??

I love these little concepts... 😫😫😫

Joel's been grumbling about it for a while. Though doesn't strike me as a man who complains about it much or even care but then again as he likes you and with Ellie starting to tease Joel that he reminds her of the human species from the ice age, he has gotten almost self-conscious about it. And it's the first time Joel thinks about the fact that he hates his longer hair, that it genuinely doesn't suit him.

So he locks himself in the bathroom. Shuffling through your stuff to find some scissors. Joel hesitates but then just goes for it. Cause its hair, like how hard can it be? Well, jokes on him. Cause the piece he cuts off is now sprung up awkwardly and panic rushes through his body. Joel feels like a kid who had acted on his intrusive thoughts and now he got himself in this pickle. Cursing under his breath Joel tries to fix it but it only gets worse. He's honestly a step from cutting all of his hair off when he hears a light knock followed by your voice.

"You good? I heard you cursing", you mumble and Joel is both relieved and scared. Relieved because well you definitely could fix this but scared because he has to let you in and show you what he has done and as a male over fifty well it's embarrassing to him. But Joel opposes the door, waiting for you to start laughing but instead he hears you gasp as your fingers move to his hair.

"What have you done?", you pull at the end gently, looking over the crooked cut Joel has given himself, "All the curls too... Miller you are in some serious trouble". You take the scissors from him, pulling him into the kitchen so you could attempt to fix it. "It was way too long", Joel blurs out almost feeling guilty, "You should have come to me", "I'm sure you have better things to do", you crock your head to the side, giving Joel an annoyed look, "I always have time for you. Now don't you move until I'm done".

The feeling of your fingers running through Joel's hair is heavenly. Now he feels silly that he denied himself a moment with you like this. He sees bits of his hair falling to the floor as you walk around, humming to yourself quietly. "Have I told you how much I love your hair?", you ask so casually and Joel's heart nearly laps out of his chest, "No..?!", he mutters, "It's so thick and the salt and pepper look...". Now that's another thing Joel is so insecure about as well. The grey hair that had sprouted. All this time he thought it was so unattractive but here you were telling him the opposite thing. Joel's silence makes you giggle. You know he's awful when it comes to receiving compliments. But then it's so fun seeing him squirm. Plus he deserves to know how seriously attractive he is.

"Okay, take a look for me", you hand Joel a little mirror, "I can make the sides even shorter if you want or...", "No, it's perfect", and it is. Joel hasn't had a haircut this good since before the outbreak. Shit, he doesn't remember the last time anyone but him tended his hair. And it suited him. It felt like you had ripped off a layer of the past with whatever you had just done. Joel turns to you quickly, "Thank you, this..", but you cup his cheek softly, loving the feeling of his prickly beard on your palm, "It was my pleasure, handsome". You look at each other for a while and it almost feels like this might lead to something more but quickly clear your throat, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks, "Just don't run around town breaking hearts now", you tease, moving to clean the mess on the floor, "Why would I want someone else when I have you?"

#bubble with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us x reader

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cosmic-d1ce · 6 months

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FML again

Pac realised he really isn't a good person.

"Do you ever... want to tell someone something but can't?" Pac asks, looking to the stars with a distant expression. He doesn't seem all there tonight, something has been bothering him. Fit can tell.

"Not really. Why?"

"I just... I wanna tell you something but I know that if I do, everything will get worse." Pac's eyes drift from the sky and over to the side, away from Fit.

They've been sat together for some time. It's something they like to do sometimes, to relax. Together. It's nice. It's always calm, just the two of them, usually at night. A single lantern shared between the pair. Foolish called it romantic.

"How so?" Fit prompts, watching Pac's expression carefully.

"It's... hard to explain." Pac hesitates before he continues. "I know this is something you want to know. It's something you deserve to know. I just know I can't tell you."

Fit hums. "Sounds complicated."

"It is." Pac huffs. "It's so... awful. I hate it. I can't do anything about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I think I could have. A while ago. It's too late now." Pac's voice trembles slightly. "We laughed when we found out. Our friend was being hurt and all we did was laugh. We could have done something but didn't because it just... didn't matter to us."

