#they were literally like my god I can't believe you're this stupid. so what else did you do

[suiana]

your boyfriend has been acting weird lately (various yandere characters x gn reader) (ANGSTOBER DAY 2)

"babe are you-"

"can you quit talking? seriously, you're so damn annoying."

"...i only wanted to ask whether you were hungry..."

you stare at your boyfriend, lips pursed as he continues to type away on his phone. he's been like this for three weeks now. getting mad at you for no reason, cursing at you... did you do something wrong?

all you ever wanted was to be a good significant other and he's acting like he's on his period or something! jesus, can't he be a little bit more mature too?! picking fights with you for no reason, making a big fuss over nothing... and not even telling you why?!

...

you know what?

you had it with him.

"hey, what's your problem huh?! why are you so edgy nowadays huh? did i do something wrong?!"

your once loving boyfriend stares at you, eyes and mouth wide at your sudden outburst. he takes a moment to compose himself, eyebrows furrowing the second he thinks things through.

"god you're so damn stupid. I've been repeatedly telling you, haven't i? i hate you. what can't you understand?! this is why I'm always getting mad, damnit!"

you scoff at him, arms folded in front of your chest as you try to keep your cool... only for your anger to get the better of you, resulting in a screaming festival between you and your boyfriend.

"hate me? you can't expect me to believe that. not when you were literally obsessed with me up till three weeks ago?!"

"i-"

"you used to threaten people just for looking at me! you even tried to kill someone because they asked for my number! and now you want me to believe that you hate me? stop with your bullshit."

".. actually-"

"oh. are you seeing someone else? is that what this is? you're trying to make me break up with you, is that it?"

"n-... you know what? yeah, yeah it is. i want to break up with you. I've found someone else that i love more than you."

your boyfriend states, eyes dead as he stares straight at you. he breathes calmly, as if he weren't affected by this at all. meanwhile, your heart felt as though it had shattered into many tiny pieces. tears fell from your eyes, unable to be held back any longer as you broke down, falling to your knees as the male just stares at you stoicly.

"let's never see each other again."

he mumbles, turning on his heel, swiftly leaving you alone to wallow in your sadness in the once lively apartment. shit... you hadn't expected things to end like this.

"he's a fucking jerk..."

you think through your tears, vision blurry as you clutch your chest. you really loved him and he just?? left?? how could he be so heartless?

if he didn't love you he could've just said something about it. he didn't have to be so mean and hurt your feelings before finally bringing up another person! god damnit, why did you have to fall for such a person?!

you cried, wailing as you cursed your now ex-boyfriend.

"fuck! i hate you! i hate you so much! i hope i never see you again! just disappear from my life! you just left me to die here! stupid ex-boyfriend! i hate giving you my love!"

what you didn't know however, was that your 'heartless' boyfriend had stood outside your door, frowning at your every word, regretting everything he had done up until that moment. because he had loved you too. truly.

he loved you so damn much that he wanted to tear out his hair every single time he was mean to you. he wanted to tell you that he didn't mean any single one of those hurtful words. he wanted to cry and beg for your forgiveness every single time he did anything hurtful to you.

but it was for your own good. it was to keep you safe. and if he needed to hurt you to keep you safe, he'd do it. because he loved you too much to see someone else hurt you.

and being with him meant that there was always a risk of you getting hurt. so how could he allow that to happen when it could be prevented? how could he let his selfish feelings get in the way when you were such a precious little thing? sure, he loves you and he'll do anything in his power to ensure your safety but what if he can't protect you one day?

what if one day you just... get used against him? he's a dangerous man and has a lot of enemies. surely they'll find out that you're his weakness. of course he has gotten rid of anyone who might harm you now but who's to say that there won't be more in the future?

which is why he has to severe all ties with you now. he can't risk it. because he may be strong, but he may not be strong enough for whoever may come in the future. that's why he's been doing what he's been doing-making you hate him so that it hurts less when he decides that it's time to leave. he assumes that it's working wonderfully, after all you've never once noticed his puffy eyes in the morning.

"at least... they'll be safe now."

and disappear he will, for he has too many regrets welling up in the depths of his soul from what he did to you. he'll make sure to never come across you again, instead lurking in your shadow, observing you from afar.

a star like you need not be dirtied by his presence anymore.

dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, megumi fushiguro, blade, scaramouche/wanderer, your faves<3

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[l13]

bitter

dunno what brought this on but reader has good taste;P also let's pretend that lyla is team reader x miguel for plot reasons

word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, ex!miguel, aged up bf!hobie<3, miguel has some v descriptive sexual thoughts about you (p in v sex, f!receiving oral), swearing, jealousy, ANGSTTT

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

Miguel often thinks about how he ended up giving in to his desires and starting a situationship with you, how he regrets it when he can tell how you've fallen for him. How your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, looking at him like he hung the moon. He regrets it because that's how he looks at you as well.

Why’d you have to ask him on that stupid date?

“That’d be unprofessional.” is what Miguel had said in reply. Because it was the truth. You were only fucking, nothing more.

You’d scoffed, “Oh come on, Miguel, we’re not office workers. Surely we can go out together?”

“What, fucking me ain’t enough for you?”

You'd huffed, your expression dull, shaking your head in disbelief, “No, actually, it isn’t. I genuinely like you, is that so bad?”

Miguel had ignored the flip his stomach did at your confession “You know why we can’t, now drop it.”

“No, I want you to tell me why.”

“It’s not in the canon” He cringes every time he remembers what he’d said, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was right. He was, but fuck, how he wanted to be wrong. He so desperately wanted it to be him that you were meant to fall in love with, him you were meant to build a life together.

“Fuck the canon.” had been your reply, before you turned to walk away and he'd made no move to follow you.

He'd failed to ignore Lyla when she'd whistled, “That was painful even for me,”

“Jesus- can you not?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, can't interrupt your brooding time. I'm just saying. You prevented the woman of your dreams from falling in love with you, because she's meant to fall for someone else? But that's stupid- Your heart literally jumps when you see her-”

“Lyla I swear to God, if you don't stop talking-”

And now, as he stands in front of your house months later, waiting for you to answer the door, Miguel found himself to be annoyed. Annoyed that he hadn't gotten your mission report on time, and had to come and fetch it for himself.

Some sick, twisted part of his brain wanted you to have forgotten it on purpose, and ignored his calls in order for him to come over, maybe reconcile- fuck your brains out till you're begging him to take you back, even if it meant putting your feelings aside.

“She better be home,” Miguel hisses to himself, his hand massaging his temples, and he doesn't even flinch when Lyla shows up out of nowhere “Oh, she is. The thermal scan picks her up, see? Wait who’s-”

Miguel was thankful for the interruption, but what he saw when you opened the door was not at all what he expected, or was even prepared for.

You were practically naked, an oversized t-shirt covering your body, stopping just under your ass and- Jesus Christ were those thigh highs? Yes they were, pretty ones, too. They were sheer white tights, that ended just in the middle of your plush thighs, the material hugging your legs beautifully, the very top of them decorated with a lace material, giving them a sexy twist.

God, he'd get on his knees right here and now if you just asked-Miguel licked his lips and cleared his throat, quickly averting his gaze, praying that he doesn't appear flustered.

“Miguel! Are you okay? Is something wrong? Hey Lyla-” you seem out of breath as you talk, clearly not bothered by your lack of clothing in front of him. Lyla offers you a bright hello and wave, one you softly smile at.

No, he's not fucking okay.

“I'm great.” he hisses, but really he was trying to convince himself of it. You study him for a bit longer before humming, not believing him for a moment.

“I need the report from the mission that you were sent to do yesterday. The one you forgot to send me.” Miguel inhales sharply and stands taller, trying to hide the fact that your presence damages his brain functionality severely, by trying to look more intimidating.

Memories of last night flash in your mind suddenly, being pressed against your bookshelf, the furniture rattling loudly, books almost toppling to the floor, but you didn’t have the heart in you to care. Not when he was grinding up at you, hand under your thigh to keep you upright as you moaned against his mouth crossing your legs around his waist and bringing him closer, the sound of your watch beeping pulling you out of your trance, “Fuck, wait. T-the reports-”

He undid your watch expertly with one hand, and you gasped trying to snatch it from his grasp, but he held it up above your head, placing it on top of your bookshelf carelessly, before grabbing the top shelf to brace himself and grind himself harder against you, moaning under his breath, “Fuck ‘em.”

Your eyes widen comically, and you sputter, “Right! Shit- fuck. I'm sorry, umm, wait here.” and you slam the door right in his face. Miguel's eyebrow twitches.

There's shuffling from inside before Miguel realizes that you're talking to someone-

“Can you go in five minutes? Please?”

“Nah, ‘m afraid I need to go right now, love. Got things to do, places to be.”

“Can't you open up a portal here?”

“When there’s a perfectly usable front door? I don’ think so,” “C’mon pretty.. what are y’so afraid of?”

“He’s our boss.”

“He’s your ex. Now, if you’re ashamed to be seen with me, I get it-”

“No! Baby, no. I just don’t want to rub it in his face, don't want him to think that I am either,”

“But that’s so boring. Let’s make ‘im suffer, you’ll thank me later-”

“Hob-”

The door opens suddenly and Miguel could act surprised, could act like he’s been waiting for quite a while not knowing what’s going on inside, but he doesn’t. Not when he’s face to face with Hobie. Not when he obviously knows how good Miguel’s hearing is, how he could definitely hear every word that was spoken, not when you’d tried to be nice- tried to whisper and be subtle, not when Hobie blatantly did the opposite out of spite.

So he just stares ahead with a blank face, as Hobie leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. There’s a hickey on his neck and Miguel feels like he might throw up.

And somehow, Miguel still thinks that this is all some sick joke, a prank, a dream. Anything to explain what he's seeing. Because there’s no way you're dating Hobie. There’s no way you fucked Hobie fucking Brown- the single most annoying person in Miguel’s life (after peter, of course). And after what, only eight months after you stopped seeing him? That's how long it took for you to get over him? He can almost hear Lyla laughing in his head, 'You're just bitter that you're not over her yet'

Hobie smirks at him “Hello mate, long time no see.” Miguel at least has the human decency to offer him a curt nod, which Hobie apparently finds hilarious as he huffs out a laugh, “'S alright if I send my report later, right? I'm kind of exhausted right now, did a lot of runnin' yesterday, y'know,”

Lyla visibly winces and disappears a second later.

Running. Miguel needed breathing exercises and he needed them now-

Miguel's eyes snapped to yours. Were you just gonna let Hobie talk all that shit, without saying anything? (Knowing Hobie's life was in imminent danger?) Apparently so, because you just scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. What a great couple you two made.

He refused to believe that this is who you chose, refused to acknowledge that his anger was pointed at himself and not you. He’d never, ever, admit it, not even at gunpoint, but Hobie was a good kid, he’d treat you right and that's what pissed him off the most.

“Fuck the canon.” Hobie would have laughed and nodded in agreement at your words, not Miguel though. Miguel had said nothing and it had cost him his future with you.

Sensing that Miguel wouldn’t reply anytime soon, Hobie just shrugged nonchalantly, “Thanks for understanding, boss.”

Miguel felt like he could hear his own veins pulsing. Boss, he'd called him boss. That little-

Turning to you, Hobie throws a hand around your waist and squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss on your cheek “I'll see you later love, don' forget to put some ice on that, yeah?” he lays a slap on your ass that makes you almost tumble forward, and Hobie's smirk widens when he sees Miguel ball his fists at his sides, nostrils flaring. Hobie throws a wink at Miguel before squeezing through him to walk out, seeing as Miguel didn't make any attempt to get out of the way.

Miguel doesn't turn to see him open up a portal to leave, he's too busy looking at the way the multi-colored lights illuminate your face, how you grin and wave shyly at your boyfriend.

