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badh6bit · 4 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ dance with me, baby!

dazai as your boyfriend headcanons

content: fluff, dazai is head over heels in love, maybe ooc??, dazai calls you "dear", gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ dazai was definitely the first to fall, and how could he not?! everything about you was absolutely adorable to dazai; your sweet smile, eyes that shine beautifully under the sunlight and most of all, your amiable personality. he was absolutely smitten

: ̗̀➛ but despite being absolutely in love with you, he never found the right time to ever confess to you. until you eventually stepped up and decided to confess to him, how the tables turn

: ̗̀➛ when it comes to pda, dazai's the farthest thing from ashamed. doesn't matter where the hell you two are, dazai's clinging onto you like two magnets.

: ̗̀➛ he absolutely LOVES holding hands with you. the warmth that radiates from you two just make him so fuzzy on the inside, plus it lets everyone around you know that you two are a couple! most of the ada members (and chuuya) think that it's absolutely repulsive seeing dazai act like a puppy around you, but he doesn't really care! as long as you're fine with it, he'll continue to do so

"can you two just get a fucking room?!" chuuya snapped, a raging inferno lighting in his eyes as he watched dazai cuddle up with your arm. you giggled, feeling dazai's hair ruffling against your neck and cheek.

dazai smirked, "hmm? you jealous, chuuya~??"

: ̗̀➛ when you two go on dates, it's like one of those really cliche dates that you only see in fiction. movie dates, amusement parks, you name it!

: ̗̀➛ when it comes to gifts, it's nothing too extravagant from dazai. he really likes giving you flowers, the ones with pretty colors which smell amazing. when he gives them to you, he exaggerates everything and gets down on one knee as he holds the beautifully arranged bouquet in his hands, smirking. you laugh and take the bouquet from his hands before giving him a quick peck on the cheek

: ̗̀➛ constantly "jokes" about marrying you, everything you do is just absolutely perfect. you could literally be throwing out the trash and he'd still sigh dreamily, taking your hand and asking you for your hand in marriage

"you're beautiful as always, dear. ah! let's just get married already!"

: ̗̀➛ says that he misses you every. second. of. the. day. even if you're standing a few feet away from him, he'd still say it

"i miss them, kunikida." dazai sighed as he fidgeted with the black pen on the desk.

"they’re literally sitting across from you.."

author's note(s): i literally have no clue how couples act 🏃 idk if ill ever write bf headcanons for other characters again bc i have no idea how to properly write abt romance but enjoy dazai lovers

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #headcanons #fluff #dazai headcanons #dazai hcs #dazai x reader #writing

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manjiroia · 1 year

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ sano manjiro, haruchiyo sanzu, haitani ran + rindou, kakucho + hajime kokonoi, draken, hanma + NEW BOY TAIJU :DD

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ timeskip!characters , fluff , gn reader , trying something new and putting in SMUT (in detail, twitter links ;) afab reader) , minors- gtfo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ I come back and find out we hit a 1k milestone, so I made these. I apologise if some are OOC, I'm a little out of practice... but anyways, enjoy ♡

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 that keeps at least one arm around you at all times. he's gone through so much, he *needs* to make sure nothing happens to you too ✧ so many kisses... sometimes you need to stop him with your hand on his mouth ✧ ... please give him affection soon though.. we don't want him raging through a meeting cause he's touch starved :')

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 who always comes home with blood stains on his suits, looking for you to clean him up. smiling when you hassle and nag him for not taking enough care of himself, and just chuckles + gives you a headpat instead ✧ he has a hand on your ass EVERYWHERE... literally all the time ✧ it just looks so holdable and cupable, can you blame him?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 that never fails to give you a sweet good morning kiss when he wakes up, makes you breakfast in bed and before he leaves for work. he just loves showing his affection to you ✧ another man that needs to be touching you, it's like someting they all have in common ✧ definitely makes "jokes" about marrying you and knocking you up ✧ its not a joke, but he doesn't think you know that

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 that always gets the faintest blush on his cheeks when he makes the first move. whether its holding your hand or asking if you want to go out for dinner. he's just shy and anxious about your response :')) ✧ when you bring him his lunch cause he forgot?? mannnn ✧ expect him all blushy and shit in the office ✧ he always comes home with a new bouquet at night for you when it does happen, stuttering out a quiet "thanks" for bringing his lunch to work :')) ✧ so cute

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 who holds the hem of your shirt whenever the both of you have to go grocery shopping. the scar over his eye doesn't help with the stares he gets, only feeling his heart thud comfortably in his chest when you look up at him with a soft smile ✧ I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS - he loves headpats ✧ nuzzles into your palm and everything ✧ when he wants one but your not offering, he just bends his head down quietly and waits for you to pat him

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄.... this man, he's always buying you something new every week. he's subtly looking over your shoulder whenever your on a shopping website, making a mental note of it and buying it for you at the end on the week. ✧ .... *sigh* ✧ I hope you have a really big house, if not- it's fine. he'll just buy one and fill it with all the shit he's bought for you ✧ you really need to put your foot down though when it gets too much, like.... who needs 5 different cars for work?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 ONE TWO

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 ONE

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 ONE

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 ONE

this is just all 3 of them (seperately) and this

𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

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gatheringbones · 7 months

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[“Terry’s hair was long & thick, bleached blond, perhaps because she wanted to be a princess in a fairy tale instead of real. We wrote letters to one another, passionately declaring our eternal love, which the technicians stole. One night when she was sitting on my bed in the dorm after lights out, as I brushed her hair, they threw on the lights in a frenzy of disgust & separated us for being lesbians. We were too drugged and too frightened to do more than hold hands. The head nurse was a lesbian, who called Terry’s mother, who came the next day to take her home to her psychiatrist father, to whom she had not spoken in over four years. I was sent to the old women’s ward for punishment, where my job was to feed the bed-bound ladies, some of them in restraints all the time. The stench of urine & untreated cancer was overwhelming. I wrote long, intense letters to Terry, which I could not send, hiding them under my green plastic mattress. Terry’s stars are deep burgundy, & I bleed into the other colors when I mourn that we never made love.

Then Maggie was dragged onto our ward, in hot pink tights & purple smock, her teeth glittering with mischief Far from being depressed by the surroundings, she sang bawdy songs to the old ladies she fed, opening our misery with laughter. She was from a wealthy Marin family who sent her there to straighten her up & scare her into agreeing to marry the man they wanted to sell her off to, although they wouldn’t say it like that (she did). Somehow her wedding veil was among her belongings. She liked to wear it to the vast dining barrack because it annoyed the nurses so much. It was very beautiful, expensive lace which she trailed behind her like indifference. One day Maggie & I decided to get married. The guy who thought he was jesus was happy to perform our ceremony, held in the courtyard of our adjoining wards, surrounded by hundreds of old glass windows barred with iron grates. I wore Maggie’s veil & my Napa State Hospital white cardigan tied to make a train. We both carried huge bouquets of lilacs, which were blooming wildly in that hot, dry country. All our patient guests cheered & clapped so loudly that we couldn’t hear what jesus was saying. We only got to stroll down the sidewalk, showered with rice that Edith had filched from the kitchen where she was one of the cooks, before our union was rudely interrupted by burly male guards straining with anger in their white uniforms.

Everyone was locked down, some of us in solitary, & the bells went off for riot alert. Maggie’s poor veil was ripped apart by their feet & rage & arms. The head nurse (another lesbian) called Maggie’s mother that night, & before I had a chance to kiss her hello & goodbye, Maggie was driven away the next morning in her father’s limp-dick limo (her words again), as we ate our powdered eggs, silently depressed.

