#i guess i was always just a coward inside lmao

[kiyokatokito]

Kiyoka’s personality \ traits etc.

*Art by @tokito-dulya20 that I requested her months ago✨🧡thank you for giving me the permission to use this🥹*

She is an INFP, she tends to be quiet but is an open-minded, imaginative person, she has this ability to care, and can approach someone with her own way

Kiyoka may seem unsumming to others, but if you get to really know her or be around her, she actually has a vibrant personality , she is creative and kind to other people.

She can be sensitive at most of the times, because of her imaginative or overthinking self. (Thats one her bad habits)

Kiyoka is profound of Nature because of her emotional type, this stands out for as a support, for her, even with the ones is who close to her.

She can connect with the slayers around having conversations or sharing anything with them.

Kiyoka can be so curious in a particular thing or will not care at all.

She compassionate and can listen to everyone without judging them, even those who are lower than her rank.

She likes it when someone is feeling comfortable and open to her she feels honored, in other words she likes helping others in any kind of way.

The bad side of it, Kiyoka can be overwhelmed easily and be afraid of not being able to set things right.

She apologizes very quickly and is has very fragile and soft heart inside her.

She wants and will fight for happiness, she is kind even though she has experienced a lot of holes in her life, but she doesn’t let this, affect other who around her.

Kiyoka may be very nice and sweet, but can be intimidating and strict, as she got this both from her parents, which she is quite aware of.

She hates demons, especially Muzan (eekk) and gets really mad and aggressive with demons.

(I might add some in the future, but for now, thats all you can know about her)

Facts about her

She likes any kind of delicious food, eating one her booster, yeah like Mitsuri’s ehehe.

Her height is 5’2, and her birthday is on May 28, as you can see the art above thats how she looks like.

Kiyoka is kind of sentimental, she has these certain objects kept with her,especially when it holds a precious memory, she doesn’t want to forget about.

She is attracted to Muichiro, but is kind of intimidated to approach him first.

She can be dumb or very shy, around the people she knows, who are higher than her, more like insecure, thats why she is intimidated to habe single with Muichiro, at least Sanemi speaks out, but for Muichiro she finds is hard to know him and befriend him, not until Muichiro approached her first.

But they really become friends because of Tanjiro, and as she hangs-out with the kamaboko squad, she and Muichiro would often see each other. And there Muichiro, starts talking to her.

She is attracted to him,but kept to herself, not telling anyone. But her actions do tell though, and this was noticed by Kirika, one of her older friends, @ta-ni-ya oc’s🤭

While Kiyoka is aware of Sanemi’s liking towards Kirika, and would sometimes,or tell a lot of stories about him to Her, Lmao because the man is too shy and coward, to his true feelings especially for that especially one, (Lmao now i guess why Sanemi and Kiyoka are together, their both coward, with their true feelings)

The difference is Kiyoka tells a lot like very a lot to Kirika, atleast she can tell what she thinks of Sanemi and other people, just not Muichiro, not yet.

Kirika, Milo, Yuna, are of one closest friends, as she finds this special and genuine connection with them, along with Aoi, Kanao and Nezuko.

Despite of loud surroundings, she likes it when it so peaceful, as she is sometimes can be seen alone ontop of tree, or where Muichiro would always spot her, at those times.

When Kiyoka and Muichiro became lovers, they have nicknames for each other,Kiyoka calls Muichiro “Mui” or “Chiro” while he calls her “Kiyo” or “Oka”

Okay thats for now too damn i took so long, 🤧 but here you go, finally something about herself ill add or edit out somethings in the future😭 idk, let me tag @ta-ni-ya @kimetsu-chan @larz-barz ✨💞💖🥹 @colourstreakgryffin

#oc #kny oc #demon slayer oc #muichiro x oc #muichiro #kimnetsu no yaiba oc #Kiyoka Watanabe #Kiyoka #Muichiro Tokito #mist hashira #Kirika and Kiyoka #Kiyoka x Muichiro #Kirika x Sanemi 🤭

[daiseukiis]

they're.. honestly i have no idea because they were.. so-so? and the results aren't out yet, either, so i can't say lmao. ah props to you cuz i'd be too much of a coward to ever do that to my prof sksksk

oh my that sounds amazing! i guess marriage has its ups and downs too huh? this is me being a curious cat but do u guys have matching wedding rings? :> hearing you talk about all this is soo lovely, you're like a pro! (@saekkas)

im sure you got it !!! always rooting for you rinzies !!

NO BC I HAD TWO DAYS TO FINISH IT AND MY PROF HAD THE AUDACITY TO EMAIL ME TO REMIND ME AS IF IT WAS DUE THAT DAY?? maybe he's sick of my ass handing things in before the due date or sum shit lmao

yes, marriage for us was like,,,, wow legally i cant leave unless we go to court. bc regardless of you just dating someone, arguments will still happen and it can be over trivial things like he didn't say anything about how i styled my hair or if i noticed he got a new shirt or smth, stuff like that happens like have you seen your parents? even our parents bicker abt small things like that ! but you must know when it it really worth the argument or not, sometimes its just better to shut up and sympathize with the other than giving a solution. one of the main reasons why couples argue a lot is because they do not pick out their fights correctly ! ( learned from the book attached ; when we fought i read books abt relationships and self care and became more aware of myself and my actions within our relationship. this came in super handy to understanding people in general too )

in our sense how we acted with each other didn't change much other than our legal status. but theres this air around it that gives you butterflies ? its similar to the air you get when you first start dating. and yes we do have matching wedding rings ! for us we got basic silver bands, inside the bands is our wedding day in roman numerals ! ppl dont ask abt it being a wedding ring due to the fact that it can easily be mistaken as a promise ring ( he has bought me a promise ring and engagement ring all which are tucked away ) it basically looks like this !

#not me writing a whole essay here and compeletly ignoring my prof lmao #༊*·˚ koca has heard your wish #༊*·˚ a wish upon a goddess #༊*·˚ a kiss of blessing #༊*·˚ my rinzies <3 #omg and the love song playlist series that i created dives in towards diff relationships too i forgot to mention

[ncteez]

coward 🤺🤺 i GUESS mark can be released without ransom 😪 solely bc im looking forward to stripper jeno ... but probably should reconsider bc i, also disapprove of your use of facial wipes. a whole criminal offense ✋

8, 12, 15, and 17 ( if you're comfy w talking ab it, if not then feel free to disregard )

ps- i hope your day is going good so far<333

from ur small peen jailer, 🤏

i literally cannot have ONE day of peace, huh? I'm sorry yall have faces that don't agree with soft, luscious, herbal oil-infused wipes <3 i prefer to not spend money i don't have on 3984723 products SO we can drop it now uwu

anyway,

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

i do! but depending on whatever day it is, my inside clothes can end up being my outside clothes after my wash day lmao. Usually i come home and change into my house clothes!

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

im not answering any more skincare/haircare/body care stuff bc yall are fucking mean about it >:(

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

drowning top tier, freezing close second, burning I can imagine is awful and not fun unless you faint first from smoke inhalation :)

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

i do a lot of things everyday because of anxiety, but they're not always the same and they don't always happen every single day, mostly just before i do specific things. Like I've mentioned before, i cannot drive my car until someone tells me to drive safe. I have waited in my car to get a text back from where i asked them to say it to me. That's probably the biggest thing, other things just come and go randomly, i can't rly pinpoint anything else rn.

#[mail] #🤏 #[games]

[missfailureherself]

just writing for myself

ı mean if anyone ever happened to just see this post and can relate ım really sorry. I just wanted to comfort myself by writing here and let it all out. To be honest ı have a decent life if anyone see it from outside, but on the other hand my inside, from the inside ı’m dying and nobody ever realize it. I laugh all day dance and make jokes but ı cry every single night. ı feel like everybody hates me and can never be loved ı feel worthless and pathetic. I just graduated higschool and was able to get into a decent universty but ı dont even feel happy. Im just scared, ım scared to meet new people, scared to go in to a whole new enviroment. ım really a coward actually and everybody thinks ım really brave and can do everything ı want but ı cant, ı never had the courage and dont think ı’ll ever have it. ı know a lot of people have worse life than mine but still ı believe everyone’s pain is a big burden to themselves. ı love my family but ı dont know if they love me back cause ı sometimes feel like they hate me and ım the blacksheep of my family not because of my grades or anything just my personality. Cause ı’ll never be enough, never be the daughter they want and ım so sorry for that. My mom never properly recieved love from her parent neither my dad actually but they are trying to show us love but its just if they love me once they scold me twice and ıt would be better ıf they just didnt care about me at all. oh they do that too actually ı mean my dad he only cares about my grades and academic achivements. ı dont know when was the last time ı felt like my dad loved me and cared about me not because im his blood but someone he loves. Well ı guess its the fate of middle child fate. my mom on the other hand she cares a bit too much if it can be called caring. she loves controlling my choices and everything ı do. she says its the best for me but even if its whats best for me its not what ı want. ı just want make myu own choices and even mistakes. ı told her about this actually and she pulled the then ı will never care for you again card and manupulated me, again. oh and ı have a sister who is sometimes full of herself, selfish and sometimes she is selfless ı cant understand her sometimes. I really love her of course but ı think she is being selfish without even realizing. Fuck ı wrote too much lmao but ı feel slightly better now ı want to thank myself for always comforting myself and if there is someone who read this ı also thank you and ım sorry for wasting your time anywayss sooo byeeee<3

[notetaeker]

just thinking about some self-isolating behaviors i have had in the past (and still now i guess) that keep me away from people, while ppl might misunderstand that i’m doing it because i don’t care about them or i take their friendship lightly. But the reason i did it wasn’t because i disliked them but i disliked me. 

#and since i didn't get any closure now im still thinking abt those interactions #i run away from closure because i am scared no one cares enough to want closure with me #---> which leads to ppl thinking that i don't care abt them because i left without closure #a mess #i guess i was always just a coward inside lmao #dumb things i say #delete later #and what if send a letter to these ppl 3 years late. #sigh #ngl i have indeed done that before #just my fear of not living up to whatever expectation they have of me rn is whats stopping me

[drakenology]

All Yours! - Kirishima Eijiro

“i’m all yours!” 

author’s note: this is pure filth ok? kiri is always written as a gentleman and I wanted to make him a slimey little cheater. tbh it was kinda hot. hope you guys enjoy this.

warnings: smut, angst, infidelity, fluff, fem!reader, phone sex , characters aged up! made up wife yall can give her a name if yall want lmao “she’s” just for the story. 

How can I put this? Sure, I loved my wife. She was with me when I was a nobody. Supported my dreams even when it meant I couldn’t be with her. But I can’t shake this feeling of regret. It’s almost as if I have married the wrong person. We stopped being intimate. She tenses up everytime I approach her. She doesn’t even look me in my eyes. She doesn’t love me anymore, I’m sure. I don’t think I loved her as much as I did when we first met. I was scared to tell her, scared to leave her. To be honest, I think we were both too chicken shit to sign those divorce papers.

Me and Katsuki talk about it all the time. He hypes me up over a few beers and when I get home I just lay dead next to her in bed, a huge wall separating our bodies from each other’s warmth even though we were so close. Our marriage was dying, withering away as we watched it fade. I don’t even bother telling her I’m leaving. I’m sure she has company over to fuck her while I’m gone. I caught her once.

He was amongst the higher ranks of Heros; I’ve seen him around before. He was on top of her, kissing her in the spots I used to kiss her. She seemed to be enjoying herself until I walked in. I was pissed. I pulled that guy off her and my mind went blank. I collect myself as she held me back from him. All I remember is her screaming. 

“It’s over! Don’t you get it!?” The pain in my knuckles snapped me out of it as I listened to her defend a man she hardly knew over me. He was knocked out on the ground, the pig naked and sweaty sporting a new blackeye courtesy of yours truly. I’ll never forget those words. We’ve been cheating on each other since that night. 

Tonight I was going to a bar with Katsuki and Kaminari, who wanted to get a few beers and maybe catch up a little. The both of them were pretty happy in their relationships. I never thought Bakugo would settle down. I’m watching my friends get into new and healthy relationships, while mine finds its impending doom. 

“Cheer up, Eijiro. I’m sure you’ll work up the courage to leave. It’s not working anymore, bro. I can see it in your eyes.” Denki says, taking a sip from his beer. I sigh and nod, only able to impishly agree. I was pretty upset. I spent a lot of good time with her. We made good memories. But it just didn’t work out. What went wrong? What happened? 