“So sorry about him.. d'you wanna come in?” you ask, shifting from one leg to another once the portal disappears. Miguel just stares at you, eyes hooded, mouth pressed in a tight line.

“Ookay, I’ll just go get the- yeah” you trail off and turn to walk deeper into your apartment, and Miguel hates himself for craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your ass. And then hates himself even more when he thinks about how smug Hobie would be if he knew Miguel was checking out his girl. He'd say some dumb shit like "Wanting somethin' you can't have again, boss?"

Meanwhile, you're standing on your tippy-toes in front of your infamous bookshelf, arm outstretched, trying to grab your watch but to no use, cursing Hobie in your mind for putting it so high up. You had no idea that by trying to get your stupid watch, you were giving Miguel the perfect view of your backside, seeing as your shirt rode up each time you stretched out your arm.

No, fuck that. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Hobie was right. Let him suffer. He chose this, so now he can deal with the consequences.

Miguel wanted to give everything up right then and there. It's funny how quickly you could strip him of his morals, and he just wishes he could have done that before realizing he'd lost you forever. He could picture his future in his mind so clearly, if only he'd just said yes to your question.

“Will you go out with me?"

He’d resign, move out some place nice, next to a beach preferably. Spend his days laying on the sand and drinking piña coladas with no care in the world.

Except you’d be there. Straddling his lap to steal his drink, giggling and laughing when he tried to take it back from you. He’d grab your hips and with a swift motion you'd switch places, your back against the hot sand. The drink would spill from the movement, the liquid falling over your bikini covered tits, and you’d gasp oh-so prettily when he’d bend to lick it all up.

You’d moan even sweeter when he’d move lower, when he’d eat you out till you’re a crying, babbling mess, whining that you can’t take it anymore. Oh, but you could. You would take it, and he’d prove it when he’d later fuck you against the pool, and he’d make sure he fucked you good. Your mewls would be panted against his ear as he’d thrust into you relentlessly, your fingers digging into his wet back, and all he’d taste would be your pretty moans and the faint taste of rum against his tongue.

His cheeks would hurt from how hard he'd be grinning as he stared at you when you both would go for a walk by the beach later. He'd jog up to you, springing you in his arms, nuzzling his head against your hair- your distinctive smell fogging up his brain- your laughter mixing together, as you chased each other through the waves.

When you'd had enough, and stood panting, your -now wet- dress clinging to you like second skin, he'd drop to his knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket, one he was anxious not to drop when he was chasing you around, and you'd gape at him, tears already welling up in your eyes.

You would have said yes that night. In fact, the word would have been repeated against his shoulder as he fucked you later, rolling his hips into you slowly, kissing your pretty tears, holding you, loving you–

“Done! I just sent it–,” you could have sworn you and Miguel shivered at the same time when he blinked down at you, his mouth parted. His eyes were glistening all of a sudden, and it made your whole being fill with a sense of longing and dread.

“Lyla?” you swallowed harshly at Miguel's hoarse tone, gnawing at your lip as you avoided his gaze.

It was as if Lyla knew not to fuck with him either, because she didn't even make him beg for it, instead pulling up a hologram that showed the report, “Yup, got it!”

You cleared your throat, eager to get back into bed and forget the look on his face just now, suddenly feeling nostalgic for a memory you couldn't quite place- “I'm sorry that I forgot, it won’t happen again, promise.”

Yes it will.

“See you back at HQ?”

Miguel hums, not saying anything, not even caring to correct you, because he’d sooner see you in his dreams than at headquarters.

HOBIE STOLE YOUR GIRLLL that's rough buddyD; WELP too bad, lyla play 'no church in the wild'

🎶🎶what's a god to a non-believerrrrr who don't believe innnn anythinggggg💃💃

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[alicerosejensen]

How would Leon react if he found out his girlfriend got into a serious accident? (Ex: car accident, injured at work, school, etc)

Leon would have a heart attack. End. 😅

But let's be a little serious. I love headcanons, but I write full-fledged texts only in my native language. So here are some more headcanons on this topic.

Perhaps some angst. The reader suffered greatly and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

I just listening to "I Monster - who is she?" on repeat in a slow version. Now I associate her with Leon and his girlfriend from college. I love the excessive suffering of characters in fanfiction, so as my friends say: We eat glass!

Enjoy.

- "Anything can happen to me! You can't always be ready for something! I can go outside and any accident can happen: a car accident, a maniac! Yandere, a stone will fall on my head... anything, Leon!"

Before the accident

Leon hates to think that something could happen to you. Sometimes he guards you too fiercely, trying to prevent any possible incident.

He asks you to be extremely careful, but you never take his words seriously because you did not see what he saw.

Do you like to tease him? "If I die, will I be the most beautiful dead person?" or "Will you sit on my grave when I die?"

If you tease him too much about this, he will raise his voice sharply and tell you to stop.

Leon will remind you to buckle up when you're sitting in the car. Even if you're sitting in the passenger seat! Just fasten the fucking seat belt and don't argue with him.

You don't take death seriously, considering that you are still too young to think about such things. Instead, you just enjoy life sometimes preferring the extreme. Bungee jumping? It would be better if Leon didn't know about it.

He had seen enough pain and death because of his work. Raccoon City has left a scar on him forever, so he wants you to spend your time safe and careful (no matter with people, transport or anything else)

Perhaps luck decided to turn away from you when a truck drove into you while you were sitting in the passenger seat of a car. You were turned over twice with the driver (he died).

Before you fell into the darkness, you were in pain. Very. It seems that a couple of moments before the accident, you wrote another stupid message to Leon, but now your phone is smashed to pieces, and blood flows from your head and runs down your face.

In the hospital (If reader survived)

Leon will be rant and rave to be allowed into your hospital room. This person will literally go crazy until they tell him about your condition, and God save the doctor if he tells him that there is little chance of survival.

If he saw you covered in blood and unconscious while the doctors were taking you to the operating table, then his heart will definitely stop for a couple of seconds. Leon will run after you until the paramedics stop him.

He'll remember all your fucking jokes about your death, which will put him on edge. He probably would have been sent home, but damn it, he won't leave until he sees you awake.

You can't die! You can't leave him alone in this world! He loves you so much and needs you.

Leon feels his arms and legs tremble with uncertainty. He is afraid that at any moment they will come to him and say that his beloved is gone.

Before his eyes, you are still in bloodstained clothes and a broken head.

He had deep bags under his eyes again.

Leon is ready to give anything just to keep you alive.

When a nurse comes up to him and says that you can be visited (have pity on him) Leon will jump out of his seat just to see and hear your voice.

Are you worried about your appearance after the accident? Bruises, stitches on the face, a split lower lip? Believe me, the last thing Leon will care about is your beauty and the condition of a broken manicure. He almost died when he found out about the accident, so he's only afraid that you're still in pain.

Don't even think about turning your back on him! Leon won't let you do it anyway. Kennedy does not know how to touch you properly so as not to harm you after all the injuries, but he will seek the help of a nurse so that she shows him how to take care of you properly.

He will take a leave of absence to take care of you while you are in the hospital.

Absolutely you will not be able to dissuade him from doing this. You hate feeling so weak in front of him, but Leon, on the contrary, does not understand your resistance. His loved one needs help and he will provide it!

If necessary, he will carry you to the toilet on his hands.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" - be embarrassed as much as you want, but your boyfriend will not leave you alone. You, like any living person, have the basic needs of the body, so Leon does not feel any disgust. Baby, I'm sure he'll wash you without a problem if you need help with this.

He will scold you if you don't rest enough or try to do something yourself despite injuries.

Leon S.Kennedy is not a hairdresser (but I'm sure he spends at least 30 minutes in the morning styling his hairstyle), however, he will try to put your hair in order. Make a ponytail or a bun? He really tries, in the end you can always turn on the video how to do it correctly and accurately.

Flowers and gifts are constantly lying by the hospital bed.

When you are finally discharged, then get ready for an hour-long safety lecture from Leon S. Kennedy, and no escape will not work. You will obediently sit and listen.

No more jokes about death!

Leon doesn't care about your scars. He will gently take your face in his palms and kiss each of them, but if you are very complex because of them, then after full recovery and rehabilitation, you can think about how to fix this matter with the help of cosmetology.

He will pay for everything, just smile again.

After the accident, this person will take even more care of you. He's had enough shocks! You almost left him alone in this fucking world, so he needs to know that his woman is okay and safe.

I think there will be at least one night when Leon will turn you around to face him when you are lying in bed trying to fall asleep and just hold you with all his strength to himself for a couple of moments forgetting about all the bruises. He will bury his nose in your neck, and it will last so long until you feel the moisture from his tears on your skin. Leon will cry, probably quietly, because he almost lost you and the worst thing is that nothing depended on him. Just let him do it. Tell him how much you love him and stroke his head while his fingers hold you tightly by the waist pressing you to the mattress.

Don't you dare leave me, angel! God, I thought I'd never be able to see you again… I love you so much if you would leave…I couldn't go on living. I need you so much.

Your his shirt was wet from his tears.

If the reader is dead

The first thing you need to know is that his world collapsed with your death.

Hannigan or one of your relatives could have called him to tell him about the accident.

If you were alive when you arrived at the hospital, then Leon would have rushed there to you right away. The scenario of his anxiety has not changed much.

However, if due to a traumatic brain injury you fell into a coma (from which you subsequently went straight to the next world), then some part of Leon was still hoping for a favorable outcome.

When he would have been allowed to see you, he would have looked at your scars and abrasions endlessly holding your hand. "God definitely hates me," he might have thought, quietly shedding tears knowing that you might not wake up.

While you were in a serious condition, he brought you fresh flowers, read your favorite novels, even if he thought they were really stupid, and put headphones on you with a quiet melody from your playlist. Leon hoped to the last that you would open your eyes.

But on the fifth day, you still died without regaining consciousness despite all the attempts of doctors to save your life.

Life is not a book or a movie. Leon didn't hear your last "I love you" or any of your words. He was left with only the messages that you wrote to him that night in the car before you were hit.

Which he didn't have time to answer.

A huge part of him is irretrievably dead. The loss of a loved one is not like everything he felt before. He really went to hell.

Why did this happen? He so protected you from any misfortune, but evil fate still overtook the one he loved.

Leon drowns his pain from loss in alcohol. The endless bottles all over the apartment would have made Claire stumble when she came to visit him.

For God's sake, he doesn't want to go to your funeral! He just can't stand it, because right now he wants to shoot himself, just not to live without your voice.

Claire noticed a loaded pistol on the table next to him.

It was a fucking accident. A drunk driver who crashed into a passenger car (taxi) in which you were sitting.

-"Why her? Out of a billion people, why her?!"

It is unknown how, but Leon was able to find the strength to come to your funeral after all. Your coffin is open to those who want to say goodbye to you one last time, but all Leon wants is to lie down there next to you. He just wants to hug you and kiss you with the hope that you will reciprocate, although he knows that this will never happen.

Tears run down his cheeks when he looks at you dead: really beautiful. Your relatives took care to hide the traces of a car accident. Leon touches your cold hand to remember for the last time what your skin feels like.

No, he doesn't have the strength to sit on your grave. However, Leon will regularly bring flowers there and brush away fallen leaves from the tombstone.

You 're gone forever.

"Is the little teaser happy with herself?" - He asks you, knowing he won't get an answer. He just stares blankly at the sky, hoping that you can hear him. - "I hope you have a good time there, because I miss you. You can't even imagine how much I miss you."

He won't be able to remove your things from his apartment for a long time.

You have to become an angel. Leon wants to think that's how you're still looking out for him. He is not a religious person and does not believe in God, but he loved you and continues to love you.

Sometimes he hears your voice, which puts him in a stupor. What if everything that happened before turns out to be just a long nightmare, and now he wakes up in the same bed with you? But he looks around and sees only an empty apartment that has been in need of cleaning for a long time.

