#and then they continued to live. And continued to act even though they were afraid

[thoughtscout]

when I was an 11 year old girl I got exposed to online porn through popup camgirl ads, and was already consuming pornography on mainstream porn websites. I remember watching a porn video where an 18 year old girl had her first time with a much older man on camera, and her vagina got torn and she bled and cried, but the cameras kept rolling. it made me think that was what my first time would be like, too.

I stumbled upon "fauxcest" videos of stepfathers watching their stepdaughters showering, and it became my guilty pleasure because I knew it was "wrong". then I would walk out into the family living room late at night and see my father passed out in front of the TV with porn playing on it. I became deathly afraid to show my body around him, or even exit the bathroom after a shower when he was around.

when I was a 15 year old girl struggling with intense social isolation, parental neglect and suicide ideation, I became fully addicted to pornography as a crutch, and the urge to watch it became so strong that I couldn't resist it, even though I was terrified of losing control and relapsing.

when watching it, I went into a numb, senseless trance-like state because the effects of the dopamine overstimulation on my brain were so strong. it genuinely felt like taking a hit of a mind-altering drug: it made it feel as though I loved everything I was seeing & feeling, but as soon as I finished, I would have a nervous breakdown and self-harm out of horror at what I had done, the trauma of the self-betrayal, and the disgusting and violent things I had seen on screen.

when I was in my 20's things got bad again, and I started struggling with resurging relapses; on top of that, I would masturbate and talk to myself like the men talk to women in pornography - I'd call myself a dirty bitch, a useless whore, a disgusting slut, a cum-hungry cocksleeve. I'd pretend to be a pornstar in front of my webcam, and act out men raping me by forcing a dildo into myself so violently that I bled. I felt so worthless and damaged and corrupted that I thought I might as well just... give into it.

then, I discovered the "gooner" cult. at first I thought I had found other people like me - a group of men who had been exposed to pornography since their childhoods, who felt powerless in the face of their addictions, who felt like the porn industry was mentally and physically "raping" them.

but I also saw the way they talked: about teenagers, about the upcoming "porn generation" (gen z and younger). about their very own mothers and sisters (their lifelong "goon fuel"). about how they wanted to be able to cum on their IRL female friends unprompted, to replace their girlfriends with sex dolls, and sexualize every single woman they saw in public. about how they wanted to groom women into being "braindead, bimbo, dick-worshipping, cum-dumpster sex-slaves" and nothing more.

I saw them talk about how they wanted a society where porn posters were plastered on the side of every building, where children were forced to watch their mothers be gangbanged for a porn scene, where girls were forced into camwork on their 18th birthdays. about how hot and hilarious they found it when women left the porn industry traumatized by it. about how they relished in declining deeper and deeper into increasingly more violent, abusive and fetishistic content because it was what they needed in order to get their "fix".

unlike me, they felt no fear, remorse or pain, during or after watching porn. unlike me, talked about how they wanted their addictions to continue, to keep getting worse and worse, forsaking their healths, families, morals and responsibilities in the process.

and then... finally... I heard how radical feminists talked about pornography.

they talked about the overwhelming role human trafficking played in funneling women into the porn industry. they talked about the missing children who had been found through PornHub videos. they talked about the predatory, rapist porn directors who worked behind the camera. they talked about the use of drugs and alcohol they used to keep pornstars numb and vulnerable. they talked about the traumatized women who said they were pressured or forced into violent, abusive fetish scenes.

they shared articles about the standard practices for the physical torture of women for BDSM pornography. they shared articles about men strangling their female partners to death by replicating the "choking" they had seen in pornography. they shared articles about how PTSD rates in prostitutes and pornstars rivals or may even exceed that of war veterans.

they made me finally realize what I had been steadily growing to suspect all along: that pornography is not "just sex videos". it's rape videos. it is designed to promote rape. it is a limbic-capitalist megalith industry that thrives on exploitation and objectification - on selling sex and commodifying addiction, on dehumanizing women and capitalizing on misogyny. that there was absolutely no way to ethically profit off of recorded sex & rape videos, involving real women and real violence, designed to be distributed en-masse to an anonymous, non-age restricted audience in the context of a deeply misogynistic and rape-filled society.

and guess what? I am not afraid of sex. I am not repulsed by depictions of sexuality. I have erotic fantasies. I make erotic artwork. I write erotic literature. I am not a "prude" or a "puritan" or a "fear mongerer". I am quite literally someone with immense personal experience with the harmful and addictive properties of pornography, and immense personal knowledge of the harmful and addictive behaviours that manifest amongst the male porn consumer demographic. and I am basing my opinions about pornography on those experiences.

so don't you fucking dare tell me pornography is "just sex videos" and "can't hurt me". you are uninformed, out of touch, delusional and biased as all hell. you don't have any fucking idea what you're talking about.

So like, it's obvious to me reading the comments on my post that anti-porn people are largely like, afraid of porn. Like the concept of a sex video is really spooky to them. They're not making thoughtful critiques of the porn industry, which is genuinely a really fucked up industry, they're mostly just spooked by the concept of a sex video and what it could Do To You If You See It.

I said this in another post, but it's like, the difference between "a ton of coffee is produced using slave labor" (valid, important criticism of the coffee industry) and "coffee turns people into raving coffee addicts who forget how to interact with anyone because they're so obsessed with their coffee" (objectively not true, insane viewpoint).

It's literally just sex videos. They really cannot hurt you.

[peliginspeaks]

Yeah I'm not done Veilsposting actually. Woops. Anyways, the longer I think about it, the more its bounty has a very clear class implication that goes along with Veils' desire to not so much have a rival, as have a victim who draws out the killing. 4 billion Echoes. Think about who would go for that. A bounty like that, a share big enough to fund your life many times over and ridiculous enough to be a warning in itself, is going to pull out the overconfident, the overly curious, and the desperate. The type of people baited into hunting Veils would end up being: 1. Rich hunters armed to the teeth looking for glory, 2. The odd curious Neathy newcomer who's about to get way in over their head, and 3. Anyone too desperate to turn down a chance at the money, even if they know the chance is low if anything.

The first kind it could be flashy about dismantling, and prideful in its ability to overcome a well-funded arsenal. The last two kinds of people will be afraid. Openly, miserably, viscerally afraid. It enjoys that. There's a reason it takes its good sweet time actually showing up to try and kill the PC in the late stages of BaL, even though it can travel through Parabola and definitely has the resources to just have them assassinated at a distance if it really came down to it. It wanted desperate people to come to it, and it wanted them to jump through the ridiculous side-quest hoops the Scarred Naturalist set out, and it wanted them to show up and be afraid, for its own entertainment. For a chance at prize money they never had a shot at getting.

What I'm saying is modern-day Veils would fund those humiliating game shows.

[chaepink]

Sub bully gojo like he was planning on fucking and bullying reader when the opposite went way? Like reader had enough of his bullshit and makes him cry and overstimulates him?

Loser | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 2.9k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, mean!reader -> soft!reader, bully!gojo kinda but he’s more annoying then actually bullying, crying, footjob except he’s clothed, cumming in pants, college au, edging, comparing gojo to a puppy, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, overstimulation, knocking Gojo down a peg, teasing, cursing, mention of reader being shorter than gojo but not important, ooc gojo(?)

note : the writing may be weird… its been a while 😬

"Well well well, look who it is!" You grimace at the all too familiar voice and try to quickly turn the corner but a hand grabs your hand and turns you around, causing you to stumble back slightly but you catch yourself in time.

Furrowing your eyebrows and frowning in annoyance, you eye the person who stopped you: Gojo fucking Satoru. He’s the guy who’s been making your college life a living hell ever since he found out you two went to the same high school. Even though there were several other students here who also went to the same high school, he decided to annoy you for some reason.

The other students in the hallway quickly shuffle to their next classes or to lunch, too afraid to say something that’ll result in Gojo picking on them instead. Of course, they're scared, Gojo is known as a bully who somehow has good relationships with the teachers, an advantage he uses daily. The hallway is deserted now with only you two standing in. You hear the bell ring loudly throughout and your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. Damn it, you’re late to class now.

“Hey! Look at me, bitch.” You scowl deeply as your attention turns back to Gojo. You wonder if he’s aware of his childish personality or not. You assume he doesn’t by the way he continues to act like a toddler.

“What the hell do you want?” You reply, annoyance clear as day on your face. A grin spreads across his face when he sees your attention back on him. God, he loves the way you look at him like that. He quickly shoves the thought to the back of his head.

“In a bad mood today, huh?” He teases, that annoying grin still prominent on his face and you clench your fist into a ball, wanting to punch that grin off his stupid face though you know you can’t. He would just go running to the teachers and higher-ups and get you in trouble somehow.

You let out a small scoff and continue to glare at him before he talks again.

“What? You really think I’m gonna annoy you today?” He smirks and slowly walks closer to you but you grimace. He leans his head down slightly and you frown deeper. You’re already annoying me with your presence, you want to say.

“You should smile more, it’ll make you more pleasant to look at for once, [name]-” He could barely finish his sentence before your anger got the best of you. How dare he act like nothing’s happened?

“What is your fucking problem, you bastard?” You sneer at him as you shove his chest hard, causing him to widen his eyes at your sudden action and stumble backwards before tripping over his feet and falling to the ground on his bottom, his feet on the floor with his knees bent towards the ceiling and his hands behind him to stabilize himself. His legs are spread out slightly and he winces at the sudden impact.

If your mind wasn’t so flooded with anger right now, you would think that Gojo looks rather hot on the ground staring up at you with a flushed face and widened eyes.

Shit, he didn’t mean for you to get this pissed off. He was planning to ask you to come over to his house later or something. Usually you just ignore him and walk off quietly, he didn’t expect this at all. Why are you getting mad? Haven’t you gotten the hint that he bullies you cause he likes you?

You step a foot down awfully near his crotch and he flinches, staring at it with a red face but you don’t notice. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. He looks back up at you but quickly looks away when he sees you staring at him so intensely and you’re surprised just how easily he shut up from a simple shove to the ground. Maybe he’s more simple than you thought.

You see his chest rise up and down quickly. The silence is thick and heavy in the air with the sound of his breathing and your own heart beating rapidly in your chest the only noises you hear. The way he refuses to look at you, how red he is, and the way his legs slightly tremble gives you the wrong idea.

Does… seeing you towering over him and staring down at him turn him on somehow? No way, you think.

But when your eyes trail down from his still flushed face down his body and to the place between his spread legs, your idea is confirmed.

“Who said you could get fucking hard right now?” Gojo flinches and his eyes widen, quickly looking down at the rather large bulge in his pants. He tries to cover it with his hands but you quickly kick them away, resulting in his legs spreading even further apart.

Good thing that you’re at one of the more secluded and quiet areas of the school and that not many students nor teachers have classes here.

It’s odd. It’s really odd. How although he could easily get up and run away or even shove you back and say some mean things to you again, he’s not. He’s not doing any of that, just sitting on the ground in front of you like he enjoys it. And a part of you is starting to enjoy the situation as well.

You suddenly remember how although there’s no one in the hallway, there are still some students and teachers in the classrooms near you guys. It seems you two haven’t been loud enough to attract their attention but you know that at any moment, someone could step out into the hallway and spot you two. Though the thought just spurs you on even more.

He hesitates before glancing up at you and swallows again before glancing back at your shoe and it gives you an idea. Without thinking, you lift your foot and press it down on his crotch. The action immediately makes Gojo let out a deep groan and cover his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. The sight makes something in your stomach stir although you are still annoyed by his past actions.

Slowly, he opens his eyes back and stares at you, his eyes more soft than before. He puts his hand down and opens his mouth to talk but you notice how he hesitates.