Fit can't quite figure out what Pac is talking about. "What?"

"We got told that something awful was happening and we all laughed. Me, Mike, Cellbit, Felps- and Forever! We- we all laughed about it." Pac reiterates. "We watched someone be mentally and physically destroyed and laughed about it! We did nothing because we didn't care."

Fit grows more concerned with every word. "This... sounds really serious, Pac." he says, unable to keep the nervous tremble out of his voice.

"It is! It really is but I can't... we can't do anything." Pac cards his fingers through his hair, making it messy.

"Why not?"

"I told you. Everything will get worse. People will be hurt, you might get hurt, I might get hurt! I don't want that!" Pac raises his voice and finally turns to look Fit in the eye as he finishes. His eyes shine with unshed tears.

"Pac-"

"I just want to protect the people I love." His voice is quiet again as he pulls his knees up to his chest. "I feel so guilty. Sometimes, I feel like I'm no better than the people we're fighting. Y'know, at least the Federation look for their kidnapped workers. They don't laugh when one of them gets hurt. They do something about it."

Fit hesitates. "That's... Only partly true. You're a great person Pac, you have nothing to worry about..."

"I'm not. I've changed a lot since being here and I just... I was... I am an awful person, Fit. For what I've done to him... Even if I haven't directly hurt him, I let it happen. I watched his life be destroyed and laughed about it!"

Fit can't help but wonder what he's talking about. It could be a lot of things. It could be something from before the island. Fit really has no way to know. He wonders, though, what it could be if it was recent. What could it be? Who could he be talking about?

It takes a while for it to click. It takes a few days before Fit makes the connection between what Pac told him and Phil.

When he comes into Cellbit's castle to talk to Pac and sees him with both Cellbit and Phil, everything seems to make sense again.

"Pac... Can I talk to you?" Fit asks, after a cautious apology for barging in unannounced.

Cellbit and Pac share a quick glance.

"We'll be okay, I think...? Cellbit gives Phil a questioning look, silently asking for confirmation. When Phil nods, Cellbit looks back to Pac, "You can go."

Fit takes a second to take in what he's seeing. Something is wrong with Phil. His leg. There's a golden apple, bandages and a potion next to him on the bench. Cellbit and Pac seem to be tending to whatever wound he's gotten. Fit is still somewhat angry with Phil, he never got over what he did. It still hurts. Still, he feels bad. A part of him wants to go over and help, the part of him that worries that what Pac said was about Phil. The rest of him feels too bitter.

"Warp over to mine?" Fit suggets, pulling out his warp stone.

Pac nods as he takes his from his pocket. They warp and Fit can't wait more than a few seconds before he speaks.

"Pac. The other day. Were... were you talking about Phil?"

His companion is taken aback for a moment too long. "I-I can't tell you... I'm sorry."

Fit isn't sure if he should take that as confirmation or not. He's worried. Unbelievably so. Pac seems so sad, so upset and worried and scared and Fit can't stand to see it. He's worried about Pac and he's worried about Phil. Despite everything, he's worried about the stupid bastard. This was the only thing that could make him stop worrying but it's only made it worse.

"I want to tell you, Fit. I do, I really do. I know it would make you feel better if I could but I can't. Please, understand."

"I do. I get it. I'm just... worried. I'm so worried. About you and Phil."

Pac is surprised, "I thought you hated him?"

"No... I was just angry. I'm still angry but he was my friend and I do care. If you were talking about him... I don't think I'd ever forgive myself..." Fit feels his heart sink at the thought of it.

"You should. It's not your fault." Pac doesn't hesitate for even a moment before he responds.

Fit is almost certain he knows what that means.

He was right.

#qsmp #forever my love au #philever #forphil #qsmp pac #qsmp fit #hideduo #tw abuse mention #tw abuse #qsmp fic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp au

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year

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From your socially awkward Dewdrop post:

“he's overwhelmed and trying not to have a breakdown in the kitchen at 7am”.