When his longing becomes too strong, he takes out your things, trying to remember the scent of your body. He doesn't want to forget you so much.

Your picture is still on his bedside table. Even after many years.

Just know that your death means years of depression and alcohol for Leon. He hates himself that you died leaving him and he's alive.

"Just take me to your place, princess. I'm tired."

You are definitely a little scoundrel! Sometimes when Leon is too drunk, he thinks that you could have done it on purpose to hurt him. Just so those stupid jokes about death turn out to be true.

But he doesn't hate you. you will always remain his love.

However, now his desire to die is stronger than ever before, and he really hopes to see you alive, and not just in his drunken stupor

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi, there it's so great to find an amazing writer who enjoys Lookism so much! Please keep at it, your HC's are so much fun to read! If it's not too much to ask for the boys like Gun, Samuel, and Vasco with s/o who is a foreign girl, a very capable fighter, and honorable in combat but outside the fight she is quite self-conscious and a bit naive.

Not me reading the first part of this and thinking you're being sarcastic af lol

Thanks for being so kind anon :') I'm glad you're enjoying it, I have SO much fun writing them and putting my stupidity out! Thanks for the ask! I had a little difficulty writing it.... this really isn't very good but hope this hits the spot.

Lookism with non S. Korean S/O

You're from somewhere vague and overseas. Scenario with your partner (Gun, Samuel, Vasco, Jake)

Gun

Your boyfriend was asking you to fight yet again. You're getting pretty tired of it.

You only moved to South Korea not too long ago and ever since he discovered you picked up your skills from overseas, all he makes you do is fight him. And he doesn't go easy on you.

What happened to dates? What happened to romance?

You thought your boyfriend was growing colder towards you, now always in his own head or just studying martial arts.

"...Gun?"

He peers at you over the top of his sunglasses. Your words are hard to say aloud.

"Do you ... do you not want to be with me anymore?"

"What makes you think that?"

"All we do is fight... Literally! I can't remember the last time you even asked me for anything else."

He pulls you into his arms, "You're actually challenging me. Do you know how rare that is? I'm more turned on than ever."

Samuel

You transferred from overseas after helping source partners to help grow Workers into the behemoth it is today.

Back in your field days, there wasn't anything that couldn't be solved with some violence, but your morals and fairness made you stand out amongst would-be enemies.

Even with the 3rd and 4th Affiliate President as your boyfriend, no one could deny your competence or throw around accusation of nepotism.

But you still had to get your head around the working culture in this country.

"Sammy, do I really have to call you Mr. Seo in the office?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that a bit weird? People have seen us together."

"No, I'm your boss. You need to show respect and address me properly here."

"Oh... Do you actually not want anyone to know I'm your girlfriend?"

Samuel pinches the bridge of his nose, can't quite believing he's going to give in on this.

"Fine. You can call me Samuel,"

"What about-"

"Not Sam. Not Sammy. Samuel."

Vasco

You had agreed to meet in the park for a date with Vasco.

The first time you kissed him, he nearly jumped out of his skin claiming that wasn't how dating worked in South Korea. You found out later it was just his eccentricities.

Vasco texted you that he was running late when a group of guys start harassing you.

You threaten to call the police, but when they put their hands on you, you weren't left with many options.

"Y/N?!" Your boyfriend was staring at you in shock.

"No! Euntae, I didn't want you to see me like this!" you hide your bloodied fist from him.

"What! That was amazing!"

"Thank? you?"His compliment made you blush, you knew it wasn't what 'ladies' do but he liked it?

"Y/N! I thought people only had street fights in South Korea! Do they fight overseas too?"

Jake

You think this might be the first time Jake treated you to a meal. A job well done, he had said after you beat up some thugs who were harassing the girls.

Jake's often running off to god knows where to get god knows what done, leaving you to look after the street.

Is this the supposed Girlfriend Privileges? You having to fight in his stead? You reckon you're getting the short end of the stick.

You stare at the violently red pot of stew in front of you, with some unidentified vegetables floating around

"Jake...? What is this?"

"Oh! You've never tried many Korean dishes, right! It's kimchi stew, my favourite. Here." He spoons some into a bowl for you.

With your boyfriend's loving gaze on you, you had no choice but to take a sip.

"ACK!" you spit it out immediately and grab your glass of water to wash the vileness out of your mouth

Jake rolls his eyes at you, "You've got no taste" and takes his own mouthful.

"I know, I'm with you."

#this is so badly written im so sorry #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #gun park #gun park x reader #vasco #vasco x reader #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[fatuismooches]

HIII OH MY GOD im sorry for sending another one but i was just in the bathroom cleaning up and an idea fucking struck me. (yeah, bright ideas always hit me while i shower)

im thoroughly convinced that zandik, at some point, genuinely believed that you didn't love him. it was probably a year into your relationship after hitting on him for too long in the akademiya.

then, zandik got his hands on a book about manipulation tactics and shit, and he read a portion about pretending to be nice and loving just to gain something from him.

and hence him kicking you out and screaming profanities at you, saying that you don't truly love him. yeah, i know, brash decision by zandik. his older self truly regrets it and doesn't know what he would do in his life if you weren't persistent enough to keep reaching out to him. but to younger zandik, it just made sense.

how could someone like you could ever love him? he knows that sometimes you think he's going a bit too far with his experiments, you call him crazy (in an adoring way ofc), you sometimes look at him in fear as well. you have to be pretending, it just can't be. he has spent all his life unloved, outcasted, hated and feared- he can't comprehend such a wonderful thing such as love would ever be something he'd truly experience, deserve.

zandik stood his ground with his decision, glaring at the wall as you knock on the door repeatedly, asking what was wrong. then when he hears you curse under your breath, sounding mad, his heart fucking breaks.

and it just sinks in that he did something incredibly stupid and probably hurt your feelings for acting out. he's just so not used to being loved, and even if a year has passed, he still can't wrap his head around it.

really, you only got mad from the other side of the door is because your groupmates saw you and began walking towards you after you escaped to hang out with zandik...

dw you make up eventually if you're determined enough to prove that you genuinely love him!! (i mean cmon, it's not that hard. just point out that you literally cook him, wrestle him from his desk and onto his bed to sleep, go on illegal expeditions with him and all you wanted from him was kisses, hugs and affirmations of his love for you)

IM LITERALLY COMBUSTING FROM THIS BECAUSE IT'S LITERALLY SO TRUE AND I LOVEEE THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED IT,, WHY HAVE U DONE THIS TO ME.

I'm thoroughly convinced that as well, and from his perspective it makes sense considering he went his whole life without receiving any kind of genuine love (which he grew not to care about anyway) and any kind of sweet words directed at him would usually have some kind of ulterior motive or to get on his good side... He's a very cynical person and even after a while the whole situation just baffles him. Not to mention sometimes Zandik himself has trouble understanding that he truly loves someone else and that this isn't just one big lie... it's hard for him to process it all.

Ugh you just know he'll be researching relationships and shit just so he can justify thinking this way and then he gets to a portion to be wary of your partner possibly being fake and manipulating you. And then he just goes haywire on you and you're just like "wtf are you even talking about" and Zandik's literally just going off on you without letting you get in a word. (I bet the clones cringe whenever they remember this moment too 💀 just bring up this moment in an argument and dramatically walk away and he'll feel a bit bad which is more than he should be capable of)

Zandik tries his best to ignore your heartbroken and confused expression - surely you must be faking it, he thinks as he slams the door in your face. This just must be one of your games again, and now that you've been called out you don't know what to do, he tries to convince himself. Your frantic knocks were just a scheme to play with whatever heart he had left. Because in no world, no universe, would you ever love someone like him. He knows he shouldn't be considered human anymore, he's a monster, and surely you see that too. The one who had been with him for ages, the closest one to him. Zandik doesn't understand - you have nothing to gain from being with him. It was 99% an act. Yes, 99%, because he was secretly clinging onto the 1% chance it was real.

And the 1% chance beat all odds when he heard how genuinely pissed and upset you were from behind the door, which was both a fortunate and unfortunate thing - the former because he knew you really loved him, the latter because even he realized that he fucked up big time. But Archons Zandik, out of all possible times, you had to do this when it was the time you were trying to avoid your annoying classmates 😔

On a more angsty note, you might start cursing back at him about all the reasons you love him and why you stay with him and just end it with the fact you're going to be staying somewhere else now, and it's up to him if he wants to see you again, because you ain't doing this again without some kind of apology. A few days later you come back with a whole fucking research paper about every little thing you've ever done for him and why you love him with a whole-ass explanation and just chuck it right at him and dip.

Thankfully present-day Dottore doesn't pull these kinds of stunts anymore and is much, much more secure and confident in the relationship (which is good cuz sometimes you wanted to slap him for being an idiot) Both of you are just glad you can look back on it and laugh (mostly you because Dottore hates thinking about the times he acted completely braindead)

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #felt i too have revelations in the shower #writing akademiya dottore is always a treat #THANK U MOOT I LOVE WHEN UR IN MY INBOX <333

[zaradress]

brothers best friend

pairing: Callum McGinley x Airey reader warnings: sexual content, age gap, unprotected sex, thigh riding, daddy kink prompt: Faye is Callum Airey's sister and has an extreme attraction to Callums best friend Callux.

Fuck he looked good. I sat as I watched him behind the scenes of a sidemen shoot. Every bone in me tries to disguise how attracted I am to him, since I know that nothing will ever happen between the two of us.

For one he is 10 years older than me and is not even supposed to be an option with how my brother would react to his best friend having sexual thoughts about me.

Cal would literally kill me if I even initiate something with Lux. But I couldn't ignore the fact that whenever he was around my knees instantly fold or my panties become less and less dry.

The thing is I can't get him off my mind. Perhaps it's because I'm just horny and have never had a sexual experience but if you ask me it's more than that. Since there was just something in me that wanted to make him proud or just want his approval and no one else's.

I haven't even realised that I have been staring at him for the past couple of minutes. Because of my staring Lux sent me a questionable look.

"Alright lets take 20, everyone", some person behind the camera shouted. Probably since they were going to be here the entire day. I am only going to be here for another hour until my mom can come pick me up. So I definitely understand why they are taking a break.

Callux starts walking towards me. My brother had left with some of the guys to get some food from the buffet. "Aren't you going to go eat?" I ask him politely trying to not make it obvious that just a couple of minutes ago I was thinking about him being inside of me.

"Not really hungry for food", he responds.

I give him a confused look. "Than what are you hungry for?" I laugh a little through the confusion.

His eyes travel up and down my body stopping at my clenched thighs that were closer together than anything else on this world. Lux sits down next to me. "Why are your thighs so clenched, here let me help you", he puts his soothing hand on my thigh. Trying to relax my muscles. His hand traveling further and further up my thigh.

Good thing I am wearing my jeans. Otherwise I probably would have come un done right there and then. I close my eyes and put my head back. Enjoying a feeling I probably will never feel again. He retrieves his hands and I quickly open my eyes again. "All better", he says.

"Thanks I guess", I say whilst crossing my legs. My cheeks turn to a rosey color.

"So why were you staring at me before", well what am I supposed to say to that, "that I was thinking about how you could fuck me good", that would just be stupid.

I look at Callum who looked at me in a shocked manner. "Oh my fucking god I did not just say that out loud. Please tell me I didn't say that", he laughs a little.

"Yes you did and yes I could", he says and gets up. Leaving me in utter disbelief.

I just can't believe I said that. At least he didn't feel uncomfortable. More like amusing.

The boys returned with food on some paper plates and sat down in the studio. Not being able to stand the weird tension in this room whilst Callux was talking to my brother as if I hadn't just seconds ago said that I want him to fuck me, I decide to get some food.

At the buffet there were a lot of options. But I was most interested in the rice so I took some rice and vegetables. I sat down in the empty room not even hungry.