Bakugo grumbled about how I need to get over it, “Every woman in this joint would throw their fucking panties at you to have one night fucking a pro hero, don’t you get it? To be honest you should have left her that night you caught her cheating on you with that fucking side kick. Stop bein a coward and get it done.” I looked at him in shock but nonetheless he was right about me being a coward. I’d rather stay with her than try with someone new. Or so I had thought.

Time seemed to freeze when this woman walked into the bar with a few girls I was in the same class with in UA. She was quite possibly the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She seemed so confident and walked with her head held high. She knew she was hot, and wanted to make sure everyone in the bar knew. She wore this skimpy little dress in red, red lipstick on her full lips to match. Why does she seem so familiar?

She walked by our table, her perfume seeming to lure me towards her to follow her wherever she went. I was drunk and looking for something or anyone to distract me from what was going on at home. It felt wrong but something in me couldn’t resist. I couldn’t help but stare at her long legs in that dress that seemed to hug and squeeze at every curve in her body. I just wanted to grab her and nail her on the nearest surface in this fucking bar. 

“Yo, you’re drooling, dude.” Denki says, waving his hand in front of my eyes. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away from my view. Something about this woman made me want to know more about her. I guess I could start with her name. I stood up from my seat and approached her, telling the guys I’d be right back. My hands got clammy as I got closer. I’m not gonna lie I was nervous as fuck. She was having a conversation with someone at the bar, her head slightly tilted to the side to better hear the person over all the music and outside chatter. I sit on the other side of her and tap her shoulder. 

“Hey. Can I buy you a drink?” I ask. She turned to me and smiled brightly, her teeth almost twinkling. 

“Sure! I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” She shouted over the music. I was a little shocked she didn’t know who I was. It’s hard to even go grocery shopping without being recognized. It was almost refreshing. 

“Eijiro Kirishima.” I say, holding out my sweaty hand to give her a hand shake. She took my hand and shook it, giggling as she noticed the wetness of my palms.

“Nice to meet ya, sweaty hands.” She said teasingly. God she was pretty. It was like no one was here except the two of us. She ordered the drink she wanted and I paid the bartender after we got our orders. We talked for what seemed like hours. It was almost easy with her. She was open and honest. She had nothing to hide and she was real. It’s hard to find that in people nowadays. 

“You’re pretty handsome, sweaty hands. You must have some girlfriend waiting for you to come home tonight, don’t you?” She questioned. I froze, thinking of my wife as I take a big sip of my drink. 

“I’m uh.. actually married. But she and I are separating.” I said, looking down at my drink. 

“Are you just telling me that so I’ll sleep with you? Or are you serious?” She asked, squinting her eyes at me to see if she can detect any lies. 

“I wish I wasn’t serious. I did love her at one point but..” I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling pathetic. I was about to cry in front of a girl I’m trying to fuck. How manly. 

“Hey. You don’t have to explain much more, ok? I understand and I believe you.” She said, her small hand resting on my shoulder in reassurance. I look her in the eyes and smile. Why was she being so nice? 

“Hey, here’s my number. Call me anytime, sweaty hands.” She giggles, kissing me on the cheek. She finished her drink and pulled a pen from her purse. She wrote her number on a napkin and kissed it, leaving a red lipstick kiss on it. Y/N handed it to me and left, swaying her hips as she walked out the door.

Fuck.

“She was HOT! Way to go, Kirishima!” Denki said, surprising me. He pats my back and orders another round of beers for me and Bakugo, who was cheering me on back at the table. We sit for a while and go home a few hours after. I call an uber being that I’m too drunk to drive. When it gets to me, I get in and take the number out of my pocket to lock it in my phone. Should I even be considering this? 

Fuck it. 

I text her. I couldn’t wait to talk to her. 

“Hey sweaty hands. Took you long enough to text me.” She texted. I could almost hear her voice through the text as I text her back with shaky hands. 

“What are you doing?” I text, sitting back in the seat. She doesn’t respond for a while until I’m about to get out of the car. 

“3 Attachments.” The message read. I nearly fall over at the thought of what those attachments are. I unlock my front door and sneak back inside. My wife was already asleep, thank god. I couldn’t take her nagging when I was out late. I go to our room and sit on the bed, opening her message. God. She was naked with a blanket covering her more intimate bits. She was laying in bed, her nipples poking through the thin blanket as she pulled her features into a lewd look. She looked so good. 

“Thinking of you.” She said. My pants grow tight as I think of what she looks like under that blanket, my mind trailing to all the dirty things I’d do to her. How pretty she’d be with my dick in her little mouth. What was she doing to me? I send her a text back, 

“You’re such a tease.” I feel my wife stir in bed as I slowly try to climb in without waking her. I sigh as she turns back over and goes back to sleep, turning my attention back to my phone. 

“I want you, Eijiro. I wanna help you forget all about her.” She texted sending me another sultry image. “She won’t please you like I can.” I gulp and get up from my bed and rush to the bathroom. 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.. I wanna show you.” She texted, tempting me to risk it all. I facetime her without thinking. Fuck I hope my wife’s still sleeping. Y/N answers, already naked and spread out on camera for me. Dirty girl. God she looked heavenly. She wore nothing but these pink thigh high socks

“I’m so wet for you, Kiri. I want you so bad.” She whined, playing with her wet folds teasingly as if she was waiting for me to tell her what to do. I practically drooled at the sight of her so lewd like this for me, her face full of desire for a man already taken. This wrong feeling just felt so right. 

“Don’t be shy, love. Show me how you please yourself.” I said, my cock twitching in anger at the lack of attention. I licked my lips as I watched her finger her pretty pussy for me, her sweet moans filling my ears as I completely forget about everything around me. I could watch her fuck herself all day. 

“Kiri- I-I wish you were here. You’d do a much better job than me- ah!” she whined, adding another finger inside her needy little hole. I pull out my cock and start to stroke it feverishly, wishing her pussy was wrapped around me instead. 

“Yeah?” I huffed, Y/N moaning in response. I pant as I stroke myself, enamored by this woman spread out before me. I can’t wait to really taste her. 

“I’m all yours, Eijiro! Whenever you want me. Ughhh god, I can’t wait to have y-you.” She mewls, her pace quickening.

I smirk and follow her movements, mimicking her rhythm to at least simulate the feeling of her pretty pussy wrapped around me. Her moans rang in my ears, the sound of her wetness squelching around her fingers as she fucked herself open for me. I pant, feeling close to cumming all over myself as I watched her legs start to shake, a sign that she herself was close too.

“Fuuuuck, Ah! I-I’m g-gonna cum for you, Kiri. Please let me cum.. please?” She begged, the sound nearly broke me. The fact she was begging me to let her cum as if I owned her really turned me on. I huff, holding myself back further as I sweat profusely.

“G’head, baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you.” I pant desperately, wanting to let go myself. And she did, her pathetic little screams echoing in my ears like a symphony. I cum just about the same time she does, my seed spilling all over my hand and lower stomach. I hear her cooing praises at me as I moan and gasp for air in front of her.

“Mmm, I wanna lick that up for you, daddy. You’re so big.” She said, licking her lips at the sight of me. I sigh in relief, telling her how gorgeous she is as I clean myself up. She stood up and grabbed her phone, winking as she told me,

“I guess this is to be continued, huh?”

#bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha imagines #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut

[the-cult-of-russo]

Biggest Regret

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: This one wasn't a request. I have Billy on the brain so much that I literally woke up and this popped into my head as I was laying there trying to fully wake up and I had to write it lmao It's just a little thing. A letter from Billy to you. I know a lot of you guys might want a part two for it, the resolution to the letter and there's a few ways it could go. So if anyone asks for a part two, let me know how you want it. Angsty? Fluffy? A mix? And I'll see what the general consensus is. I already have a slight idea about it but I wanna know what you guys want. 

Also this is my AU dreamland where Billy didn’t betray Frank looool

Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness and regret from Billy. Talks of pregnancy and babies and abandonment.

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Y/N,

I know it's been a while and I don't even know if you still live where you did back then or if you'll get this. I'd say some shit like I hope you're doing well, which I am, but… I know you won't want to hear it. 

I'm overseas again right now with Anvil. Me and Frank are taking point on a serious mission we're doing. Anvil's doing pretty well right now and we just got a contract from the CIA which is how we ended up here. Being out here like this, it reminds me of being deployed. Part of me missed it, I guess.

It's given me a lot to think about. It's funny how life and death situations do that to you, puts it all in perspective. And I know… I know you probably hate me and I don't blame you but I just hope if you do get this letter that you at least read it all. 

I never should have walked away last year. I used to think I was a brave man, I mean the shit I've faced in the marines and with Anvil… I never backed down and I always fought. But with this. With you and the baby, I tucked tail and ran and I'll never forgive myself for that. 

Honestly, I was terrified. I didn't think I could be the man you and the baby needed. I don't know what it's like to have loving parents and I hate myself so much for walking away. I don't want to do to my own kid what my mom did to me. I don't want them to grow up thinking I don't care, that I don't want them. It was never about that. I was never angry you were pregnant, I was never resentful. I was just scared that I'd fuck it up beyond repair so I got out of there before I had the chance. 

I should have been there for you, Y/N. I should have been there to hold your hair from your face when you got sick. To go out at 3am and get you pickles or whatever the fuck it is that pregnant women love to eat. I should have been there with you at the birthing classes and the scans and the appointments. I should have been there to hold your hand in the delivery room, to tell you what an amazing job it is you're doing. I should have been there to hold my kid when they came into the world. To be there for you and them. 

I can't take that back. I can't rewind time and be there and I wish I could. I don't know anything about my own baby which hurts the shit outta me and it's my own fault. I don't know if they're a boy or girl, how old they are. I know they'll roughly be a few months old based on when I walked away but that's about it. Do they look more like me or you? Are they a happy or fussy baby? This is the shit that's been running through my head out here. Fuck… I don't know if…. I don't even know if you kept the baby and that shit hurts too deep to even consider. But I know you well enough. Or at least I think I do. And I don't think you would have done that. As much as it would kill me inside, if you did I wouldn't blame you. I'd left you all alone to deal with it and I know neither of us planned a kid. 

Frankie was the one who told me to write this. He's been putting up with me nonstop the last month of us being out here crying  talking about you and the baby. He and Maria miss you, the kids too. Maybe that alone should have told me back then how important you were to me. I'd never introduced any of the girls I slept with to them, but it just felt natural to me back then. I'd wanted to. I couldn't even see just how much you meant to me. 

It's like they always say, you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. And I didn't know just how much I cared about you until that day I walked away and I fucking miss you, Y/N. Frank and Maria always ask if I'd heard anything about the baby or if I've reached out and it breaks my heart every time with how disappointed they are. I guess I never really thought they'd be excited for me to have a kid. But they're my family, of course they would be. 

Frank roughed me up, you know that? I didn't tell him right away about the baby. He'd ask about you and I told him we decided it wasn't working like the coward I am. But then a few weeks after I told him the truth. He clocked me in the jaw, yanked me around as he yelled about how stupid and selfish I was. And I let him. He was right and I deserved it. I don't think I've ever seen Frankie so mad before and that's saying something. 

I know I should have reached out sooner, but being out here on the front lines like this, it reminds me of how fleeting life can be. And I wish it didn't take something extreme like that to give me the balls to man up and write this to you but I think we've all established I'm not as brave as I once thought I was. 

I have no right asking you for anything, I know that. But I miss you and I want to be a part of our baby's life. And you can ignore this letter or tell me to go fuck myself and I'll listen. If you tell me to stay away, I will. I owe you that much. But I'd… even if you could tell me about them a little, it would mean the world everything to me. And I know I don't deserve shit but I'm selfish and asking you anyway. 

I've seen and done a lot of shit in my life and your face has haunted me every single night since the day I walked away. I saw how scared you were. You were just as terrified as me about the baby and I wasn't there for you. I didn't comfort you or reassure you that we'd get through it together. Instead I shut down and told you I couldn't do it, I wouldn't do it. And then you looked at me with such heartbreak that it makes my chest feel tight and I fucking hate it. Every time I close my eyes I remember those looks and I know I'm a piece of shit for ever putting them on your face. 

It hurts more that you just accepted it. Like you expected it from me. I guess you knew me well enough to have an idea how it would go when you told me. And then you fucking respected my wishes and didn't contact me about anything. You didn't owe me that. You should have harassed me, called me a piece of shit, fought me, got child support. Fucking something. But of course you didn't. You've always been too kind and caring for that. Always looked after me even when I least deserve it. 

And I guess I'm hoping that even through the hate and betrayal you feel for me, that maybe somewhere in there you still care even just a little. Enough to put me out of my misery. Enough to send even a letter with the bare minimum details about our kid. I'm hoping that I didn't change you because you were perfect as you were and the last thing I want is to have fucked you up because of my own insecurities. 