However, Maggie was a very sneaky & smart girl. She calmly arrived the following day in her VW bug (custom-painted purple, as are her stars) & said she had come back to collect her belongings, which no one had thought to pack up. Her mother, a master materialist (probably hoping for the veil), was very understanding. The hospital wanted to be accommodating in hope of future funds. So Maggie surprised me by returning to busily pack up not very much. We weren’t allowed to talk, & the nurses were watching us sharply until Ursula, understanding our need, threw her tennis shoe at the TV, screaming. Maggie palmed me a note to meet her by the lilac hedge behind the building, where she had conveniently parked. I left as though going to my new job at the dairy (cow shit apparently being a step up from human shit). The other women realized Ursula’s intentions & took off their keds, too. My last sight of that day room (where I had been declared incurably schizophrenic) was of flying sneakers, screaming technicians, breaking glass, & laughing patients—a really lovely melee. Because, of course, Maggie had returned to rescue me. We pulled out the backseat of her bug & I lay down across the battery. She laid a Mexican blanket over me, while I tried to project looking like a backseat. She piled her boxes, mostly empty, on top of me. The guards at the main gate were distracted by another call from the ward where the women who weren’t strapped down could not be contained. Maggie smiled, they gave her back her driver’s license, & off we went. On the other side of town, Maggie freed me from my seat charade & I tasted the wind in my hair for the first time in more than a year. She drove me to Big Sur, where I’d never been & they wouldn’t look for me (I had seven previous escapes, which is why I was on the violent ward so often, a curious juxtaposition—is freedom indeed violence, for lesbians?). In her trunk she had a sleeping bag, some food, money, & clothes that didn’t say Napa State on them for me. She dropped me near an overpass under which fellow fugitives of all kinds were camped, driving back to Marin, where perhaps she did escape marrying him. My belongings & three cartons of writing may still be in a dusty storage room at Napa. I guess I’m AWOL. Freedom’s worth the loss. If not for Maggie, I’d still be in the loony bin, incurable & terrified, not allowed to be a lesbian except with technicians. But I ripped that nurse out of the quilt.

Big Sur was rich with empty summer houses we raided for canned goods as a gang of teenage runaways, Vietnam War deserters, Rez escapees & drug dealers. We caught and roasted a wild pig. We hid out from the park rangers. We flirted with soldiers from the base for bags of potato chips, Hostess lemon pies, & chocolate bars. It was my theory we wouldn’t get scurvy if we ate the pies. We dropped acid & had orgies & stole into the mud baths at night. I was in a fog & detoxing from the nuthouse drugs, until one dusk when my eyes became diamond sharp at the sight of a thin young guy getting out of a hitchhiking ride at the convenience store near the campgrounds. He had black wavy hair cut in a DA falling forward over his face, wearing a leather motorcycle jacket that oozed sex. Our eyes caught across the parking lot & I fell in love like slamming into earth. I walked over, offering my open bag of BBQ pork rinds. Her reaching hand made me laugh & I blurted out, “I thought you were a guy.” She looked me up & down intensely, startled me by stroking my crotch with a quick secret movement, & growled, “Good.”]

chrystos, from cherry picker, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

#chrystos #lesbian literature #terra preta #cw abuse #mad pride

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 1 year

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Getting into an argument with Robb Stark and making up would include...

what and how you argue with robb most definitely depends on how long you've known him and what your status is

but the general theme would almost always be robb wanting to protect you and you thinking he's overreacting

like if you didn't know him that well and were of lower status, of course you would be much less likely to speak your mind

he was king of the north of course, from the stark family, there was protocol to follow

protocol being: keep your mouth shut and do as your told

but overtime as you became closer and more comfortable with him (or if you were childhood friends) you best believe this man would get an earfull

because yes this man is great in battle but my god can he make some daft decisions

the first time you raise your voice at him he literally takes a good 30 seconds to process it

it was after he'd run into a battle and attempted to sacrifice himself in his usual stark way

and he is so used to you being all sweet and gentle and now you're glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns

'well? do not just stand there and gawk at me! what do you have to say for yourself!'

'did you just call me a fool?'

'yes and do not make me repeat myself'

'i'm just more shocked at the use of the word 'fool' that's all'

'would you prefer fucking idiot then?'

after the shock finally seeps away he straightens up and fires straight back at you

because he is robb stark of winterfell and he will choose to do what he pleases when he pleases

and then he sees the way your tears well up and your voice cracks when you admit you can't bare to lose him

and he knows he should concede and apologise but he just can't do it

and by the time he realises his error you're out the door in tears and it's too late

you manage to avoid him for a good few weeks after that

which robb secretly finds quite impressive

until eventually he bribes one of your friends to tell him where you are

and when he finally corners you he can see you're preparing yourself for round 2

but the anger seeps from you immediately when he brings out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back

and a soft confession that he's completely in love with you doesn't hurt to achieve your forgiveness

and once you're together or married your fights are quite infrequent

there's the occasional squabble or lighthearted snapping if you're both grumpy

and you don't hesitate to tell him to pull his head in when you can tell he's jealous

which happens more often than you would think

'seven hells robb he didn't do anything!'

'i didn't like the way he looked at you'

'he was probably looking at the direwolf sitting at my lap'

robb has the tendency to pout too

which is not something most people would expect

if you know it was your fault, it doesn't take much to break him out of it

a pout of your bottom lip and the biggest baby eyes you can muster as you crawl onto his lap usually does the trick

because it is impossible for this man to stay mad at you for long

if he's done something stupid, like be jealous, some flowers or breakfast in bed is usually all it takes for your resolve to crumble

and he knows the second it does because you shake your head as a smile starts to spread across your lips

which makes him grin as he jumps on top of you and begins to pepper your face with kisses

'you're a fucking idiot robb stark'

'i know'

the big blow ups between you usually involve something to do with his family or whatever political war is going on

and they can get ugly because both of you have a temper and a damn strong will

like to the point the guards outside your chambers will exchange glances because your shouts are echoing through the castle

and it's always about one of you wanting to do something brave and stupid

but god can it lead to great angry sex

like bed breaking, cup and dish shattering when robb shoves everything off his desk type of good

and then the guards are glancing at eachother again because your growls and moans are bouncing off the walls

you both have learnt that sweating your rage out in this way is both satisfying and productive

and then you inevitably lie in bed, panting and tangled in each others arms, realising how stupid your fight had been

i love yous and i'm sorrys are whispered and loving kisses are exchanged

and then passionate and loving make up sex always follows

no matter what you fight about, it never lasts long

you both know that you are stronger together

a united front, a force to be reckoned with

an unbreakable bond

saying all that though... do you occasionally do things to make him jealous?

maybe....

but hey, you would to if you'd had sex with a jealous robb stark before

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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That was amazing! Would it be alright if I request a Part 3 or Female Tanjiro Reader? (You don’t have to do this right away, I’m fine with waiting and hope I’m not bothering you)

After Reader begged soon-to-be Husband/Adopted Brother to spare God of Revenge, said God was shocked at Reader, since he had every intention to kill her, and yet she spared him

This made God’s hatred for Humans lessened to the point that God became infatuated with Reader and desires to make her his wife (Calling her a Human worthy become the a Demigoddess of Mercy, which is ‘perfection’ to a God of Revenge)

However, Reader politely declines, saying that she’s already promised to marry (Love) and will stay committed to her promise, along with staying as a Human, as Reader states that “I was born human, thus I will live and die like one, even in the afterlife, this will never change” as she doesn’t see the point turning into a Demigoddess, as she’s not interested in becoming one

Which enrages God as he couldn’t believe Reader would refuse him, and calls her a “Bewitched Whore/Harlot” and says “If I can’t have you, then (Love) can’t have you either!” And tries to kill her, only for (Love) to come in enraged at the gall of God trying to seduce his soon-to-be wife (And is pissed that God would dare call Reader a ‘Harlot/Whore’) and kills him instantly

-The God of Revenge, Timmy, couldn’t get you out of his mind, every time he closed his eyes he could see you, pleading with (Love) to not kill him.

-Timmy couldn’t understand it, he tried to kill you, he was fully prepared to kill you, but you saved him, why?

-He had thought humans as weak, useless creatures, but your determination, your will to never give up, but also your mercy, your kindness. Timmy hated to admit it, but his opinions on humans had wavered, at least with you.

-The more he thought about you, imagining you clinging to his arm, smiling up at him, the more he desired to call you his own.

-You were worthy of being his wife, a grin appeared on his face as he planned on making you a demi-god, the Goddess of Mercy, the light to his darkness.

-It was perfect, you were perfect, now he just had to make you his.