I decide to not eat my food and just sit there playing with the strings of the holes in my jeans. All of a sudden someone sits down beside me. Lux. "There you are, I've been looking for you", I couldn't even look at him and hide my face in my hands. Still embarrassed over what I had done earlier. "Why are you hiding you're. Come on it wasn't that bad. I get it I was your age once too and fuck me I wanted to fuck anyone if they'd given me the chance", I laugh he gets a hold of my hands and put them down.

"Well the thing is, this is probably tmi but I just think I need to say this. I have never had a sexual experience, not even by myself and I have never had the urge to but I don't know lately every fucking time I see you...thats enough information", I tell him.

He looks at me a little shocked. His hand travel to my thigh stopping at a hole in my jeans. "Never? You have to be kidding right. There is no way not even you have played with yourself", he says his hand sliding in to the loose hole in my jeans. His hand caressing my naked thigh.

"I just never have had the urge. And I am honestly scared of doing anything to myself", he looks me in the eyes. I know what he is thinking probably. "I need to stop talking", I say.

The thing is just the feeling of his hand on my thigh could make me tell him anything if he asked me. "Don't rush it, okay? One day you will find a guy you find attractive and then things will just unravel", he tells me. "Because even if I wanted to give you that pleasure I can't. Cal is my best friend and it would literally kill me", he tells me. I nod understanding everything he is telling me.

Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate and with that Callum decided to leave. I pick up the phone and my mother immediately says that she's here. So I get my things and leave.

Before I can even enter the car she says something. "So you're staying at your brother place today. He's not very happy about it and neither am I but I have no other choice", she says.

"What do you mean you have no other choice?" I ask her confused as to what she means by that.

"I got a call from a client in Edinburgh and have to catch a flight today. I swear I'm going to change firms because this is actually not okay anymore", she says. Lately her law firm has been only sending her to the further away places and has had to travel last minute. She is in her own opinion starting to turn grey because of this.

"Well can't I just stay alone at home", she laughs.

We pull up to Callums apartment. "There is no way I'm letting you stay alone. What if something happens? No no I'm already turning grey there is no way I am letting you do that", she says. "I packed you a bag for the night get it from the backseat". She gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves after I get the bag and shut the door.

I walk up to his apartment and lock the door after entering. Leaving all my stuff in the living room and sitting down on the couch. Intending to take a nap. But that nap turned into a three hour long sleep. Which probably would have been longer if I hadn't heard the door unlock.

The three boys enter. "I'm never doing sidemen shoots again it takes way to fucking long", my brother says.

"What are you yapping about you always want to be there", Harry said obviously exhausted.

"Yeah and then I end up regretting it", they all took off their jackets and shoes. Finally noticing me after.

"I didn't know your sister was staying here", Harry says. Callux looked at me slightly surprised I was here.

"Yeah forgot to tell you guys but my mum told me about it just a few hours ago", Cal says.

"Well I'm gonna hit the hay", Harry says.

"Same, well at least a nap", Cal says and turns to me before entering his room. "Don't do anything stupid and you know where everything is", he says and enters his room.

Now it was just me and Lux. Who has gone to the fridge to get a drink. "Aren't you going to go to bed?" I ask him.

"Not really tired so no", he says and sits down beside me.

"So you're not really hungry and not really tired than what are you", I laugh at him.

He laughs as well closing his eyes and putting his head back. "Really fucking horny that's what I am", he laughs. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. But I felt a little courageous. So with him not having opened his eyes yet I straddle his lap.

Immediately he opens his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing", he says placing his hands on my thighs. I put my hands around his neck.

"Nothing, just thought your lap would be more comfortable", I smirk lightly.

He takes a deep breath his eyes traveling from my eyes to my lips. I adjust a little to be more comfortable. To which he holds down my hips so it becomes more difficult for e to move as well as putting some pressure. A very light moan escapes my lips when I feel something pressing against my sex. I hide my face in the crook of his neck.

Because of the light moan he pushes against me again making me moan again. I started to roll my hips and he pushed hard against me. "Lux", I moan into his ear and he groans. "Harder", I tell him. And he listens pushing very hardly against my sex as I roll my hips meeting his.

All of a sudden he stops my hips. I look at him confused and desperate. "Straddle my leg. I want you to fuck yourself on my leg", says putting a hair behind my ear. I have never done anything like this. But I am submissive and oblige happily to his command. I straddle his leg and start rolling my hips hard and fast.

"Just like that", he says. "Such a good girl", he starts to bounce his leg which makes me moan even harder. He puts a hand against my mouth to muffle my moans.

I couldn't get enough of the sensation and I was getting closer to my climax. "Lux I think I'm close", I tell him.

"No you're not, I am telling you when you are close. You listen to me", he says. Only making more wet. I loved being controlled by him. Being told what to do.

I bite down on his shoulder lightly to muffle my moans. Because the constant rubbing against his leg and rough material was getting to me. "Now take off your jeans", he tells me. I stand up quickly and take off my jeans. He unzips his jeans. A prominent budge visible. But he doesn't take them off fully. I straddle his lap yet again in my underwear. He pulls out his dick.

"Lux how is that supposed to fit. It's so big", I tell him starting to get scared of the pain I might feel.

"Don't worry I will be slow and careful. It might hurt but you won't have to take me entirely", he says. His hands travel to my underwear pulling it aside. And then I position myself on him.

It hurt but in a good way. I moan silently knowing we aren't alone. I start going down his shaft. It was visible how desperate he was for it to go faster.

"Your doing so great just keep going", he says his hands guiding my hips. I reach the end and start to roll my hips. As he starts to fuck into me as well.

I wanted to scream instead whimpers were coming out because of how much ecstasy I was feeling. He started going harder. His dick pushing hard inside of me. Going in and out every time harder. I rolled my hips faster.

Never have I never felt anything like this. "Such a good girl aren't you", he tells me. "Such a good girl for Daddy aren't you", he says which makes me moan a little too loud. "Quiet you don't want us to get caught do you?", he asks.

"No I don't daddy, I'm sorry", I hold in my moans which is harder than what you would think. I get close to his ear. "Daddy", I whisper. To which he thrust became deeper and harder.

"Ugh, I don't know how much longer I can take", I tell him. Lux repositions us so he's on top and I am laying on the sofa.

"Just a little more, so daddy can come with you", he says.

The thrust were only getting harder and holding in my climax wasn't getting easier. "Alright princess you can cum now", his thrusts have become sloppier and he came inside of me at the same time as I did.

Still inside of me he lied on top of me a little. Applying as little pressure as possible. "Fuck that was good", he says.

He gets up and puts his dick in his away. Going to the bathroom. Lux returns with a towel. "Let me clean you up a bit", he says and starts cleaning me up.

I was still in shock of how good it was. Maybe it was worth the wait? "Lux?" I say.

"Yeah?", he says returning from between my legs to a normal state. I put my underwear to it's original state and go to my bag to get my shorts.

"Cal can't find out about this I say", to which he nods and agrees. I put my shorts on. "That was fucking amazing though.", I say and lay my head on his lap.

As I start to fall asleep again. Exhausted.

#callummcginley #callux #sidemen #calluxsmut #callummcginleysmut #calfreezy #callumairey #smut #brothers best friend #harry lewis

[simplysnaps]

Sorry if this is a dumb question but as someone who's kinda dreading the career they went to school for (I went for art) and kinda just wants a stable desk job with benefits now: do you have any advice on how someone looks for them? Like, what even IS a desk job? (Again sorry if this is stupid but I have deadass no clue how or where to get a job that's not retail 🥹)

I've gotten a few asks like this, so I figured I'd answer one for everyone. The short answer is: No, I don't have a magic bullet that will land you a desk job making $50k/year with a 401k and benefits. I wish I had an answer, I wish there were safeguards in place that protected everyone from asking a highly unqualified 24-year-old girl for career decisions. I wish you all could get/have what you need. But since y'all asked for my advice, here's what I have to offer. Once again, I am just some girl, I'm not a business-god:

#1: The website I found my job on is https://otta.com/. It's a great place to find jobs in the tech field. It's where I found the job I'm currently working at!

#2: It's easier to find a job when you have a job. I know this seems like old-fashioned advice your racist uncle gives you at Thanksgiving, so lemme reiterate it as a socialist trans girl you follow. This advice is TRUE. You are less desperate and less inclined to make silly decisions/concessions if you're currently employed. Our existing system is literally designed from the ground up to exploit desperate workers who are given the decision to either work or DIE, so yes... In our current system, being employed PERIOD is preferable to not being employed. There will always be someone to work harder for less compensation, so you have to make yourself "worth something" by having additional options. This is fucked, and I wish it weren't the case, but the way to gain "capital" as an employee is to have mobility and options. Be in a position where you're able to tell someone "No, I'm better than that. I'll find something else." If you're not in that position, I'm truly sorry. I wish I had more advice for you. Like I said, I'm not an expert at job-matching, I'm just a girl who's been asked by dozens of people at this point for direction.

#3: Be kind to yourself. If there's anything I've learned in the last year+ of therapy, it's that we have to be kinder to ourselves. None of us are "where we want to be." Trust me, I know. I was in a terribly abusive situation far too recently, but now it feels like such a distant dream. So if you're currently in that position, I have a few things to say to you: Firstly, it gets better. I know that feels like something better-off-people say to us just to make themselves feel better, but I can personally confirm this. Unless you're literally dead, there is the possibility that things get better than they currently are. It can happen. I was once hopeless, thinking life could never get better. Now I'm financially independent with savings and a nice apartment. It's POSSIBLE. If it can happen to me, it can happen to you. Just try to believe it can. Secondly: Be willing to endure the shit jobs until you find a job that you can actually tolerate. Endure/tolerate are two entirely different things. I once endured my job. Now I tolerate it. Do you think I love working customer support? No! But I'm fine with it! I like it some days! That's what's important! Just... not wanting to unalive yourself at the end of the day!

#4 is for the folks who can MOVE: I can't relate to this one as an asthma disabled gal, but I have heard that it's quite simple to "sell your body" for money. This isn't sex work, it's actually factory/shipping work. If you're able-bodied and can work exhausting hours, maybe consider a job at a FedEx joint, or an Amazon warehouse. Like I said, this isn't advice for getting a great job, it's advice for getting enough money to survive. If you are physically able to lift/move stuff without collapsing/dying, maybe consider this option! It is grueling and draining, but it pays a fat check for the damages. This isn't ideal for the long-term, but can serve you well for a hot minute if you have the physical health to survive it.

#5: Just hang in there. You're beautiful, and I know everything feels like hell at the moment, but please trust me as someone who's been there that it can get better. It did get better. Someday, everything you're enduring will be a story you tell your loved ones, a tale of what you used to endure. It will show them where you came from, but it won't be where you are. You can beat this. You will beat this. I know you can, because I truly believed I was doomed to my place in the world. I hope you understand that I'm not a grifter, I'm not trying to sell you a magic solution to your problems. I'm openly admitting that I cannot help you. But what I can offer is a promise that it can get better. Not that it will, but that it can. And that's worth pushing through, right? I know it can, and I know it will. The alternative is death, which is oblivion anyway. That means, statistically, it must get better! Otherwise it'll be "nothing," which is null and void!

So get out there, champs! Or hang in there! Either, or! Try to focus on #1, it's the most important! I love you all.

[modelbus]

Enemies to Lovers with Tommy

CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader

Enemies to Lovers scenarios with Tommy, but you decide if you two ever become lovers or not

>Arguing all the Time

Neither of you are quite sure when your little enemies thing began, but it was still going strong. That meant that literally anytime you were in a VC together, it was just arguing.

Today he was doing a calmer stream, mining while chilling in an empty call. Obviously you existed to ruin his day, so you hopped in and started causing some chaos.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He had immediately groaned, giving his camera an annoyed look.

"Wow, I didn't realize you missed me so much!" You responded quickly. His retort is quick too, probably because you do this every day. "You're delusional."