There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of you. Think of the baby. I wonder how you're both doing and if you're happy. I know you'd be a great mom and despite it all, I'm glad that if I had a kid with anyone that it was you. I'm coming back stateside in three weeks. It's gonna kill me not knowing if you've wrote back or not but I won't hold it against you if you don't. 

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. For making you go through all this alone. For walking away from you and the baby like I did. If I was there I'd be down on my knees begging for forgiveness for what I did. All I can hope is that you take some mercy on me, even just a little. 

I miss you, Y,N. I miss you so much it hurts and I'm just sorry. Whatever you decide, I'll understand and respect it. I love you. And yeah I probably shouldn't say that, might feel like a smack in the face after everything I've done, but I do. And I know I never told you that when we were together. We were never really 'serious' or whatever, or at least that's what I told myself. But it was only ever you. When I was with you there were no others. And I couldn't see it at the time but I'd fell in love with you the moment we met in that damn grocery store. I don't know if you ever felt the same about me but I know even if you did I've ruined that. I don't expect anything from you. I fucked up and I know that. But it doesn't change that I want to be there now. I want to know about our baby, I want to be part of their life. I want them to grow up knowing I care about them because I do.

I hope to hear from you when I'm back but I won't hold my breath. I hope… I hope you're both doing okay and I'm just sorry for everything. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me.

Billy 

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte’s 4th Birthday Story Event: Before the Clock Strikes Midnight

REEEEEEEE Ik it was a long time ago but life has been a [redacted], so I figured better late than never HAHA

So without further ado, anybody who’s curious feel free to click for more--I’ll put it under a cut for spoilers as per usual~

So in this story it’s the usual, a few days before his birthday, and they’re discussing a bump in the road. Essentially, it appears a friend of Comte’s is going to be celebrating a wedding, and as such he’s going into the suburbs/affluent part of the region to be able to attend. It’s only a few hours away from the mansion, but he will be gone for a few days with the arrangements made for his stay. 

While this wouldn’t typically be an issue, MC has some things to take care of and opts out of attending with him (preparing for his bday probably LMAO) and Comte is immediately big sad. My favorite dramatic fool is already pouting, though he fully accepts and respects her decision. Besides which, he fully intends to be back in time to celebrate his birthday as well. He notes that he’s always admired how driven and independent she is, and has no intention of getting in the way of that. He’s just going to miss her, is all.

He says as much, figuring there’s no point in hiding it: “I really wanted to bring you with me to attend…but I suppose it simply can’t be helped” … “That’s not it…I guess I’m just wondering if you’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss you while I’m away.” 

And MC’s just like “Aw, it’s okay it’ll only be a few days.” While Comte’s response is a very mature, high-pitched whining sound at a frequency only King (Theo’s dog) and Theo himself can hear. When MC tries to reassure him once more, his Hamlet impression continues: “Even the prospect of a few days away from you feels unbearable.” 

Naturally, as any man do that loves his wife, he draws her close and proceeds to bang the living daylights out of her. I would offer details, but I have no deets to give beyond: [Well MC, it appears I won’t be letting you get much sleep tonight.] 

Brief intermission for the vague sounds of fangirl cardiac arrest. 

The scene opens again to him doing his walk of shame (the slut) down the walkway and into the carriage that will take him to his friend’s house. His thoughts carry the regret of burdening her with his desire, though MC is pretty much on cloud nine and unable to stop thinking about the heady night they shared in a good way. Bruh and the sly look when he figures out why she looks like that--I’m boutta call the police, he is going to make women and men alike act up. 

MC scrambles to cool his already returning desire by insisting he will be late if he indulges any further, and he laughs and agrees easily–albeit with the slightest hint of reluctance. My favorite part in this exchange is that he kisses her forehead, adding that it’s because she’s the most adorable person in the world to him (a moment of silence for our uwus). 

Fast forward to Comte trying to get home after the festivities are over. Problem is, it’s been raining like a mOTHERBLEEPER, and as such carriages have no safe way to traverse the roads at the moment. He waited out the first day as patiently as possible, but after the second–and no sign of stopping–his Leeroy Jenkins instincts kick in. He notes to the coachman that he’s aware he’s asking a lot, but they fully intend to take the long way which invites the least risk–and the rain is ebbing, even if the progress is slow. 

It’s interesting because there’s another echo of his main story in this moment. He essentially showcases a desperation to return before the day ends, though without context it’ll probably seem a little strange, so I’ll do my best to explain. Basically, in his main story, MC notes that she doesn’t really care how different they are. Different time, different species, different experiences, so on and so forth. She hammers home that what matters is that the present is something that they actively share. It’s theirs. And no amount of divisions he desperately tries to draw will change that fundamental reality. 

And it’s a little moving to see how deeply he takes it to heart? I think it’s one of those wonderful phenomena, personally–the way a person can influence how you think and act with their sentiments. Sometimes someone says precisely what it is we need to hear, and it changes us–while it can be for the worse, it can also be for the better. He notes that he spent so many birthdays; among the people serving his house when he was little, raising hell with his friends in his younger days, so on and so forth. Not unlike Leonardo, he says that after so many “special” days the faces become a blur, the festivities lose their luster. It’s just another day, at this point. 

Note, one interesting thing here that stands out to me is that I feel like this is a reflection of both of their larger struggles. Where Comte can’t stand the relentless flow of time rendering him the only constant (and something of a ghost, never fully present), Leonardo can’t bear birthdays because it means remembering people who still mean the world to him, but are long gone. People he can never see again, never laugh with again, never share his life with again. And I think that’s a very profound pain, an anguish that just keeps on settling its weight. (Oh, Sisyphus…)

Comte’s is similar, but different. He actively works to keep his distance-- unlike Leonardo, he approaches immortality in the pragmatic way. He knows getting close will hurt, so he opts out of that–keeps a step behind, an easy smile on his face. Betrays only fragments to anyone, always has his guard up. But the downside of being so guarded means you eventually feel hollowed out and alone; nobody truly knows or understands you. There is a distinct loneliness in that approach, where memories only become reminders of how nothing ever improves and how bereft you are of warmth. 

Leonardo, at least, gets to have the joy of being known from time to time. But loss and estrangement from those people means double the pain in the long run, because he loved them fully. Comte chooses to live in the cold to protect himself, but ends up in a kind of catch-22; the cost of forgoing loss means a constant deadening of his own feelings. It means living in a kind of fog, where there is a distinct discomfort in the silent obscurity of your own heart. 

There’s something I’ve come to believe in my short course of living, so I guess I still need time to determine how true it is. But…I feel like, when people live this way, where who they are is a lie or it’s at the very least carefully concealed, we in part start to become that lie. I think it’s fascinating because Comte seems to have so much personality to him. He’s dramatic, he’s thoughtful, he has a sense of mischief about him, he has strong ideals, and he has an even more ironclad moral grounding. And yet, when he talks about himself, he always uses descriptions that hinge on emptiness. Like he’s worth so little, worth nothing. And that’s what I mean–he’s been trying so hard to glide on the surface that he has come to believe he really is equivalent to something that ephemeral. Like there’s nothing more inside him, or if there is, that it will never be worthy of much. I think it really speaks to the ways behavior impacts the psyche, even though the opposite tends to be considered the only possible cause and effect relationship. 

He’s so determined to live for and in the future while he’s in the present, that he forgets to enjoy himself and really live. And while that approach is certainly understandable, I do think he loses parts of himself along the way. Only to be rediscovered and placed back into his hands by MC: [Today–this moment–our now, I don’t want to miss it for anything.] And that's not even touching on how quick she is to make them a we; she's not letting him keep that distance. It’s not “you have the ability to share this day with me” it’s “we’re here and in this together.”

I feel like what I love about this is that it’s not only about how sweet he is on MC, but also about how much he’s truly living again for the first time. His defenses are slowly inching their way down, he’s letting himself hope and want things and look forward to things again. The thing about being a responsible person is that–while responsibility is all well and good–sometimes you become so mired in doing the right thing and planning the most optimal outcomes that you just aren’t thinking of yourself anymore. That is, if you ever were to begin with. He went from the careful cultivation of a life as an aristocrat, to a life that spoke of more freedom and fun beyond those iron wrought gates, before he returned to the structure of what he knew. Freedom speaks to him I’m sure–we all need it in some measure to survive. But I do think a good portion of that was unfulfilling for him after a point. It was only feeding the void that was beginning to form inside him. He was instinctively retreating into himself to avoid pain, and in doing that the only result was feeling like a coward and a fake. He wasn’t happy, he wasn’t able to be himself, and nothing was fulfilling–every single day just another forward march. 

I think it comes as no surprise he took up Vlad’s initial invitation so willingly. 

But then I digress, back to the story. There’s another timeskip and it finds him racing down the hall of the mansion. He’s hoping to make it in time but knows he’s racing against the clock, and fully expects MC to be asleep by this point in the night. Midway along his path he thinks he spots MC and falters in his step, blinking. He decides to hang back, watching the figure enter his room with a great deal of curiosity and resists every urge to burst in after her. He hears MC speak into his pillow, her voice muffled but clearly despondent: “I miss you, Comte. I hope you get back home soon…” 

Comte pretty much dies right there. I literally have no better explanation for it. He freezes, his heart sputters and stops. He’s just completely taken aback. 

And then, naturally, he goes about feral with desire as is his modus operandi: “Oho, I heard something incredibly cute just now. Were you also having a hard time spending so long apart?”

MC: “…!”

[Startled, she turns around and her eyes widen and widen.]

MC: “Comte, how...”

Comte: “Took a detour in areas with less rain.”

MC: “?? Wouldn’t that still be hard in weather like this?”

Comte: “I told the coachman I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Even if it was only for a second, I wanted to spend today with you…”

[Everything I was thinking while in the carriage spills out of me long before I can help it. I am reminded again of just how utterly irreplaceable an existence MC is in my life.]

Comte: “Even so, it seems interesting that I would find you in my bed”

MC: “...! A--Ah, I’m so sorry for entering without permission!”

[I quickly grab hold of her before she can scramble out of my bed, coaxing her to sink back into the sheets.]

In between a lot of intense making out and [redacted], the larger overtone is that her reciprocated ardor just destroys him inside:

MC: “It was...because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about wanting to see you…”

Comte: “!”

[You know just how to drive me mad with desire.]

Comte: “I’m the same...the first thing I did was look for you. Even though it was only a few days, your voice, your body, everything...I missed you”

[Because today, our ‘now’--I never want to lose a single moment with you as long as you’re by my side...]

Comte: “I’m so happy to be able to be with you, right here and right now.”

It gets funny too because Comte is trying to take it slow, but when she tells him “Happy birthday” and goes on to say she was so glad to greet the day he was brought into the world by his side, he just loses all control LMFAO. It ends with them getting more heated and [redacted], to the point where he doesn’t even hear the clock strike midnight. 

And if him being the cutest and sexiest romantic wasn’t obvious enough, he spends the next morning just sighing blissfully with her in his arms:

[The next morning, when I wake up, MC is still fast asleep. I mean, given she only fell asleep a few hours ago. I’m still reveling in the afterglow of a sweet night filled with her cries, the way she looked at me and held me. MC...]

[I relax to the sound of her breathing steady with sleep, stroking gently at her hair as I hug her from behind.]

Comte: “I’ve had countless birthdays. In an endless life, I was convinced it was just a day that would come and go every time.”

Comte: “It was only after meeting you that I could understand there was no such thing as an overlapping or identical moment. I don’t want to miss a single second by your side...that’s what I think now.”

[I admit the truth of my heart, brushing a kiss against her cheek. Over and over and over again, showering her in my affection--]

But dun dun dun!!! MC was awake the whole time, so when she fidgets a little at how ticklish his kisses are, he 👁

[Oh, I see. Well then, two can play at that game...]

Comte: “Your punishment is to stay in my arms just as we are...how’s that?”