“C-Could we ngh do this in a classroom-“

You quickly cut him off with a scoff. “Really? Do you really think I’m gonna take pity on you after you annoyed me everyday of my college life? It’s not my fault you got hard from just a shove.” You sneer in disgust, making Gojo shiver. “Maybe I should return the favor somehow.” Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the anger in your eyes and the way you’re glaring down at him like he’s some sort of useless piece of trash. He feels something throb in his pants.

You suddenly smirk and Gojo has to hold back a whine from the way you look so scary but so hot at the same time.

“I wonder what everyone would think if they were to see you right now, pitifully on the floor like a fucking puppy,” you spit out.

Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine the sheer shock on everyone’s faces if they were to stumble across him like this in the hallway. But oh God, the way you compare him to a puppy has his stomach fluttering and something else throbbing again.

He opens his eyes again and lets out the most pitiful whine you’ve ever heard and oh does it sound heavenly coming from someone you despise.

“Please?” You contemplate it. As much as you would rather stay in the hallway and ruin him here, you know that if you two were to be caught, you would face suspension and it would ruin your reputation even more. With a sigh and frown, you glance around and spot a dark classroom. Bingo.

You point to it and Gojo’s eyes dart to the empty room, his breathing still fast. He quickly understands it and slowly gets up from the floor.

“Go inside.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order. He nods and he walks in, glancing behind him to make sure you’re following him inside. As you go into the room, you close the door and lock it, turning back to see Gojo already on the floor on his knees and it makes your heart quicken.

Walking up to him, you before him and immediately return your foot back on his crotch and press down. Gojo lets out a breathy curse from his lips and gasps, his hands obediently at his sides, clenching into fists tightly.

He’s embarrassed at himself for being so easy for you, already at your knees after his plan backfired on him but he’s not complaining. Not when your foot presses down harder which forces a moan out from him and makes his mind foggy. He’s close already. He tells you that and he blushes when you laugh.

“Already? How pathetic,” you tease. “And I thought I would at least get to see you naked first.” The idea of him being fully naked and you fully clothed makes him whimper and he’s quick to open his mouth to beg to get naked for you but you cut him off.

“But I don't think you deserve it after everything you’ve done. You’ll cum from my foot and without taking a piece of clothing off, understood?” He nods before he understands what you said and widens his eyes when he processes it.

“But-” “But?” You raise an eyebrow, daring him to disagree which shuts him right up. You smile and grind your shoe back down on his bulge. “Good, now go on. I know you’re just aching to get some friction, yeah?”

He nods again and doesn’t hesitate for a moment before bucking his hips up against your foot, letting out a soft cry as the pleasure shoots through his body. You keep your foot still and let him do all the work and he lets out a loud moan when a particular thrust has his precum leaking out and dampening his pants.

You feel him twitch underneath your foot and smirk in amusement. “Quiet now, it's still school time, remember?” The reminder has him whimpering, wanting to let out loud noises for you but understanding the environment. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s practically begging with those puppy eyes of his.

“P-Please?” “Please what, Gojo?” He lets out another soft cry, the pleasure being too much. His mind is so foggy from the fact that you two are in an empty classroom and can get caught at any moment and how he can’t let out loud noises like he wants and the feeling of his dick being so hard, it hurts.

And now you’re teasing him. How mean, he wants to say to you. But the chances that you get mad again and leave him here in the classroom by himself with a hard dick is too high. So he begs.

“Please let me cum? Please? I-I’ve been good-” You laugh again. He hasn’t been good at all to you but he has been good at not touching you and keeping quiet. So maybe you’ll take pity on him. Maybe.

“Hm should I?” You pretend to think and Gojo moans, his pace quickening against your foot and he nods frantically. “I don’t think I should.” The second you take your foot off him, Gojo swears he’s close to crying right then and there. His hands subconsciously dart out from his sides to reach for your ankle but your sharp glare stops him.

So instead, he whimpers as tears prickle the corner of his eyes, his dick aching for release. You smirk at the sight.

“Beg for it, Gojo. Unless you want me to leave.” He obeys yet again, almost too eagerly this time that it almost makes you laugh. Geez, knocking Gojo down his high horse is way more fun than you thought it would be.

“[Name] please? Please please please i'll be such a good boy for you i promise!” It’s cute, seeing his glossy eyes and parted lips as he pants like a puppy for you. You swear you see a glimpse of a tail behind him wagging eagerly.

“Do whatever you want to me! Just let me cum, please!” With a smile, you place your foot back on his bulge and press down hard.

He throws his head back with a whimper and he swears he sees stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Ah!- T-Thank you ngh” He goes back to his previous quick pace again and it’s not long till he’s close again. He squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to not have them roll back and he hesitantly places his hands around your ankle to keep it there, refusing for you to pull away again. You click your tongue in disapproval but don’t say anything about it which he is grateful about.

“I’m gonna cum im gonna cum-” He babbles out as he continues to rut against your foot like a dog in heat. “Such a good boy for me, telling me that you’re close and not cuming without permission.,” you praise and you swear his hips stutters at that. A sucker for praise, it seems.

His eyes shoot open and it's clear what he’s begging for. “Go on, cum.”

And he does almost immediately. One of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he muffles his choked moans and whimpers and your eyes look down to see the spot where his crotch is quickly dampening as he cums.

But you don’t stop, you actually speed up. Gojo feels your foot continuing to grind down on his now damp crotch and he can barely hold on, his hand dropping from his mouth back to hastily hold onto your leg. His eyes widen and curses sputter out of his mouth in stutters.

“S-Shit wait! I’m ngh not ready-” You grab a handful of his hair and yank on it hard, forcing him to look directly at you and let out a rather loud whine. He stares at you with tears ready to fall down his face and oh does he look good like this. He’s on his knees, his hips bucking up to your foot as if he didn’t just say he’s not ready, face flushed such a pretty pink as he stares up at you like you own him. The tight grip you have on his hair has his scalp prickling in pain in such a good way that he almost begs for you to yank harder but another moan escapes him before he can.

“Come on, you were begging so nicely earlier,” you say mockingly, a feign pout on your face as you stare down at the once confident man. “Don’t you want to cum again? I think you got some more in you, yeah?”

He immediately nods and lets out a cry when you step down even harder on his clothed dick and pull on his hair harder. Shit, he’s already close again, the overstimulation getting to him and making it feel all so much better. He can barely even talk or speak full sentences anymore, only letting out mainly whines and whimpers and a few babbles here and there.

Each tug of your hand, grind of your shoe, and praise or degradation you graciously give to him has him soon crying out of pure pleasure. Tears streak down his face slowly as he gets closer to cumming again. You’re almost jealous of how pretty he still is while crying.

“Cum.” That’s all he needs to hear before his hips stutter again and he lets out a quiet sob, cumming for the second time and staining his pants even more.

His pace slows down before stopping, his breath slowing down. He slowly leans forward to lean his cheek against your leg and your breath hitches at the sight. You can feel his hot breath against your leg as he stares up at you with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling under his breath and you swear you hear “thank you’s” coming out quietly.

You can’t help but lean down slightly and run your hand through his hair, hearing a soft hum coming from him as he sighs when your hand moves down to caress his damp cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sudden sound of the school bell ringing snaps you two out of the trance. Right, you two are still at school in an empty classroom. You hear the other students rush out of the nearby classes to leave and return home and you’re glad that you two aren’t in view of the door window.

You hear a sigh coming from Gojo and you look back at him and see him smile up at you.

“I… enjoyed that,” he murmurs shyly and you can't help but smile. “You did so good for me.” He whines and blushes and you swear you feel another twitch from his crotch.

Let's just say that you two continued to meet at that spot many times after that.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[aakeysmash]

maybes and sunscreen

college!sukuna masterlist

after almost a year of living together, you and college!sukuna are so accustomed to one another that you naturally slip up in the other’s conversations. maybe it's because you're both homebodies, or maybe it's because you've reached the silent agreement to keep the activities you do with yuuji hidden to preserve his innocent childhood (you learned that rumors run a long way inside your campus), or maybe it's because you started to ask sukuna less private questions, since he now seems to want to answer them even before you formulate them.

either way, the two of you always mention the other in conversations, and you don't even seem to notice, but your friends do.

"how about your house, man?" suguru asks sukuna from across the table, sipping his soda. they're sitting outside with satoru for lunch break, slouching on white plastic chairs, waiting for practice to start in less than ten minutes. days are getting longer the more summer break gets nearer, and the breeze flowing through the newly green leaves of the trees is a nice change from the humid stench of the locker rooms.

"dunno. the woman of the house is gonna bake cookies today," he shrugs, scrolling through his phone. he finds himself on a blurry zoomed in photo of a kitten covered in milk, and he smirks, hitting send after having selected your contact. you're going to love it.

"and?" geto asks, confused.

"and i don't know if she wants me to help her or not," sukuna continues, not bothering to look up from his screen, acting like he's not going to pester you until you let him help. and steal some of your cookie batter, too.

"it's the finale, bro, we've been talking about it since december. are you really not going to watch it for some cookies?" his raven haired friend exclaims, baffled. satoru only lowers his glasses on his nose, crossing his arms on his chest.

"oh, i'm going to watch it. got her hooked up on it too," the pink haired man says, a certain tilt to his voice matching the tilt of his head, as if he's saying are you crazy? i'm not missing it. "i don't know if she'd want you there, though."

geto rolls his eyes and satoru snickers, shaking his head. "we just want to watch the game on your tv. are you afraid she's going to feel uncomfortable with us there, my lord captain?" he mocks, sighing. lazily, sukuna glances his way.

"it's not her i'm worried about," he says, raising one of his eyebrows, maroon eyes squinting on a spot behind his friend's back.

"what does that even mean?" mutters geto, even more confused. it’s not like they’ve never seen you or have never been inside your house when you were there, so what’s different this time?

suddenly, sukuna grins like a madman, uncrossing his legs from on top of the table and standing up with his helmet under his arm.

“where are you goi-“ his dark haired friend starts, but satoru puts one of his hands on the other’s shoulder, effectively stopping him, whispering just wait.

sukuna takes a couple of steps, getting out of the gentle shadows of the trees above the table, still grinning.

“hi, baby. did you miss me so much you had to come to see me at practice?” he asks your nearing figure. you’re wearing a dress, the breeze soothingly flowing through your hair, and he takes a second to admire how graceful you look in the middle of the green garden. are the flowers you picked with yuuji the other day still fresh? maybe he should get more. maybe you’d like that. maybe you’d smile. maybe you'd thank him.

“i’m here because i knew you were never going to bring sunscreen with you, dickhead,” you huff, blowing your hair out of your vision, frowning. his grin only grows before he forces it away. typical.

“i don’t need that shit,” he rolls his eyes, turning on his heels and going towards the stadium. he knows you’re going to follow him. and you do.

“put it on! i’m not joking, sukuna,” you whine, trying to fall in step with him. “it’s going to be so good for your skin, come on.”

“it’s sticky and i don’t like feeling like a pussy,” he growls, going faster toward the benches inside the stadium and plopping down on them.

“you like pussy, though,” you shrug, forcing yourself between his parted legs, rummaging through your bag.

“i like you too, baby, but that doesn’t mean you’ll let me stick it in your pussy, does it,” he asks you smugly. you punch him on the shoulder, bewildered.

“you’re so disgusting,” you scoff, opening the little spf tube you brought in your purse just for him. "and don't tell me you like me when you never listen to me in the first place," you playfully add, caressing his face to smooth it out, and he lets you get his unruly hair off of his forehead. maybe he likes how you don't take the things he says to heart. maybe he just says them because he knows he's getting a snarky comment back.

“you didn’t say no, though,” he chuckles, closing his eyes and letting himself bask in your presence. your touch on his features is relaxing. he honestly thinks he could fall asleep if you were in any other setting.