The bantering continues for hours, tone changing from annoyance to more of a teasing one before settling into the familiar anger. It wasn't serious anger, but it was definitely more aggressive than teasing or annoyance.

"Oh my God- Just fuck off already!" He exclaims, throwing his hands into the air wildly. You laugh, shaking your head although he can't see it. "No thanks."

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." "You wish. I have better standards though."

Even if there's someone else in the call, it still manages to become an argument. You've been banned from playing Among Us together for that exact reason.

"Wha- I'm telling you guys, it wasn't me!" Tommy exclaims, making you smirk. "No, no, he did it! I saw it!" "What the fuck?! I saw you hop into the vent!" The worst part about it all was that you both knew damn well neither of you were the imposters.

>Constantly talking about the other

It’s funny. For how much you “dislike” each other, you sure talk about each other A LOT.

Your friends literally know everything about him. He was active in discord? They know. He argued with you over Coke off-stream? They know.

And it’s the exact same for him. Wilbur actually thinks the whole enemy thing is hilarious, but he’s sick and tired of hearing Tommy talk about you.

”Wil, you won’t fucking believe this.” Tommy fumes, staring at Wilbur through his computer. Wilbur sighs, crossing his arms. “If it’s about-" “WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE ABOUT?!”

“I will literally pay you if you don’t talk about your stupid little rivalry today.” Wilbur begs. “It’s not a stupid little rivalry!”

Phil, as patient as he is, just mutes you guys if you ever start talking about each other with him.

”Oh, Phil, that reminds me, Tommy-“ you start, and he immediately reaches forward and mutes you. “Chat, trust me, this is better for all of us.”

You ruined your chances with a guy once because of how much you talked about Tommy which was embarrassing.

Tommy also turned down someone because of you, which he didn’t even mean to do. You just occupy his mind way too much.

”Are you doing anything tonight? Maybe we could catch a movie?” The person asks, and Tommy opens his mouth to accept. “Sorry, I’m doing something tonight.”

He didn’t have a stream planned, so he isn’t quite sure why he said that. Or at least he wasn’t until you streamed that night and he realized he turned the person down because he knew you’d be streaming.

>Secretly Loving to Spend Time Together

The first time Tommy asked you to be in his vlog, you very nearly said no. But after careful consideration, you realized how much fun it would be to fuck with him in real life.

From there he just kept inviting you to the vlogs and you kept coming, both using the excuse of good content.

Really though, he just liked spending time with you in person. Something about being able to see his jests land made it more fun than anything else.

On the other hand, you just kept telling yourself that you were only in it for the content. No fun involved. In fact, you hated him. Mhm. Definitely. Or at least you tried telling yourself that until a friend tried to get you to cancel on him.

"Come on, you'll have way more fun with me anyways. Aren't you always going on about how you hate him?" They laugh. "Well, yeah, but this was scheduled ages in advance." "So? Just tell him you're out. That'll be a good one, really fuck up his plans."

You were surprised to realize you hated the idea of canceling, and for more reasons than one. Firstly, it was a dick move. Even if you did hate him (which you weren't so sure about anymore...) it would ruin the entire vlog and throw off his entire schedule. Secondly, you wanted to film with him.

"No. I can't. Maybe another time."

Your friend just stared at you before a smile grew on their face. "And you still say you hate him."

Tommy goes through the same thing with Wilbur too.

"I can't wait for tomorrow's vlog!" He exclaimed, grinning wildly. "Thought you'd be dreading it because your mortal enemy is there." Wilbur responds with obvious sarcasm. "If anything, I'm more excited! It's gonna be epic!"

Wilbur pauses, looking at Tommy. "Are sure you guys are still enemies?"

>The Realization

Tommy realizes first, because Wilbur knew all along how it would end. Really though, Tommy kind of knows the second he sees you in person because he just can't keep his eyes off you that entire vlog.

"Tommy, come on. Still with the enemy thing?" Wilbur asks. "I thought-" "What? You thought what? Of course we're enemies! We hate each other!" Tommy laughs, but it's entirely fake. Because he isn't quite sure he really does hate you.

"Do you?" Wilbur presses, putting voice to his thoughts. "Or are you just scared of things changing?" Tommy sputters, trying and failing to protest. After a second he just falls silent, thinking about it. "I don't know." He finally says. "Well I do." Wilbur announces. "You do?" "Yeah! You two are so obviously helplessly in love, please for the love of God just fucking kiss!"

"...you think so?"

You don't have Wilbur to help you, so it takes a bit longer, but you end up figuring it out yourself when you catch yourself watching a stream. Not joining, or sending a rude chat message, just laughing at his jokes as a viewer.

From then on, you can't help but notice arguments taking a flirtier turn, which is only egged on by Wilbur.

That doesn't mean you two immediately talk about it though, it's literally the opposite. It's five months before either of you realize you're both hopelessly in love and just pretending to hate each other.

Now that's an awkward conversation...

#tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcyt #tomyinnit imagine #dsmp tommy #enemies to lovers

[sprdmywings]

sprdmywings ; [ can i kiss you? ]

🍓 ; minho x m reader - track one

🍓 ; (friends 2 lovers/non idol au) fluff , oblivious dumbasses , one mention of d.ath (e) , kissing

🍓 ; back

You and Minho have always been together. There hasn't been a moment when you two weren't by each others side. You were the other half of Minho and he was yours. It was like you were destined to be together forever.

Everything was perfect, except one thing.

You both liked each other.

While it was obvious to others, you both had no idea you shared mutual feelings. It was painful to watch you guys flirting then crying to your best friends later about how he would "never love you."

Said best friends couldn't wait for you two to stop being stupid and confess already.

You were walking back from college to go see Minho when you felt two pairs of arms wrap around your own. Shocked, you jumped and admittedly turned around to see who intruded your walk.

"You're so easy to scare, y/n" None other than Hwang Hyunjin and Han Jisung themselves.

Hyunjin poked your side, making you jump and slap his arm. "I told you I'm ticklish there," you frowned at him.

"I know. that's why I do it," he laughed. "You're so mean." you pouted, pushing him off and grabbing onto Jisung's arm.

"Sungie," you whined, "Hyunjin is bullying me."

"Hyung, stop bullying y/n," he glanced at you before looking to Hyunjin again, "that's my thing." He smiled and poked your side, causing the other to resume his previous assault.

You laughed involuntarily and tried your best to push them off. "I hate you guys."

Eventually, they had enough and stopped their ticklish attacks with a smile on their face. "We love you too~"

"Seriously..." you puffed out a laugh and went on your way, the two idiot best friends following behind.

"Where are you going?" Jisung wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "to see Minho?" Hyunjin eyed over curiously.

"Yeah. We're going to have a movie night tonight. " Ever the man, Jisung raised an eyebrow questionably. "Netflix and chill?" You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. "It's not like that. We're just friends. Plus! I think he likes someone else."

"What makes you think that?" Hyunjin titled his head to the side, "I mean, he's, like, obviously head over heals for you. You literally don't have anything to worry about. I don't think I've seen anyone as devoted as him." Jisung nodded his head. "Minho Hyung always tells me about how cute you are. Not to mention he won't stop talking about you. I can't get through one meal with him without it being 'y/n this, y/n that.' It's annoying, honestly."

You sucked in a breath, heat rushing up to your cheeks, turning them a bright red. "Oh my god, stop." You put your hands over your face and whined. "And he calls me cute all the time. It doesn't mean anything."

"But you're still blushing, right?" No denying that.

"Whatever, let's just go. I was supposed to pick up snacks on my way there."

###

Shortly after grabbing snacks and a successful attempt to send a troublesome Jisung home, you were finally sat comfortably on Minho's couch while he pops the popcorn in the kitchen.

"Hey, don't forget the extra—"

"Butter?" Minho looked back and smiled. "I already added it in." You smiled, "What would I ever do without you?"

"Probably die." Minho walked over with a bowl filled with popcorn. "I would too if I didn't have someone so handsome and amazing with me all the time."

"Shut up," you laughed, "You're so full of it." You reached over for the bowl, taking it from the his hands. "You love it though," he smirked and sat down. "That I do."

You were halfway through the movie when you started sneaking glances at Minho. The movie was boring anyway, and Minho was looking a little too fine.

You admired his beautiful face, taking in his features. His soft plump lips, enchanting eyes that watched the movie with interest. No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always gorgeous. It was hard to believe someone as talented, nice, and beautiful as him existed.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

Minho turned his head and stared at you, the corner of his lips turned up. "Am I that handsome? That you just can't enough of me?" Your jaw dropped slightly, face immediately turning red. "W-well, uh, you see..."

"It's okay, y/n. I know I look good." He wore a smug smile, patting your back.

You looked down to the floor in embarrassment, thinking of what to say. No comeback could come to mind. You had to say something or else it would just get more awkward.

"Yeah. Uh, you're really pretty, Minho."

Speechless, he turned to look at you, his own face red. He took a moment to process your words before finally responding. "I know."

"Oh shut up!" You laughed and pushed his shoulder. "I'm pouring my heart out to you. Can't you afford to be a little less self-centered?"

Minho smiled and held his shoulder, relishing in your angelic laugh. He let out a blissful sigh, "ah, fuck it. Hey, you know what?" You tilted your head to the side, humming for him to continue.

"I really like you."

"What?"

"Listen, I know you don't feel the same way, but I had to say it," he paused, "gosh, this is embarrassing... I just, I just like— no love. I love you, y/n. And not in the best friends type of way. I want to take you out on dates, hold your hand, maybe even kiss if you'd let me. We've been friends for so long, and I literally cannot see my life without you. I love you so much it's so, ah. I'm not too good at this..."

You took his hand, making him stop his ranting. "Minho. I like you too. I love you, I have for a while now." You could feel your face burning. Not only did you get to confess to your crush, but he confessed first! It feels so unreal; your deepest fantasies finally coming true.

"Can I kiss you?" He ran his thumb over your knuckles, the movie long forgotten.

"Do you even have to ask?" His breath gently fanned onto your lips. Slowly, Minho leaned in, soft, plush lips meeting your own. You smiled into the kiss, warm feelings erupting throughout your soul. No doubt the same was happening to him.

His hand came up to your neck, cupping the back of it, and bringing you closer. All these years of crushing on someone you thought you could never have, all those tears shed. He finally loved you back.

Only pulling away for air, you wrapped your arms around his chest, engulfing him in a hug. He did the same, squeezing you tight like you were to run if he let go. "I love you so much."

You didn't dare move. If you two ended sound asleep cuddling on the couch, well, thats your business.

bonus .

You woke up to the sound of banging on the door, jumping at the sound.

"Minho Hyung! Open up!"

You looked beside you, seeing said man with a hand on your waist and another cradling your head. With a sigh, you were about to sit up to let Jisung in when the hand on your waist tightened.

"Sleep a little more, he'll go away sooner or later." You let out a giggle and laid back down into the warmth of his arms.

"Okay."

— only god knows how long ive been putting this off 💀 oopsies. lmk if i made any mistakes :3

@sprdmywings # do not copy/steal or translate any works

#🍓;sprdmywings% #stray kids #lee know #lee minho #lee know x male reader #can be gn reader but it wasnt supposed to be 😓 #fluff #first kiss #best friends to lovers

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Thank You For the Venom (My Chemical Romance)

You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve/You wanna follow something, give me a better cause to lead/Just give me what I need, give me a reason to believe/So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills/And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill/You're running after something that you'll never kill/If this is what you want, then fire at will

"It just goes fucking hard! And it feels SO broadly applicable to martyred and maligned leaders. It's about burnout and rage and wanting to fight FOR something but struggling to find purpose beyond that fight. It's about nevertheless placing yourself in harm's way because SOMEONE has to."