He gets his mischievous (and hilarious) revenge for being revealed (HORNY TIME), though it’s so suffused with love it’s hard to call it revenge hahaha. She reminds him to go easy on her because they have his birthday party to attend later, and he agrees~

Honestly after such killer hurt/comfort spice fluff, I can only tremble at the thought of what his 5th year bday story will be

It’s either going to be Some Angst^TM or even more killer fluff, and either way that means my days are numbered

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp jpn spoilers #ikevamp leonardo #the way this man makes me have So Many Thoughts #every time i remember this story i just go dreamy-eyed #hes an absolute romantic and i die head empty only love comte #not incorrect quotes #rambles #fangdad propaganda #comte propaganda

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Hi! I made a request previously but I see you are looking for more? I really like the prompt "a kiss that completely surprises the one receiving it", so could I request a short scenario with that for Oikawa? Thank you!

a kiss that completely surprises the one receiving it

pairing: oikawa x reader

a/n: yes of course! ive never done a prompt request before so i hope this is ok:)

warnings: slightly suggestive? it’s just making out lmao

being oikawa’s friend brought many great things. one being the endless entertainment he brought you by being a dumbass.

of course eventually, as many friendship flourish, so do new feelings.

these feelings never messed with your friendship with the pretty setter, because you kept them locked away, deep inside of you.

they never bothered you much anyway, because you were just greatful that you guys had a friendship, and that he was always there for you.

that was until one day when he came over, looking visibly restless.

“toruu? are you alright? you look weird...” you questioned, side eyeing him as you watched tiktok on your phone. he was sitting up straight, across from you where you were both seated on your bed, watching your blank wall as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

he sighed. “if you liked someone, how would you go about confessing to them?” immediately, you felt your heart sink, but played it off, keeping a straight face. you shrugged. “i dunno? i guess i’d probably just make a move on them.. hope something good comes out of it.” of course, you were a coward, considering you’d liked the boy for who knows how long, never even bothering to make a move on him. you were scared you’d mess things up.

he shnorted. “yeah. you’re right.”

you refused to look up at him, continuing to watch the stupid video that played on your phone, but payed no mind. the hurt in your heart feeling like an elephant sitting on your chest. you felt the weight of the bed shift, and now toruu sat in front of you, much closer than he was before.

through the corner of your eyes, you saw the boy holding an obviously nervous smile. you were wondering what he was planning until you felt his hand grasp your jaw, gently pulling it upwards so he could clearly see your face. without having any time to think, toruu pulled you closed to him, pressing your lips to his. your eyes widened, shock coursing through your body at his sudden actions. it took a second for you to kiss back, making his doubts of you liking him back worsen, but luckily fading away when he felt you wrap your arms around his neck, desperately copying his movements.

when you two finally separated for air, he smirked at your expression, completely red faced with with swollen lips, smiling down sheepishly.

he chuckled. “thanks for the advice.”

back to masterlist

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa torū #oikawa fluff #hq oikawa #oikawa x you #seijoh #aoba jōsai

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"That day" Nayer's POV (GN! MC and Nayer)

This is a short snippet I made to compensate for my inactivity lmao. It's about the first time Nayer and MC have an actual conversation. This scene will appear in-game, though modified (especially MC's dialogue) so it brings more room for you to choose your MC's personality. Nayer's thoughts about this encounter will remain basically the same. Anyway, thank you for reading!

*"El sapito" means "the frog", "El zapallo" means "the squash", "El zapato" means "The shoe."

If I had controlled myself earlier, I wouldn't be doing the janitor's job now. I'm tired, for fucks sake. It’s six pm already.

Rolling my eyes, I continue cleaning the windows.

I hope mom saved me dinner this time... Huh, who knows? Maybe she ordered something. Hope it's pizza, that at least will make this shitty day not so shitty.

"Oh fuck! Ow ow ow!"

I turn around to see the person with whom I share my misery. I can't help but smirk when I notice they'd hit themselves with one of the chairs.

I immediately recover though and change my expression for a worried look.

"Are you okay?" I want to laugh so bad, sadly, I can't or I will look like a douche. It's so annoying to keep appearances.

"Yeah... Sorry for swearing by the way" They're apologizing for swearing? That's cute. It almost makes me feel bad for making fun of them in my head.

What is their name by the way?

With a dismissive wave of the hand, I turn around to continue my apparent lifelong goal of cleaning the windows.

Yeah sure Ms. El sapito (her real name is Elsa but, calling her "El sapito" "El zapallo" "El zapato" it's more fun), send two teens to clean the classroom after class for a month, it's not like we have homework to do, or you know, a life.

I think this punishment is just to show us how petty she is, I mean, it's not my fault that kid's screw-up was hilarious. I think even she thought was funny, and my classmates did too, but they're just cowards who can't show what their true feelings are.

A sour chuckle escapes my lips. Oh, damn. I'm a hypocrite.

With the most subtlety possible, I look over my shoulder. The kid who screwed up that day and, consequently, made me screw up things with Elzapallo too, is now busy trying to use the broom. Lol, what the heck, they're not even holding it correctly!

Hmm, they seem fun to be around. I'm aware their mom owns that famous bakery near the beach, though everyone at school knows that.

I guess we're similar in that way because, and I'm conscious I'll sound pretentious, everyone knows us. Though, I wonder... Do they have a true friend?

I mean, there are always people around them, but do those people really know them? Sure, you laugh together, you talk to them about lunch or whatever's going on at school, they tell you about their things and you listen. Always listen.

Do their friends know about their struggles? What worries them? Do they even ask them for their thoughts? And if they do, do their friends just not use them as an excuse to continue talking about themselves? You know, it's not those friends' fault if they don't do the things mentioned above. Sometimes, you're not the victim. How can others see inside you, when you don't give anyone the chance to do so? What can they do anyway? Give you a sympathetic smile and tell you everything's gonna be alright? Look at you in that sorrowful way we all know and say they’re sorry?

People don't care about your feelings and that's okay. They'll get bored of you and stop talking to you eventually, that's fine. It's nobody's responsibility to care about you, or to stay alongside you in your worst moments. Everybody's alone with their problems, it's stupid to try to call for attention, you'll either, be ignored by the people that don't love you enough or be a constant worry for the people that do. There are no good consequences, so there's no point in letting anyone see...

Do their friends, do they...? Or maybe I'm the one...

Woah, okay. That was boring. I can't believe I had a mini existential crisis while cleaning some stupid windows. What the heck, it's not like I'm even doing that anymore.

"Uhm, hi? What's wrong? " Well, if this wasn't the cherry on top. They caught me staring at them like a creep. Awkward.

"You know, I was wondering why we never talk to each other at school. We have some friends in common." High fiving myself rn. Good save.

"Ehmm, I don't know? I guess the opportunity never presented itself. I mean, I guess it was there since Ms. Elsapi- Elsa, ordered us to do this cleaning thing but, I don't know," I notice they're playing with their fingers. "We never talked."

"Meh, we sometimes say hi to each other in the hallways," I shrug. "I'm Nayer, though I think you already know that so, here's a fun fact: My last name is Flores and my family owns a flower shop," I chuckle. "Isn't that so stupid that's funny?"

They smile, though I can't discern if it's a forced one "I already knew what your last name was" Yeah, but I just remembered that I don't remember yours! I even forgot what your first name was! Terrific huh? "I guess you can call me Núñez, like everyone."

"Yeah, I already knew who you were too" I didn't. I smile confidently nonetheless, for one so you believe that I'm telling the truth, and two because I want to laugh and this is the closest thing I can do to express my amusement. "Thanks to you, we've been the school's cleaning forces for two weeks already. I'm not complaining though, I'm sure my mom is thankful that I'm finally being somewhat productive." Let’s pretend I haven’t been cursing myself almost every day for laughing at your joke two weeks ago, and also that I don’t want to go home and sleep.

"Says the person who has the highest grades in our class,” They tell me while still trying to clean. And me? I gave up a lot sooner. "Modest much?"

I have to restrain myself from smirking. They are entertaining. “Sounds like someone is jealous they’re not even in the class top ten.” I think, but instead say: "Oh no, I'm not modest at all"

"I can notice" They state playfully and I know they're just trying to tick me. Too bad for them, I'm not known for getting into sarcastic banters.

"Well, I'm glad then, because it's not like they matter anyway," I smile politely and charmingly like I always do. "Everyone can get good grades if they set their minds into it, just put some effort and you'll see results, I assure you." Yeah, sure you will. It's not like I repeat the same thing to other people who ask me for advice on this topic.

"Yeah and then, what else? You're going to put a gold star sticker on my forehead and tell me that all things in life are accomplished by working hard? Good try, but we're not in kindergarten anymore," They stop grinning, the look they give me now is more of a curious one "You know, everyone seemed shocked you laughed at what happened in class that day, you... normally don't do that."

“You mean, acting like a human being and finding things funny? I guess I'm a reptilian then”

"Really? Well, it was kind of funny, I gotta admit. Though our actions were wrong."

"Oh come on, stop being such a goodie two shoes for once, please" They sit beside me at another desk, finally stopping cleaning "Don't you, I don't know, get tired? Sometimes I wonder if you have any flaws at all or something"

Now, that's just ridiculous. "I don't think I'm a robot." I gasp mockingly "Unless... my parents built me 16 years ago and designed me so I can grow up as real humans do! Oh my God, what if they couldn't afford another robot so that's why I'm an only child? Oh no! Nuñez, what have you done?!"

They cackle at my poorly made interpretation of an existential crisis "Sorry for revealing your family's long-kept secret," they bite their lip and continue. "But, I'm serious. Look, I don't know you that well, but I admire how you never lose your cool. You're always nice to everyone, get along with the teachers, help other people... I kinda wanna see what has to happen to break you."

For once, I don't have an immediate answer. What- what am I supposed to say? Thank you but also fuck you? Nothing can break me? But if I say that wouldn't it be proving their point?

Before I can answer, my phone starts to ring. I excuse myself and exit the classroom.

Oh, it's just mom.

"Hello?"

"Nayer." My mom says but gets cut off by my dad screaming something at her, I can only discern my mom's answer "Can you SHUT UP?! Don't you see I'm talking to Nayer!"

"Mom? What's going on-"

"Yeah, I'll talk to you in the way I want," My mom continues, dad screams some more and I think the phone is left somewhere else, away from her, because now my mom's voice is sounding distant too. "YOU started with this!! You think you can step on me every time you want but I'm tired of your shit!! TI-RED!"

"You always talk like you're a Saint!," I can finally hear what my dad is saying. "Poor Veronica, always the victim! You know the business is from MY side of the family!! What do you even have to do with it? But noo! You're always a noisy bitch who doesn't know her place, I'm telling you-!"

"It's my child's problem too!! And I don't want Nayer to inherit something in shambles!! You're calling me a bitch, for what? For telling you to stop spending the shop's funds with your lazy friends and instead invest in the business?! You never like when someone tells you your truths in your face!"

I perceive footsteps coming closer, and I realize my mom has picked up the phone "Nayer, I wanted to tell you to come home this instant! We have to have a conversation about the flower shop urgently, your father doesn't listen to me but maybe he'll listen to you!"

"Mom, he doesn't listen to me either," Rubbing my face, I sigh, frustrated.

It's always the same with them. They insult each other, mom cries and I have to intervene, dad ignores both of us for days, they reconcile. The cycle never ends. I'm always the mediator, always the one who listens to my mom's complaints, and the one who gets treated badly by my dad too when I wasn't even the one he was arguing against.

The worst part is, I would understand if they hated each other and got separated, but no. They act normal and pretend nothing had happened, or my mom starts ignoring my dad for weeks until he begs for her forgiveness. And for what? They'll never divorce. They "love" each other, and later insult and curse the other until one of them explodes. And for what? They'll never divorce and I'll always be in the middle. Always the mediator between them, the therapist, the one who also receives the punishment. Yet, They'll never divorce.

Living in my house is hell.

"Come on woman, don't get the kid involved, they probably having fun with their friends now! They have a life!"

My mom chuckles bitterly, "You don't even what your child is doing! Don't you remember they have to clean the classroom after school? You sure are the father of the year!” With a determined tone, she now directs her words to me. “Nayer. You have to come home right now so we settle this with your father once and for a-"

Beep.

Oh fuck, oh no.

I impulsively hung up the call, fuck! I'm dead, I'm screwed-!

But, when my phone starts to ring again, I don't answer.

I know I should, but I can't bring myself to do it. I catch myself hypnotized by my phone screen, reading "Mom's calling" over and over again... Answer, answer. She needs me. Answer, I'm the only one that can calm them down.

(Don't you, I don't know, get tired?)

Nuñez's words echo my mind. They have no idea. I’m always, so, so tired.

("I don't think I'm a robot." )

And yet, everyone was so surprised because I laughed at something I shouldn't have. How many people think I’m unbreakable? I guess that’s what I always aimed to project, right?

It’s good that I always keep myself in check. It’s good that I don’t depend on anyone else, and yet, why do I feel so empty?

I turn off my phone and enter the classroom. I find Nuñez carrying their backpack and ready to go home.

"Where are you heading to?" I ask them. Hopeful? Desperate.