-When he suddenly approached you, you were nervous, scared that you were going to have to fight him again but you were stunned when he handed you a bouquet of roses, “Y/N, I want you to marry me!”

-You turned completely white in shock, except for your eyes, that turned into simple black dots, stunned before you were quickly flushing bright red, stammering, “I-I can’t marry you, Timmy! I’m already engaged to (Love)!” Zerofuku- not looking for marriage)!

-He urged you, getting a little too close for comfort, “But I can make you a demi-goddess! You’ll be Y/N, Goddess of Mercy!”

-Your soft eyes struck so much fear into his heart, as you didn’t want to hurt him, “No thank you, I was born a human, lived as a human, and died as one, even here in Valhalla. I have no desire to change myself.

-Your rejection hit him hard, and rather than graciously accepting it, he threw into a rage, throwing the bouquet to the side, drawing his sword, “You bitch! Fine- if I can’t have you, nobody will!!”

-Everything seemed to slow down as he lunged at you, your eyes widening in fear as you had no time to react to draw your own sword.

-Pain blossomed from your shoulder as his blade sunk deeply in, a sharp cry leaving you and you heard Nezuko call out in fear before she burst out of her box.

-You took the kick he aimed at her, to get her away from you, being kicked back head over heels with another sharp cry.

-Nezuko went to charge, to attack to protect you before a hand on her shoulder stopped her and instantly Timmy’s head was removed from his shoulders with one sharp swipe.

-You trembled lightly, clutching your shoulder as you tried to turn over before a hand smoothed across your back before you were instantly in someone’s arms.

-You looked up, still scared, but instantly relaxed, leaning into (Love’s) chest with a soft sigh; he looked livid, you don’t think you had ever seen him look so furious before.

-(Love) was enraged, furious that you had been attacked by the very man you had pleaded with him to spare, now regretting listening to you, as you were once again injured.

-You could feel the heat he was radiating off, knowing full well that he was pissed as he held Nezuko’s box over his shoulder, and Nezuko clinging to his neck, her hand patting gently the top of your head.

-While you were getting patched up, again, (Love) sat with Nezuko in his lap, luckily the stab wound wasn’t as bad as it looked, there was just a lot of blood that made it look worse.

-Hercules- Nezuko played with his hands as he glared a hole into the sheets of the bed you were sitting on, silently fuming. Once your bandages were tied off and you were given instructions to rest, but you could go home with Hercules and your sister. You looked over to Hercules who met your eyes only for a moment before he looked away, making you feel a bit guilty, “I’m sorry Her-” he held up his hand, halting your words, “Don’t…please…just don’t.” your gaze fell only for a moment before he hugged you tightly, Nezuko squished between the two of you, “I almost lost you again, Y/N. I-I can’t… I can’t lose you. I should have killed that bastard when I had the chance.” You nuzzled your cheek against his own, “It’s my fault, I didn’t want you to kill him, more death isn’t the answer.” His grip tightened, sighing softly, “I know, and I know you would have been upset. Had I know this was going to happen, I- I would have.” You pressed your lips gently against his own, smile after you pulled back, “Thank you, Hercules. Now let’s go home so we can cuddle.” Nezuko threw her arms up, cheering which made him laugh as he carried you both, silently swearing that nobody was ever going to touch you again, not while he drew breath.

-Jack- He let out a deep but silent sigh, seeing that the wound wasn’t as bad as it looked, watching you brush Nezuko’s tears away, “I’ll be fine, Nezuko, I have you and Jack by my side. I’ll be better in no time!” Jack could see that you were being honest, which was reassuring for him as he took your other hand, holding it gently, “Y/N, I-…” you gave his hand a small squeeze, “I know you didn’t want to upset me by killing him, and I thank you for that, my love, but…” you trailed off and he lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently, “Don’t blame yourself, Y/N. Your kind heart is what made me fall in love with you, and your mercy displays that kindness.” You smiled softly at him before you got the all clear from the nurse to leave and Jack refused to let you walk, sweeping you into his arms while you hugged Nezuko gently as he spoke, “Let’s go home.” You and Nezuko both lifted an arm, cheering in unison which made him laugh softly.

-Thor- Was silent, you knew he was upset, and it made you feel guilty because you wanted him to spare Timmy, not wanting unnecessary blood spilled, and now you were here. Thor had seen red when you got stabbed, Timmy yelling out that he wanted you and if he couldn’t have you, then nobody would. Thor felt guilty that he didn’t get too you sooner, that way you wouldn’t have been hurt. As soon as Timmy was dead, Thor was by your side, checking on both you and Nezuko. Once you got the all clear to go home, Thor remained still, like a statue, as his mind was racing, and he only reacted when you cupped his cheek gently. His eyes met your own, relaxing as he saw how gently you were looking at him, before he cupped your cheek in return, “Stop getting hurt, Y/N.” you couldn’t help but giggle, apologizing to him, but you knew he wasn’t upset, seeing the small smile on his lips.

-Loki- He was in your lap, resting his head there, his arms around your waist, pouting heavily with a dark scowl on his face. Nezuko was sitting next to you, holding your hand up, making you pat her head gently. Loki’s scowl deepened when the nurse gave you the okay to go home with Loki, but to rest for the next few days. Loki squeezed you lightly, before he sat up, not looking at you, “I should have killed him when I had the chance. But I let you talk me out of it.” You cupped his cheek gently, making him look at you and he melted under your gaze, some of his anger leaving him, “Thank you for sparing him at the time, but had I known this was going to happen, I would have let you. Please don’t blame yourself.” He hugged you close, sagging into you, continuing to pout as he was upset you had gotten hurt again, but your soft laughter made him feel a bit better.

-Hades- You knew not to argue with him as he was ranting, holding Nezuko in his arms like she was his child, “And you’re not going out without a guard or two, or maybe even ten if I’m not with you! I can’t believe I spared that bastard! And I can’t believe he put his hands on your again!” Nezuko had her hands on her hips, huffing softly like she was scolding you too while the nurse finished bandaging your shoulder. You let him rant, as he was upset, upset that you had defended Timmy, not wanting your lover to kill unnecessarily, and here he was again, attacking and tried to kill you. You did feel bad as this wouldn’t have happened if you had let Hades kill him, but he was dead now, after putting his hands on you once again. Once you were finished and allowed to leave, Hades sat beside you and Nezuko was quick to crawl into your arms, her arms around your neck, minding your shoulder. Hades inhaled deeply before allowing his body to sag against your own, leaning his head down on top of your own, “You’re never leaving the house again.” You were quickly giggling and once you heard him chuckle, you knew he wasn’t serious, this time at least.

-Poseidon- He was already preparing guards, unless if you were fully protected or if he was with you, you weren’t leaving his house ever again. You could tell he was mad as he sat next to you, holding your uninjured hand, the heat rolling off of him was making you quite warm as well, and Nezuko had crawled over your lap to sit on the opposite side, not bothering the nurse. He glared down at you, annoyed, “You should have let me kill him! You’re hurt again because of that bastard! What if I hadn’t been there?!” you didn’t answer, letting him rant, it would be pointless to argue before he sighed deeply, leaning his head down on your uninjured shoulder, “Your kindness is going to be your downfall, Y/N.” you smiled softly, lifting your head to peck his cheek, “Then can I depend on you to keep me safe?” he exhaled softly, a small, rare smile appearing on his lips, giving you a soft nod.

-Buddha- As soon as you had been cleared to leave, Buddha had you in his arms and your arms were around his neck while Nezuko was riding on his back again, patting your head. He grinned down at you, “You know, you’re a trouble magnet, Y/N.” you gave him a weak grin as he chuckled softly, “You know, if I had killed him, you would be fine right now. But I know you would have been sad if I did, but still!” you let him rant, your grip tightening around his neck, you knew he was mad because he cared. Once at home he put you right in the massive bed the two of you shared, “You’re not to move a muscle! Doctor’s orders!” you giggled softly as he and Nezuko went to the kitchen to prepare some food for you while you leaned back into the pillows, a small smile on your face as you heard the two people you loved most puttering around in the kitchen together.