Morbid Obsessions (We Are The Union)

She wanted a dress/Like all the other girls, a head full of curls/They said son you can't always get/What you want in this world/Let go of these morbid obsessions/Every thought feels like a confession/She said, she said, she said If I get one life, gonna do what I want

"i literally cry every time i listen to it because it’s a song written by a trans woman abt her experiences and just. living as a trans person, it’s so painfully relatable, like a lot of it is abt being rejected by ppl who were once close to you before you came out and also being rejected by society for just trying to live your life the way that makes you happy i’m literally crying just reading the lyrics to put in submissions, oh my god also the music video is so fucking good and. this band is so fucking good and. i’m just very emotional abt the shared trans experience and how much we go through just to try and love ourselves when nobody else wants us to be able to for some stupid fucking reason like brb i have to blow my nose i’m literally a mess over this song"

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #my chemical romance #we are the union

[ahyesmygoodomenssideblog]

Goats and forgiveness

Season 2 expands on Aziraphale's thing with forgiveness. It starts off with Aziraphale being a very nice landlord:

M: You can't just forgive me eight months' rent! A: Oh, I can. I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favorite things!

Then it gets brought up again in the Job minisode, under very different circumstances. Here, God made a deal with the devil to test Job's faith. Aziraphale goes along with it up until he knows they're permanently killing 3 children. Gabriel tells him: "What we are doing is simply not stopping hell. What they do is up to them." From there, Aziraphale is able to shift the blame off of God and onto Crawly, and we get this exchange:

A: I get to do what God wants. C: Like killing innocent children to win a bet with Satan? A: I… I don't think that is what God wants. And I don't think you want it either. C: What do you know about what I want? A: I know you. C: You do not know me.  A: I know the angel you were. C: The angel you knew is not me. A: Then… Then you tell me that you want to do this. You look me in the eye and tell me. C: I want to. I long to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job, just as I destroyed his blameless goats. A: Then God forgive you.

Aziraphale decides that God doesn't actually want Job's children killed, so he asks God to forgive Crawly for (by all accounts) fulfilling God's will.

This is also the first time (chronologically) that we see Aziraphale reference the angel Crowley used to be. It comes up again in the bandstand fight. Crowley curses God's plan to *checks notes* end the entire world, so Aziraphale says:

A: May you be forgiven. C: Oh I won't be forgiven. Not ever. That's part of a demon's job description. Unforgivable, that's what I am. A: You were an angel once. C: That was a long time ago.

Here, forgiveness is tied directly to Crowley's status as a demon/former angel. The exchange hints at a fundamental difference in their views.

There's a scene that isn't talked about much, but it seems particularly relevant given that s3 is set to be about the Second Coming. Forgiveness does come up in it. When Jesus is getting nailed to the cross, he says:

Father, please, you have to forgive them! They don't know what they are doing!

Jesus' crucifixion is immediately followed by the Rome scene. The Rome scene has a notable distinction in that the title card for it doesn't give a specific year; it's instead defined in relation to the previous scene:

8 years after Jesus died on the cross, Aziraphale greets Crowley like this:

A: Crawly- Crowley? Well, fancy running into you here! Still a demon, then? C: What kind of stupid question is that, "Still a demon"? What else am I going to be, an aardvark?

It's a strange thing to say after knowing Crowley as a demon for ~4000 years, unless Aziraphale believes the Christian tenet that Jesus died to forgive everyone's sins. Crowley doesn't seem to consider this a possibility at all. But if it is true, then all that's preventing everyone from salvation now is simply asking God to forgive them.

Forgiveness is one of Aziraphale's favorite things.

Aziraphale seems to view Crowley as redeemable. He knows on some level that Crowley is a good person who doesn't deserve eternal damnation, but he's unable to reconcile Crowley's fate with his own concept of a kind and loving God. This can really only be resolved if Crowley is either forgiven for his sins or if Crowley is the one who chooses to remain a demon when he could be saved.

Crowley first brings up goats in the Flood scene. They play a bigger role in the Job scene. Crowley brings them up over and over again. The Job episode actually starts off with him talking to the goats directly:

You should know why you're about to die. God has abandoned you. The God who claims to love you, who demands your praise, has given you up to be destroyed.

Fun fact: the term scapegoat originally referred to literal goats. It was standard practice to sacrifice animals to God as atonement for sins. To clarify: slaughtering innocent creatures was a requirement to remain in good standing with God.

(Scapegoats specifically were goats burdened with the sins of the town and then cast off to wander the wilderness alone.)

These harsh methods of atonement became unnecessary under Christianity due to Jesus' crucifixion. Jesus was a scapegoat. He died for our sins and we continue to honor his sacrifice with the symbol of the cross he was executed on.

After Jesus died, forgiveness became easy. God became generally more palatable. Aziraphale loves forgiveness. He's very good at it. He's a kind person.

Thousands of years before Jesus' death, Sitis begged for her children to be spared:

S: But they've done nothing! They're innocent! C: So were the goats.

There are fundamental differences in Aziraphale and Crowley's belief systems. Aziraphale defines right and wrong based on whether an action is in accordance with God's will. Crowley defines right and wrong based on whether an action is right or wrong. He is against innocent people suffering regardless of whether or not it's what God wants. This matters because Crowley and Aziraphale both know firsthand that their God is willing to punish good and innocent people. They were there for the Flood. They were there for Job. They were there for Jesus' crucifixion.

Aziraphale is a bad angel. He has doubts. He tries to protect humans when he can. When push comes to shove, he'll defy God to do it.

But Crowley is a good person. Crowley does good despite being punished for it. He continues to do good despite the risk of further punishment. And when it comes down to it, Crowley was the only person in Heaven and on Earth who would defend even the blameless goats.

Aziraphale forgives Crowley several times in the show, and never for very good reasons. Crowley apologizes to Aziraphale when he wasn't really wrong. Crowley doesn't apologize to God. He never asks God for forgiveness. And by the time they part ways, Crowley rejects Aziraphale's forgiveness, too.

#good omens season 2 #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #Aziraphale should have known better since the Flood at least #Aziraphale does a lot of bad things because of his religious beliefs #Crowley has a stronger moral compass than everyone in Heaven and Hell combined

[warwickroyals]

beginning - previous - next

post is long af, but i have things i have to establish and alyssa's readers need to learn warwick lore if they hope to understand anything i have planned!

ps - can't believe i wrote dialogue for contessina, she's always been my favourite of helena's children

@thegrimalldis

[CONTESSINA, TEXT] Wilhelmina. When your father and I allowed you to move abroad it was under the assumption that you would be responsible and focus on school

[CONTESSINA, TEXT] Spending over 25K in under a month is unacceptable and proves that you're not ready to be living on your own

[MINA] Is she serious?

[CONTESSINA, TEXT] I have tried calling you twice already. Why don't you answer? Your father wants to speak w/ you.

[MINA] She cannot be serious, oh my God!

[MINA, TEXT] Mom relax.  School IS my priority but ppl here have standards. WMU isn't boarding school i cant wear the same ugly clothes every day!

[MINA, TEXT] Im sorry i missed ur call but theres nothing to talk about. Im exactly where i belong. No matter what ppl at home think . . . im living for myself now

~

[TELEVISION] By late 1967, the relationship had been going on for over half a decade.

[TELEVISION] The flame hadn’t died, Louis was still quite obsessed, and it was around that time members of the family—his mother, his grandmother—worried he was considering marriage.

[TELEVISION]   The relationship just wasn’t tenable, especially for the time. I mean, Queen Anne famously told her grandson a royal consort must without exception be wealthy, winsome, and white. The point stuck, Farrah Nassar was none of those things.

[TELEVISION] So, already we’re seeing the standards Prince Louis was held to, with those in mind it

becomes easy to understand why he eventually settled on Irene. Irene was the quintessential royal bride in many, many ways. 

The Wynnes were one of Sunderland’s oldest aristocratic families. Lady Irene’s ancestors had been in North America since the Mayflower and had walked the halls of our most esteemed institutions for generations. Top politicians, military commanders, and socialites. Queen Consort wouldn’t be a daunting title for a Wynne, or so everyone assumed—

[???] MINA, MINA, MINA!

[MINA] I’m coming, I’m coming, Jeez

[ZELLA] It was bad, Mina, so, so bad.

[MINA] You also smell “so, so bad”. Like gasoline and alcohol and . . . death

[MINA] Was it basketball again? Don’t say it was basketball, again.

[ZELLA] No, it was his stupid girlfriend. [IMMITATING TRE] "Naw, Zel, you don't know. She's so good. She runs a charity for pugs with proptosis. Her little brother has cancer. I can't mess this up." All because I told him it was a bad idea to bring her to my birthday party.

[TV SUBTITLES] Her parents and sisters were ecstatic. Irene received a lot of positive encouragement from her mother, Countess Wynne, in particular.

[ZELLA] I told you not to invite him. He’s a total cornball. It wish he would just hurry up and marry her. I’m not trying to play—I don’t even wanna fucking talk about it anymore. Which one is this?

[MINA] Uh, the doc? Women of Warwick it’s about—

[ZELLA] Whatever, just play it, I need a distraction.

[TELEVISION] I think early on Irene realized something was amiss. Farrah would just keep popping up. At family picnics and charity galas. Louis tried to pass her off as a friend, but Irene sensed the intimacy.

Irene was deeply hurt.

[TELEVISION] She would come to her mother in floods of tears saying, “Mommy, I

 can’t do this, Louis is in love with someone else.”  Countess Wynne, romance author, staunch

traditionalist, and . . .  Stepford wife—sorry—told her daughter that Farrah wasn’t a threat, that

 Louis would lose interest in her once marriage and children came along—

[ZELLA] I relate to her so badly. 

[MINA] Irene? Because same, I mean, our families are sorta similar.

[ZELLA] No, Farrah.

[MINA] EW! Don’t ever say that again, I will literally cut you off.

[ZELLA] Why?

[MINA] Because, like, how do you even do that? Like, how do you sleep with a married man with little children and feel literally no remorse? She is definitely going to hell.

[ZELLA] I'm not saying what she did was right, I'm just saying that we never hear her side of the story.

[MINA] Yeah, because she ran away like a coward after everything blew up in her snake face.

[ZELLA] C'mon, I’ve watched too many of these things with you. There are reasons to feel bad for her.

[ZELLA] Farrah was, like, an outsider, right? People always said that she didn’t deserve the things Irene had so, like, people got super fucking angry when the cheating came out. They thought she didn’t deserve that love—Don’t look at me like that, I’m spitting! Why has everyone forgiven Louis for the cheating but not her, then?

[MINA] Why do I get the feeling this is just about stupid Tré and his stupid car and his stupid maybe-girlfriend with the pug obsession? He’s a bum, Zella, forget about him.

[ZELLA] You’re not going to guilt-trip me into relating to Farrah, it’s not that deep.

[MINA] Can I guilt-trip you for going on dates with someone you hate, though?

[ZELLA] At least I’m actually going on dates, Mina.

[MINA] It’s called having standards. Why would I settle when there’s so much bigger and brighter?

[ZELLA] Not this again, Lord.

[MINA] A princess belongs with a prince, that’s the way the world works.

[ZELLA] No, that’s how the Grimalldis’ world works, and everyone else is just living life.

#warwick.story #chapter three #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ch: mina #ch: zella #✨

[daddyy333]

“Can I do something insane?” | Eddie x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 2.9k

warnings: includes very descriptive mentions of abuse, eating disorder, weight loss, and weight gain, and sh

summary: Eddie saves you from being manipulated and abused by your abuse asshole boyfriend Jason Carver and you can’t help but fall in love with him

"God damn it! What the hell was that, y/n?!" He said as you got to his room, slamming you into the wall. You whimpered and said "I-I'm sorry I've- ah!" He slapped you.

He scoffed and pushed you to the ground, going to the bathroom and taking his shower. You cried on the floor, your head pounding, your stomach rumbling after 3 days of not eating, your eyes just wanting to close and get some rest.