"Oh!" They startle, did I catch them off guard? "Ehm, I'm going to Ms. Darío's house. Do you know her? My mom buys the things she needs from her and, she's a nice lady. Anyway, Why the question?"

Am I escaping my problems? Yes. Am I doing something irresponsible? Yes. Do I care? A lot, but I'm tired of caring. For once, I want to stop thinking everything, to premeditate, to listen, to pretend...

Just this once, I will do what I desire to do. Even if it’s just for tonight, let’s be free.

I grin from ear to ear.

"Can I go with you?"

#tw swearing #Will anyone read this? idk #snippet #Nayer #I'm working on the demo btw #I was just very busy with my final exams ;-;

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haaaaaiiiiii,could you make one with harry x reader where the reader comes from an abusive family. At hogwarts draco bullies the reader bcs of her body, some SH and death. make it really sad pls i want a good cry lmao :)

❝SUMMARY❞ after coming from an abusive household, harry tried to help you through tough times. 

❝WARNINGS❞ self harm & suicide, sad ,if you get triggered by these things please don’t read

   HARRY KNEW about your depression, you told him after getting together and he tried to help you since then. you also told him about how your family used to verbally and sometimes physically abuse you. as you walked down the hallway you heard draco call after you "aye mudblood" draco said and you tried your best to avoid him but he grabbed your arm and you turned around "what do you want draco?" you mumbled and he laughed at you "so useless, bloody mudblood. ruining slytherin's reputation, how did u even get in our house, you're disgusting honestly. fat, ugly mudblood. How did that blood traitor get with you, he could've done better. I bet him and Weasley are laughing at you behind your back, i think you're just a dare he never loved you" draco said and you felt a tear roll down your cheek, making draco smirk "awwe, you're crying now? poor mudblood" his friends laughed and you ran away to your dormitory.

   you stayed in at dinner, making Harry question if you're ok or not "i'll go check on her" harry got up from the Gryffindor table and went to search for you. you grabbed your wand and started cutting into your skin, thinking of what malfoy said "what if I'm really just a dare? Is harry just making fun of me?" your thoughts were interrupted by knocking on the door. you wiped your wrists and covered them with your sleeves. "oh, hi harry" you said as the door opened revealing your boyfriend "love why didn't you come to dinner?" "i fell asleep, I was writing the essay that snape gave us and I fell asleep" you said and he gave you a questioning look "you seem off, you know you can tell me anything right?"you nodded your head as he pulled you on the bed with him "did someone bother you? i can hex them if you want me to"

   you giggled and shook your head "I'm fine" "i know you've been crying, your nose and your eyes are red. who bothered you? " "..malfoy, just the usual" you felt him unwrap his hands from your body and start to get up "where are you going?" you asked "to hex that bloody idiot-" he started speaking but you cut him off "please don't, it's not worth it" you said and pulled him back on the bed

   you were so done with malfoy's mean words, on summer break you decided to go home, thinking that things changed, but it was a bad idea, your parents called you lots of words during the school break. which made your situation worse than before. now you were back at hogwarts, today draco bullied you again but you decided enough is enough. you walked up the stairs to the astronomy tower, looking at the beautiful sight of the sunset. you wiped your tears from your face and looked down 'everyone finally gets what they wanted I guess' you thought. you got closer to the edge and thought about the letter that you left for harry, and hoping that you were only a dare and he never loved you. you remembered every moment with harry from the first day at hogwarts when you spilled your juice on him and you made a fool out of yourself, to the yule ball when you had your first kiss, to 5th year at hogwarts when you broke your arm and he was always besides your hospital bed. but he didn't love you, you were just a dare, you though.

   you took a deep breath and let go of the railing, feeling free from every stress that was occupying your mind earlier, but it all came to an end. professor mcgonagall heard a loud noise from outside and decided to go check. she searched and saw you laying on the ground, lifeless. she gasped and bent down to look for any pulse, sadly there was nothing. she was holding back her tears as she ran to professor dumbledore for help. soon almost the entire school was around you but the golden trio "what's happening here?" hermione asked as the golden trio got closer to the front of the crowd. they saw neville and luna tearing up and harry's thoughts came to you, he didn't see you in the crowd. as they reached the front of the crowd hermione's hands flew to her mouth and Ron gasped Harry felt his heart stop "y/n? no no no this can't be her" he dropped to your side and turned to see your face, remus came to pull the poor boy up "no!" he let his tears roll down his face as he turned his face to Malfoy "you! you did this! it’s all your fault!" harry got in malfoy face as he stood there, speechless "how dare you not say anything and sit there like a fucking coward!" harry punched him in the face and the whole crowd gasped, remus pulled harry away from draco before he kills him "let me go! he killed her! it's all his fault" he spoke out of anger, it wasn't only draco's fault, it was her family's for not treating her right and not loving her

   remus escorted harry inside "Let me hex that bloody idiot he deserves to die for what he did!" harry shouted at professor lupin "harry you have to calm down" "she's gone.. y/n's gone.. "he slid down the wall and covered his face with his hands so no one would see him cry but it was obvious "i'm nothing without her, I need her professor" harry cried and remus sat next to him "i know harry.." the door opened and it showed ron and hermione "oh harry" she said hugging him, crying in his arms too, ron soon joining "what am i gonna do without her?" he whispered and the two friends shook their heads "i know it's hard harry but we'll get through this together"

   harry looked down at the framed moving picture of the two of you, you were kissing his cheek and he was blushing like an idiot. he wiped his tears and looked down at the letter you gave him. even if it's been and year he still loved you.. but he has to be strong so he can win the battle against voldemort "i’ll win this battle for you, love, i promise". and he kept his promise

#harry potter #harry pottah #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #hogwarts #triggering content #trigger warning #remus lupin #golden trio x reader #great hall #sadcore #like #tumblr #imagines #likesforlike

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fic rec list nobody asked for 1/5

I applied a bunch of filters on my bookmarks on AO3 and picked some out. There’s a few different fandoms on here, and the next fic rec lists will have different fandoms as well, because I’ve read for so many lol. I haven’t included all the tags or anything, though, so please read those and take care :)

BNHA

putting in the hard work now by pvwork - 500 words, Midoriya Body Horror

Your body is at once a prison and a spaceship. It'll take you far, but you can't ever leave.

of weight by Anonymous - 300 words, Midoriya-centric

You think about giving up, sometimes.

always by valdera - 1.1k, Bakugo & Midoriya

Destiny is a piece of shit, Bakugou reminds himself, and so is Deku. Neither of those will get the better of him.

(a study on bakugou katsuki, destiny, deku, and everything that connects the three)

Little Matron by mochacreams - 1k, Momo Character Study

Momo remembers the first time she tried making a matryoshka doll. She remembers the chipping paint and oblong body shape and cracked bottoms. She laughs, looking back, at the ones she’d created without faces and the others that had no heads at all. Practice makes perfect.

Show & Tell by babbeige - 700 words, Hawks Character Study

he's the toy being shown and told, undesirable parts of him hidden and hushed, because the audience wasn't there for his dirty secrets and sad truths. they're there for the golden, the heavy cast of liquid perfection covering his sunspots, jagged scars and sinking into his wounds. bleeding into his blood stream, and turning him golden and pretty inside out.

hes good at following orders, at playing the golden boy trapped in his perfect golden cage. the golden boy craving freedom and needing someone to break open his prison.

but the reality is, the cage door is wide open, gold bars spread far enough for him to slip out, and yet he's staying in his cage like a stupidly loyal pet.

my god, i’m so lonely by Kaleid369 - 2.5k, Hagakure Character Study 

Tōru is four years old when her Quirk first manifests. It happens slowly, gradually, and she doesn’t notice until it’s too late.

It starts with her hands.

Hagakure Tōru grows up far too fast.

Graves of the Firefly by Yomi_is_tired - 190 words, poetry

hope has died to-day.

raise your hand to catch the sunlight (clench your fist around the dark) by livtontea - 1.9k, poetry on various characters

A collection of my bnha poems because,, i got back into it lmao

the cities like shimmering novas by Heronfem - 1.9k, Hawks & Amajiki 

Suneater and Hawks have an unexpected discussion overlooking Doutonbori canal, making Tamaki reflect on just what kind of hero he wants to be.

like stars into existence by shantealeaves - 4.2k, Momo & Mei

“Is she good?”

Tenya stared at her for a moment. “She’s the best,” he finally said—and it was clear his silence came not from second-guessing the recommendation, but from not understanding how she could ever doubt it.

Pro Heroes Yaoyorozu Momo and Hatsume Mei form an unexpected partnership. Written for the Big Damn Heroes Zine.

Noragami

apotheosis by celestial_nova - 860 words, Hiyori-centric

when zeus gazed upon semele, she burst into flames; for what more is a human, in the face of a god, than predestined ash?

The Half-Life of Recovery by rabbitprint - 7.3k, Takemikazuchi & Kiun

Spoilers for vol. 17, Takemikazuchi backstory. Pre-series.

Even though Takemikazuchi's surviving shinki have not been memorialized by gravestones, they are just as much his victims -- and neither side can forget.

what is reflected by ali_summerset - 1.2k, Kazuma Character Study

"He doesn’t know what to make of Iki Hiyori at first."

Kazuma contemplates his similarities with the half-ayakashi human girl.

oh nostalgia, i don't need you anymore by swanfrost - 5k, Yato Character Study

yato’s shinki always have the tragic habit of quitting on him. and like a coward, he lets them go.

“that’s just proper etiquette,” kofuku says, nodding in approval at yato’s apparent respectability. but every time yato has to face a slobbering ayakashi empty handed, every time he instinctively reaches to call for a name he doesn’t have the right to say anymore —

yato wonders how long it will take for him to become forgotten.

yato, yukine, and the question: what is the duty a god has to his shinki?

DRRR!!

Cuardaigh by odette (thimble) - 700 words, Graphic Depictions of Violence. 

You know that the sky is blue, the grass is green, and blood is as red as you are a Dullahan. You ride on a steed blacker than night, your purpose is hidden, somewhere, in your immortal bones, and for the first time you fear everything and revere nothing.

Your name is Celty Sturluson.

But that is all you know.

#bnha #bnha fic #bnha fic rec #noragami #noragami fic rec #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #yaoyorozu momo #bnha hawks #drrr!! #drrr!! fic rec #txt #fic rec

[moderngirlmp3]

hells yeah :D forest vibing buddies!!

FWHDSUFIKJSDF OK YES !!!! people who are hypocritical over their pet peeves <3

:DDD thank you, i do love perceiving people.

DGHDLSKJF i admire your friend but. yes. why would you not sleep on a mattress is it actually comfortable on the floor ?? "unless it's reggie peters singing about how home is where his horse is." YES. YES. THERE IS ALWAYS THAT EXCEPTION!!!! reggie peters outweighs all lmao.

hmm ok you do have a point there. and if nobody else knows that you don't have to sleep, i guess you do have to pretend to be asleep? at least sometimes. and then other times i'm sure you would be bored. but !!! there is so much to do, and i think having all of the time in the world to do that would be quite intimidating. and then if nobody needs to sleep, then you don't really get any quiet time, do you. everyone's just always Up and About and yeah.... hm.