“i’m letting you talk just because i’m in a male dominated field and even if i don’t agree i don’t want to die,” you deadpan. you smear the white cream on his nose, on top of the horizontal tattoo, and massage it into his skin. then you do the same thing with his other markings, making sure they’re protected enough to shimmer in the blazing hot sun.

“i wouldn’t let you die on me anyway,” he mutters. he gets both of his hands on your exposed thighs, keeping you closer, softly rubbing his thumbs in your muscles. "are you fucking finished? i hate this," he bites, frowning. you hum, lazily smiling down at him, rubbing his frown away with your fingertips.

"you're going to be the prettiest girl on the field," you coo. you can feel his mean glare from beneath his eyelids, and you almost shiver. "you're so going to thank me in a couple of years," you add, resting your palms on his cheeks and turning his head up. he opens his eyes slowly, staring into yours intently. his thumb catches on the fluttering hem of you dress while he draws little circles on your legs. he hears his coach screaming for his team to start running, but in this moment, he doesn't care that much. maybe the heat is getting to his head. maybe the soft smile you're looking at him with is making him a little bit weak in the knees.

"wanna make cookies today? we can watch the match together, perhaps ask the brat if he wants to join too," he says, rough voice kept low, almost as if this was a you and him kind of thing. maybe he already planned to ask you to do something with him when he was talking to his friends just a couple of minutes ago. maybe he lied, telling them you were the one who chose to do something, when it's not true. maybe the way satoru is patting suguru on the back with an "i told you so" look on his face isn't casual. maybe the one he was worried about all along was himself.

"wouldn't you prefer to watch it with your friends?" you ask him, tilting your head, positioning your thumbs on the fake tattoos on his cheekbones. almost as if you could cover their pupils and make him see less.

"wouldn't you prefer to watch it with me?" he genuinely responds, a somber look on his features. you think it's the first time he doesn't have a mocking grin on his lips. you ruffle the pink hair just above his left ear.

"maybe."

[hxney-lemcn]

Passionate Hearts — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: what making out with the overblots is like.

tw: steamy-ish, this is as steamy as I'll ever get (not much at all lmao)

a/n: idk where this came from. Idek how good this is. I don't even like writing steamy stuff so this kinda reads more artistic somehow?? Idk

wc: 1.3k (~ 185 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

How uncouth of him. He can’t seem to stop you as you continue to enchant him with your lovely kisses. Riddle is nothing but a lovesick fool when it comes to you, and it becomes apparent as your kiss becomes more fervent. He’s a blushing mess as you seem to be unable to pull away. His heart is a stuttering mess, and he never wants you to stop. No matter how passionate your kisses become, it's still gentle. The way he caresses your face is soft, his lips caressing yours so lovely that you feel weak in the knees. And when you pull away, finally getting your fill of his love, you both are a bit of a mess. Hair slightly disheveled, clothes a bit crooked, lips a bit puffy. You couldn’t complain though, it wasn’t every day that you saw the Heartslabyul housewarden so unkempt. Riddle also didn’t seem to mind so much, as long as you only do such actions behind closed doors. He doesn’t think he could handle the embarrassment if Ace or Deuce caught you both in such an intimate act.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Unlike Riddle, Leona is ruthless when it comes to your more passionate moments. Fervent kisses turn wild with lips being bit and prodding tongues. It feels like you’re being devoured every time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You had never seen him so passionate about something until he refused to let your lips part. He loved the way you felt, your soft lips puffy with abuse, hair tangled between his fingers. Leona was addicted to your taste and he isn’t shy about it. Sure, he is a bit lazy, beckoning you to come closer to him, but he’ll leave you breathless and wanting more by the end. It isn’t fair how unaffected he seems after he’s done, pulling you closer for a nap (he needed to re-energize after all that labor). His silky hair was barely rustled, his clothes as messy as they normally were. The only evidence of your actions was his slightly puffy lips. Don’t worry though, people know he’s yours with the way he’ll kiss you anywhere anytime. Leona isn’t afraid to put some runts in their place.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has a love-hate relationship with the idea of kissing you. On one hand, he can’t live without your lips slotted on his, on the other…he hates how vulnerable he feels. Though that feeling dissipates quickly when he’s suddenly surrounded with you. Your touch, your smell, you love. He’s a greedy man and he’ll take any attention from you he can get. His kisses turn desperate quickly, like he’d die if you were to pull away. Azul is a bit more of a messy kisser than he’d like to admit. His desperation for your love overpowers any of his other thoughts and he finds himself scrambling for purchase, holding onto you for dear life. Azul looks at you with so much love when you pull away you feel like your heart is about to explode. As much as he’d like to continue, he forlornly concludes that you both can’t stay like this forever. Perhaps another time, you’re always welcome in his VIP room at the lounge after all…just make sure Jade and Floyd don’t notice your disheveled appearance as you exit. 

❥ Jamil Viper

It wasn’t often that Jamil indulged in such acts. Let himself be so vulnerable. But as you continued to leave sweet short kisses, he found his resolve crumbling. It scared him that you were able to make him give in so easily, but he trusted you, something that not many people had. His kisses feel a bit controlling, his hand pressed against the back of your neck keeping you in place. Jamil’s kisses are slow and deliberate. Every action has its purpose, and he loves to take his time and savor you. You find yourself hypnotized without his signature spell. Despite the deeply intimate act, he’s still tender with you. Jamil isn’t touchy with you often, so he’ll make sure you know how much he loves you. He hates to admit how he doesn’t want to stop, but his break is almost over. You’re more messy looking than he is at the end, and Jamil can’t help but look smug. People won’t catch you in the act, but it raises some eyebrows when you come out of Jamil’s room a little more messy than when you entered. 

❥ Vil Schoenheit

You lucky bastard. Another one that doesn’t indulge in such actions often. Vil doesn’t like to admit how much you get to him. The fact that he restrains from any physical affection with you mixed with how much he wants to drown you in love…yeah lets say he finds himself releasing his pent up emotions on your poor lips. He only allows such acts when you're both unwinding for the day, and you are not allowed to leave any evidence (he has an image to uphold). Vil kisses you with so much passion you’re left breathless with the first one, and he won’t hold up either. You seriously question his remark of you being his first partner because the way he kisses you makes him feel like an expert. He looks like a God (always) by the end. Eyes dilated, chest heaving, golden hair barely out of place (but enough to make your heart flutter, you did that). Once you both slow down, he’ll pepper your face with kisses wishing you a good night's rest as he plays with your hair…you're not sure if you could sleep after that. 

❥ Idia Shroud

You will always be the one to initiate such intimate acts. As much as he wants to, he’s too shy. An innocent kiss going a little farther as Idia couldn’t resist the temptation that was you. And as your lips locked, Idia found his nervous energy leaving him as his mind melted into a goop. His kisses are inexperienced, teeth clashing with yours (he didn’t mean too), but he’ll learn over time. He can be a fast learner, and who wouldn’t want to get some practice in? (Idia is more willing than you’d think). He gets a bit uncharacteristically confident the longer you two kiss. Pressing your lips together more firmly, shaking hands holding onto your figure, small whimpers swallowed by your awaiting mouth. Both of you are flustered beyond imagination by the end, warm cheeks and fast beating hearts, shaky breaths. Just like that, Idia finds himself short circuiting. You were just so amazing, lovely, warm…you were gonna kill him one day. Don’t even think of doing anything like that in public though, he might actually die (and cry and never go outside again). 

❥ Malleus Draconia

Every time you shared a kiss it would be one of passion. Malleus loves you so much he felt the need to express it, make sure you clearly understood how much you meant to him. But you would have to be the one to push further, as Malleus usually left it at one kiss, he wanted you to set the pace. He won’t back down if you continue to kiss him, his actions will become more possessive. Hands that cradled your cheeks move to the back of your head, his kisses becoming more hungry. He basks in your warmth, in your love, in your being. He loses himself in you, and he internally thanks you for allowing himself to indulge in your love. Malleus isn’t foolish enough to think it's appropriate for such actions to be indulged in with others present…but he also finds himself uncaring. He loves you, and if you wish it, who was he to deny? (Sebek will be so stunned that he can’t get any words out). Not to mention how exhilarating to see the fae prince’s composure shattered. Pink cheeks, dilated eyes, puffy lips…oh what a sight indeed.

[pineconepie]

Hello! i was wondering if you could do serial killer/slasher yandere parent? Dont know if thats too dark tho 😅

Here it is!! I've gotten a few requests like this, and since a lot of people also want to see more willing readers, I added a little of that to the mix!

TW: Implied/attempted murder, loss of child, implied assault/creeps toward reader (not the yandad), parental yandere, light forced infantilization, violence, reader implied to kind of has issues of their own

You know it wasn't a good idea to walk home alone, especially in this hour of the night, and double-especially when there had already been six murders around the same general area you live in, all clearly by the same person.

But, your phone had died, you couldn't get an Uber, and there wasn't really anybody you could call to come pick you up, even if your phone was working properly.

So, you decide that walking home will have to work tonight.

That probably wasn't the best choice you've ever made.

When you're halfway to your house, you hear a slight rustling around behind you. You spin around, hoping to catch whatever (or whoever) was following you in the act of making the sound. There's nothing there.

Shaking your head, you continue to walk down the street, subconsciously walking faster.

It must be that murder case that's been hanging over everyone's heads lately that's getting you nervous like this, right?

Wrong.

When you start speed-walking, the same noise as before starts up again, but it sounds closer than last time. You don't have much time before someone tries tackling you.

In the corner of your eye, you see a gun pulled out from under their trench coat. Quickly reaching out for the murderer's arm, you grab it, and try to stop them from aiming at you.

You shove them away and run in the only direction you can without getting tackled; the alleyway.

Seeing there's no time to hide, and all the hiding spots are obvious anyway, you succumb to a panic attack and crouch down onto the ground with your head in your knees.

You take out what money you have and chuck it in his direction. "Please, just take my money and leave me alone! That's all I have! If you want my phone too, just take it!"

The man almost cackles. "I don't need any money," he states matter-of-factly. You can hear the grin in his voice. He walks slowly towards you as if to intimidate you more, though it does little to affect your mindset more than it already has. He's still holding the gun. "Don't take it personally. It's nothing against you. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

At this point, you've fully come to terms with your demise, which is clear to the other party.

You look up at him with puffy eyes from sobbing, and tears and snot running down your face. Most of his face is covered, but you can see his eyes.

And much to your surprise, you see them widen.

A few seconds go by, and now you're afraid to break eye contact. You watch as the man before you put his gun back in its holster inside of his trench coat and curse under his breath while looking away.

He clears his throat after a few more dramatic seconds go by. "Go home, kid." You stand up on shaky legs. "Grab your stuff first, then get outta here. I won't chase ya."

Hesitant, you do so anyway, because who would refuse such an offer?

Grabbing your money, you stuff it in your pockets and wipe your face. As soon as you're ready to go, you dash past the stranger, not wanting to spend another minute around the killer.

...

After that incident, you feel as if you're being watched.

Well, obviously you'd think so; you were just almost murdered.

But, when you're going to anywhere, you can feel eyes staring at you wherever you go.

A car with tinted windows follows each time. It isn't unique by any means, just a black Mitsubishi.

But still, it's there. Every time you leave your house, the same vehicle parks near you until you return to your home. Sometimes you try going on wild goose chases to catch the bastard following you off guard, but when you make your way back, it'll be parked somewhere near your driveway.

For almost two months this becomes a cycle, and it especially starts becoming concerning whenever you get sick, or have a bad day, there's always a basket of goodies on your porch steps the next day.

You don't eat them, and instead just throw them away, but it's clear none of them have been tampered with. The most disturbing part about it all is they have your favorites—your favorite animals now into plushies, your favorite snacks and candies, and other such things.