-Zerofuku- You had Nezuko in your lap and Zerofuku holding your uninjured arm, both of them crying, now that they had calmed down from the attack. You were smiling softly, trying to calm them both down while trying to let the nurse do her job in patching you up. You mouthed a thanks to the nurse who gave them both a lollipop once you were done, patting them both on the head before letting you know you could leave. Zerofuku held your hand and Nezuko held his hand while you walked home, as your other arm was in a sling, “Why did he hurt you, Y/N?” you gave him a small, sad smile, “Because he wanted to marry me and change me into a demi-god, but I’m happy just the way I am, and I didn’t love him. I love you and Nezuko.” His eyes widened, sparkling in delight as he beamed, “I love you too, Y/N!” and Nezuko called out, saying the same thing which made you smile softly.

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coleskingdom · 5 months

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Jay White x Reader

AU readers dad works for a promotion who wants to work with NJPW, and is asking his daughter to marry David Finlay. Bullet Club holds power however a last minute decision is made.

Warnings: Runaway Bride, panic attack, oral sex (fm receiving), p in v, male and female orgasms

Mentions of Adam Page, Matt Jackson and Adam Cole

Genre Smut

Standing in the dressing room of the church I wondered how could I go through with this. I knew that even though my father told me what I was doing was best for business, I cringed at the thought of walking down the aisle and seeing David Finlay at the altar backed by his band of strippers and thugs. His groomsmen were so gross that I couldn’t even have bridesmaids, instead I chose my four best male friends, and a calculated move against my future husband. A knock at the door and Matt stuck his head in “it’s time” he said looking like he was leading me to my own execution. I nodded and asked for another minute. I took a few more calming breaths but each breath seemed to get caught in my throat. My hands shaking, the next knock at the door was from the Adam’s, “ they’re getting impatient, do you want to call it off” Cole asked, Page pulled a flask from his jacket screwed off the cap handing it to me and I took a long pull off “ hey hey, save some for those of us who have to witness this” he teased trying to make me laugh. “ Where’s Jay?” I asked hesitantly “ He’s here but he said he can’t see you , he feels like he’s somehow responsible for this mess.” I blinked back tears, Page wiped my cheeks and kissed my forehead, “you have to make a decision. Whatever you decide we will support you ”. he said quietly “ I can’t let my father down, he’s counting on being able to work with Finlay and NJPW. Let’s go, before I run. “ I said reluctantly walking out of the room.The last word rattled in my brain , I could run, I could choose myself for once. I shook my head to refocus on what had to be done.

I heard the music as my bridesmen walked down the aisle an audible gasp at the realization of who I had chosen Matt Jackson, Adam Page, Adam Cole and Jay White all former members of the club and the current leader of Bullet Club Gold all work for the company that infuriates my father. I smiled my father couldn’t control everything. I walked with my chin up, David’s eyes full of rage, and his jaw set as he saw me walking towards him. I handed my bouquet to Matt, who took it reluctantly and tried to reassure me by rubbing the top of my hand . I heard David say I do, the priest then asked me and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My brain screamed run that if I could just get out of here I could just breathe. “I can’t” I said and I turned and ran up the aisle I made it all the way outside . A black challenger, pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and there was Jay “Get In” he said I opened the door and got in the gravel was flying before I could get the door closed.

How did you know? I asked still trying to quell the panic attack as the reality of what I had done set in. “ Breath, one two three four exhale” he said “ How did I know? It’s all my fault, when I lost to Eddie. I knew it was only a matter of time before your father and David would agree to this. I saw the sadness in your eyes and hoped you would make this choice. ” I took in his words I never realized he paid attention, when I asked him to stand at my sham of a wedding he agreed quicker than the other three. He declined being my man of honor, but that he’d stand for me.

“ Where are we going? I can’t go to the hotel, or home they’ll find me there. I know I ruined everything Jay” and began to cry again. “ I’ve got you.” as he turned down a dirt road leading through trees into a clearing into that sat a little cabin with a porch. “Whose place is this?” “It’s mine,it’s my getaway it’s my grounding point. Come on let’s get it in it’s starting to rain.” I got out and ran to the porch, laughing at the irony of it all. “Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck.” The laughing turning into sobs, Jay unlocked the door and guided me inside.

“ I’ve got to get out of this dress, it’s suffocating me. Jay help.” With that he was on me he went to the back of the dress to try and undo the buttons. “They’re not unfastening, what did you do to this dress”. “Jay cut me out of it, please” “ My pleasure, sweet girl” with that he stood in front of me the switchblade in his hand as he cut the bodice of my dress and peeled it off of me he went to the back and loosened the corset straps. My breathing returned to normal, but my skin felt like it was on fire.

Jay’s breath on the back of my neck, his light touch in reassuring circles as he was trying to calm me. “ You’re a clever girl, wrapping yourself up in multiple layers knowing that David would be too drunk to figure this out. He never deserved you, he wouldn’t know what to do with this pretty little package so nicely wrapped in silk and lace.The question is how many layers are there. I however am a patient man who’s waited years hoping one day that you might see me the way I’ve always seen you” his words registering in my brain, I had been with Jay for years I followed him around the world, taking different jobs saying I was trying to learn the business to understand my father better at least that’s what I told myself. Though I found myself in rooms with Jay more often than not, when the other guys left for AEW, I stayed behind with Jay. I couldn’t leave him there alone we had been together so long. For all of his bravado he was a man with many layers. I had found my chosen family in these travels. I always shrugged off the feelings that I’d developed for Jay on and off through the years I thought he thought of me as one of the boys.

“Jay,” I said trying to quell the emotions, “ I shouldn’t have said all that, it’s not fair, you’ve been through enough these past…” I turned and captured his lips in a kiss catching him off guard for half a second, however he quickly took charge of the kiss, he deepened the kiss my tongue relenting as he slowed it down. He broke the kiss, moving along my jaw, down the side of neck. Taking his time like I might break or disappear. I giggled, he stopped kissing me and I giggled even harder. “ I’ve never gotten that reaction from a woman” a little dismayed. I reached for his hand brushing my thumb over his knuckles. “ Jay, I’m sorry, I’m standing here with my wedding dress cut down the middle on the floor in a corset petticoats a garter and heels and you are in a suit , in a romantic cabin, with you and I’ve never been happier in my whole life.“ I said smiling “ My sweet girl, I’m going to make tonight and every night happier than the last.” He turned me around working on the ribbons of the corset again and kissed my spine as he undid them one by one, taking his time never rushing. “You really had a plan didn’t you, but you’re the most beautiful gift I’ve ever unwrapped “ with the corset and petticoats removed I stood there in front of Jay my wedding night lingerie. “ I feel like I’m over dressed"he grinned, inches from me. He began to undress he took off is coat, each move was for my benefit he removed the cufflinks and placed them on the table, unbuttoned the white shirt his abs now on full display, he rolled up his sleeves like a man on a mission.

When our bodies meet it’s like time stands still there is nothing soft in this kiss. He kisses me like he’s trying to conquer me, to prove something to me and himself. His mouth tastes like whiskey, the same whiskey I drank before I walked down the aisle. Suddenly, he’s walking me backwards one hand in my hair the other on my waist, as we enter his bedroom never breaking the kiss. He sets me down on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. My breath hitches. His eyes linger on my breasts for a few moments before he places a kiss on my stomach, then my hip bone, another to bow at the top of my white lace thong.

I shut my eyes in response to the sudden ache inside my chest.His palms land on my ribcage and move skyward until they're wrapped around my breasts. An appreciative breath escapes him.”Fuck, these feel good," he rasps against my skin, his lips still pressing kisses to my abdomen. Warm pleasure slips through my veins at what he's doing to me. How he's touching me. He drops one hand to my thigh, lifts my leg, and slings it over his shoulder. He lifts his gaze to meet mine.”You're not going anywhere unless I let you,my sweet girl.” I moan as his palm runs over my mound, “My girl is already so wet, and I’ve barely even begun “ he rips the fabric of my thong. My body shudders with anticipation, his mouth finds my pussy licking my slit, his tongue darting in out of my core, avoiding my clit, by just blowing softly on it. “Jay, please “ I beg, knowingly he takes his thumb and begins rubbing my clit. My body tenses as I feel my orgasm building, he replaces his mouth with his fingers. The sounds my body is making, as his mouth begins to lick and suck my clit. “Jay I’m going to come,” Not yet , be a good girl, I promise you’re almost there” he added a third finger making me feel impossibly full, stroking deep inside of me. My pussy squeezing his fingers, “okay now, sweet girl” with a final curl of his fingers. The pressure that had built inside me snapped and I came off the mattress as my back arched and my mind went blank and all I could remember was his name. He worked me through my pleasure “ Jay I need you”, my body and mind chasing that release that freedom again.