… what if he did have a breakdown in the kitchen at 7am? What if he’s trying to keep it together as his bandmates are talking loudly/shouting in the background and he just can’t. What if the ghouls suddenly sees their aloof and stoic ghoulfriend having a breakdown at the kitchen counter?

I have had many thoughts on this.

I'm imagining it being, like, the first time it actually happens in front of them all like that, because he can usually just walk off somewhere or distract himself.

But, like, this time he's stuck in the back corner of the kitchen.

He's boxed in by the coffee machine and he just.

He can't get out, and, like, normally that would be fine, but it's suffocating.

He's not awake enough to really process the world around him yet, and he doesn't feel good.

He can't even get to the sink to get a glass of water, because someone is blocking it, and he could ask them to move, but then he has to actually talk and then they might realize he's not looking too good and ask too many questions and honestly?

He feels like that would be so much worse than just standing around and suffering like this.

But it's... it's nauseating just standing there, and Sunny, fuck he loves her, but she hasn't stopped talking in almost ten minutes now and Swiss is chattering right along with her, and whatever Rain is cooking smells off on an empty, churning stomach and he just...

He can't.

He's at his limit, and if he can't get out-

Thinking too hard is making his heart rate jump, and that's making him feel too warm, being too warm is making his stomach feel worse, and, fuck it's too much all at once and he...

"Dew?"

"Dew are you okay?"

"Is he... is he crying?"

He's so pathetic.

Aether tries to reach out, touch his shoulder and he can't.

The feeling of his warm palm sitting there makes him flinch, overloads his senses and he wants-

"Move."

"Dew-"

"Let me out!"

"Dew, it's-"

"Just get out of the way! Just fucking move, okay?!"

The kitchen goes quiet.

Awkward shuffling, bodies pressed together to make room for him to pass by.

And, fuck, does that feel so upsetting in and of itself.

He starts shaking just trying to put one foot in front of the other.

And when he finally gets out of the room, he just wobbles his way out of there until he's somewhere out of sight and can curl up on the floor.

Stomach turning.

His hands feel cold, but his head feels hot, and he's stuck between trying to warm himself and needing to cool down.

The world is spinning and closing his eyes both makes him feel better and infinitely more awful as he just...

Tries to exist.

And when he starts to come down from the rush of it all, he just feels guilty.

Feels bad for yelling.

Starts thinking about how the others are probably saying shit, like how he's being a real brat this morning, or calling him bitchy or something else and he just...

He hates it.

And somewhere between kneeling there, unable to do more than cry and worry, and self deprecate...

He tries to regain his indifference.

Push it all back down.

But he can't.

He can't do it this time.

"Dew?"

He breathes.

"Dewy bear... You okay?"

Cumulus.

"That's a silly question, huh. I know you're not... Can I touch you?"

Dew sniffles.

"Y-Yeahh..."

Cumulus rubs his back in soothing circles, scratching along his spine every now and then.

"It's a lot today, huh?"

Dew whimpers, "Mn..."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"...I dunno..."

"We can take it slow... You want a hug?"

Dew unfolds enough to wrap his arms around Cumulus, who lets him settle against her before moving to pet his hair.

"What set you off in the kitchen, gumdrop? Huh?"

Dew fiddles with a strand of Cumulus' hair, "...Loud."

"Louder than usual?"

"No... just... a lot."

Cumulus rocks him a bit.

"Anything else?"

"...Smells..."

"Mn, yeah, Rainy was making sausage." she hums, "Food's kinda hard in the morning when you're not awake yet, yeah?"

Dew nods.

"And the room was pretty full, so you couldn't get away from it, and it was noisy on top of all of that. Pretty overwhelming."

"Yeah..."

"How'd you sleep last night?"

Dew yawns.

"Off and on..."

Cumulus nods.

"Do you need to go back to bed? You think it'll help?"

Dew shakes his head, "Maybe... water?"

"Water? Okay. Yeah, we'll get you some water..." she says, "Do you want me to get it, or do you want me to stay here?"

"Stay here."