Is this his way of just messing with you until he inevitably comes to finish the job?

One night, when you're walking home from work, you notice the same vehicle tailing you from your workplace to your house. You walk with speed and reach your porch step, where the driver can see you enter your house, and they pull out, as if reassured you're safe.

Maybe they're trying to make sure you aren't hurt in any way?

Another night, one late, you stay out longer than you should, and much like any other time, you're followed once again.

Unlike normal though, there are three men whistling at you, taunting you. You ignore them as best as you can, walking faster and keeping your head down in hopes you won't seem interesting. Your wishes are not fulfilled.

Your arm is tugged harshly backward, pulling you onto the sidewalk with brute force.

The three guys look at you hungrily. "Where are you going this late at night?" the obvious leader speaks up, a greasy, slimy grin on his face, only worsening when he sees how fearful you've become.

"I...I'm going home."

One of them tries grabbing you, and against your better judgment, you take off in an attempt to escape, though you aren't fast enough to avoid your jacket being grabbed.

In your panic, you somehow end up wriggling yourself away and onto the ground. You try to get up, but one of them holds their foot on your back, pushing you back onto the asphalt.

But, oh-so-conveniently, you can hear a vehicle door open and slam shut, and then the pounding of boots against concrete.

The foot on your back lets up, because the guy goes tumbling backwards onto his back.

Now free, you sit yourself up quickly, rubbing the back of your head, which had hit the sidewalk. You blink the blurriness away, to see the man—the same one who nearly killed you and has been following you—hovering over the main creep.

"Hey, what the hell is your problem?!" said creep yells. He tries standing up, but the killer stomps on his ankle.

A crunch resounds through the air, accompanied by a sharp scream. The other two guys stand frozen, watching in horror.

"Get your little buddy and get outta here," he warns the other two, finally backing away. He has a gun pointed at them threateningly, as to tell them not to try anything else.

They quickly help their leader up and hobble away in fear.

You want to yell at this man, to demand answers or run, but you can't. "Thank you, sir..." you whisper.

Now you can get a good look at him. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, maybe even fifties, and has graying brown hair, along with gray eyes.

There's a scar along his cheekbone that adds a rugged charm to him. He smells like expensive cologne and coffee beans. If he didn't try killing you not too long ago, you might've really put your trust into him, he seems like just a grumpy dad.

"Are you alright?" His voice sounds oddly soft, as if genuinely concerned for your health. He reaches toward you, and you close your eyes, readying yourself to be hurt, but he only examines a bruise forming on your forehead. "Thought you learnt your lesson last time about stayin' out late at night."

"I don't think it'd matter either way. You know where I live, I've seen your car," you mutter. You don't look him in the eyes, hoping to avoid seeing any possible rage held within them. He doesn't say anything after that, so you continue. "Why are you doing this?"

A rough hand grabs yours, lifting you to your feet. "Do what? Save ya from gettin' jumped?"

"No! That's part of it, sure, but the gifts, and protecting me, and—and...you were just gonna kill me all those months ago!"

He sighs. "Yeah, 'were'. Not 'are'. I decided I ain't gonna anymore."

"But why?" you repeat, glaring daggers at the older man.

"I usually go after bad people. I mistook you for someone else, and then when you looked up at me like you did," he says while shifting his stance to a more firm position, "'all scared and hopeless and pathetic and—" he pauses suddenly, shaking his head to recollect himself. "Look, I saw my kid in you."

"You have a kid?"

"Had. Had a kid."

You almost want to apologize for the loss of his kid, when you remember the fact he's literally a serial killer. "And that's why you decided to stalk me for the past two months and give me baskets full of stuff?"

"We both know for a fact you hardly take care of yourself well enough. You're clumsy as shit, always irresponsible, you eat terribly..."

"I'm not being scolded how I live my life by a serial killer!" you interject. "Who even are you, anyway?"

"Dante," he answers.

"And I figure you already know everything about me?" It's less of a question and more of a statement at this point.

He chuckles. "If I didn't, would you still introduce yourself to me?" When he gets no answer from you, he smiles lopsidedly. "Get in the car, I'll drive ya home."

You narrow your eyes at him. "So you can kidnap me, or something?"

Dante puts a hand on your shoulder, his expression becoming cold again. "If I wanted to do that, I could have already done it plenty of times before, kiddo. I'm a lot of things; a liar ain't one of them."

"Fine, okay. I'll let you drive me home." You roll your eyes when you hear him laugh victoriously under his breath and follow him into his car. "How do you have the time all day to stalk me like this?" you ask aloud, climbing into the passenger's seat. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"You call it stalking, I call it watchin' over you like a father should his child. So far, we've seen just how helpful it is having me keep an eye on you," Dante replies. He pauses. "And I'm retired, but I used to be a private investigator."

"Oh joy. My own personal PI." You buckle your seat belt. You're still in disbelief. Someone actually gives enough of a damn about your safety, and it's your local neighborhood serial killer? "You said you only kill bad people." He hums in confirmation. "Does that mean 'petty thief' bad? Or, like, actual bad people?"

"The latter, kid. Not 'cause it makes me feel like a good person, just makes me feel like less of a bad person."

"So you can admit you aren't a good person?" you quip sarcastically, arms folded.

"Course not. But I don't think there really are any inherently good people in the world," he says.

"What about me, then? Why protect me if you think there's nobody who's actually 'good'?"

Dante glances at you. "I don't expect you to be a saint. In my eyes, you're amazing, perfect even. And sure, you got flaws—a lot of 'em—but so does your old man."

You cringe at the statement. "You mentioned me reminding you of your kid. What happened?" you pry further. "All I know is they died, right?" You rub the bruise on your forehead.

"They were out with some friends one night. And a few hours later I'm gettin' phone calls about how my baby's in critical condition. I get there, but there wasn't anything I could've done to save 'em. All I could do was sit beside them 'til..." He trails off. "They died holding my hand. But," he adds, looking at you sternly, "that shit ain't happenin' to you. That's why I'm keeping you safe."

After he stops at a red light, you stare up at him, deep in thought. "Is that why you kill...?"

"Because someone killed my kid?"

"Yeah, exactly."

Dante nods his head after a moment of hesitation. "It started with that, yeah. I killed the bastards that put them in that hospital bed. But that wasn't enough. I guess with monsters like that, I get a little trigger-happy."

It's quiet for a while.

"...how do you know I won't come forward about this information?" you question once your home is in sight. "Or try leaving, for that matter?"

Dante laughs. "You wouldn't get far without me knowing."

That shuts you up quick. Your house pulls up soon afterwards.

"Well, uh, thanks for driving me home," you mumble, opening the car door.

"No problem. Oh, wait—" he takes your wrist gently to keep you from getting out yet. He digs in the compartment below your armrest. Eventually he finds a pen and pad. He writes something down, ripping it off and handing it to you. "—call me whenever you need it. Even if ya just need help studying, or whatever." Dante shrugs nonchalantly.

"Or I'll just knock on the window of the car outside my place?" You weakly smile. Despite the oddity of the situation, this whole scenario is strangely hilarious.

At least, it feels that way because you might've hit your head a little too hard.

...

Those people who were harassing you went missing. You know for a fact it was Dante, and while you don't wish for their deaths, it still leaves a sour taste in your mouth when you see them on the news, with their parents crying about how sweet and kind they were.

You don't even know how to feel about Dante anymore. Maybe he is a good person, who really is doing the world a favor, but it's just not worth the risk to associate with him.

Except he isn't going to leave you alone.

Still though, you decide that ignoring him until he just leaves you alone.

Which proves difficult because sometimes he comes around and knocks on your door every so often, to drop off food, and just check in on you and how you're doing.

Some days you wonder what might happen if you answer, or send a text. He did give you his phone number after all.

You fight the curious urge, until one day, when tiredly trudging home after a particularly awful day.

For some reason, you look around the streets for a black car following you, but find nothing of the sort.

You decide to go against your better judgment and decide to call Dante. You don't know why you're doing this, every instinct in your body is telling you to not do it.

The phone rings a few times, until an annoyed voice picks up. "What? I'm busy," he snaps.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you stutter. "I shouldn't have called, that was stupid of me—"

"Wait, no, I didn't—" Silence hangs in the air. "Sorry," Dante says softer this time. "Didn't know it was you at first. Is everything alright?"

Your fingers tap against the wood of the table nervously, trying to make up some sort of excuse to cover for the real reason you're calling him.

"Nothing, just... didn't have a good day." You feel so pathetic right now, too caught up in your own emotions to hear the muffled cries in the background on Dante's side of the call. "But that doesn't concern you, does it? Why am I saying this?"

"It's alright, kiddie. Whatever happened to make you upset is important to me." Dante is definitely smiling right now. "Well, listen. I was busy right now, but it can wait, so how's about I swing by wherever you are and you and I can spend some time together? Get somethin' to eat, maybe? Your choice."

You find it hard to decline him. "...okay. I'm not home right now though. Can I just call an Uber and meet you somewhere?" you suggest.

He snorts. "My driving so bad that you'd rather waste money than spend thirty minutes in the same vehicle as me?"

"No, it's not that. I just feel like I'll be intruding since you're busy, or something."

"Don't be silly. Just tell me where you are and I'll be there soon. Alright? Don't get into any suspicious vans or anything like that while I'm not there." He ends the call with that.

The next ten minutes or so you stand around awkwardly, watching as pedestrians pass by. Eventually though, Dante arrives, driving up beside you. He gestures for you to open the passenger door, which you oblige.

You climb inside, buckle your seatbelt, and turn toward Dante. "So...where are we going?"

He stares back at you for a brief second. "Depends. Where would you like to go?"

After some hesitation, you give your favorite restaurant, which he nods in acknowledgement to and begins to drive.

"Why was your day bad?" he asks. "Did something happen? Someone hurt you?" At the red light, he turns to give you a quick glance-over, searching for any bruises or cuts, most likely. You're not injured, though the concerned look on his face stays.

"No, I just haven't slept much lately," you mutter.

"Have you eaten today?" You look away from Dante as an answer, making him curse under his breath. "The biggest hazard to you is yourself, it seems." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "I'm glad you finally called me, by the way. Why'd you decide to do it now?"

You hesitate. "I was feeling lonely, I guess."

"Really? Is that all?" The light flicks to green again, and Dante continues to drive.

"...I didn't see you stalking me today. Normally I see your car following me everywhere."

His breath hitches. "And...that worried you?" Dante looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

You don't reply.

Soon the conversation dies out, and neither of you bother to start another one up.

He focuses on driving, while you distract yourself with counting the amount of trees along the sidewalk on the way to the destination.

When you two pull up in the parking lot, you expect there to be tension, but surprisingly enough, the silence between you two feels comfortable, safe almost. It's a nice change from the usual uneasiness.

Dante gets out first, and you follow. The bell of the restaurant dings when you both enter.

"How many?" the hostess asks politely.

"Two. Thank you," Dante says with a charming smile. To you, it's an obvious fake persona, but she buys it hook, line, and sinker. You roll your eyes discreetly as she leads you two to the booth. You sit on opposite ends, taking your menus from her before she heads off to take care of other customers.

You think about it, then settle for the cheapest thing on the menu, trying to avoid taking advantage of Dante's kindness.

He notices anyway. "I know I don't dress fancy, or anything, but I've got the cash, kiddo. If you want to order the whole menu, you could, and I'd still be able to afford it tenfold. Nothin' is too expensive for you."

"I..." Your face burns out of embarrassment. You flip through the menu once more. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am." Dante scans through his own menu, although half-heartedly, considering his focus is still mostly on you.

Once your orders are made, you both try making small-talk, which proves ineffective. Then your orders arrive, and that too, becomes awkward when he insists on helping you cut up your meal into smaller pieces.