Jay stands he pulls his arms out of the sleeves, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the movement.The pants go next, together with the boxers. My gaze dips to his abs, the V-below, then lower. I swallow. Somehow, he looks even bigger than I imagined. He gets on the bed, settles his weight between my legs, wraps one palm around my thigh, hiking it up higher. I run my hands up his muscled chest. He's burning up. So am I.

His cock presses against my center, and he wraps his fist around it, guiding it where it belongs. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, he fills me all the way and a moan pours out of him. “Fucking perfect, you’re taking me so good, sweet girl.” He kisses me before he pulls back and pushes into me even deeper this time. My other leg comes around to the back of his thigh my heel digging in to encourage him to keep going. “My greedy girl, wants more, tell me what you need .” Faster Jay, please” he speeds up lowering his head to suck on my neck. “ You’re squeezing me so tight, you feel so good, you’re fucking perfect.” He mutters. His words set me off. The pressure begins to build again increasing with every smooth stroke, He changes the angle of his hips and it’s even better and more intense. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as my orgasm takes over. "Mine," he growls as I flutter around him. His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. I scrape my nails down his chest and watch his face morph into a grimace. His cock jerks, and he spills inside of me with a guttural groan. For a while, we stay tangled with each other. I press a kiss to his chest. He brushes his fingers through my hair.

A phone ringing on the night stand breaks the silence. I pout as he pulls out of my body, I wanted to keep us here in this moment for as long as possible. “Sweet girl, if I don’t answer this phone, we are going to have your other 3 bridesmen here, and that would ruin my plans.” he answers the phone. “ Hello, yes I’ve got her. She’s okay.” I begin to press kisses along his chest down his abs his breath hitches “ No, she’s going to stay here. Yes, it’s final” as I kiss lower. His hands playing in my hair. “ Fuck” he hisses “I will deal with Finlay and her father tomorrow, if they ask any further questions tell them she’s mine.” He slammed the phone down.

“No where were we” I said.

#jay white smut #jay white x reader #jay white imagine #aew fanfiction #aew smut #bullet club smut

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

agent!yoon jeonghan x agent!gn!reader

0.7k words; when a mission goes wrong, jeonghan tries to distract himself you by talking about a wedding; mentions of blood/a knife wound/poison, cursing

Yoon Jeonghan thought he was going to throw up, cry, or both; and he wasn't even the one dying.

"This was not what I thought when I wanted to carry you over the threshold," he mused nervously, angling your body so as to not hit the door frame as he carried you into the safe house. There was a team of paramedics already awaiting your arrival, setting up a clean space to work as well as their medical equipment.

In his arms, your limbs were limp and perspiration dribbled down the sides of your face. You had one hand pressed firmly to your side, preventing even more blood from seeping out of your body—your life force slowly drifting. You managed a weak smile up at Jeonghan's carefully calm face. "You wanted—to get married?" You panted, wincing as you added additional pressure to the wound.

It had been a mission gone wrong, and in an effort to save Jeonghan, you had stepped in the arc of a poisoned blade. Jeonghan had seen you crumple before him, then his vision had gone red with absolute rage. Now? He was panicking. Yoon Jeonghan did not panic.

"To you? Fuck yes." He couldn't believe he was talking about this while you were dying in his arms. "Hurry! They're dying for fuck's sake!" He barked at the present medical staff. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his eyes darted frantically between the staff and your face.

"Stay with me, dove," he murmured to you when he saw your eyelids drooping. His vision was blurring slightly, tears pooling in his eyes.

You sucked in a breath and tried to focus on his face, and not the vice-like grip the poison had on your heart. "Well, what's it like? Our wedding?"

Jeonghan gulped. His eyes closed briefly, trying to remain calm enough to tell you what he had envisioned for nights while the two of you were undercover together. "You'd look perfect, as always. This extravagant garment, bouquet of callas and just… pearls."

"Pearls?" You hummed, trying to imagine it yourself.

He smiled down at you, nodding. Anyone could see the love that shined so deeply in his eyes whenever he looked at you. "Mhm. I was thinking of a pearl engagement ring with diamonds around it. What do you think?"

"Huh," you coughed, groaning when you irritated the wound further. You reigned it all in though when seeing worry flash over his features. "Not—bad. What else?"

Jeonghan's eyes flickered back to the medical staff, who motioned for him to set you down on the bed. He did so, carefully, but swiftly. Finally. One of them murmured for him to continue to distract you and keep you awake for them. He could do that. He could definitely do that.

He knelt down beside your head, so you would face away from the doctors working on your injury. There was… so much blood. Jeonghan swallowed. "It'd be a small thing," he told you, "nothing big. Our families, friends from the academy, that sort of thing. We'd have a live orchestra during the ceremony and a band for the reception."

Hand smoothing over the dampened hair against your forehead, Jeonghan hoped you couldn't feel him shaking. "I was thinking a pagoda over a beach cliff. Something stupidly romantic like that."

"That is stupidly romantic," you rasped, agreeing. You bit your lip, feeling something sting sharply at your injury and twist.

Jeonghan grabbed your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed. "I thought so. And we'd have handwritten vows, of course. Cheol would probably be your Man of Honor."

"You're not wrong." You would have joked about calling him your Maid of Honor instead if you had the strength.

"And when you walked down the aisle—fuck, I'd probably cry." A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek and you wished you could lift yourself up and kiss it away.

"Hannie?" Your voice was tight from trying to keep the pain in. Whatever the hell those doctors were doing, you could definitely feel it.

He nodded, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Mhm?"

"Can we get married after this?"

Jeonghan smiled, genuinely this time, and you saw the light return to his eyes if only for a split second. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "God yes—I never thought you'd ask."

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hostess-of-horror · 1 year

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*kicks down door*

Guess who just saw The Super Mario Brothers Movie?

I DID.

Spoilers down below!

Did anyone else get like, weirdly honored, once they saw Mario and Luigi's family, especially the parents? Like. They made these dorks. They are the ones who brought them into the world and I am beyond grateful.

BOWSER MY FUCKING BELOVED!

I doubt we're going to have this, but I genuinely want an explanation as to why there's a magical pipe that leads to the Mushroom Kingdom in the human world? Mario mentioned earlier in the movie that the sewers look like no one has been down there for years... Was that pipe the reason why it has been abandoned?

Also, I'm genuinely surprised that Peach is given a canon backstory! And one that's about her origins as a human baby! Is Peach's disappearance from the human world the cause of the sewers being abandoned, because a search party went out for her but couldn't find her?

So. Many. References. And all of them are AWESOME.

I was genuinely looking forward to Luigi being attacked by Boos as well as Dry Bones and Shy Guys in the Badlands. But hey, what they showed in the movie was good enough for me. Hopefully, more Boos will come back in the sequel!

Of course, Bowser's castle/ship and the Badlands are my favorite worlds!

🎶Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches🎶

BOWSER MY FUCKING BELOVED!!

I could mention only Mario's duel with Donkey Kong or the Rainbow Road ambush, but seriously everything in this movie was so action-packed and so fun to experience. One could say that the pacing of the story is very fast, but honestly I didn't mind. The Super Mario Brothers franchise can be (and is) very simple in terms of plot, so some speed doesn't bother me.

The part where Bowser practices his proposal with Kamek, who is dressed like Peach, is EVERYTHING. The white tuxedo hat, the piranha plant bouquet, Jack Black's performance... GAH IT'S SO ADORABLE!