!!!! i love that, and yes! if it's falling apart that just means it's well loved and well used.

hsdlkgjhdsklfjskldjf don't worry bestie that is a-ok and also. very big mood.

oh my GOD. that lyric is just. painful poetry. sidenote, i think that could be a pretty cool title for a song. but !!! i shall listen to that song right away bestie.

people who can do origami are amazing. i had a phase for a few years where i was OK at origami, but the people who do youtube tutorials?? on another level good lord.

aw thank you but i also hope you know that i sat there for a solid five minutes with the stupidest look on my face like "ah yes. this is my new thinking face." *makes the weirdest face you've ever seen in your life* anyways-

probably google chrome, because it's very versatile (coughs in picrew, ao3, weird searches, and tumblr). safari would be better if i could get private browsing smh. so i'd say either that, or this digital library app that i have. OH !! or discord. *laughs in indecisive*

i don't have a lot of games on my phone, habit bc i really was running low on storage a few years ago sjdlfj. i also mainly use tumblr/ao3/discord. a song lyric stuck in my head rn is "all the runaways are running here today / cowards and the brave" from abandon ship by fin.

i'm not entirely sure what my favorite toy was,, sdhflskdjf sorry. i'd say grocery store, because i don't mind food shopping, and my memory is being Uncooperative so i can't recall anything off the top of my head. i do like camping, at least in theory!! i've never really done Camping camping, but i've done the "sleep in your backyard under the stars" shtick (although not as often as i'd like because there are bears that are extremely people-friendly and like to just. walk up to houses and go through the trash and whatnot.) i'd love to go properly camping sometime tho. probably just vibing, honestly. i don't think i've got anything in particular scheduled, so i'd love to just wake up and stay in bed late, have it rain all day so i can stay inside and listen to music, hopefully do some writing.

do you like camping? strangest/best name you have for one of your playlists? do you get along with little kids well? when you were younger, what was your dream job? favorite fruit? what is an item from your childhood that you really wish you could find? - 🌵

"reggie peters outweighs all lmao." sO TRUE. fading hyperfixation aside reggie peters is the best ever and i adore him so much

sdfjslkfjldjf "thinking face" i love that actually. mood.

ok ok google chrome is good!! also i think there is private browsing on safari? yeah i just checked you can get to it on phone or computer. lmao for me safari is better on my phone and then chrome is better on computer. the private browsing is v e r y important lol. ok yeah discord is... yeah. very good.

wait wait wait i'm obsessed with that lyric??? hang on i gotta listen to that song.

sdjfsldkfj dude dw about it. ahhhh grocery stores,,,, yeah. so true. BEARS ??? BESTIE WHAT ???? also oh my god i have yet to do the camping in backyard thing but ur making me want to... but BEARS ??? WEHJFDSHIOWJDLSKJF ???? ooooh omg rain and writing that is such a vibe!!! i am wishing you all the rain and all the writing motivation and inspiration <33

hmm. i do not like camping. i just don't vibe with all the bugs and all the outside stuff. i'd prefer to just sit inside and read a fic about my favorite characters going camping LMAO.

OOOOH BESTIE I HAVE SO MANY PLAYLISTS HANG ON. ok well the strangest name is "you stupid bitch why him" and it's just songs that are aggressively straight and cliche and make me think of my middle school crush who was kinda a shithead. my best playlist name is probably "good luck lmao" which is just a bunch of sapphic yearning songs that i made for my friend. or "crime time" which is just a bunch of angry sounding songs that mostly sound the same.

uhhh. i think i get along with little kids pretty well for like. the first hour? and then i get tired and im just like. yup. cool. wow. i want to kick you into the sun.

oooh my dream job... i think it was to be a doctor? or an actor? yeah both of those at some point lol

favorite fruit is oranges <33333 don't mind apples tho

oh god... i guess i really wish i could find... hhh my memory is not cooperating. whoa you said that earlier we're twins. soulmates. besties. uhhh. oh!! when i was youngish i made the lego millenium falcon thingy. and then lost it. and i was so sad. sure would like that back at some point. i don't even like star wars lol. oh wait also every single stuffed animal i ever lost track of. i want them all

what's your favorite liminal space? thoughts on uquizzes? do you watch youtube a lot? strangest/best name you have for a playlist? what would you do if you met your clone? thoughts on thunderstorms?

#plu answers #a-mere-chaotic-queer #🌵anon

[kinnoth]

AVENGERS INFINITY WAR MEGATHREAD

-really doubt i'm gonna be able to finish this movie so we'll just see where i get to

- we already know how i feel about loki and thor, we don't need to revisit this

- ok but if i were going to revisit this, i mean come on, who wants to talk about "hela draws her power from asgard, same as you" cos i wanna talk about that

like what if that's the reason thor, god of thunder, king to a civilisation of warriors, was unable to fend off like, 4 dudes and a big purple dinosaur? the royal family of asgard draws its power from asgard, and without it, they are weak, they are mortal. maybe that's why heimdall is unable to just, you know, bifrost everybody off the fucking ship the minute it comes under attack. maybe that's why loki can't fucking conjure up a swarm of fucking microscopic knives to fillet the invaders from the inside out. MAYBE THAT'S WHY LOKI TRIES TO KILL THANOS WITH A FUCKING DAGGER. BECAUSE TAKE AWAY HIS POWER, TAKE AWAY HIS GODHOOD, WHAT DOES HE HAVE LEFT OTHER THAN HIS WILE, HIS TRICKS AND HIS BROTHER

WHAT IF IN SAVING THE UNIVERSE AND DESTROYING ASGARD, THEY'VE LOST EVERYTHING INCLUDING WHAT MAKES THEM GODS

somebody talk about this

- etc etc what if the reason loki is unable to attack the purple dinosaur with magic is because when he tackled thor earlier, he used whatever magic he had left to spare in order to heal him

checks out cos thor goes from flat on his face to swinging his fists in the space of like 30 seconds and the only thing to happen to him in between is said bit about loki tackling him

- why does heimdall save hulk? i mean, i could understand it if he were trying to aim the bifrost at thor and somebody somehow knocked off his aim and he accidentally saves hulk, but like, we've established that heimdall's loyalty is to the royal seat of asgard upon whom sits thor's mighty ass. thor who, in this scene, has just been incapacitated by a metal eggshell(?) and is at the mercy of their assailants. given heimdall's priorities, it is baffling to the point of inconceivability that he would preferentially save fucking HULK over his own king.

- if this next scene isn't the guardians of the galaxy coming across thor clutching loki's dead fucking body floating through space then i don't know why any of us are even here

- "he sent loki! the attack on new york was thanos!" makes no sense? like, if loki's scepter had the mind stone in it, which we established it did in the last movie when we broke it open to retrieve vision, then.....why didn't thanos just....take the mind stone in the first place? cos rock collecting is and has always been his goal?

what, do you think that just because you assert a thing makes us forget all the shit that happened before?

- i.....am actually with tony stark. why don't they just destroy the stones they have so that thanos can't get to them? oh, you made a promise? well promises change and circumstances change! you tell him tony! you tell that stupid fucker --

oh my god i'm gonna be ill

- i think the only person whose ego can match tony stark's is probably a neurosurgeon so 👍 i guess

-i love how we immediately went back to the "so dark can't see shit" aesthetic after ragnorak because ensuring that one's audience can SEE what is HAPPENING IN YOUR MOVIE is apparently for radical directors like taika waititi

- cannot believe that tony stark staring at captain america's phone number is being played with the same emotional intensity as thor losing his soulmate entire people

- honestly how many times is the mcu gonna invoke 9/11 imagery til someone calls them out for being terrorists

- lmao i know i said this before but peter's spidey senses tingling AFTER the giant alien anus has already started sucking up new york and it is right outside his window is fucking hilarious. that's just called using your eyeballs peter

- "friday notify first responders about the giant alien anus sucking up new york" lol like the first thing somebody did when the alien anus showed up wasn't to fucking call 911 GREAT IDEA TONY

- still can't believe that they let failed neurosurgeon dr strange do more magic than god of tricks and sorcery loki lol

- i know i rag on dr strange a lot about the fact that he's a neurosurgeon it's just that he sucks.

as a neurosurgeon eyy.

- i hate that peter parker has to be here!!!!! leave him alone!!!!!

- tony stark should not be allowed within 100 feet of children or minorities

- it is very weird to me that steve "brooklyn" rogers has an area code from georgia

- since when was hela a half-sister? ODIN'S DAUGHTER AND THOR'S BLOODED SIBLINGS OR BUST YOU FUCKING COWARDS

- i am very disappointed that thor is going to go get another weapon after we spent the whole last movie talking about how he is not the god of hammers

- i just need thor to have much more PTSD than he has right now. fucking hulk has ptsd. maybe they're saving the ptsd for later. one can only hope.

- i am glad that they are letting him be cleverer though

- THEY ARE LETTING VISION DATE A TEENAGER WHY

GOD. FUCKING GROSS.

- wait when did vision turn into a white man again? did i miss that movie?

- i am disappointed that vision the computer techno robot apparently has a penis. like what a stupid limitation to give your computer techno robot, gender. 🙄

- i think that the mass destruction of infrastructure and architecture in the MCU is because of the pg13 no blood limitation that disney has set? like there's no way to show destruction to the body, so one may only show the exponential destruction to one's surroundings. like imagine how much more dramatic intensity you could wring out of a regular fight scene would be if people were allowed to bleed?

- cannot believe that a computer techno robot and a witch are having a punch up with the bad guys. of all people to fight with something not their fists, it's these two

- wanda has no enhanced strength or durability? she's a regular teenager who's a bit witchy. the first time she got thrown through a glass door should have shattered her vertebrae. again i don't understand why we insist that everybody must have the same powers and capabilities when it's clear they don't. think about how much more interesting it would be if some avengers were more fragile than others and had to be given accommodations as such

- IT IS INCONCEIVABLE TO ME THAT FUCKING BLACK WIDOW (regular human), CAPTAIN AMERICA (enhanced human), AND FALCON (regular human with wings) CAN DEFEAT THE CHILDREN OF THANOS WHEN THOR COULDN'T UNLESS THOR (god of fucking thunder carved of steel and stone) WAS NERFED

- still don't understand how we'll lend aliens afro features but not afro hair, like, seriously? you're gonna dream up green aliens with gills who look like black people but imagining them with black hair is a step too far?

- the gap of commentary in this liveblog is simply because i do not care at all for the galaxy defenders

- "earth just lost her best defender" who? who does captain america consider earth's best defender? it's not thor; he doesn't know thor's presumed dead. it's not tony; he doesn't know tony's on an alien anus. who else has died so far?

- love how exhausted bucky looks. have always loved how exhausted bucky looks. love bucky.

- i forgot that tony was with peter parker. god i hate that.

- "i'm peter btw"

"dr strange"

"oh you're using the made up names then. i'm spider man"

ok that was cute, but peter's cute, we knew that already

- i want to fling both strange and stark into space and i'm having a hard time deciding which one to push first

- "you went to bed hungry, scraping for scraps" oohhhh thanos is just anti-poor people, he would literally rather poor people be dead than struggle, i get it nowww

this is on brand for mcu

- oh my god thanos gets 2/6 stones by torturing siblings in front of other siblings, seriously? you couldn't come up with 6 different ways to find his stupid rocks you had to reuse one twice?

- which one of thor's friends was stabbed through the heart....? fandral??

- "if i don't get my vengeance what more could i lose" more like what else is there eh? what else is there for a king of no people but their vengeance?

- CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE HIM BACK AN EYEBALL JESUS CHRIST IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THOR RAGNORAK JUST SAY SO YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO FUCKING

VEHICLE FOR AUTHORITARIANISM, NOTHING IS ALLOWED TO CHANGE, FUCK YOUR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I GOT MINE

FUCK

- i do enjoy that thor is now science fiction rather than fantasy, i don't think anybody knew what to do with fantasy cos fantasy is again, ultimately about conservatism and the status quo. so i do like that we're embracing the new and boundless for whatever that's worth.

- marvel is a cesspool of toxic masculinity. at no point are characters allowed to actually feel anything because weakness is uncool i guess and therefore unmanful. like thor lost ALL OF HIS PEOPLE. fucking ALL of them. he watched his brother die in order to save him. he is not allowed a single fucking response of mourning. i don't care if he's pushing it back because revenge or whatever, this is the sort of grief that rules you, which will bring all your load bearing structures down to heel, and they let him do nothing; he does not even rage. perfect control. smooth witticisms. why. why aren't we allowed to see his sadness?

- yo i can't believe red skull is a scifi villain now lol space nazis for real

- OH MY GOD THEY WASHED BUCKY'S WIG AND IT LOOKS SO BAD

- michael b jordan was right btw wakanda is complicit in africa's exploitation

- i do LIKE black panther i guess in the way you technically like that cousin you met once when you were like 9 and never saw again?

i like how we have here in wakanda the sears tower (chicago), the batman building (nashville), and the gherkin (london)

- ok but like, presumably not a death cult super technologically advanced wakandans who are deffo made of human flesh and human blood still arm their people with spears

i mean unless wakanda is also a death cult

why is this chicks entire fucking face cgi'd she looks like a fucking cut scene video game character

- oh ok they have LASER spears, ok

so then why did they give bucky a fucking gun

- what is bucky supposed to be able to contribute here exactly, like fucking, again, he's spycraft isn't he? he's a one man, dead of night, operation go loud and then immediately silent kinda operation. why do they have him on the front lines of a fucking lock-step formation battle??

- "it will be the noblest ending in history" WHAT, FIRST COUNTRY TO EVER BE OVERUN BY ALIEN JACKALS??