You make a show out of being mad, though truthfully it isn't bothersome as you try letting on it is.

After dinner (which he pays for completely) he looks like he's contemplating on something in the car. "Would you like to come to my place, kiddo?"

"Like, your house?" you clarify.

Dante nods. "It's only fair. I know where you live, I figure it'd be polite showing you the same courtesy."

"Sure, but it depends if I'll leave alive," you joke, but part of you is still concerned about that.

"With the way you take care of yourself, I think staying with me might actually help increase your lifespan a little bit."

A few moments pass by, the two of you basking in the company of one another. It's...nice.

The drive to Dante's home is around thirty minutes long, and barely in the city, surprisingly enough. His house isn't anything super impressive, but it doesn't look bad either.

A very average, middle-class home. It's comforting to see Dante likes simple things, makes it easier to think of him as a normal person than the murderer you know he is.

He steps outside of the car and opens your door for you. You give him a questioning glance, but decide to ignore it for now, unbuckling and heading over to the porch with Dante trailing behind you.

"This is it," he states, pulling his keys out to unlock the door, beckoning you to go in before him.

The interior of his home isn't anything special either, which you enjoy seeing. It makes Dante seem more human. On top of that, it feels safe here, even if this is the last place it should feel this way. It does have a slightly annoying (and worrying) scent of bleach permeating throughout the house.

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Can I ask something? It might be a little weird or triggering, so..."

"You can ask me anything. Doesn't bother me," Dante says.

"Okay... are you so interested in me because I simply look like or act like your kid? I'm worried you expect me to act like them or something similar..."

Dante sighs heavily, sitting down on his couch, and motioning for you to join him. Hesitantly, you do so, staying silent while you wait for him to gather his thoughts.

"I know you're not them. Sure, you remind me a bit of them, but you're your own person, too. It's fine if you don't want to pretend you're anyone but yourself, y'know? That ain't what I'm looking for, and forcing someone to do that wouldn't make anyone happy." He mulls over his words for a moment. "I guess I just want to be a dad again. I felt useless after my kid died, so you gave me that opportunity again."

You look at the ground awkwardly. "Why couldn't you just adopt a kid?"

"A lot of money," Dante answers. "Not to mention not working anymore and not being married anymore makes adoption agencies wary. Plus, you looked like you needed protecting, so I wanted to do so. Now, my turn. Why'd you invite me out? Wanted to spend some time with your old man?" Dante laughs lightly, but his eyes show clear hopefulness.

"If you insist on acting like my father," you pause, taking in a breath, "then yes. I suppose that means I wanted to spend time with you. Is that okay?"

Dante looks almost ready to cry. His hands twitch at his sides. "'course it is," he mutters softly, barely containing himself from getting overly emotional.

You scoot closer to Dante, hesitating for only a few moments before wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you for inviting me into your home."

He reciprocates quickly, holding onto you like a lifeline, face buried in your hair. "I missed this so much..." His voice is choked-up as he holds you tighter to him. "My baby," Dante whispers.

You don't know why you're letting this happen, but you don't want to dwell on that. His embrace is more comforting than it should be, especially considering what he is. But if he wants to play pretend, to imagine he has a child again, you may as well let him.

Even if that means ignoring the faint noises from the basement, and pretending it's just someone next-door.

"I love you so much," he mutters. He almost sounds hysterical, even if his tone is quiet, almost a whisper. "Never leave me. I can't take that, kid. I can't."

You pretend to be asleep, just so you won't have to answer that. He sighs and only holds you tighter.

[sourco0kie]

Self Awareness AU - Prologue

You huffed as you placed your controller, playing this game each day has gotten boring, Especially when there’s no to little update to the game. When it does updates it’s only bugs fixes or some features getting removed.

With a disappointed sigh, you closed steam and opened google to watch youtube. You searched the general if there’s any interesting video that would catch your attention. One for your favorite youtuber catches your interest and instantly you click on it.

You groan in displeasure as an ad starts playing, with no other choice you decide to wait for the five seconds for the skip ad button. The ad starts playing and.. It instantly catches your attention. The quality of the game and the voice acting intrigued you. Especially this one character with an ice cream cone for a hat having that magical girl transformation.

You went on deep research about the game, seeing what it will bring to the table. You watch a few videos about the story and it’s interesting enough and well written. You were so hyped when you found out the game is available on PC you went and download it, so you won’t force your phone to die more for the game.

You instantly download it, and once installed you open the app for another download. Typical. You happily waited for it and were super hyped about the intro animation. You played on, already loving the characters, oh how you favor Gingerbrave!

You played everyday, not missing a single day! Heck you even began trying to draw in the unique artstyle, even as you never draw in your entire life. Each time you gacha, you prayed on getting either an ancient or a beast. And either would be good for your team. As of current you favor Strawberry Crepe Cookie for their amazing defense and skill.

On a particular day as you log in, everything feels.. Different. The front loading screen felt odd. You brush it off and log in the game, doing your missions and creating stuff you need for the laboratory research. One of the cookies, Affogato Cookie, has a speech bubble. You clicked on it expecting the usual repeating dialogue but this time it’s different. “My, My you look quite lovely.”

Ok. A bit creepy but okay.. Maybe that’s just a new dialogue the game added? But there’s no small update requirement from the game, odd. You paid no mind to it as it’s a regular occurrence. Sometimes the cookies would have a self awareness dialogue.

You continued on playing the game with no more weird occurrences, just the normal game. You speed run through the cryspia story already passing the hollyberry kingdom. You kept on losing in the dark choco chapter so you decide to just gather up your power first before continuing.

The sound of your alarm snapped you out of your game run. Glancing at the time you realized it’s already time for one of your online classes. You closed the game, going to your kingdom one last time just to be met by Gingerbrave saying; “Pure Vanilla Cookie would love to know how radiant you are!”

You paused, staring at the screen with a shiver under your skin. You brush it off and log out the game to open your class in session group. For 30 minutes you listen to the professor explain about today’s lesson. Suddenly the sound of your phone notification caught your attention, you were about to pick up before it started to shake.

You gasped, watching as a blue hand reached out from your phone. “What-”

“TA-DA! The star of the show has arrived!~”

The hand clenched the edge of the table, using it to leverage the infamous of a Diva jester pulled himself out. “Wooow.. quite a lovely place of living you got here, need a little more blue for color though. But you won't be needing to change things since you're coming with me.”

You stare with your mouth gape open. Meeting with a powerful jester was NOT on your list today.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Ooh don’t be afraid dear, I don’t bite, unless..”

“NOPE-” You grabbed the nearest item which was your notebook and threw it at him, he barely dodged it. He frowned before smirking again as he tilted his head with his hands clasped together, placing his cheek against the back of his hand.

“Adorable attempt, dear. But you gotta do more than tha-”

A pen smacked square on his face, He stares at you, unphased “That..” he continued. “Your humble knight has arrived to bring you home!~”

“Home!?” The jester laughed, “don't fret, I don't bite.. too hard!” He grabbed your shirt and yanked you towards your phone.

Everything was.. black, no light as you stared at the abyss before a sudden flash of colors blinded you. The birds chirp to one another as they fly above you. The light from the sun blinded your vision a bit before you adjusted. You glance around, noticing your surroundings.. are odd.

Everything smells so sweet. Too sweet for your liking.

The sounds of leaves rustling snapped you out of your daze, your attention instantly went towards the bushes. Looking around, spotting one that's moving.

Stepping a bit back away from the bushes you stayed quite, not daring to make noise and startled the.. whatever it was in the bush and attacked you. Carefully you picked up a nearby stick as a weapon, if it would do anything.

Something pounces out the bushes scaring you as you leap back and fall on your back. It barks as it approaches you and sniffs the air. You opened your eyes seeing it was just a cake hound.

Wait.. Cake hound!?

[sturnioz]

shy!reader has an attitude that fratboy!chris isn't afraid to fix.

you're a mess, tears streaming down your cheeks and mascara smudged beneath your eyes, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, biting down harshly on the skin as you struggle to contain your emotions.

you've always been the one to bottle everything up, keeping a tight lid on your feelings until they erupt in the solitude of your own home — allowing yourself to let everything spill out, pouring your heart until you were exhausted and slept.

but today isn't the case.

you're not home; you're at the frat house, sitting on the far end of the couch, knees drawn protectively to your chest with the boisterous laughter and loud chatter of the frat brothers that roam the house, the sounds overstimulating you.

truthfully, they have kept their distance from you — watching them freeze in the doorway when they hear your quiet sniffles, then slowly back away, would've been amusing if you weren't so caught up in your own head.

chris is the only one who stays, seated on the other end of the couch, hunched over as he rolls a joint while occasionally glancing at the tv that's playing his favourite show, barely paying you any attention.

he did ask you what was wrong the first time he saw you, but when you snippily replied that you didn't want to talk about it, he scoffed and ignored you. that made you even more mad.

why does it bother you so much? you're not sure. did you want him to continue asking? to truly care? to offer you comfort? yet again, you're not sure. the confusion only leaves you more frustrated and angry.

what you do know is this; you're not okay. you're upset, annoyed, frustrated — you are everything but fine.

"damn, kid.. what's the matter w'you?" you hear nate's voice ask when he enters the living-room with matt trailing behind him.

matt gives you a quick glance before he sinks into the lone armchair in the corner, pulling out his phone. nate still hovers nearby, tilting his head slightly as he shakes a tupperware container full of salad in his hand, the sound of crunchy vegetables rattling inside.

"nothing." you reply, your voice sharper than intended, and from your peripheral vision, you catch chris glancing over his shoulder at you, his brows furrowing and his tongue prodding against his cheek.

nate purses his lips, a thoughtful hum escaping his as he pops the lid off the container, the fresh aroma of salad wafting toward you. he holds it out, a hopeful grin spreading across his face. "apple?"

"i don't want it." you retort, your annoyance flaring.

but nate is relentless, shaking the container enticingly. "c'mon. i know y'like—"

"i said i don't want it!" you snap louder, and in a moment of impulse, you shove the box away with too much force, and the contents topple to the ground — vibrant greens and reds scattering.

your heart races as you see the mess of chopped veggies, a mix of surprise and regret washing over you as you quickly look up at nate, ready to apologise for the mess and for your outburst. but before you can utter a word, chris is already at your side..

with a firm grip on your arm, he practically drags you up the stairs, away from the eyes of the others who have stopped in their tracks to watch the scene unfold. the embarrassment floods through you, and your head hangs low.

though you're still simmering with frustration, the regret for how you treated nate still gnaws at you.

when chris pulls you into his room, he shoves the door closed behind himself with a loud thud. you frown, your hands twitching at your sides as he slowly turns around to look at you with an incredulous gaze.

"what... what is your problem?" chris snaps, his voice low and intense, teeth gritted in annoyance. "huh? 'cos this attitude y'got, kid, it's fuckin' pissin' me off — you're pissin' me off."

his bluntness stings, and you open your mouth to defend yourself. "i said i don't want to talk about it. i said that so many times!!"

"right, but no need to act like a fuckin' baby 'n throw a tantrum."

you can't help but bristle at his words, shooting him a glare. "i hate you."

chris laughs at that, the sound low and mocking, a slow nod punctuating his response as his tongue prods at his cheek. a smirk spreads across his face as his posture shifts, and the way he scratches at his jaw, his gaze locked onto you sends a shiver down your spine.

you immediately regret what you said.

you're not surprised when you find yourself sprawled across his bed, your shorts and panties tugged down to your ankles, biting into his pillow as chris plunges deep into your pussy from behind, his hands smacking your ass.

you mewl loudly, lashes sticky with tears, drool seeping past your lips and dampening the material of his pillow as your hips arch back into him.