Jason told you not to tell anyone about the abuse, because he said he did it because he loved you. Besides, no one would believe you. Jason's rich, he's got good grades, he's captain of the basketball team, he wouldn't abuse his girlfriend.

God, he's so loving in public but as soon as they're alone he finds something to yell at her for. "Get in here," he said and you took a deep breath. You stood up shakily and he said "strip and get in here with me. I need you,"

"I-I can't I'm on my period," you said, hoping he wouldn't yell at you for it. He sighed and said "then come suck me off, you dumb bitch. You ain't new here"

You sighed and opened the shower curtain, he moved the shower head away and he shoved 3 inches into your mouth. You "showed him how much you loved him" every night. Or else Jason would get angry. He came within 2 minutes and made you swallow.

He pushed your head into the wall and closed the shower curtain, washing himself off. You made your way out of the bathroom and undressed, waiting to shower. Your head hurt, but you kept telling yourself it was because he loved you.

"You're getting fat again. Are you fucking eating after I told you not to, fatass?" He said and you shook your head. He scoffed and smacked you in the face, making you shriek.

Sometimes you fought back, and that's when he really beat you. You tried to kick him away but he got pissed off and pushed you on the bed, pinning your arms down with one hand and punching you over and over again. "He loves me," you told yourself.

He typically avoided your face considering he didn't want anyone to find out. Which meant your lungs and stomach got the worst of it. "I-I can't- augh! I c-can't bre-eathe!" You tried to say, literally gasping for air.

He pushed you off the bed and said "I don't give a shit. Hell, maybe it's better that way. Get your fat ass in the shower and weigh yourself when you're done" You slowly crawled to the bathroom, pain erupting all over your body.

He used all the hot water, and you were already injured and weak so this was gonna be hell. You weighed yourself and whimpered, he was going to kill you. He wanted you to be 100 pounds, you were 103.

"What the fuck! I told you to stop eating!" He said and smacked you in the back of the head. You whimpered and said "I haven't had anything in days. Not even water, I swear!" "Obviously not!" He said and scoffed, pushing towards the bedroom making you trip and fall on your broken ribs.

He laughed and kicked you. "Stupid clumsy whore. Get your ass in bed, that's 3 more days without food now. Quit being so fucking fat" he said and got into bed. You cried yourself to sleep, and he would groan at every little sniffle and whimper. He sighed and said "I only do this because I love you and want to see you be the best version of yourself you can possibly be" You nodded and he fell asleep.

You messed up your routine at the game and kept zoning out because you were exhausted and overworked and extremely stressed. You lied earlier, you didn't even get your period anymore because you were so small and so stressed, and was starving yourself.

It was just nice to have 4-5 days without him using you like a whore. Obviously you still had to make him cum, but at least this was a little less painful. No one even realized how sunken in your face was, how your bones jutted out, how tired you were.

All they saw was a perfect romance they wished to have. You weren't sure why, since love was so painful. He was so abusive for no reason, and the worst part was that your parents were dead and you were placed under your aunt's care and she doesn't even care about you enough to check up on where you are, so he has you all to himself.

You woke up the next morning and covered your bruises as best you could, and put on an outfit that he cringed at. It was sweatpants and a regular sweater. You didn't like form fitting and revealing clothes, and plus you didn't have enough foundation left to cover your self harm scars.

You'd noticed Eddie had been watching you a lot lately and you started getting worried. You never once thought of him as a freak. In fact, you tried to make Jason stop calling him that on multiple occasions and ended up having to call into school sick because of how bad he "loved" you.

You were worried because Eddie could read you like a book. You guys had been really good friends up until freshman year, when you met Jason. He wouldn't let you hang out with Eddie anymore and you kept trying and it broke your heart when Eddie told you to "go hang out with your new friends".

You missed being friends with Eddie every single day. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that one day he would be in love too, and he would understand. He almost figured it out in Sophmore year, he saw you flinch once around Jason and you just told him he was seeing things, you didn't realize flinching was such a bad thing.

You got to first period and Jason pulled your chair closer to put his arm over your shoulder. All the guys started chuckling and cheering. The girls giggled and wished they were you.

At first you tried to stay away from Jason as much as you could, but you had no other friends. Jason made sure of that. You couldn't talk to his basketball friends or else he'd call you a slut and leave some nasty marks on you.

"H-Hey y/n...are you okay?" Lucas asked. You looked up at him and shook your head. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You said, checking to make sure Jason wasn't looking at you.

He sighed and said "I-I just noticed you look a little uncomfortable like just in general" "yea, well last night was a bit of a work out I'm just tired and sore" you said and he nodded. God, you wish all the soreness and pain you felt everytime you even breathed was from cheerleading. "Being in love makes the pain worth it" you told yourself.

"What the hell was that? Why were you talking to Sinclair?" Jason whispered in your ear as he hugged you, he smirked and slapped your ass in front of everyone. "H-He just asked if I was okay" you said and Jason growled.

"You've been telling people about the way I love you," he said and pulled away, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. "I swear I didn't," you said as he pulled away.

He kissed your head and said "I'll see you tonight, beautiful" "see you, babe," you said and opened your locker, so you could hide your face and no one would know you were about to cry. You didn't like when he touched you like that in front of everyone, it made you really uncomfortable.

Jason and the whole basketball team had to leave early for an away game, so you decided to stay after school and read on the bench in the middle of the woods. You liked this, in fact you loved it. Jason said he didn't like needy girls who had their face stuck in a book, so you didn't get to read often.

Eddie followed you and you nearly fell out of the seat when he called your name. "Woah, woah, hey it's just me," he said, putting his hands up. He sat on the table part of the bench and cleared his throat. He looked over at you and said "I uh...I wanted to ask if everything was okay? If your relationship with Jason was hurting you at all?" "I'm great. Jason and I are really in love" you said and Eddie looked at you and nodded.

"Y/n...I-I haven't seen you eat in 4 days. The makeup you used to cover the bruise on your face is fading and you are visibly uncomfortable and scared and nervous around Jason. You don't need to pretend anymore, I can help you get away from him," Eddie said and you shook your head.

"N-Nothing's going on with me and Jason. He loves me, and I love him, we're really happy together. A-And I do eat, the school lunch is just gross and I eat at home instead" you said and Eddie put his head in his hands.

"Y/n please...eventually he's going to kill you. Don't you realize that? He's making you get smaller and weaker so it's easier to control you. You need help, y/n. You aren't safe or healthy right now and that's not okay..." he said and realized the way you were talking, and how your leg bounced and your picked at your hands, really hoping what he was thinking wasn't the truth.

"H-How does Jason show his love for you?" He asked and you bit your lip nervously. You sighed and said "just like everyone else. H-He hits me a lot, but that's only because he loves me and wants me to learn how to be perfect. It's okay, I promise"

"No, no it's not y/n. That's abuse, plain and simple. He is physically abusing you every single day because he knows you're vulnerable. Abuse is not love, okay? God, it's- it's fucking illegal for a reason. What Jason is doing to you is not normal and can put him in prison" Eddie said and you shook your head.

You sighed and said "how is love illegal?" "That isn't love, y/n. You don't hit anyone, especially the people you love. You don't deserve this, y/n, any of this" he said and you didn't want to believe him but you slow began to realize that maybe he was right.

"Oh- O-Oh my god...oh my god, Eddie," you said and began to tear up. He couldn't believe it. This whole time you had no idea that this was something bad, or wrong. You genuinely thought that this was just how you showed love.

Eddie begged you to stay at his place that night, even though Jason got pissed and blew up your phone. Eddie turned it off and distracted you the best he could. You were so grateful to have him, he was right, you would have died if you stayed with him and you wouldn't have ever realized this if it weren't for Eddie.

"Here, I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you" he said and you changed into the clothes he gave you. You put the pants on but they instantly fell off of you. You sighed, looking in his mirror. You bit your lip and put on your pants from earlier and he furrowed his eyebrows when you came out.

"I-I'm too small to fit into those. They just fall right off" you said and he furrowed his eyebrows and said "how? Those were my uncle's ex-girlfriends pants and she was literally the size of an12 year old boy" "I guess I'm an 8 year old boy" you said and you both laughed a little.

You noticed Eddie's mood quickly got sad and you took a deep breath. "Is everything okay?" You asked and he nodded. He smiled a little and said "are you uhm...are you in the mood for dinner?" "I-I don't...uhm...Jason said I can't eat for 3 more days" you said, and he instantly turned around and his eyes widened.

"What? W-What did- what?" He said, desperately hoping he was hearing things. You cleared your throat and said "Jason told me I was getting too big and that I couldn't eat for 3 more days" "when was the last time you ate?" Eddie asked quietly and you sighed.

"Uhm...I-I think 4 days ago. I-I had a granola bar and some iced tea" you said and Eddie took a deep breath, trying not to show you how angry he was. He reached his hand out and said "come on, y/n. I need to take you to the police station so that this sick bastard can go where he belongs"

"W-What- no, he doesn't need to go to jail" you said and Eddie ran his hands over his face and groaned. He pointed to the mirror and said "look at yourself in the mirror. Look at how boney your face and hands are. Look at the bruises on your face and neck. Tell me someone shouldn't go to prison for doing that to someone. Look me in the eyes and honestly tell me that abusing and forcing the woman who has been nothing but loyal and loving to you for 4 years to starve herself is not a reason for someone to be sent to prison, y/n"

"I-I'm scared, Eddie..." you whimpered and he slowly tucked your hair behind your ear, wiping your tears away. He sighed and said "it's gonna be just fine, y/n, I promise. Once he's in jail you'll be safe again. You can come live with me, and I'll protect you and take care of you and keep you safe for as long as I can. Please, y/n, let me help you"

You nodded and he drove you to the police station, stayed with you wherever he could and even though it took a long time, Jason was brought in for questioning and was arrested.

He was pissed and when he walked by you, lunged out of the officer's arms and got you on the ground, using his cuffed hands to punch you. They got him off of you and Eddie instantly scooped you up and got you away.

He tried to set you down but you just cried and held onto him. This was it, you had finally broken. "I-I hate him..." you said and Eddie sat down. He stroked your hair and said "you have every right to. I'm glad you told me and this is over now. I can't wait to see you happy again"

You nuzzled into his chest and he said "we can leave now if you want. I'll take you back to my trailer and let you get some rest" "o-ok..." you said and he gently put you in the car and drove back to his trailer. You fell asleep in the car and he shook you gently, worried her press on an injury.

You mumbled something and curled up, not wanting to move. "Y/n, come inside so you can sleep somewhere comfortable" he said and you groaned. You sighed and slowly opened your eyes, looking over at Eddie.

He brought you inside and you instantly crawled into his bed and fell asleep, smiling as you took in your favorite smell, Eddie. He chuckled and went to sleep on the couch, not wanting to scare you by sleeping next to you and accidentally touching you.

The next morning, he made you a small breakfast, and waited so that he could eat with you to make you more comfortable. He spent most of the day just letting you adjust to the new space, meeting his uncle and he went to your aunts to get all your clothes and stuff.

About a year later, you were happier than ever. He helped you get to a healthy 130 pounds, he also helped you realize what a healthy relationship was, even just a platonic one. His friend group welcomed you with open arms, and helped your healing process just as much as Eddie did.

You helped him finally pass highschool, and you both got a job at the same place so you were constantly together. Today he brought you to Rink-O-Mania, you two messing around on the rink and eating and drinking tons of junk food. You both crashed in the booth and he chuckled, tickling your sides which made you squeal and squirm.

"Eddie!" You giggled and he laughed as you almost fell out of the booth and caught you just before you could. You sighed and said "god I wish you were ticklish" "yea, sucks to suck huh?" He said and sipped his milkshake.

You bit your lip and said "Eddie, can I do something insane?" "Uhh sure" he said, not really aware of what you were thinking of. You leaned in, cupping his cheek and kissing him.