"Okay, okay... I'm gonna text Aeth, unless you would prefer someone else brings it?"

"...Don't wanna get lectured..."

"He knows better than to do that, but I'll personally kick his butt if he does, yeah?"

"Okay..."

#Lamp rambles #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #kinda #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

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ultralightpoe · 1 month

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Dear Reader - Tangerine

Authors Note : Sometimes I hate writing, sometimes I love writing. This past month? Writing has been my worst enemy

Word Count: 4463

Warnings: Cussing, semi smut (not really tho)

Requests: OPEN

Main Master list - - Midnights Event List

(Thank you for the gif @peachyspaceslvt )

x Enjoy! x

Dear reader

If it feels like a trap, you're already in one

Dear reader

Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run

Dear reader

Burn all the files, desert all your past lives

And if you don't recognize yourself

That means you did it right

He didn’t know why he was so mad, this was exactly what he told you to do. Had left exact instructions to do so the last time he talked to you, scrawled across that stupid fucking paper along with his heart, signed and ready to go.

It was meant to happen, he knew that. You did not belong in his world, he did not belong in your world. But the issue was he was obsessed with you, he couldn’t seem to let you go. He tried, over and over he tried to get you to run the other way. That was the best option for you, but he could never follow through with it.

You were his.

You were meant for him, he was sure of that. There was no other explanation.

He had met you at some pompous event, stalking someone he had been sent to kill before he saw you, dazzling and breathtaking. Hiding behind a pillar as you twisted your hair between your finger while people passed around you like you weren’t there which confused the shit out of him because how did you miss someone as gorgeous as you?

He stared until he caught your eye on accident, straightening his spine and cursing under his breath to concentrate as he walks away. He pretended that he had self control, he pretended like he wasn’t desperate to catch your eye once more. That pretend game lasted all but 5 minutes before he strutted over to you and introduced himself.

He ended up in your bed that night, and when you woke up in the morning he made you breakfast before dragging you back to bed. Little did you know that in between he had snuck out to go handle that client before he came back. And he was sure if you did that you would be gone in an instant. That was something he could not risk. He could not lose you.

So he kept his work life hidden from you. He claimed he was a marketing executive and had to travel to clients a lot. You never asked too many questions, just enough to know what he was like. He felt guilty lying to you, but he had to keep you.

Until the lives he worked so hard to keep separate ended up crashing into each other, and your life had been put on the line. He was forced to let you go, something he never wanted to do.

Even worse he had to strip himself from your life completely, make it look like he was never there.

His plan started with breaking you unfortunately.

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

(You should find another)

He had spent the last hour cleaning your apartment of everything, his shirt, his photos, his cologne. Anything connected to him was taken and torched, leaving a hole in his chest that he was sure would never heal. Watching the flames engulf his memories with you, smiles catching fire before a moment of panic clings to him and he reaches to snatch one of the last photos out before it can burn, blowing on it quickly to stop the flames before slapping a hand over it to stop it from burning completely.

He was stupid, shoving it in the pocket of his suit vest, his chest aching as his hands shake before your ringtone sounds out, pulling him from his thoughts.

A smile pulls at his lips when he reads the newest name you had turned your contact info into on his phone.

‘D*** sucking queen is calling…’

Rolling his eyes at you as his thumb swipes across the screen to answer, hearing music blast in the background as he answers. “Lovey?”

“Baby! Where are you?” You ask, and the sound of your voice makes his guilt heighten as he debates this plan. It’s not worth it, he would find a way to protect you, he could- no. Your life would not be put at risk over this.

He loved you, and Lemon said that if you love something then let it go.

“I’m at home, what can I do for you gorgeous?” Ask me anything, I’d give you anything you need or want. Just ask me.

“You promised me you’d be here at 10.” You mumble through the phone and he can’t fight the smile at the tone. “Where are you?”

“I….” He gets ready to say something flirty and promise to be on his way over; but that he knows what he has to do.

“I can’t make it tonight.” He huffs, trying to ignore the pain in his chest. If this was to be done he needed to do it right, he needed to make sure you wanted him out of your life enough to make it work. “Why the fuck you calling me so late anyways? Spamming me all fucking day.”