"s'what you needed, right?" chris asks, his voice low and husky as you squirm beneath him, watching his cock pound into your sopping cunt, your hips bouncing off the bed. "jus' needed t'be fucked t'get your fuckin' attitude in check."

"m'sorry!!" you cry pathetically, your lips parting in a 'o' shape as you feel another slap against your ass, the stinging sensations making your toes curl.

"yeah.. i know, kid."

© STURNIOZ

[800db-cloud]

spare some spy hcs? 👀

OKAY. ok. so i have been putting off answering this ask because i’m admittedly very shy and very afraid of sharing my headcanons. and also because i have A LOT OF THEM.. but here we are!

here are my headcanon spies :) René works for RED and Jacques works for BLU!

where to start, where to start… i have a LOT of headcanons for them, i’ll be talking for FOREVER here. i’ll just start with story because why not! xP

René’s parents were also agents/spies, so he was always destined to be one as well. And he lives up to his parents’ legacies! He’s most notorious for destroying gangs and mobs and the like from the outside in. He was brought to America years ago to take out a dangerous mob boss, but unfortunately found himself infatuated (and involved) with the boss’ daughter. Luckily for him, the boss’ daughter wanted the guy dead, too.

René’s story is honestly a lot more fleshed out than Jacques’, but here goes anyway:

Jacques’ father was a very rich and powerful man in politics. Jacques himself was the result of an affair, and to keep it hush-hush, his father decided to raise him. Raise is a strong word, though— but he did help his father gain intelligence and blackmail on opposing political parties. Jacques proved to be a promising spy since childhood.

If anyone has any suggestions/ideas for Jacques’ story, let me know haha x) he didn’t have the greatest upbringing per se…

last thing on this section i wanna talk about is the Scouts. René is related to both of the Scouts; he’s RED Scout (Jeremy)’s biological father, and he’s BLU Scout (James)’ adoptive/step-father. Jacques has no relation to either scout, but acts as a guardian figure to BLU Scout.

anyway, this is the part where i continue talking about other miscellaneous headcanons! and these come with doodles :)

You couldn’t catch René DEAD without his mask, or his suit! He’d neeever take them off around other people (‘other people’ is mainly just Scout. For obvious reasons.) Meanwhile, Jacques is pretty lenient in letting his teammates see his face! Everyone on BLU’s seen his face at least once.

A big part of why René refuses to strip down is also due to the fact he has a LOT of tattoos. No doodle for this one because I’ve yet to decide on what tattoos to put on him (ideas are very welcome!!), but yeah! Most of the tattoos were ‘forced’ onto him/he had to get for jobs and ‘fitting in’ with bad crowds, but a good few of them were of his own accord, too.

Jacques doesn’t have tattoos, but he has a myriad of another thing: scars! Lots and lots of scars on this guy. Faded and old, sure, but they’re there. Most prominent ones are the one around his neck (from when the RED Medic beheaded him) and the ones on his forearms (those are from the LAST time he was imprisoned— looong story…)

René doesn’t cook very often for his team, but when he does, everyone’s always BLOWN AWAY by this guy’s cooking! René’s really bad at taking compliments, though— (“Cooking food that’s remotely edible isn’t a compliment, it’s basic survival.”) —but rest assured he’ll be thinking about it for the next month. Jacques, however… Do NOT let this guy into the kitchen. Ever. The BLU base has a special fire extinguisher “In Case Spy Decides To Turn On The Stove”

oooh, this one is an hc and a HALF to me. René much prefers working alone. It’s just in his nature, being isolated and whatnot. He likes to deal with things by himself– maybe he doesn’t want to burden others? On the contrary, Jacques NEVER works alone. It’s a trait he’s had even before being hired to BLU. You never know when things could go wrong, so it’s best to have someone else to fall back to… or someone else you can blame!

these hcs both have something to do with how René and Jacques show their trust in other people :) it’s a bit convoluted but it gets there:

René is, amusingly, very bad at remembering names. Almost laughably bad. There have been many-a-story of his days before RED where he’d get a target’s name wrong, even after he’d repeated it in his head dozens of times over. Names are difficult for him, so if he remembers yours, it means you mean a lot to him! He prefers using his teammates’ names rather than their titles. René is unaware of how charming this specifc trait is to his coworkers (they saw how much work and effort it took for him to memorize their names, they’re just happy with how far he’s come!)

Jacques has a… to put simply, very complicated relationship with food. But the one thing he’ll never turn down is sweets. His favorites especially being chocolate bonbons. Jacques has a hard time eating in front of others, let alone sharing his food! But if he genuinely likes and trusts you enough, he’d have half the mind to share with you. Admittedly, he hasn’t brought himself to share with most of the members of his team yet, except for a select few. Mostly BLU Medic and BLU Sniper.

—

and of course, eventually, EVENTUALLY, these two also become friends! it took a little bit but believe me, they both respect each other’s skill in their job :)

AHHg i could go sooo much longer about them— from things like their physical traits (how much teeth they have? it’s a pressing question) or different periods of their life (why did rené have to leave his family? why was jacques imprisoned for the last time?) BUT this post is so… so, so long. My fingers hurt from typing

If you’ve managed to read through this Beast, THANK YOU RAAHH!!! thanks so much for asking this, too. i hope to spare more hcs someday. hehe ^_^

[angelholic1]

Please, I'm sorry ⋆.･࿔*: ⤷ After a big fight he say's he's sorry pairing : rin itoshi x fem reader 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ warning(s) : ooc? not edited, clingy, smut

It’s been three hours since the fight.

You haven’t left the apartment, but you may as well have. You’re curled up on Rin’s bed with your back to the door. You haven’t moved except to blink. You haven’t spoken since you shut down.

Rin’s been pacing the living room. Every so often, he passes by the open doorway, glancing inside like he wants to say something. But he doesn’t.

You don’t even remember how it started.

It’s always the same, anyway. He says something cold, you snap back, and then the silence starts. But this time, something had felt final about it, like you were one sentence away from walking out for real. You didn’t. You didn’t even pack a bag. But you stopped talking, and to Rin, that’s worse than screaming.

By hour four, you hear the soft knock on the doorframe.

He’s quiet for a second, like he’s waiting to be told to fuck off. When you don’t answer, he comes in anyway.

“Baby…” His voice is rough, like he hasn’t spoken in a while.

You feel the mattress dip behind you, then the slow press of his body curling around yours, gentle and hesitant. His hand lands awkwardly at your hip, like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you anymore.

“Talk to me, let’s fix this” he murmurs. “You don’t sleep when you’re mad at me.”

You don’t respond. But your breath shudders. That’s all he needs.

“I didn’t mean half the shit I said.” He swallows hard. “Probably more than half.”

Still nothing.

He buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapping around you from behind. It’s not smooth or confident, it’s desperate. Tight. His grip says please don’t go even though you never stood up.

“I get so—fucking scared,” he says, breath warm against your skin. “Of how much I feel for you..”

You shift, slightly.

“I thought I was better alone. I used to be proud of that.” His voice is barely above a whisper now. “But now? When you go quiet like this, it feels like I can’t breathe.”

Your chest tightens.

He presses his forehead to your back, voice breaking. “Please say something. Even if it’s to tell me I don’t deserve you.”

You slowly roll over to face him.

Rin freezes when you look at him, his eyes narrow. He’s not used to being vulnerable. Not used to being wrong.

“You act like I’m the one who’s going to break this,” you say finally. “But you’re the one always pushing me away.”

His throat bobs. He doesn’t argue. He just nods, shame flickering across his face.

You reach up and trace your fingers along his jaw, something tender, something tired. “Why do you make it so hard to love you?”

He was silent, Instantly. Easily. Like it’s something he didn’t know the answer to.

You blink.

He continues, softer. “I love you.”

Your breath catches.

And then, without another word, you lean in and kiss him.

It’s not rough or rushed. It’s soft. Quiet. Like both of you are afraid too much pressure will break it. Rin kisses you back like he’s grateful to still be allowed, like he’s terrified this will be the last time.

His hands move slowly, almost reverently. He pulls back to look at you, breathing heavily.

“I want to fix this,” he whispers. “I just don’t know how.”

“Then let me,” you whisper back.

You shift, carefully pushing him onto his back, straddling his waist. His breath stutters as he stares up at you, hair mussed, cheeks slightly flushed. He’s gorgeous and completely wrecked. Emotionally raw, hands clenched into the sheets like he’s scared to touch you first.

You slide your shirt over your head.

Rin’s eyes widen, lips parting slightly. “Are you sure—?”

“Do you want me?” you ask.

He looks stricken. “I always want you.”

“Then shut up and let me take care of you.”

His throat works as he nods quickly, his hands finally settling on your hips, fingertips trembling.

You sink down onto him, slowly, carefully, and the gasp he lets out is somewhere between a sob and a moan. His head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut like it’s too much. Too good. Too emotional.

“F-fuck—” he whispers. “I don’t deserve this.”

“You don’t,” you whisper, riding him with slow, deep rolls of your hips. “But I want you anyway.”

A shudder rips through him. “You’re too good to me.”

“You’re pathetic,” you whisper against his ear. “Clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive.”

“I am,” he breathes. “You are.”

His hands slip under your thighs, gripping tight as if anchoring himself. He watches you move above him with such awe, like you’re some fever dream he’s scared will vanish.

“You look so pretty like this,” you murmur. “Falling apart for me.”

He whimpers, actually whimpers, like he’s never been talked to like that. Like it breaks something in him.

“I’ll do anything,” he says, voice rough. “Just don’t leave. Please. Don’t ever leave.”

“I didn’t leave,” you say gently, brushing his hair back. “I was right here. You just didn’t know how to reach me.”

He pulls you down, wrapping his arms around your back, burying his face in your neck. His hips stutter up into you, desperate now, chasing friction.

“You feel so good,” he gasps. “I could die like this.”

“You’re not dying,” you say. “You’re learning.”

And then, Rin freezes.

You think maybe he’s overwhelmed or something but then suddenly he flips you over, catching you by surprise. Your back hits the bed, and Rin looms over you, breath ragged, eyes wild.

“Don’t think this means you get to leave me,” he growls.

You blink, wide-eyed. “I wasn’t—”

“I’ll beg,” he snaps, grabbing your chin. “But I’ll never fucking let you go.”

And then he slams back into you, hard, fast, rough.

You cry out, hands clutching at the sheets as he fucks you like he’s reclaiming you. Like he needs to own you to believe you’re still his.

“You want to fix things?” he pants. “Then take it. Take everything.”

Your back arches, a broken moan escaping your lips as he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

“Say it,” he snarls. “Say you’re mine. Say you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m yours—fuck—Rin, I’m not—”

“Louder.”

“I’m not leaving you!” you cry, eyes glassy. “I’m yours! I’m not leaving!”

“Good girl,” he growls, biting at your throat. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours—only yours—!”

He fucks you harder, possessive and wild, like every thrust is branding you.

“Beg for me,” he breathes. “Beg me not to let you go.”

“Please—please don’t let me go,” you whimper. “Please, Rin—”

“That’s right,” he growls, hips slamming into yours, your moans breaking into sobs. “Say it again.”

“Don’t let me go—don’t let me go, Rin—!”

He crashes his mouth onto yours, swallowing every cry, every plea, until he breaks with a groan and spills inside you. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps moving, grinding into you until you’re shaking and gasping his name, clinging to him like you’re drowning.

“Can’t stop,” he whispers, mouth at your ear. “Need to feel you—need you to believe me.”

“I do,” you cry. “I believe you.”

And finally, finally, Rin stops.

He stays buried inside you, chest pressed to yours, his weight grounding you. His hands release your wrists and slide to your cheeks, cradling your face like you’re fragile. His breath is uneven, shaky.