And it just seems to me that, if the circumstances were different and maybe given a chance, Bowser would actually be a decent lover. Hell, the guy actually sounded so genuine whenever he mentioned Peach or was talking to her ("I'm going to sacrifice those guys... in your honor."). I mean, yeah he did force Peach to marry him and he has a raging temper and also gets jealous super easy, buuuut...

I'm just saying, if Peach doesn't want to marry him, shit I will! Homie just wants some lovin' and I can relate to that!

BOWSER MY FUCKING BELOVED!!!

My new favorite character? Lumalee. I love this psychotic little cutie!

"There is no escape. The only escape is the sweet release of death." "Finally... Mercy..." "Fresh meat for the grinder!" I want him as a pet. Can you have a Luna as a pet?

Mario and Luigi are so sweet, I swear to God! Y'ALL. Their brotherly love is so precious... 💕💕💕

The way Mario and Luigi hugged each other and touched foreheads when they reunited was... *gross, ugly sobbing*

KING BOO. KING BOO IS IN THIS MOVIE AND I WAS SO GODDAMN EXCITED. PLEASE NINTENDO, HAVE HIM BE THE MAIN VILLAIN OF THE SEQUEL!

Peach's wedding gown was gorgeous! The pink fading was beautifully designed! In fact, Bowser's wedding venue was really pretty!

Oh, did I mention this?

BOWSER! MY! FUCKING! BELOVED!

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maleyanderecafe · 1 year

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Searching for My Father (Webcomic)

Created by: Blooming bouquet, Ongnyo

Genre: Fantasy

Searching for My Father, or I Only Came to Find My Dad starts out pretty tragic, but then ends up sweeter with a very cute family love dynamic. Unfortunately, this also feels like it sucks out most of the conflict once the yandere gets disposed of, which is unfortunate, because I'm sure he could have been a very good villain. As of writing this, there are currently 56 chapters.

The story starts out with Louise being groomed by her uncle Benjamin, a man who was obsessed with Louise's mom, Leah. Since Leah died an unfortunate death, Benjamin attempts to marry Louise as a replacement for her at the age of 16 (yikes). Unwilling to live this life, Louise commits suicide, only to be reincarnated back to when she was eight and back when her mom was alive. As a result, she vows to never let what happened in her past happen again, starting with taking care of her mother. Benjamin attempts again to marry Leah, but she refuses, and this causes pretty much the entire town to turn on her. Leah dies again because of unfortunate circumstances and it seems that Louise is going back on track again to being groomed at married by Benjamin. She's able to plead to the priest, Father Patrick to help her find her real father. After escaping and locating her father, Louise and Father Patrick set out to find Duke Alistair. He accepts her immediately, and though heartbroken by the death of Leah, fully decides to take care of Louise the best she can. She meets the twins, the two that learn under her father, as well as her new step brother Erhi and while in the town together, even (unknowingly) befriends the prince, Idris. Soon after though, as Father Patrick returns home, he is accused of kidnapping Louise under Benjamin's influence. We learn that the reason Benjamin has a bit of an inferiority complex when it came to his older brother, Alistair, believing that he would never have anything because his brother would take it away from him, which included his crush Leah, whom Alistair married. Alistair gets wind of this and goes to find his brother himself, even finding that all the letters that Leah sent were confiscated by Benjamin, and making him go into a rage. Father Patrick is put on trial and Alistair is able to win and prove Benjamin guilty, even going to rip out Benjamin's tongue and is sent to an island after his hands are cut off. After that we learn about why Alistair had to leave Leah and Louise behind, since he was bound with a curse and it was all in an attempt to save them. There's cute scenes with the entire family, Louise befriending some divine beasts, and finally learning that Erhi is a prince. The last chapters so far are after a time jump and meeting the newest villainess character that will oppose her.

Honestly, the story up until the yandere gets dispensed is kind of interesting. Louise gets a new start after running away from her old fate and gets an extremely loving family, but... after that is all becomes fluff with very little conflict. Sure, there are some internal conflicts with her attempting to get close to her dad, but most of it is resolved so quickly you wouldn't think it was much of an issue at all. I also think that everyone loves Louise far too quickly. It makes sense for the dad to love her since she did in fact love her mom, but the twins and even the stepbrother, who seemed rude to her all change their tune very quickly and not really for any good reason. I'm not saying that you can't have a cute family dynamic after having such a traumatic happenings, but considering how fast it happens, it doesn't feel realistic that everyone would suddenly accept her very fast, even under her father's rule. She doesn't really have any specific enduring traits that the characters even mentions to why they might like her. I can understand why people might like it though since it does have a very cute dynamic of family, but for me, everyone accepts her too fast and with such little conflict it makes it seem like nothing is really happening and it's a little boring for my taste. I kind of wish there was more conflict with Louise opening up to her father since the two look REALLY similar and I think that it would be a lot more meaningful if it took her much longer to get used to someone that looked really similar to grooming her, or even just having trust issues with the rest of the household.

Moving onto Benjamin. It's obvious that we're not suppose to like him considering he's a groomer and attempts to marry Louise at the age of 16, but he is at least, probably the most interesting character in the story. He ends up being a replacement yandere after he attempts to "replace" Leah by marrying her daughter, and there is actually backstory to why he would feel this way, unlike most of the other characters. I honestly thought he would be a character that would have stayed around more since, as I said, he's the main source of conflict for the story and he kind of just gets shoveled off after Louise finds her father. It's possible that he might come back in the future, seeing how he's not dead, but I would have loved to see more of a villain arc with this character- maybe attempting to lay siege on his brother's mansion or manipulating his brother more, but nope. It seems like such wasted potential since he's built to be this huge bad villain and he's just taken away from the story so easily.

Overall, the story is just kind of mediocre in my eyes. If you enjoy more family based isekai style stories that are focused on fluff, then this one is probably one that you may enjoy. The yandere is in there for the first 25 or so chapters before getting shoveled off (though it is mostly in the beginning) so if you are interested in more villainous yanderes, it might be interesting for you as well.

#Searching for My Father #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendation #ongoing #webcomic

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#I have entered a golden era. [request accepted]#I think I'm about to hit rock bottom. [request denied]#We're really just chilling fellas. [request completed]#I've got a stomach full of battery acid and a creative mind. [doodles]#I will get married in rage. [bouquets]#I love making people cry. [headcanons]#Why do I look so damn good? [moodboards]#I want to enjoy throwing rocks in the sea. [positivity]#Well. Guess I'm a normal gamer. [name suggestions]#I think we're onto a bit of a girlboss here. [neopronouns]#I'm so damn mindful I can see through the damn walls. [carekits]#I'm a man of many men. [kin assigns]#Good news: I got you a woman. Bad news: she's American. [canoncalls]#I've got some moss in my mouth. [just chatting]

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flo55i · 1 year

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Lucky Thirteen

(Maxiel drabble. 600 words.)

It’s not a conscious decision to run up to the altar and grab the bouquet out of the bride’s hands. Certainly not a popular one either with the sound of the screams of the other guests resonating throughout the church. And definitely not a sober one— Daniel’s been knocking back the expensive wine like cordial since he got here.

But there’s no doubt that it’s him up there trying to wrestle the once perfectly arranged bunch of pink roses out of Kellie’s hands. It’s him who is trying not to let the lace of her floor length veil get the better of the rubber soles of his shoes or his rage as he fights for something more everlasting and meaningful than those flowers.

Daniel was fine up until that point— everything was fine. Scotty had made them sit at the back but gave him his hand to squeeze if he felt like it, even a coat sleeve to wipe his nose on. The music was beautiful and classical and so far from what Daniel would have picked that he could almost picture himself anywhere else right now.

And even when Max made his way down the aisle, Daniel had sent him the most sincere smile he could muster that didn’t make him look like the pathetic loser he is with a flask of whiskey stuffed into his jacket pocket. He had even managed to keep his mouth shut during the whole, “speak now or forever hold your peace” thing, biting on his tongue and concentrating on the cracks in the stained glass windows instead of the sight of the best man he’s ever known, in the best suit he’ll ever wear, walking away from him again.