His hand and made it your waist, the other to your cheek. You pulled away and smiled and you both chuckled. "Do it again," he said and you leaned in once more, connecting your lips in a long awaited kiss.

"I've been waiting for that since we were 10 years old," he said and you giggled. He chuckled and you said "seriously?" "Absolutely," he said and you shook your head, kissing him again.

I’m not really sure how taglists work cause I don’t interact a lot on this app I mostly read stuff, but just dm me with the taglist you want to be added to (because soon enough I’ll be posting other characters/people)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #protective!eddie

[jojotier]

Okay. How do you tell your friend-maybe-kinda-enemy-spy that her kid's got superpowers?

John's still kind of at a loss for words, sitting in the middle of Dave's living room and not using any of them because Dave's off making like... he said tea, but John kinda doesn't know if it's actually tea, cause the last time he just boiled gatorade so...

"Hey," Dirk pipes up across from John, and it kind of startles him, because usually Dirk doesn't really say a lot. He just kinda seems to chill, and give off Children of the Corn vibes occasionally. But still, it's nice to hear-

"Children of the Corn?" Dirk asks, raising an eyebrow.

John stops before he can even get out his response to the first thing because wait... how... what

"You're wondering how I'm doing that, right?" Dirk asks.

John starts, "What-"

"- the fuck?" Dirk finishes in his little baby voice.

"You can't just say that-"

"You just thought it?"

John stops. Blinks. God, okay, he... he really doesn't know what to think here, because

"It's kinda weird, right?" Dirk comments, juggling Lil Cal on his hip. When he walks over, he walks over like a little old man, weary of the world at the ripe old age of whenever the kids start teething. "Rox isn't the only one."

John, kind of at a loss for what else to say, says, "I mean yeah, I'm getting the picture."

Dirk's a little late if he wants to scare him, he thinks. Jane did that enough for any of the subsequent kids when she took John's burnt hand and

pivoting his thoughts quickly, John started trying very hard not to think about pink elephants. Because there were some things kids really did not need to see.

"I'm not trying to scare you," Dirk said, putting both of his hands on John's and patting it, "I'm saying that no one will ever believe you."

He stares as Dirk pulls away and shuffles back into the overstuffed armchair off in the corner, kicking his feet on his way up. John wonders if maybe he should get up to help Dirk up, but he feels stuck to the stupid shitty floral patterning on this yard sale futon.

Dirk doesn't respond to any more thoughts. He just sort of fiddles with Cal's creepy plush hands and gallops a Rainbow Dash happy meals toy along the arm of the chair, and whenever he glances up at John, he gets this tiny little smile on his face before going back to pretending that he doesn't see John five seconds away from a meltdown, because what the fuck is he supposed to do with THIS information, exactly??

He still doesn't look up when Dave comes into the room. It's a fisher price tea set in Dave's hands. John stares blankly at the face plastered to the side of the plastic kettle and wonders how it is that the more he learns about literally anyone he knows, the more he's realizing none of them are like. Normal.

"Dave," John weakly tries to say, "I think Dirk can... read... minds."

"Yeah man- kid's introspective as hell," Dave says, puffing out his chest. "Makes me think if he can hear my thoughts sometimes, like, he's that good at guessin' what's runnin' round the custard bowl I got spinnin' on this fine neck a' mine. Rose might say she don't hear shit but her fancy degrees ain't got nothin' on Dirk's intuition."

Dirk pipes up to say, "John's gonna say that no, really, I can read minds."

John's eyes bulge open wide as he gestures, a bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck. "Literally!! He literally just read my mind!!! What-"

"Hell yeah my guy," Dave nods approvingly, "Told ya."

"John's being serious," Dirk says.

Dave pours John a cup of suspiciously sugary-smelling tea, "Yeah, I getcha. It'd be kinda rad if he could, honestly. Helps with all the propaganda."

"Of course he c-" John stops up short. Wait. "Wait, what?"

"What?" Dave asks.

"You said something? About propaganda?"

Dirk, looking at something near Dave's shoe, chimes in, "Prospit propaganda." and Dave shoots him a look, shaking his head very rapidly but also in a very minute way somehow.

"What about Prospitian...?" John starts to ask, following Dirk's line of sight. Right next to Dave's shoe is one of the many stacks of random miscellaneous papers scattered around the apartment, which didn't really catch John's eye at first because like, well, artists were pretty eccentric, right? And Dave was like a step beyond eccentric. John would even call Dave some kind of fucking weirdo.

But then he tilts his head and squints a little, and he thinks he can make out some words- words like... mology of brain fog resulting from additives, weaponizing the 'ingredients you can pronounce' health craze against Bet

Dave rapidly starts kicking the papers under the couch, firing off at the mouth in the most uncool tirade known to man.

"Whoah, propaganda? Did I say that?" Dave is saying, "Sounds way too fancy for my blood yo, and I know what you're thinkin'- my blood? Less than fancy? You'd sooner believe my blood was poorer than its weight in gold, and I'd be like well schucks, ya got me wasting precious hemoglobin signalin' to the audience that our happy doki doki shoujo romance is about to come into full bloom, 'cept those aftereffects roses are also too fancy for my blood so you're gonna haveta just work with me while I try to rig up the stage lighting and whatever scraps I can fish out the dumpster outside the local Red Cross to-"

As Dave continues to narrate full essays worth of weird possible-excuses, Dirk just looks over at John and says, "Bro thinks too loud." And John now knows.

As Dave somehow gets into the details of how Soviet LOTAK's demise precedented the need for more cartoon penises gratified on bilboards, John takes a sip from his obnoxious kiddie tea cup.

It's hot gatorade.

#homestuck #sxfstuck #john egbert #dirk strider #dave strider #my writing #rest in peace john #your sanity will be missed

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

it is interesting. the thing about christianity that christians most often tout as the reason why christianity is superior is the exact same thing that i always struggled with the most.

that "thing" is the concept of salvation. specifically, salvation from sin (especially original sin).

and i think one of the reasons why paganism appealed is precisely because it didn't have this thing. at least not in the same way.

it just always seems so convoluted to me. it seemed like a solution to a problem they invented. and it doesn't even make any sense.

one specific thing that always confused me was the immaculate conception. it's just strange to me. if god can make it so mary is immaculately conceived and born without original sin....why can't he do that for everyone? yeah i know it's mostly a catholic thing but still.

also, another thing is, i've never understood the significance of jesus' "sacrifice". like....he is god. how is that a sacrifice? he endures a day of suffering and then wakes up in heaven as the ruler of the universe? that suffering must be like stepping on a lego in the grand scheme of things. lmao. his suffering wasn't even unique either. romans crucified people all the time. there were literally two other guys suffering the same fate right next to him.\

also if it's essentially god sacrificing himself to himself....why all the melodrama? why do you have to go through all that to "wash away" everyone's sin? no one else seems to be involved in the transaction. couldn't you do it all without the suffering and the crucifixion.

also, most christians don't even understand how jesus dying is supposed to "save" us in the first place. there are all kinds of theories of atonement. but even among "scholarly" circles there's no real consensus. different churches will tend to one or another. but no one is really sure. ask yourself. how does jesus dying wash away your sins? is his death the devil's ransom? or was it to satisfy god's righteous fury? was it just a moral example? penal substitution? most people have never even really thought about it and took the "jesus died for our sins" refrain for granted.

and the questions continue. why is there sin at all? free will? okay well how can we have free will if god is all knowing? but sure let's grant free will. then why did he put the tree of knowledge of good and evil in the garden of eden? why even insert that kind of temptation? was it a test? why? it's like i tell a child to not eat a donut i placed on a table and then holding a lifelong grudge against them when they inevitably do. it seems so petty and stupid and kind of fucked up and irresponsible. also, like why can't he just show up to everyone and perform miracles and outline the rules clearly to people? if the choice is between salvation and eternal damnation i feel like he should be a bit more clear and direct. why gamble with people's souls? more petty testing? is it all just a game or something?

and i can keep going. but you get the idea. this is so central to christianity and one of the biggest points christians bring up when we discuss religion but it's so convoluted. and it just reads like someone make it up as they go along. and that's fine btw. that's literally what i believe about all religions, even my own. no religion is static and they're all constantly changing and adapting and evolving. and that's fine! but christianity always pretends to be different and superior for that difference. if they were just like "yeah idk it's all just myth and tradition and we're doing our best to interpret it and its mystery ultimately escapes us" or something like that i could respect that. but most christians are like "no. this is the absolute revealed truth and it's why christianity is superior and if you don't believe it you're wrong and going to hell."

lmao.

#just some more musing about religion #inspired by stuff i saw on twitter

[leaflovingal]

Cawl rant time, plus other admech fan annoyances

TLDR: I'm fine with him as a character, he's just the face of Admech and I think that's stupid, especially considering the already massive lack of Ad Mech characters.

Okay so, I saw on the Ad Mech subreddit that there's a new book with Cawl and Fabius Bile. Dope. Looking forward to it. However, it got me thinkin; why Cawl? Why choose Cawl over any other Admech character? Well, there aren't any. There are no other Ad Mech characters.

While yes, obviously, there are other characters in other books, like Kostov and stuff, there are no other major Ad Mech characters currently alive in the setting as far as I know of. There are, say, Kane and Land, but land is dead and i believe Kane dissapeared. Cawl is the start and end of Ad Mech characters in the setting. And that's really fucking lame obviously.

Now, I do not have a problem with Belisarius Cawl as a character, however he should not be the face of the Adeptus Mechanicus. How many other factions have their main character, their big guy, go entirely against several rules that define their faction? Probably a few, sure, but I can't personally think of any. Does say, cato sicarius go against all the rules of the Ultramarines? I think he uses drop pods aggressively but other than that he's not very standout other than "im special boy".

Cawl made a fucking AI. Straight up. He invented a shit ton of new stuff. He uses xenotech. The vast majority of the Adeptus Mechanicus would flay him given the chance. They hate him. Why is he their poster boy? It makes no sense. I understand that the Adeptus Mechanicus are difficult to make interesting on an individual level, but holy shit do you have to make their main guy shit all over their religion?

Not to mention that he has been a part of all the important shit for the Admech as of late, if not the sole part of them present. Cadia? Check. Biggest upgrade the imperium has gotten in thousands of years? That was him. Nice game for my faction, would be a shame if I just *tricked a fucking c'tan shard AKA part of a literal god* making that previous ordeal seem lame by comparison. Good job fighting through a tomb world, i cheated a literal actual god.

It's just so tiring, especially with how Admech can barely pull a win anywhere else in lore, plus current rules for tabletop. Also, y'know, lion getting to deal with vashtorr. You know, vashtorr the evil machine god dude? The one that would work super well to bring the dark mechanicum back into relevance? The one that could offer a really good reason make a new faction for tabletop and update another? No. Dark angels. Lmao.

Fuck dude. Okay, trying to wrap this up, hopefully GW doesnt shit all over us in the codex. While yes the rules and abilities in 9th were a lot to learn, that idea of making a machine with your cogs is neccessary to give the ad mech an identity on tabletop. Medium to small army of mediocre units that can be buffed to a usable and deadly weapon if you're smart about it is what the ad mech are. They need that.

Hopefully the next none cawl admech book wont be half full of rogue traders, black templars, and eldar. Hopefully the next characters are from somewhere other than mars so i dont have to look at just red all the time. Hopefully the next characters are as good as the mechanicus game. I genuinely found the characters from that game more interesting than cawl, because there's a dynamic between them instead of a smartass who would say "I DONT KNOW, CAAAAAAN YOU?" If a kid asked "can i use the restroom" instead of "may i use the restroom" who then had a layer of pseudo fatherly lover put over him as he talks to a traumatized child soldier to make him seem fucking interesting when he's just being a cunt.

#adeptus mechanicus #warhammer 40000 #warhammer #wh40k #admech #belisarius cawl