“What?” You laugh, not catching his tone quite yet. “I texted you twice.”

“You gotta stop being a clingy bitch, ye? I’ve met dogs that whine less than you..” he growls, his hand sliding up his vest to feel and make sure your photo together is still there as he begins to march away from the fire left. “Nothing but a spoiled fucking cunt.”

“I’m sorry?! What the fuck is with the attitude?” You snap, and he knows his plan is working, the pain in his chest heightening. “I don’t know what’s going on but speaking to me like that isn’t okay-“

“Get a fucking life and stop pestering me yeah?” He snaps, ignoring the tears in his eyes. “Quit fucking bothering me you ugly cunt.”

Please don’t believe me, please don’t leave me. I don’t mean this. I never would.

“Go to hell.” You snap, your voice tight and pained, the beep of the call ending filling his ears.

He is left in the silence of his walk home, trying not to let it get to him.

Lemon is waiting there when he walks in, standing awkwardly while Tan glared.

“Did you do it?” He asks, looking upset for his brother.

“Yes. I fucking did, so get packing will ya?!” He snaps out, snatching the warning threat they received earlier and storming to pack.

They had to leave before they were killed. And any trace to you had been wiped clean.

Dear reader

Bend when you can, snap when you have to

Dear reader

You don't have to answer, just 'cause they asked you

(You should find another)

Dear reader

The greatest of luxuries is your secrets

Dear reader

When you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss

He could kill the fucker touching you with his bare hands, convince him to go to the alley the next time you go for a round of drinks and by the time you got back the tool would already be taken care of. He imagines taking his place, sitting in the chair smugly as you come back. He would say something brave and flirty, you would run back into his arms and then he would drag you to the very alley he killed your date in and claim you as his once more.

He had an entire plan.

But it was just a dream, because he wasn’t even supposed to be here. If anyone came searching for him he had to make sure there was no trace leading back to you. But he couldn’t stay away.

Which is why he is here, sitting in the corner of an overpacked bar and watching you on your first date with some random bloke, just making sure you’re okay. He could do that at least.

But what the fuck was this guy thinking? Bringing you to this cheap and nasty place for a date? You deserved better than this. You deserved the world on a silver platter.

And Tangerine should have been allowed to give you it.

Anger takes control and he finds himself gripping his pint glass a little tighter, grinding his teeth down while watching the bar in front of him. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he finally lets the glass go to grab it, sighing when he sees his brothers name on the screen. He ignores it, not really wanting to hear his stupid safety lecture right now.

‘You know you shouldn't be near her blah blah blah. You are risking her, blah blah blah. I want you on the next flight out here for your own good. Blah blah blah.’ He could never get out of those bloody fucking lectures lately. ‘You’re a thomas. I know it brother. You just have to act like it.’

It rings again, making him roll his eyes before swiping and answering. “What the fuck do you want?” “Will you be home for dinner?” His brother starts, his tone already telling Tangerine that he knows everything.

“No. I’ll call you later, Lem-”

“Please tell me you are not where I think you are.” He huffs through the phone, the distinct sound of Thomas the train in the back of the call.

“Are you watching that fucking christmas episode again mate?!” He snaps out, watching the server cast him a nervous glance before he nods his head in apology and covers the mouth piece. “I apologize. Didn’t mean to cuss in front of a lady.”

She blushes, walking past with a dazed out smile on her face. He smiles back right as Lemon finishes up his safety speech. “Just come home Tan, before something happens to her. Okay. You’d be torn if anything happened to her. I know it.”

“I know.” Tan grits out, closing his eyes for a moment. “I just needed to see her….”

“I know, mate.” He hates the pity in his brother's voice. It makes him want to bust someone's face in. He is looking around for a target when his eyes drift back to your table, right as you slap your date's hand off your knee, moving to stand quickly.

When he sees your date snatch your wrist he stands himself, ready to pummel him in when you snatch your glass and throw it in his face. A wave of pride fills him, watching you stomp out as people clap and cheer while he tries to calm himself down.