But when the bride was saying her vows, talking about how lucky they are to have found each other and to then be getting married on this lucky day of all days, Friday the thirteenth– that. That was when Daniel lost the careful hold he had over his emotions. The threshold Michael refused to believe was even there in the first place when he turned down the invitation to come as Daniel’s plus one to Max’s wedding fearing an ‘incident’ such as this.

Daniel will happily take the ‘I told you so’ for the satisfaction of seeing that smug bitch’s mascara running down her face as he finally tears the dozen or so stems of roses free from her evil clutches.

Thirteen was their number— one and three, him and Max. The only time they got to stand side by side beside one another anywhere other than on the grid. The only other place they actually had a relationship at all. Kellie had already taken enough— taken Max, she didn’t need everything else too.

There are hands on his lapels. Daniel doesn’t know exactly whose they are but there is the distinct smell of cologne and Max and a warmth that was once shared between them and then it all gets a bit fuzzy from there— hands pulling, voices shouting. Both their dreams of happily ever after going up in a cloud of smoke and silk organza as a candle he knocks over sets fire to the bottom of Kellie’s dress.

The next thing Daniel sees is the sight of Nelson Pique’s fist coming towards his face and he goes down hard. But it’s ok though. He’s lying down on the altar, on the remains of his broken heart and at least know he knows he can’t fall any further from down here. Knuckles hurting just as much as the rest of him, it’s a small comfort to know before he passes out that at least Lewis will still be proud of him.

#maxiel #I’m admitting defeat and leaving it here #max vertsappen #daniel ricciardo #f1 rpf #my fic #I swear I mean Kellie no harm #I wrote this ages ago and waited until it was perfect #there is no perfect though #only courage #and hay!#I don’t hate it #even if it’s angsty

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nervousron · 1 year

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Chronological Lazlow Jones quotes and facts from Vice City, up to GTAV

22 year old radio intern Lazlow covers his eyes and hides in the corner when ladies enter the recording booth without their shirts

“Im 100% rebel. I got kicked out of school after the 12th grade, man” (for non-american readers, this would be university)

“Dont sell out. I never will”

“I am the master of darkness - that’s why my name’s Lazlow”

“Remember, Im going to be famous one day.”

Lazlow’s V-Rock Radio job application was sent in hand written calligraphy with a bouquet of flowers

Lazlow was in high school band

“I flunked school cuz im parkour”

He is pro gun and conservative

“How is that fair? I mean Im white, middle-class, very erudite -um, yknow, whatever that means- but people just respond badly to me, i don't understand it”

“-and you keep saying ‘im from the streets’, Yknow what dude? Everyone has a street in front of their house, that doesn't make you cool”

“Its kinda been a dream of mine to sleep with housewives…”

“I love your strap, you’re a great guy!”

Lazlow was tricked into joining the military briefly

Lazlow’s mom sent him to inversion and conversion therapy

“This is the west coast. I’m only into lesbians, man”

Lazlow breaking into tears when a caller continuously encourages Lazlow to shave his bush so his dick looks bigger

“Hanging upside down to sleep doesnt make you cool, or alternative. I know because I tried it”

A guy called in saying he moved from Hampshire and Lazlow told him his english was good and asked if it was hard getting used to the language

As of gta III Lazlow is married. As of IV he is divorced, balding, and has a mustache. His wife left him for his best friend after he brought home a heavily drugged woman for a threeway.

He used to look at his best friends dick when he was sleeping.

(About the Brittish)“I think they were speaking English before we were. I mean, the people here were speaking Cherokee and Shoshone.”

Lazlow gets upset when a man implies spanking kids is okay. He gets even more upset when he realizes the man doesn’t have kids and just wants to be spanked

“My father was strangely silent my whole childhood, which y’know, explains a lot”

“So you would MILK your grandmother like some kind of TEAR COW?”

Lazlow pushed a hotdog salesman’s head into a pot of boiled hot dog water and tried to drown him. This was a very cathartic experience for him.

“You stick your hand down a stripper's panties, yknow, and you discover a pair of balls. Well guess what baby? The bitch is back. But im not a bitch, Im a man. Uhh-”

Lazlow was regularly caught kissing men backstage at concerts in the 80s

Lazlow mentions its easier to spike women’s drinks with GHB in Liberty City than Vice City

“Go play sudoku and die peeing on yourself”

“You’re not my type. I prefer unconscious chicks or milfs with stretch marks”

Lazlow has tried blogging, being in porn, vinewood, working glory holes, and taking "facefulls of pills" to be happy.

“dude. Can you really not rub your junk and talk about schools. Dude. dude.”

“And you just wish that ONCE you could share a bed with someone who wouldnt get creeped out by the pictures of my ex wife on the nightstand”

“You can catch an STD! From a Him/Her!”

Lazlow bites strangers when he’s mad

“Im a RAGING heterosexual”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Y’know, I’ve worn some panties. Its not weird if a chick asks you to do it. Then its hot”

He begs strangers on the street to watch him windmill his dick online.

“This mustache once got me laid. Yeah, Yeah.”

“Isnt there one where theres a cup and two girls…”

He accosts Fred Armisen in the street. Fred is somehow much worse than Lazlow.

“DUR DUR DUR text message. EL OH EL”

“You’ll NEVER get to experience the 80s”

“For once, Lazlow is not getting bummed. I’M doing the bumming”

in Episodes From Liberty City, Lazlow’s mother and step-father pay for his radio show and he lives in their home. He hates his step-dad and new step-sisters

“Im the g-spot of radio”

“I’m here to stay. Like the national debt. or syphilis.”

Lazlow’s brother is a tv producer

Lazlow promised $2 to a man to follow him down the street with a saxophone to set atmosphere for his radio show

“I’ve really gotta spread my scent right now. And by that, I mean pee”

Lazlow’s step-dad is a mortician

Lazlow is pro choice, but only because he doesnt want to be a hypocrite

Lazlow’s sister was supposedly kidnapped. He claims he did not personally murder her.

“Nicaragua. Which is a company that sells nicotine… water”

“Do have a second for gay rights?” “Okay, a second. Sometimes five minutes if I’m drunk and nobody’s looking”

Lazlow makes his intern follow him with a camera and pretend to be paparazzi. It backfires.

Lazlow got hairplugs some time between IV and V

Lazlow invented podcasting

“It’s not molesting if they’re ugly. Trust me, i’ve been doing it for years”

“Molesting is when they’re human and cant complain, or dont like peanut butter on their junk. Those sheep wouldnt have complained if they COULD have. They were loving it!”

Lazlow’s intern tells everyone at the gay bar that Laz wants to get railed by three guys. Lazlow, not understanding spanish, is very excited by the attention.

Lazlow knows space facts off the top of his head

Lazlow Wants to cum in zero G

He has a grandma fetish

Lazlow talks about his experience of getting pissed on by groups of strange men

Lazlow is "Left wing", but only because he doesnt want to be fired

Through tears “I dont understand valleys or clouds, it sounds like a nursery rhyme”

Lazlow told the press Michael "molested (him) into cutting his hair"

Lazlow got roofied at his Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting

Through tears “Tony? Can we hug? Please? You shouted at me a lot… And Tony? I dont think you can say ‘Gay Tony’ anymore, it’s not PC, the internet will go crazy”

Lazlow spins records at kids birthdays

“He wants me to beatbox, i’m gonna fuckin get LAAIIDDD”

“One more scandal will ruin me. I’m WOKE now”

#lazlow jones #grand theft auto #gtav facts #im working on replies i promise #but i listened to all his dialogue at work today so. lazlow time

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fandom-stealer · 11 months

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OK SO-

The poll was tied but I’m choosing Selina cause I think of Kate and Talia as besties who piss off Bruce. Soo..

Talia and Selina love story!!

As I’ve said, Selina left her daughter Helena with Talia due to her having a dangerous life as Catwoman. She of course pops around for a visit often to both see her little girl and (not that she’d ever admit it) to see Talia.

After her divorce with Bruce, she and Talia started having wine nights where they’d talk shit about him. They started getting closer, Catwoman being seen patrolling with Cassowary more often then not.

The kids all love Selina, especially Jason. Selina appears at all the kids school events, so much that people have asked if she’s an aunt or something. Talia always replies that she’s just a friend that helps take care of them.

The kids ship it hardcore.