- stormbreaker is just leviathan axe, somebody's said this already right

- omfg i'm so glad they're finally acknowledging that thor is OP as fuck and does not belong amongst the fucking squabbles of earth

-"titan was like most planets, too many mouths to feed not enough to go around, so i proposed a plan, dispassionate to rich and poor alike" JUST SAY YOU HATE POOR PEOPLE MCU. YOU CANNOT HAVE RICH AND POOR, YOU CANNOT HAVE DISPARITY, YOU CANNOT HAVE SOME WITH TOO MUCH AND OTHERS WITH NOT ENOUGH AND CALL IT EXTINCTION. THAT IS NOT A QUESTION OF OVERTAXED RESOURCES THAT IS A QUESTION OF RESOURCE FUCKING MANAGEMENT. IT IS AN ARTIFICIAL CRISIS IF THERE EXISTS ENOUGH TO GO AROUND BUT SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST HOARDING IT THAT'S WHEN YOU KILL THOSE PEOPLE AND TAKE THEIR SHARE. KILLING HALF THE PEOPLE IS THE KIND OF FUCKING SOLUTION TO INEQUALITY THAT RICH PEOPLE COME UP WITH

GOD. ITS LIKE NONE OF YOU EVER READ

-you've got the big fucking boss in an ambush AND YOU ATTACK HIM WITH A MAGIC SWORD STEVEN STRANGE?????

THIS FRANCHISE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO UTILISE MAGIC USERS FUCKING HELL

- when will somebody please utilise ironman like the one man artillery he fucking is WHY IS HE FIGHTING WITH HIS STUPID FISTS HE IS LITERALLY ONE CONTINUOUS CARPET BOMB JUST USE HIM THAT WAY

cut of his arm CUT OFF HIS ARM YOU BLOODLESS SPINELESS USELESS FUCKING CUNTS . this is a manufactured crisis, KIND OF LIKE THE ONES THANOS LIKES I GUESS LOL

- dr strange could have very easily prevented or stopped quill from punching thanos but he didn't cos i guess even the movie forgets steven strange exists sometimes

- i like that the shield around wakanda has the same weakness as a poorly constructed chicken coop -- you always build into the ground a couple feet to stop the diggers man, come on, what is this, your first energy shield?

- oh disgusting, a girl boss moment. whatever you're all fascists.

- nobody adores martial might like fascists do fucking change my mind

- " avengers: not one person in this fucking cast is able to stomach ANY AMOUNT of personal sacrifice" more like

- "why did you give away the time stone?" "we are in the endgame" THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER THAT'S A FUCKING MOVIE TEASER FUCK YOU

- why didn't strange just trap thanos in a timeloop again? we've already established that is a perfectly acceptable way to deal with planetary annihilation. IS IT POSSIBLY BECAUSE NOBODY ON THIS WRITING STAFF KNOWS HOW TO DEAL WITH MAGIC

- THOR OP BLIZZARD PLS NERF

-CAPTAIN MARVEL SERIOUSLY THAT'S WHO YOU'RE GONNA SEND YOUR LAST PAGE TO JESUS FUCKING DISGUSTING

#the asshole liveblogs #avengers infinity war #internal thor tag

[stillwithkoo]

Kiss me, Heal me. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When Jungkook gets injured just before an important game, he sets out to find his soulmate to heal him. In a world where soulmates can heal all kinds of illnesses by kissing, he’s desperate to find his, even if he doesn’t know you yet. What happens if he does find you? Will you kiss a stranger who claims to be your soulmate?

WC: 3k+

tags: idiots and enemies to lovers, a lil slowburn, a bit of angst, soulmate culture, smut in the future.

pls don’t repost my fic anywhere, if i ever find out you stole my fic idea you’ll regret it. thanks :)

A/N: this is unedited as always so sowee 👅💋 hope ya still like it tho! enjoy loves. :)

I also rec. listening to these songs while reading this: sigrid - mine right now, and Let Go by BTS.

chapter summary: You were about to kiss Jungkook to finally get the whole ordeal over with and never talk to him again. But then, someone familiar shows up to ruin it all.

You had a lovely dessert at your fave icecream shop, courtesy to Jungkook for giving you free banana sundaes. Charlie came along too of course, as if she’d pass up free icecream. You talked about when you were gonna do it, and you clarified if his girlfriend really approved the whole situation. He said she did, and you were relieved but at the same time still nervous about it. You were gonna kiss Jungkook, and it was gonna be your first.(the boy you bumped your lip with cos he snapped his head towards you so fast doesn’t count so) Just thinking about it is giving you all the nerves.

Your first kiss was really gonna be for pity huh. how unfortunate for you. At least you’re helping someone, someone that’s your soulmate that is. The good thing about having soulmates in this world is at least, they’re purposeful. Not like the ones you read in books who are just soulmates and then what? they kiss and fall in love- lmao what do they contribute to society? maybe you’re bitter cos no one’s ever liked you before, but you at least have a point, No matter how shitty it is.

Anyway, After you guys finished your dessert Charlie went home, as you both decided to do the thing now at his place. In his room. When you arrived at Jungkook’s dorm room, you noticed that it was clean and quite organized. Not really what you were expecting a guy’s room to be. He had posters of linkin park, and IU lmao. Albeit, you were really surprised that the jock’s room was neat. Your zoning out was interrupted by the hot jock speaking.

“Uh…You should make yourself comfortable Y/N. I mean, you can. Let’s get it done with so it’ll be over and I don’t have to bother you anymore.” He said not meaning to be cold, but just being honest. “Of course.” you replied indifferently. You sat on his bed as you didn’t really find somewhere else that was comfortable to do your smooching- lol smooching, now you’ve become cringy.

Jungkook sat soon after- he changed his shirt, which he asked you if you didn’t mind as men didn’t have such big tits anyway, and he was trying to make the mood lighter. You agreed of course, you didn’t mind seeing shirtless men. You had male neighbors before who didn’t even care to put on a shirt when they went out. Also, you didn’t understand why girls in kdramas would scream if they saw one, it wasn’t such a big deal. But then you thought, maybe it’s because koreans are conservative that’s why they’re shocked when they see shirtless guys.

Actually, you did mind that Jungkook changed in front of you. His abs were so delectable you wanted to lick them. You weren’t a pervert but you were kinda a pervert, let’s stop kidding here. And you were quite sure that his body was sculpted by the gods themselves. And his biceps were so big- ughh you wanted to be choked by them and let him end your misery. Was he really your soulmate? what did you do in your past life to deserve him? But then again, it doesn’t matter. He has a girlfriend and he’ll never like you. He’s way too out of your league and you’re aware of it. Nevertheless, it still didn’t stop the way your heart jumped when he told you, “You really wouldn’t mind right? I am your soulmate after all.” And then he smirked right after.

That beautifully annoying smirk of his,that you’ve now come to hate. And now you’re both sat on his bed, preparing for the inevitable. He breaks the awkwardness when he talks first,“Um…so can we do it now?” he asks. “Uh, yea.” you shyly replied. He leaned towards you, face inching closer, closer than ever and just when he was 1cm from your lips the door opened, astounding you both from the person who just got in.

“Chaeyoung? what are you doing here?” Jungkook asked the girl who just barged in. Chaeyoung? is she his girlfriend? “Baby, I wanted to see you. I realized just how much i missed you. But who’s she? are you cheating on me?” her tone suddenly raised when she realized how close the two of you were.

“No chae, you’ve got it wrong. This is Y/N. My soulmate. I’ve told you about her right?” Jungkook said. “Oh. yea. So are you done doing it yet?” she asked looking at you menacingly. “No we haven’t yet, because you barged in. Can you leave for a bit so we can have some privacy?” Jungkook replied.

“Me? leaving? no way kook. I just came here, and if she’s gonna kiss you then I might as well be here so there’s no funny business that’s gonna happen.”

“lmao, as if anything’s gonna happen.” you retorted mumbling a bit. “Excuse me, what did you say?” she asked you. “Oh, nothing.” you said with sarcasm hinting your voice. “Okay chae, why are you here again? we talked about this already. You agreed,” Jungkook said, confused.

“Yes, but… as I’ve said, I missed you Kook. And now I realized I can’t bear to see you kiss someone else. Can we just find another way?” she dramatically whined.

“Chae, it’s just gonna be a short kiss. It’s better and easier than doing a blood transfusion. You know I’m afraid of needles…” Jungkook reasoned. “But Kook! I really can’t handle letting you, my boyfriend- kiss someone else. Please…Just do the blood transfusion…” She then sobbed with her crocodile tears. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice it, or he at least pretended not to notice how fake her tears were. You did though.

“Fine. I’ll do it for you, because I want to save this-” Jungkook seemed to remember you were still in the room, and he looked towards you. Chaeyoung seemed to remember too, so she screamed in joy interrupting him from continuing what he was gonna say and chaeyoung hugged her boyfriend, thanking him a lot.

You went home after the drama that happened, though you didn’t know why you were a bit disappointed that you failed your mission? lmao, kissing jungkook was your mission? You should stop having stupid thoughts, it won’t do you any good. It won’t save your stone cold but still fragile heart. You thought about what Jungkook was almost gonna say, what did he mean by saving their… relationship? was it relationship that he was gonna say? could it be that they were having it rough? If they’re gonna break up then, that means you still have a chance. You smacked your head with your hand, now you were just being delusional. You shouldn’t wish for people to break up ughh, what was happening to you. You weren’t really like this.

This soulmate thing is just messing with your head. And he’s messing with your head. Your phone beeped and you opened it to see a message from Jungkook. He said if you were up to do the blood transfusion tomorrow, and you replied yes. Blood transfusion is another way to heal soulmates, though it’s draining. You and your soulmate’s blood is believed to have healing properties. made just for the both of you, if you gave it to another person it wouldn’t have any effect. It’d just be a normal blood transfusion.

You and Jungkook walked inside the soulmate hospital, you had made small talk on the way there. You encouraged and comforted him that it’ll be alright, that It’ll feel like just an ant biting you. He agreed with you but he still looked nervous. After a while, the doctor came and asked you both if you were ready to start the procedure and you both said yes, but jungkook said if he could talk to you for a bit, before you start with it. “Jungkook are you okay? What did you want to talk about?” You asked, concern etched in your face.

“Y/N…I’m still kinda nervous about this whole thing. It’s too embarrassing to say this but I got traumatized when I was a child. The nurse before accidentally injected me in the wrong place and the needle almost broke. What if it happens again?” He looked so scared, you felt really bad for him.“Jungkook I’m sorry that happened to you. If you don’t wanna do it right now, I understand and it’s okay with me. But i think the doctor that’s gonna assist us is great and I’m positive he won’t make a mistake like that. Let’s just have faith on the positive side.” You tried to assure him.

“And Jungkook, I’m here. I won’t let them make a mistake, even if they do, I’ll sue them for even just rubbing the wrong alcohol in your arm. So don’t worry to much, I’m here. Were in this together.” You said comforting him. He smiled a little at what you said, it seemed to have calmed down his nerves a little.“Fine, I’ll do it. But, you need to promise not to laugh at me if I scream okay?” you nodded and said yes.

After an hour the transfusion was done and you were now both heading home. or you were at least. “Jungkook I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.” you said. “Yeah…I guess I was just a big coward. But thanks anyway, for helping me and all. I can finally go back to practice and live my life like I used to.” Yeah, a life without me. Of course, just the way it is. “Thank you really Y/N. You don’t know how grateful I am for you. For finding you.” He stared at you for so long, you’re afraid you’d melt soon. “Eh, it’s no biggie. I am a good person after all. An angel if you must know,” You said with a teasing tone at the end.

“Of course you are. Thank you again my angel, for healing me. Though I would’ve preferred it more if you used the other method-” Jungkook stopped talking when his phone rang. It was his girlfriend chaeyoung you assumed. Since he looked quite disoriented. “Uh, Y/N it was chae. She said she’ll pick me up. Are you going home now? you could ride with us and I’ll drop you off to your place.” He offered.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll just take the bus or walk. It’s good exercise anyway.” You replied. You didn’t wanna third wheel with them. “Oh, are you sure? it’s the least I could do to repay you.” “Yeah, I’m sure. And you better not forget my lifetime supply of free banana sundaes and one favor that I could ask from you at any time.” You reminded him.

“Oh right. I almost forgot. And here I thought you were a real angel.” He joked. “Excuse me, of course I am. You’re just indebted to an angel that’s why you need to pay.” you retorted. The bus came and you decided to skip exercise for another day. “I’m just gonna ride the bus. Goodbye kook, hope I’ll never see you again except to give me my free sundaes.” You teased him. “Hey, I hope I never see you again too!” He taunted back.

And you rode the bus getting away from him, too scared that you might stare at him again, and never forget his face.