“You don’t get to leave,” he says again, quieter now. “Even if I fuck this up. You stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, curling your fingers into his hair. “You’re stuck with me.”

His exhale breaks into something that almost sounds like relief. But not quite.

It’s going to take time. Work. He’ll fall apart again — but maybe next time, he’ll reach for you before it’s too late.

For now, though, Rin wraps his arms tight around you.

And you don’t let go.

[quietplace26]

A potential Furina!MC au idea... where poor, poor Furina!MC wakes up in a SAGAU cult au.

Note, depending on how I feel, I might, key word 'might' continue this...

The moment she woke up as Furina!MC, knew something was up when she saw statues she never remembered seeing in the game all around Fontaine.

When Focalors whispers in her head that was the great CREATOR of Teyvat, Furina!MC truly knew she was fucked.

Not only was she stuck as Furina, but she was also in a SAGAU au?! How was that fair?!

But still she kept quiet, trying not to mentally break down as the years slowly ticked by. She acted the part of 'Furina', even acting out the part as a loyal worshiper of the CREATOR... Even though she didn't want to.

It's made all the worst when Neuvillette arrived and she found out even he was also fond of the CREATOR, as apparently even the Sovereigns used to worship them back in the old days.

Thus, her old crush on him sours and shrivels away...

And soon enough, canon came and went, letting a now (once again) human Furina!MC retired from the public eye. She even turns down a vision from Neuvillette, the same one he would've given to canon Furina.

But she wasn't canon 'Furina'. She never wanted to be her, never wanted to be a star or actress. She... She just wanted to be left alone now...

And most of all, she wanted to be as FAR away from Fontaine and everyone once the SAGAU nonsense started.

She wanted OUT of this cult.

So, she retires deep into Fontaine's countryside, where she could finally live in peace and relearn how to be human again.

No more fighting. No more being someone's puppet. No more being afraid of the people of Fontaine and Nevuillette watching her every step. No more being scared she'd be called a heretic for not worshiping the CREATOR.

Just peace and quiet...

...Only, because of this, she doesn't hear about the return of the 'CREATOR', and since Fontaine and Neuvillette became so busy and distracted, no one came to tell Furina!MC the news.

This also meant, no one came to tell her about the so-called 'IMPOSTER' on the loose.

It's only when on one late night Furina!MC hears a noise outside her little cottage and finds a shivering, bleeding form laying not too far away.

Their face looked like the one on the CREATOR'S statue. And their blood... It was gold.

Furina!MC knew she shouldn't get involved. She should've gone back inside, lock her door, and forget everything she saw, but those eyes ...

Those terrified eyes were the same ones she saw looking back at her every time she looked in a mirror for the last 500 years.

So, she kneels before this scared soul, and offers a hand, smiling sadly but kindly at them.

"It's alright. I won't hurt you. Please, let's get you inside where it's warm..."

[yukioos]

hitoshi quietly observing and making sure reader is safe and doing alright while having a secret crush on the reader before they even properly meet?

but he doesn't dare try to talk to them, thinking reader wouldn't like him nor want to befriend him and that they'd think he was only trying to brainwash them, but it's all in his head

overall, sweet angst with hitoshi ♡

btw, i love how appealing your blog looks and how good your writing is!

hitoshi is scared to talk to you face to face, so he observes you from afar until he gets transferred to class-a

hitoshi watched you at a faraway table in the cafeteria, seeing you giggle and eat with your friends. you smiled and laughed with mina and kyoka, cracking up whenever mina made a certain joke, though hitoshi didn’t know what it was about. they were safe people, sometimes the ones to put themselves in harm's way, but never risking their friend’s lives instead of their own.

hitoshi liked the idea that your friends were good people. they protected you, and you protected them and yourself in return. you were simply looking out for each other.

though when he saw you hanging out with bakugo, his heart tinged with worry. he was known for being reckless, acting out during class, and being aggressive. the boy had a temper, and hitoshi always kept an eye on you when the two of you were together. he couldn’t risk you getting hurt.

you were too pretty, too smart, too powerful, too kind, you had your whole life ahead of you. he had to keep an eye on you so you could stay safe, after all, you could change the world someday. he knew you changed his.

hitoshi wasn’t close with his classmates, far from it, actually. he hardly greeted them or said goodbye, as he was too focused on his studies and you. sometimes his classmates would catch him staring at you from a distance away, tap him on the shoulder, and say he was being weird.

soon, those words affected him. he thought he was weird just for trying to make sure you were okay and safe, but that was odd to others. eventually, he thought he should just go up to you and start a conversation, become friends, best friends, then lovers.

though it wasn’t that simple. hitoshi never went up to you in the first place.

hitoshi was discriminated against as soon as he joined preschool and was around other people. whether it was a teacher, a student, or even a relative, they always told him he couldn’t be a hero with a quirk like his. everyone was scared to answer his questions or even talk to him, afraid he would brainwash them and become a villain later on in life. he didn’t want you to think that.

so he mainly isolated himself from others, but many people at UA still believed he could become a hero. maybe you would believe that too.

he continued to train with mister aizawa after the sports festival, getting used to his new scarf after months of having trouble and getting tangled in it. he was never sure if he could transfer to your class, if he would ever be able to see you up close, to maybe have a conversation with you.

hitoshi just didn’t want you to judge him. he doubted you would.

but when the day came, and he had enough skill, he joined your class and walked into the heights alliance. he was nearly sweating from being nervous, although he was in his hero costume. mister aizawa introduced him, and a swarm of boys came up to him and started cheering.

hitoshi frowned, you were nowhere to be seen. he knew you normally kept to yourself when people came over to talk to you and your friends, choosing to stay silent and rather listen to what was happening, like him.

he tapped his foot impatiently, ignoring and blocking out the sounds of the boys calling out for his name, just occasionally murmuring a ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’ when they asked him a question or complimented him.

his eyes scattered across the large room, still not seeing you until he looked at the couch. he spotted familiar pink hair, mina’s, right next to you.

his eyes widened, and when you slowly turned your head to look at the commotion, your eyes locked. his heart rate immediately picked up, he could feel and hear it beating in his chest. he felt like he was going to pass out, this was probably the first time you’ve noticed him. he stopped tapping his foot on the ground and stared at you for a while.

suddenly, mister aizawa tapped hitoshi on the shoulder and nodded, telling him to say goodbye for a bit. he needed to be shown his new room.

he hesitantly walked away, though not before looking back at you and your curious eyes. before he turned the corner to walk upstairs, you tilted your head and smiled, then went back to quietly talking to mina.

hitoshi slept well that night, thinking about how he would get to be in the same classroom as you. who knows, maybe eventually you’d be paired to go on missions together if you went to the same agency! maybe your quirks would work well together.

but oh, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you smiled at him before he left, almost as if you’d seen him before. he tossed and turned, however. you often didn’t even spare a glance at someone if you didn’t know them.

have you noticed him before?

hehe decided to add some mystery to the end!! sry if this wasn’t angsty enough, i tried. might write a part two if enough people are interested in me making one

[vivmaek]

Synastry placements which indicate fated connection/ a connection or that person is meant to be in your life

Indications of a Fated Relationship

ʚɞ Sun Trine / Conjunct North Node ʚɞ This aspect creates an immediate connection and an instant sense of familiarity. Both parties might feel that this is destiny before the first date even begins. The Sun person will feel like the best version of themself around the North Node person. The Sun person also triggers growth in the North Node person. It is likely that a familial bond was shared in a past life.

ʚɞ Pluto Conjunct Mars ʚɞ The attraction present between both parties is intense. It's an aspect that forces confrontation upon your deepest desires and your greatest pains. Many intense experiences will be shared together. Both people can pick up on the hidden intentions and motives of one another. This may turn into an all-consuming relationship, one that leaves you without any energy left to give.

ʚɞ Sun Conjunct Saturn ʚɞ The Saturn person has karma to work through and must turn to the Sun person to find guidance. Any changes the Saturn person experiences are due to the influence of the Sun person. A sense of maturity is present from the start, both people feel as though they could settle down together. They can depend upon one another, but Saturn might feel threatened if the Sun person begins to grow without them.

ʚɞ Moon Conjunct Saturn ʚɞ The couple feels a deep responsibility towards one another which acts as the glue that holds their bond together. Oftentimes the Moon person must work through their co-dependency issues. The Saturn person is reliable even if they have to learn how to be more open towards the emotions of the Moon person.

ʚɞ Venus Conjunct Saturn ʚɞ Both parties might feel hesitant to enter into a partnership despite the powerful attraction that exists between them. The couple takes this relationship seriously and they exhibit caution for the sake of longevity. Guilt from their experiences in a past life might bubble up in this relationship. The Saturn person feels that the Venus person “owes” them something. The Venus person feels indebted to their partner and will probably be the first to make promises in the relationship.

ʚɞ Saturn Conjunct South Node ʚɞ This relationship requires a lot of work, and it will be impossible to avoid one another until this is dealt with. You may run into each other many times before a connection is formed. The South Node person will grow tremendously under the influence of the Saturn person.

ʚɞ Uranus Conjunct Venus ʚɞ This is a “love at first sight” aspect. You may meet one another in a sudden or unexpected manner, and unexpected events will continue to take place over the course of the relationship. Both parties feel fascinated by one another and an invigorating electric spark exists between the two. Neither one is afraid to showcase their weird personality traits or interests.

ʚɞ North Node / North Node ʚɞ This is an incredibly strong karmic tie. An immediate pull that goes beyond physical attraction was felt right away. It is as if their souls have been yearning for one another for many long years. The destinies of both individuals are in alignment, they were fated to be together. Both people will face and have faced similar spiritual lessons, this brings them closer together. The couple shares a similar vision for the future.

ʚɞ South Node / Personal Planets ʚɞ A deep sense of familiarity and constant deja vu occurs with these aspects. The relationship picks up where it left off in a past life.

ʚɞ North Node in 1st House ʚɞ The North Node person teaches the first house person how to be true to themselves and live authentically. The first house person's identity is strengthened through this relationship. It is likely that both people got along right away, they find it easy to be in one another's presence. Connecting on a deep level is an effortless process and respecting boundaries is never an issue. Nothing about this relationship feels forced. Both parties feel as though they were fated to meet one another.

ʚɞ North Node in 7th House ʚɞ A magnetic pull brought this couple together, they feel compelled to be together. The North Node person is especially attracted to the house person, they see their future with them. Their relationship came into existence to learn about partnership because this is something they have yet to master together. This can present challenges and it is easy to fall back on patterns exhibited through the South Node. Finding a balance between the needs of one another is key here.

ʚɞ North Node in 8th House ʚɞ This is an unforgettable relationship that awakens deep emotions. The North Node person will trigger extreme change within the house person's life. It may feel as though your souls have merged together. An incredibly intimate bond that looks at all your vulnerabilities through a magnifying glass. Dark and disturbing secrets, desires, or feelings will come forward so they can be worked through. Both partners understand each other on a level that compares to no one else.