Dick is known to give Talia advice (Yes Talia does take advice from her 14 year old but IT WORKS-), Jason loves inviting Selina over for dinner when he knows Talia is gonna dress up that night (she likes to feel pretty sometimes), and Tim constantly keeps tabs on their chats and ‘friendly outtings’ with his hacking skills. Steph and Cass both give Talía gifts to give to Selina when she finally admits to her kids that yes, she has a love problem.

Selina is given the same treatment, just from the sirens. Harley teases her about her dates with ‘Lil miss assassin’ while Ivy is growing a bouquet of Talias favorite flowers. When Alfred goes to give her Bruce’s monthly child support payment, even he’ll ask how her relationship is with Miss Al Ghul.

It takes a few months of romantic outings (and some meddling from friends and kids) to get them to start actively flirting. Selina tends to constantly compliment Talias evergreen eyes, while Talia loves running her hands through Selina’s black curls.

The last straw that gets them together is during a mission.

Talia is mortally injured while fighting Bane. While she doesn’t have the Lazarus pit to heal her like she did while with her father, the effects of it make it so that she knows she’ll survive. Selina doesn’t however. In an act of blind rage she almost kills Bane, before Dick stops her.

Before Talia could explain that she wasn’t dying, Selina professed her love for her, going as far to say that if she had a second chance she would chose to marry Talia over Bruce.

Talia is stunned, but immediately pulls Selina in for a kiss. Dick is practically squealing while recording the whole incident. Afterwards, Dick explains to a confused and slightly pissed Selina that Talia technically can’t die, and Selina flushes hard. Talia can’t help but laugh with Dick as Selina carry’s her hole to be patched up.

Then starts their relationship, with Selina moving in with the kids and becoming their second mama. You can bet Dick bragged for days about being the one to witness it. And Bane… well he stayed in Arkham for a lot longer then usual, not wanting to be met with a pissed Catwoman again.

#civillian talía au #talia al ghul #selina kyle #talia al ghul x selina kyle #dick grayson #dc bane #poison ivy #harley quinn

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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7 Deadly Sins: Envy (Phoenix)

The church was beautiful. High white walls, clerestory windows depicting scenes from the Bible and surprisingly comfortable seats. She could see why you had been so insistant about getting married here, even going so far as to postpone the wedding until the church was free.

The music started and the attendants turned in their seats, shifting their attention from the nervous groom to you. You looked beautiful in your white dress, holding your wedding bouquet, and with your veil covering your hair. Phoenix tried to steady her breathing, but trying to get a grip on her hyperventilation made her loose what little control she possessed over the tears in her eyes.

She was your best friend, your fucking maid of honor. It would have been okay for her to cry.

It would have been okay for her to cry happy tears.

They were not happy tears.

They were tears of bloody rage.

Tears of hate, actually, if she were honest with herself. Because, watching you walk down the isle, she realised how much she fucking hated Rooster. Stupid bastard, with his stupid moustache, stupid tuxedo, stupid happy tears. She knew the poor man hadn’t done anything. She knew he didn’t deserve it. But seeing you make your way to him in your gorgeous dress made her so irrationally angry. So stupidly jealous.

She had been so careful, so purposeful in her behaviour that she had been so sure nobody had noticed her pining and crushing, but as she shook in her seat, Hangman placed his hand on hers and squeezed it. Of course he would know. He was the most observant one of the lot. But she had to appreciate that he chose to reveal his knowledge so carefully. She appreciated that he didn’t do so in public. Or maybe she wanted that ? Maybe having him say it in front of you would have changed something and you wouldn’t be kneeling in front of the priest with Rooster by your side, pledging your undying love to each other.

Somehow she doubted it.

Even she had to admit that you two were a match made in heaven. He made you so happy. She had seen you with other boyfriends, they had been so stupid and incompetent that she hadn’t considered them a threat. She had wanted Rooster to be the same, to meet you, date you and then walk away so she could hold you as you cried, so she could kiss the top of your head. So you could be hers for a moment. But the fucker had stayed. He’d begged for forgiveness when he needed to, made up for every mistake, missed call or rainchecked date. He took you out to do things you actually wanted to do, and he was happy to, because making you happy made him happy. He was so damn in love with you it made Nat feel sick. Not in a cringey way, but because it felt like looking through a mirror and seeing her reflection have everything she wanted to have.

So yeah, she hated Rooster.

An undying, everburning hate she would never be able to quell.

Hangman held her hand right through the ceremony and until they had found their seats for dinner. He had only let go of it because they hadn’t been seated next to each other. He had been seated right next to Rooster at the head table, and she on the other side of the couple. Phoenix had tried to make small talk and you happily engaged. If you had noticed something strange, you hadn’t mentioned.

Hangman looked at her every once in a while during the speaches, as if to tell her not to do anything stupid. But his warning glances turned to supportive ones once everyone started eating. He even asked her to dance, just as a distraction.

You joined Nat by the open bar after the cake cutting.

« So, you and Hangman, huh ? »

« No we’re just friends » She replied

« Yeah I figured you wouldn’t give him the time of day »

Phoenix chuckled sadly, you placed your hand on her back and she felt a shiver down her spine. She wanted to kiss you so badly. She wanted to do a lot of things. Especially with you. Nat took a sip of her beer.

« You’ll find someone, Nat, don’t worry. Your soulmate is out there somewhere »

I already have, she wanted to say, I love you.

She wallowed the rest of her beer instead.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix x reader #phoenix #original fic

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renee-writer · 1 year

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Tiny Beautiful Things Chapter 29

AO3

“Frank!” She says. Her new husband hears her. His eyes narrow. Jenny’s moans grow louder and someone says, ‘ Ring 811.’ All this is secondary to Jamie. A part of his mind catalogues that Jenny is in labor. The biggest part though is focused on the unwelcome guest.

“HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!” He thunders, stepping forward. Lamb is doing the same.

“I came to wish the bride good fortune and to give her a kiss.” He flatly states. It is a mistake.

They are both on him, fists out. It is a life saving thing that Jamie forgets he is armed with a sword.

They work him outside, working him over, with him, only occasionally making contact with one of them.

“Hold up Claire!” Geillis runs after her. “Let them handle it.”

She is in to blind a rage to listen. How bloody dare he show up like this! Intruding on her wedding! She will show him.

The melee enters the area where the reception is set up. She comes up to them just as a fleeing Frank knocks into the cake. It partially topples, landing on him. The next thing to land on him is Claire’s bouquet.

She is landing curses with every swing, the broken flowers landing on the broken cake on the broken man. Her husband’s arms come around her.

“Shh, my darling, be still now. I’ve you. It is alright.” She turns, fallen in his arms.

“He ruined everything!” she is sobbing. Behind them, the police, called out when the medics were, are assisting Lamb with lifting up Frank. They will secure him until the Fraser’s decide whether to press trespassing charges.

“Nothing is ruined. We are married. That is all that matters. That and that our nephew is on the way.”

Her sobs cease and she lifts her head. “Jenny! Oh, we need to check on her.”

“Take him away. My wife,” how proudly he says it, “has a no contact order against him. Press whatever charges are necessary.” He leads her away.

They are just in time to witness the birth of James Ian Brian Murray. The lad is born in the Great Room/ wedding chapel.

“In a hurry, he was.” Jenny holds her son, smiling down on him. They have rescheduled the reception, with all that happened. Now the family gets to know Wee Jamie in peace.

“Aye, his birthday will help me to recall my anniversary.” His uncle says. His new wife laughs.

“You better never forget it.”

“Aye, you best not,” the new father adds, “it is an almost unforgivable sin.”

“What happened to fracking Frank?” Geillis self censors in the presence of the baby.

“He is being charged with trespassing and violation of a protection order. He should go away for awhile.” Claire answers. She can’t take her eyes off her little nephew. He is the sweetest thing.

“Good! The nerve of…” She stops, “No negative talk. This is a happy and blessed time.”

Later, as the new family rests, Claire cuddles against her husband. “I want one.” She tells him.

“I think I can manage that.” He leads her to bed.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #omgbarbiegurl's and i's #tiny beautiful things #chapter 29 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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