You didn’t know why your head wouldn’t stop pounding. Your nose wouldn’t stop sneezing, your throat felt like hell and you felt literally sick. Maybe you were sick. Ugh. What a bad timing to get the flu. You were feeling weak since the blood transfusion some days ago, and now you’re quite sure you’ve got the flu. Wth. The doctor did say though, there were side effects of resisting the natural way to heal soulmates. Urgh. You hated that you had to suffer like this. Stupid Jungkook and his stupid cute face. You were still scrolling thru his instagram, yas you gave each other your social media accs. You wanted to save money than buying load so it was easier. Fortunately had free wifi in your dorm, though it was unstable sometimes.

He posted something recently on his account, you noticed. It was Him in his soccer uniform, captioned with “I’m back y'all. I missed working hard during practice 👅 or noT-” He still looked good as ever. You think he dyed his hair blond? or was it just the tips? whatever. It was hidden in the cap he was wearing, lmao he looked like a baseball player more than a soccer one. Meanwhile he was looking like a God, you were here looking like you were dying. Just your casual look even worse. Also seeing his girlfriend’s comment just made your migraine worse. She said something about Jungkook being hot. Wew, wish everyone could have a boyfriend as hot as him. You said sarcastically in your thoughts.

You were too sick to go to class today, so you texted Charlie you wouldn’t be able to come because of your annoying flu. You also asked her to buy some paracetamol and decongestants. You were gonna sleep it off and hopefully, after a few days you’ll get better. You can’t afford to miss any class and you had a part time job as a tutor in your university that you should do.

When Charlie found out that you were still ill, and it’s been 5 days already, she made up a plan. You weren’t gonna like it, but maybe you’ll thank her someday. She had a knack that you would. So she texted the only person that knew how to help you. She texted Jungkook, your cute ass soulmate.

Jungkook was busy with practice and trying not to die from his girlfriend’s wrath. They were fighting again, that’s just what they do these days. And he was kinda sick of it, to be honest. If they weren’t fighting, she’s ignoring him. And if he ignores her back, she’ll just blame it on him for not communicating with her. He wasn’t even sure if he still liked her? He’s been contemplating his feelings for her for so long now. He was out of his reverie when he got a text from someone. It was Charlie? What would Charlie want with him? He read it and saw that it was bout Y/N. She was sick? Charlie told him that she got sick because of helping him, so he needs to help her too. Jungkook asked her how he could help, and charlie said, he just needed to be with her. To take care of her.

He was busy but finding out his soulmate was sick because of him, made him feel guilty and shitty too. So he agreed to Charlie’s plan. He’ll surprise her at her dorm. ‘Cause the girl may have hinted that y/n didn’t want to see him, so he’ll just have to surprise her.

When Jungkook arrived at your dorm, charlie accompanied him and told him where your room was. He was holding a fruit basket but there was also 2 boxes of ramen in it. lol. He even bought you a Peppa Pig stuffed toy, because Charlie said it’d cheer you up. Did you really like Peppa Pig? whatever. Charlie went home right away- after pushing Jungkook to knock on the door.

You were expecting Charlie when you opened the door, And you didn’t expect to see him instead. It didn’t help that he looked handsome and cute as ever too. He was in his casual polo shirt and skinny tight ripped jeans, and you couldn’t help but gawk at him for a few seconds. “What are you doing here Jungkook?” You asked. You were also reminded of your current physical state. You looked like trash.

“Uh… I came to see if you were okay. How are you doing?” He asked, “I’m fine Jungkook. You didn’t have to come here.” You didn’t mean to be rude, but you didn’t want him to see you like this. Ugly and sick. Or more like uglier, since you were already ugly to you. You were embarrassed to be seen by him like this you guessed. “You don’t look fine to me though? Are you sure?” He retorted.

“I’m sure kook, why ask if you knew already anyway?” you couldn’t hold back from being a bitch today. You still felt like shit and he just had to see it too. You just had to see him too. “I’m sorry then. Stop being a twat, I bought some ramen and fruits.” He said, holding them out to you. And you finally noticed the fruit basket he was holding. You also noticed something else. “Is that a Peppa pig plushie? Wtf.” You commented.

“Um, yea Charlie said you’d like it- I mean I thought you’d like it…” he said, caught in his lie but he still tried to save her. Though you knew better that he really planned this with your friend. traitors. You were gonna take your revenge after you’re healed.“Drop it Jungkook, I know charlie sent you here.” You said coldly, “Also, you shouldn’t have listened to her. I hate peppa pig. But thanks anyway.” You replied as you took the plushie and placed it somewhere.

“I also bought more of your meds, I’ll just put them here.” He said as he placed some paracetamol on your table. “I’ll cook some ramen now, You want some right?” He inquired. “Yeah, I guess.”

Jungkook and you ate your ramen in peace for the time being. After eating, he made sure you drank your meds, and you both cuddled in your bed to watch Shrek on your laptop. You didn’t wanna cuddle him but he insisted, even if you told him he might get sick too, and then you’ll both be sick. How will you take care of each other then? He just shrugged it off. It was like that for a few days, though you still felt nauseous. It was on the last day that you were sick that something happened. Something you didn’t expect, and should never have happened.

You were both watching twilight: breaking dawn part 1 where Bella looked like shit carrying Renesmee inside her, when he asked you something. “Y/N…” “What is it kook? you’re interrupting the movie.” “Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Yea i guess. now shut up, let’s get back to watching the movie.” You told him. “But you still feel like shit right? maybe like bella except less worse. What if I suggest something?” He was looking at you, body turned to you but you were too dumb to notice. “I’m fine Kook, I’m giving you one last chance to shut the hell up.” You taunted him, He didn’t seem to be offended by it even just a little.

“What if I do the natural way to make you feel better?” He was asking you a weird question. What is he even suggesting? “What do you mean you idiot?” You said, still not paying too much attention on him. You were still trying to watch the damn movie, or at least pretending to do so. Even though his nice scenting cologne, and his attractiveness was really distracting.

“What if I did this-” He grabbed your face and sealed your lips with his. What the actual fuck. He’s kissing you. And you’re letting him. You’re letting him because you want to, of course. That’s the only thing not stopping him. You wanted him to kiss you too. Oh, you were feeling better already. Is this what a soulmate’s healing kiss feels like? it feels surreal. Like sparks flying and your soul ascending wtf.

You don’t even know how to kiss someone, but you kissed him back. His tongue asking permission to enter your mouth. And then, you were french kissing him. Wow, who knew your perverted ass could be a pro at this. He suddenly stopped kissing you, and you were afraid he regretted it. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we met you know? At least now, we’re even.” He’s so annoying. You really hate him a lot.

You couldn’t really speak, you were catching your breath too. You suddenly felt shy and hugged peppa pig kook instead, yeah. That’s what you named the plushie he gave you. Will he leave now? or will you make out forever? What does he mean by doing all of this? What about Chaeyoung? Ugh. Whatever, it doesn’t matter 'cause it feels like he’s yours right now. As he always should’ve been.

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[despairdiseases]

a quiet, not quite a morning

lmao look at me trying to write fluff, which I absolutely can’t do. this is a continuation of this .This can be read as (touchy) platonic or romantic but I think of it as romantic...

okay, dark side Virgil au go!

Pairings: anxceitmus

Word count: 1,080

Warnings: unsympathetic!Patton, unsympathetic!Roman, unsympathetic!Logan, sympathetic!Deceit, sympathetic!Remus, swearing

Summary: A quiet afternoon gets interrupted because the Light sides are meanies >:(

It has been exactly five weeks and three days since Virgil left the "Light" sides, and things were getting better. Virgil didn't have night terrors anymore, he didn't have an anxiety attack in two weeks, he made progress.

It was morning, well, more like noon, but that didn't matter. It always rained outside, in the Darkscape. To be honest, Virgil kind of liked it, at least there wasn't the constant heavy silence when no one was talking. The radio was on, playing a song that Virgil didn't know the name of. He guessed it was one of those lofi ones. He liked those songs better than the constant loud Disney playing on repeat. Much better.

"Well, well, well, look who's up."

Virgil glanced around the kitchen and spotted Dee leaning against the wall. The smiled softly and handed the tired side his coffee, "Here, you need it more than me."

Dee looked at the coffee and then back at Virgil, "Judging by the eye bags under your eyes, I don't guess so."

"Ha, ha, very funny," Virgil poured himself another cup. He leaned against the counter and looked at Dee, "Where's Remus?"

"Awake in his bed."

Virgil nodded, sipping on his coffee.

"How come you are the last one awake?" Dee asked.

The anxious side shrugged, "Couldn't sleep, I guess. And before you say anything, I didn't wanna bother you with my nonexistent sleep habits...again."

"Yes, because you are totally bothering us. We hate it when you ask us for help and told you a million times that when you can't sleep or aren't feeling well to stay in your room and don't tell us about it," Dee did not look impressed as he sipped on his coffee. He walked closer to Virgil, putting his head onto his shoulder, "We don't care about you at all and want you to be miserable."

Virgil brought an arm around Dee and placed in on his back, "I know, I know, just...old habits die hard. I am sorry."

"You should be sorry, it's all your fault."

"Again, old habits die hard, but hey, at least I didn't have a night terror again, that's progress."

Dee didn't respond, he just looked at Virgil, tired eyes scanning all over his face. He leaned in, placing a kiss on Virgil's cheek.

"Ew, disgusting."

The pair turned around to see Remus, dressed in nothing but boxers, standing in the doorway.

Virgil rolled his eyes, "You're the one to talk."

Remus didn't say anything, instead opening the fridge and crouching to look inside.

Dee raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? You just woke up and you aren't going for the food?"

"If it makes you feel any better I forgot dinner yesterday."

"Why yes, that makes me feel a thousand times better. One sleeps, the other eats. Do I not have the only brain cell in here?" Dee put his now empty mug into the sink and went to sit at the table.

"By the way," Virgil said, "Do you know what day it is?"

Dee squinted his eyes for a second, "Uhhh, Tuesday, why?"

"The others and Thomas are filming today, so don't be surprised if I just randomly sink out," Virgil sipped his coffee once more before placing it into the sink, watching as Remu poured himself some cereal with water and scrunched up his nose, "How can you eat that?"

Remus smiled at him and shrugged his shoulders, "What can I say, I am what the gods fear," he took a spoonful of the cereal water and ate it. Both Dee and Virgil physically cringed, to which Remus replied, "Cowards."

And so, the three dark sides gathered around the television, not even paying attention to what was playing on it. Virgil was on his phone, scrolling through his Tumblr feed, while Dee verbally judged Remus for his food choices. It was in the afternoon that Dee and Remus decided to get dresses, both heading to their separate rooms, leaving Virgil alone in the living room. After a while of mindless scrolling, he started feeling....tingly. His mouth tasted like iron. His feet and fingers were itching. No, not now. Not here. Not today. Virgil put his phone aside and turned his head to look at where the bedrooms were located, "Hey, hey guys, It- it's-"

Before Virgil could finish the sentence he had appeared in Thomas' living room. He shut his eyes for a second, not being used to such light, "Ugh, what do you want?"

Logan was the one who spoke first, "Virgil has been feeling rather unmotivated today, and we suspect it is your doing."

"Yeah," Virgil finally opened his eyes, "Sorry to break it to you, but I got up like, eight minutes ago and have been feeling pretty chill, so I don't think I am the problem here. Isn't Princey all about motivation and stuff?"

Roman scoffed and crossed his arms, "Why yes, blame it all on me. That's just like you, not taking responsibility for anything."

Virgil pulled his hood up, "Oh, Princey, you're so easily offended, but as I said, I am less anxious than I normally am, so I am not the problem here."

"For once..." mumbled Logan.

"Kiddo, I know you like dark and angsty things, but maybe try not to bring the atmosphere down so much?" Patton asked with a plastic smile on his face.

Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed, "I told you not to call me that. Also, since I am not the problem here, I am gonna go, break a leg trying to figure this out by yourselves," he slowly sank back out.

"Don't come back!" Roman shouted.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Princey..."

When he did sink back into the Darkscape, Remus and Deceit were already laying on the couch. Virgil went to lay across the couple's legs, "Ugh, just how annoying can they be? 'Thomas is feeling bad so Anxiety must be doing this!' Fucking god, I really hate them sometimes."

"Sometimes?" sniffed Remus.

Virgil chuckled, "All the time."

"Now that sounds more like it, stormcloud!"

Virgil glanced at the tv, "What are we watching?"

"The black cauldron," replied Dee.

Virgil furrowed his eyebrows, "Huh, never saw that. I mean, I wanted to, but Roman never let us watch it on movie nights, apparently, it's "too dark for a Disney movie'"

Remus smiled, "What's wrong with a little darkness? If anything it is the best Disney movie of all the time."

Virgil smiled back, "Agreed."

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