He pays his tab, having already hung up on his brother, before he heads to follow your date out and keeps himself a little hidden. When your date heads close to the alley Tangerine can’t help the smug smile that spreads across his face as he follows.

Even if he couldn’t be near you he could still protect you.

And he would. No. Matter. What.

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

In a moment of weakness he writes the letter, scribbling quickly as he writes a warning. He knew better. He did.

But how could he not.

How could he not confess his love, writing how he wishes he was still there. He writes what to do if anyone asks for him, deny deny deny. And…. He drunkenly tells the truth.

He admits to his career and the threat.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s already been sent out, and in his hungover daze he can’t help but yell out, smacking himself harshly as Lemon comes shuffling out of his own room.

“What’s happened?” He asks, blinking slowly at his brother as Tangerine sneers.

“I made a mistake.” He snaps, anxiety gripping at his chest. “I…. She’s gonna know everything now.”

“Everything? Everything everything?” He asks, shock claiming his face as both brothers stare at each other. Before either of them knew it a screaming match would ensue.

So I wander through these nights

I prefer hiding in plain sight

My fourth drink in my hand

These desperate prayers of a cursed man

Spilling out to you for free

But darling, darling, please

You wouldn't take my word for it

If you knew who was talking

He promises himself that he’ll go home once he is sure you made it inside safe and comfortable. Once he is sure you’re okay then he could feel better about leaving you. So he trails you, keeping an ear out for any threats as he stays far enough behind to keep you within sight but not dangerous enough.

He knows the walk to your apartment like the back of his hand, could walk it blindfolded if he really needed to. And he would, just to make sure you’re okay he would do anything.

But he is shocked when you make an unexpected turn, his body tightening up when he realizes you had turned into an unknown ally.

“Fuckin hell….” He mutters under his breath, speeding up his steps to catch up, when he turns the corner to the ally he has no clue what to do when he sees you there, standing in all your glory with your arms crossed and your hip jutted out.

He’s busted, you’re staring at him and he is racking his brain to try and find a way out of this.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know I was being followed home?” You laugh, but it’s not your normal happy laugh, rather your sarcastic angry one. “I dated you for 2 years. How many times did you lecture me over and over on safety when walking home?”

A snort falls from his lips as he thinks back to earlier in the night when he was upset at Lemon for doing the very same thing. How could he be angry when he so often did it himself?

“Oh come on.” You huff, fixing your hair as you take a step closer. “Let’s hear it. Get into the speech. ‘Where’s your protection? Can you fight in that outfit? Fucks sake, angel, this is unsafe.’ Just get on with it.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” He whispers out, watching you get closer and closer. “This is unsafe for both of us.”

“And yet you’re here.” You smile, one step away from him. You’re so close he can smell your perfume, breathing in deep as his hands itch to reach out and touch you. He’s done for the second your hand finds itself messing with the lapel of his blazer, pulling the fabric between your fingers softly as your eyes trail over him softly.

“I got a letter awhile back.” You whisper, taking that last step to him, so you were chest to chest.

“It was a mistake.” He whispers back, but his forehead presses to your cheek anyways, his lips trailing your jaw.

“I could tell when you misspelled your name.” You huff a laugh. “How long have you been following me?”

“I never stopped.” He admits, losing the fight of control when his fingers fly up to the hem of your skirt, tracing softly along the flesh of your thigh.

“Tell me everything.” You request, right as he places an actual kiss to your jaw that makes your breath catch, a wave of pride crossing him at the sound.

“I can’t.”

“Tangerine.” You snap, hands fisting in his jacket. “Please.”

“This is not a good idea.” He huffs out once more, his own hands gripping the fabric at your dress tightly.

“Fine. If it’s not a good idea then I’ll just go find someone for a fun time.” You laugh, immediately letting go of him and taking a step back which forces a deep growl to pass from his lips before he can stop it, his hands still gripped in the fabric of your outfit. “Nuh uh. Hands off. I’m gonna go find my man from earlier tonight.”

You try to push his hands away and walk past him, but his arm shoots out to snatch you, pressing your bodies together, pushing you both until you're pressed into the wall of the alley. He slips his blazer off, moving it smoothly until it’s around your shoulders and blocking you from the wall, laughing lightly when you struggle to slip your arms through but with his help you manage it and your fingers hook through the chain around his neck and pull him in to kiss you.

He can’t resist, he’s tired of resisting.

If you knew where I was walking

To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there

Where I pace in my pen and

My friends found friends who care

No one sees when you lose

When you're playing solitaire

Are you okay?” Someone asks, pulling your attention away from the letter you were holding in a shaky grip as they barge through your apartment, dresses and shoes covering every inch of your floor from the last few weeks of partying you had gone through.

“It’s nothing.” You mumble, rereading the confession over and over before folding it up, leaning closer to your fireplace and pulling a brick free, shoving the letter in the hiding spot and moving to follow them and get ready for the next party.

You think about the words, the handwriting scorching in your mind as you throw yourself in the thrill of the dance, letting the alcohol take over you.

You lose yourself for a moment, but a hand on your thigh pulls you back, heart hammering as fear overtakes you while you look around. It’s then that your gaze snags on the figure hidden off to the side, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he watches you intently, the fear vanishing into excitement as you snap your attention back to your surroundings and exit the dance floor.

But the second you look back he is already gone, and you wonder if it was just your imagination.

You should find another guiding light

Guiding light

But I shine so bright

You should find another guiding light

Guiding light

But I shine so bright

The kiss is deep and passionate, your head hits the brick of the wall as you moan through it, one of his hands traveling to twist in your hair and keep a cushion between your skull and the wall, pulling the hair close to your skill tightly to force another moan out from your lips.

He can’t help his response at the sound, biting down at your bottom lip aggressively before pulling back for air while you smile up at him with that dazed out look and victorious glint all in one.

“Don’t do that.” He snaps out, frustration clawing at him.

“Do what?”

“Give me those fucking looks that you know break me.” His voice is a harsh grunt, breath catching as you shake your head and press your hips further into his, hiking your leg up around his hip.

“Here’s the thing.” You smile, circling your hips at just the right angle that makes him bark out a curse and grip at your thigh hungrily. “You haven’t apologized.”

“For. What.” He snaps, eyes pulling closed as you laugh.

“For what you said that night.”

“I….. what?” He gasps, pressing his hips further into yours, before you shove him back.

“The night you left.” You snap, shoving his hard chest one more time to get him off of you. “The things you said the night you-“

“How am I supposed to remember what I said?” He huffs, flustered and lost, every thought falling to you in the short skirt. But he realizes his mistake a little too late, eyes sliding up to where you are glaring at him, tears in your eyes that make his chest constrict painfully.

“Wait. No.” He rushes out, hands gripping into fists when you shake your head and try to move past. “Do. Not. Walk. Away.”

“What? Like you did?” You laugh bitterly, swiping the tears away. “So let me get this straight. You get to run away, take every memory of us like it’s nothing without a reason. Say hurtful things and run like a coward. I don’t get the truth until you mail a letter, a fucking letter, written in a drunken stupor. And I’m what? Just supposed to accept it all?”

“No- I shouldn’t be here.”

“No. You shouldn’t. We already have that settled. So why are you here Tan?”

You should find another

Guiding light

But I shine so bright

You should find another

Before he can stop himself his hand shoots out to grab around your neck, his grip the perfect mix between rough and gentle. Stern but not hurtful.

“Because. You. Are. Mine.” He snaps out, pulling you close until your forehead is pressed to his. “But I’m not good for you and that tears me up inside.”

You scoff, slapping his hand away with ease and shrugging like nothing was wrong. “You’ve always been so… dramatic. Angry, dramatic. You go from one step and then try to dive down the stairs.”

“The fuck does that mean?” He snaps back, looking completely befuddled by your comment. The frustration grows when you slap his hands away from you, giving him an easy glare as you pass and begin to walk away. You fix your hair as you turn the corner, and he of course follows closely, his chest tight as he listens for any dangers near.

“You make decisions for me, always danger danger danger. Watch out for this angel, don’t walk so close to that angel.” You mock his accent, smiling at a cop you pass on the sidewalk which makes him angry the way the cop smiles back. Gritting his teeth together as he continues to follow you.

“That is not how I sound.” He growls.

“Angel, look here.” You continue to mock, pulling your best grumpy face. “If anyone bothers ya’ then you call me. You hear me? I’ll fuck em up good.”

“And I would! So-”

“How about this?” You interrupt, whirling quickly which makes him stop short as to not run into you. “You take some time to figure out what the fuck you want. None of this ‘I want ya’ but I can’t have ya’. Because I’m not trying to waste my time. So come and find me when you’re done playing games.”

“I’m not playing-”

“Goodbye.” You giggle, kissing the corner of his mouth which makes him chase your lips with his own, just barely missing you as you take a step back and walk off, waving down a cab easily. Before you hop in you turn to give him one last smile and wink. “Tell Lemon I said hello and that I miss him.”

Before he can step towards you the cab driver honks and you dash into the car quickly, leaving him behind.

You should find another

“You need to be on your best behavior.” You chide, keeping your hand tight on your own as you lead him through the crowded streets as he growls at people who bump into him. “My friends think you are some serial killer.”

He knows you’re joking and he knows your friends are joking as well, yet his spine tightens at your words as he tries to move you out of the way of the guy shoving through the crowd before he can hit you. What would you think if you actually knew the truth, he had only been dating you for a month but he refused to lose you.

“I will be on my best behavior… so long as Bethany keeps her trap shut. I’m tellin you right now angel, she is a bloody vex.”

“Why’s that?” You laugh, leaning into him in the way that makes his heart beat through his ribcage.

“She’s always such a cunt to ya. You think I don’t hear her comments while you are on the phone with her? Or see what she comments everytime you post? She’s a fuckin-”

“Be. Nice. To. Her.” You try to sound stern but you keep giggling through your words. “She told everyone that you say one off thing and she’s reporting you to the FBI.”

“For what? I haven’t done anything!” The lie is easy, making you laugh is easier.

“Just promise me you will be on your best.”

“Promise, Angel.”

He shouldn’t be here, he knew better than to be here at this moment but he couldn’t stop himself. He had gone back and forth, fighting himself over and over, for the past 2 weeks and no matter what side won there was only one clear answer. There was no him without you.

So he lifted his hand, rings glinting in the light of your apartment hallway as he knocked once, twice and three times. There was shuffling from the other side, and he knew you would be at the door soon so he straightened up his jacket and fixed his hair, swiping his fingers over his mustache right before you swung it open.

It takes two seconds before a sly smirk spreads across your face, leaning on the door frame as he clears his throat.

“I just-”

“You finally ready to admit you need me?” You tease, pushing out your chest a bit to tease him even further. “Or are you going to act like I’m safer without you?”

“You are.”

“Are not.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But I can’t live without you.” He admits, stepping into your bubble, so you are both chest to chest. “And I can admit that.”

“So you’re taking me with you?”

“Where I go, you go.�� He smiles, hand flying to the back of your neck and pulling you in for a heavy kiss.

“Hey, fuckin’ watch it.” He snaps to a random woman that passes, whipping back to you to make sure you’re fine. “Bloody hell, this is fuckin-”

“It was just some random girl that bumped into me, can you calm down?” You laugh, your fingers gripped into the sleeves of his tux as Lemon returns to you both with the drinks.

“We headin’ back to our seats before it starts?”

“Some old hag just nearly knocked Angel down!” Tan snaps out, as more people pass while you merely roll your eyes, not bothered in the slightest.

“It’s a concert! They are always packed, now let’s go!” You smile, snatching him close and kissing him quickly before turning to walk with Lemon back to the seats Tan had gotten you three for the concert.

He had no clue who this Taylor chick was, but if you two were happy then who could care?

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