✰ my masterlist

[postsforposting]

seriously mean

you can see what you like in fiction, blah blah blah, projecting onto characters is fun, etc

though it really seems like i watched a completely different movie from everyone else's deadpool and wolverine. they hate each other??? logan's a short fuse who doesn't control himself???

logan doesn't attack wade or the bartender despite the insults and the manhandling. no one's afraid of him, everyone stayed put instead of running.

logan outright says "talk about something else". not "shut the fuck up", not "you are so fucking annoying". a directive to continue yapping. just not about the suit. that's literally "keep going". he listened for however long they were walking and in the car, and he was actually LISTENING. he wasn't tuning it out. he wouldn't have known about vanessa and the avengers and the previous xmen adventures if he didn't care about what wade was saying.

all the "insults" that are actual insults only happen when wade's killed someone--after johnny dies, after nicepool dies. logan calls him an asshole after the first cassandra meeting, but in the context of his yapping having just killed johnny and nearly themselves too.

but he immediately asks for his input and then lets him yap again in the diner and all the way to the car fight. he doesn't use insults at all until after wade gets johnny killed, even though wade starts out insulting him in the bar and immediately in the void with "ape". though was he insulting logan or was it a compliment to his inhuman half, designed like an insult? logan's the one who gets down on all fours like an animal in the first fight scene, after wade's said "this is gonna be good". from how easily logan takes down sabretooth, we know that fight was pure fooling around.

logan's not mad when he finds out his universe can't be fixed, because he'll happily trade his past for wade's future--twice, going in the reactor and again when he doesn't demand to return to his own universe. a world without wade isn't one he wants. he makes to walk away because he needs to know if wade will call his name, just as logan called wade's in the reactor. and again, wade's an idiot and annoying in the reactor because he's about to kill someone again--himself.

at the end he says the avengers would be lucky to have wade. that's sincere. he was going to walk off, but chose to turn around and stay with wade. not because he had nowhere else to go, but because he likes the guy he just complimented. when meeting al, wade's throwing gross nonsense and logan is FOND and laughing along. that isn't disgust or frustration.

this is without getting into the motif that "taking the piss", aka insults aka verbal assaults, is "pulling your leg"--a joke. it's not meant seriously. it's flirting, foreplay, feeling each other out: physical violence is sex; verbal violence is first base.

so a mean joke isn't seriously like that but it very much definitely IS...."""like that""", in all seriousness. if you're insulting someone, you're "giving them an excuse", a come on to fucking go. an invite to...come....at? on?.....you. wade and logan both see right through the fourth wall, so this isn't only metatextual but also literally textual. they know what they're playing at.

a joke can also be an excuse to say one thing and mean another, like nicepool claiming to be nice while actually being rude. so if you act like you're mean.....you're saving the good stuff for special occasions. for someone who wants to have a go at you. it's why wade gets all breathy flustered in the car as they're....not playing nicely with each other. you gotta be....seriously mean.... if you wanna get under someone's skin....to live rent free with them. like family does. it's a callback to dp1: if you're paying for it, then you're only renting love, it's not a real happily ever after.

there's also a motif going on with costumes and masks making you "a different person", hence why wade and logan have radically different personalities in and out of their suits/masks. it's why wade takes off his mask to say nice things that he sincerely means.

[devdozes]

i adore your last fanfic it was silly lmao😭, can you also imagine them having all sleepover and phainon keep on teasing mydei to always put his head on the reader’s legs to sleep and teasing mydei cause he know damn well mydei couldn’t ask such a thing so he get pissed to that gesture

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND RHIS IS WHAT U EXPECTED :D

The soft glow of the living room lamps cast a warm ambiance over the small, cozy space. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor, a few leftover snacks from your movie marathon scattered nearby. The three of you—Phainon, Mydei, and you—had somehow ended up having a sleepover, though it was mostly Phainon’s idea. Mydei, true to his grumpy nature, grumbled about it at first, but he stayed anyway.

Phainon stretched lazily, yawning dramatically before flopping down onto the makeshift bedding. Without hesitation, he plopped his head directly onto your lap, sighing in satisfaction as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ahh, perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling slightly into the fabric of your pajamas. “Your lap is the best pillow, y’know? So comfy~”

You chuckled, used to his antics by now, and absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy white hair. “You say that every time,” you teased.

Phainon cracked open an eye, smirking. “That’s ‘cause it’s true. Unlike someone, I’m not afraid to admit what I want.” His gaze flickered to Mydei.

Mydei, who had been sitting cross-legged a few feet away, stiffened. His golden eyes narrowed, sharp like a blade, but his ears—traitorously flushed red—gave away his internal conflict.

“Tch.” He looked away, folding his arms. “You’re being annoying again.”

Phainon just grinned wider.

“Oh? Am I? Or are you just mad because you wanna do this too but can’t bring yourself to ask?” His voice was teasing, lighthearted, but the underlying challenge was very, very real.

Your eyes flickered to Mydei curiously, watching the way his jaw tensed. He looked like he wanted to say something, wanted to act, but his pride—or maybe embarrassment—held him back. You could practically hear the gears grinding in his head.

Phainon, ever the instigator, stretched again and snuggled even closer into your lap, tilting his head just enough to make direct eye contact with Mydei. His smirk was downright smug. “Mmm~ So nice. I might just sleep like this all night.”

Mydei let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying very hard not to react.

“…You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered, voice rough.

Phainon didn’t even try to deny it. “Of course I am.”

Your fingers stilled in Phainon’s hair as you looked over at Mydei. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration, but it wasn’t the usual kind. It wasn’t anger—it was something softer, more hesitant.

“Mydei,” you said, voice gentle. “Do you want to—?”

“No.” The word came out fast, defensive. Too defensive.

Phainon let out a dramatic sigh. “See? He wants to but refuses to say it.” Then, with an exaggerated groan, he rolled onto his back, still using your lap as a pillow, and stretched his arms over his head.

“You’re impossible,” Mydei muttered.

“And you’re predictable,” Phainon shot back, smirking. “Maybe next time, instead of sulking, you should just say what you want, Mydei~”

You watched Mydei’s hands twitch slightly, like he was debating something. And for a moment, you thought he might actually give in. But then he clicked his tongue and turned over, his back now facing you both.

“Just go to sleep.”

Phainon’s snicker was the last thing heard before the room fell into a comfortable silence.

But as you continued absentmindedly running your fingers through Phainon’s hair, you caught the way Mydei’s hand curled slightly near his chest—as if he was holding himself back from reaching out.

Phainon, naturally, wasn’t done poking the bear.

Even with his eyes closed, he smirked and sighed contentedly, snuggling even further into your lap. His breath was warm against your stomach, and you could feel the deliberate weight of his presence as he shifted just enough to make sure Mydei noticed.

“Ahh~ this is the life,” he murmured dramatically. “A soft lap, a gentle touch… Mydei, my dear friend, you wouldn’t get it.”

A vein visibly twitched on Mydei’s forehead.

“I swear,” Mydei muttered, voice tight, “if you keep running your mouth—”

“What? You gonna throw me off her lap?” Phainon peeked one eye open, grinning like he just won a game Mydei wasn’t even playing. “That’d be awfully rude, don’t you think?”

Mydei tensed, his golden eyes glinting dangerously, but the slight pink dusting his ears betrayed him.

You sighed, amused at their antics. “You guys do this every time,” you mumbled, still absentmindedly stroking Phainon’s hair. “Why don’t you just—”

“No.” Mydei cut you off immediately.

Phainon snickered. “See? He’s hopeless.”

Mydei shot him a glare, jaw tight. You could see it—the fight between his pride and his desire. His fingers curled slightly, like he wanted to grab something, but his stubborn nature wouldn’t let him take that step.

Phainon, still basking in victory, tilted his head just enough to rest against your stomach. His silver hair brushed against your skin, and his next words came out in a low, taunting murmur.

“Y’know, if you don’t do something, Mydei, I might just—”

That was it.

Before Phainon could finish, Mydei grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him off your lap.

“—ACK—!” Phainon barely had time to react before he found himself unceremoniously tossed onto the blankets beside you.

Mydei, still scowling, sat up and planted himself right beside you. He didn’t meet your gaze, and he sure as hell didn’t ask for anything, but his presence alone spoke volumes.

Phainon groaned dramatically. “Wow. So violent.”

You chuckled, watching Mydei’s stiff posture. “Mydei,” you hummed, tilting your head. “Did you want to—”

“No.” His response was immediate, but he still didn’t move away.

Phainon, rubbing the back of his head, smirked. “Denial looks great on you, buddy.”

You swore you saw Mydei’s eye twitch.

But despite his grumbles, despite his glaring inability to ask for what he wanted, Mydei stayed right next to you. Close enough that the warmth of his shoulder brushed against yours. Close enough that, if you shifted just a little, you’d feel the subtle tension in his posture.

He wouldn’t say it. But he wanted to.

A few minutes passed, and just when you thought things were settling down, Phainon suddenly sat up, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know what? We should settle this. Right now."

Mydei sighed, already tired of whatever nonsense Phainon was about to pull. "Settle what, exactly?"

Phainon grinned. "Who’s the better choice to sleep next to you, of course."

You blinked. "Hi, so what the fuck?i"

"I refuse to participate in this." Mydei deadpanned, glaring at Phainon.

Phainon ignored him. "First challenge! Who can stay awake the longest while cuddling you?"

You groaned. "Phainon, that’s not—"

"Shhh, we’re already starting," Phainon interrupted, dramatically throwing himself onto your side and wrapping his arms around you like a human octopus. "I’m never letting go, Mydei."

Mydei’s eye twitched. "You’re such an idiot."

"Correction: a competitive idiot." Phainon grinned. "C’mon, Mydei, unless you’re scared you’ll lose?"

A muscle in Mydei’s jaw twitched. Oh, that did it.

With an exasperated sigh, Mydei grumbled something under his breath before pulling you toward him instead, his grip firm yet hesitant. His face was turned away, but his ears were burning red.

Phainon snickered. "Oh-ho? Look who finally made a move!"

You sighed, caught between two ridiculous, overgrown children competing for your affection. "You two are unbelievable."

Phainon winked. "Unbelievably in love with you?"

Mydei groaned. "I’m actually going to kill him."

As if things couldn’t get more ridiculous, Phainon suddenly gasped dramatically and sat up. "Wait. We forgot the most important part of a sleepover."

You raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"A blanket fort competition."

Mydei looked at him, deadpan. "You’re actually five years old."

Phainon smirked. "Oh? What’s wrong? Scared you’ll lose?"

That was all it took. Mydei’s competitive nature flared instantly.

Within minutes, both men were scrambling to grab pillows, blankets, and whatever household items they could use for structural support. You, caught in the middle of their madness, simply watched as they transformed the living room into a battlefield.

Phainon’s fort was a chaotic mess, but it was ridiculously decorated. He strung up fairy lights inside, piled in an excessive amount of pillows, and even found some glow-in-the-dark stickers to add to the "aesthetic."

Mydei, on the other hand, took a tactical approach. His fort was sturdy, well-structured, and honestly looked impressive—like he had studied the mechanics of fort-building beforehand. He even lined the inside with snacks and a perfectly arranged seating area.

When they were done, both turned to you, expectantly.

"So?" Phainon grinned. "Which fort do you like better?"

Mydei crossed his arms, golden eyes watching you. "Be honest."

You looked between them, two grown men who had just spent an hour fighting over blankets and pillows, all for your attention.

And honestly? It was adorable.

You simply smiled. "I think... I’ll just sleep in both."

Cue immediate protests from both sides.

The next morning, war broke out in your kitchen.

You had barely woken up when you found yourself in the middle of an unexpected cooking showdown between Mydei and Phainon.

“I bet she’d like my pancakes better,” Phainon declared, cracking an egg into a bowl with practiced ease. “Light, fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness.”

Mydei scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “Tch. She doesn’t need sugary nonsense first thing in the morning. I’ll make her a proper breakfast.”

“Ohhh?” Phainon grinned, whisking the batter. “What, you gonna make one of your ‘nutritious, balanced meals’? Boring.”

“You’ll thank me when you’re not crashing from a sugar high an hour later,” Mydei shot back, already moving to prepare something more savory—omelets, freshly toasted bread, and sliced fruit on the side. His movements were sharp, precise, the kind that came from experience.

You sat at the table, still groggy, watching the two bicker as they cooked. “Uh… I can just eat whatever—”

“No.” They both shot you a look at the same time.

You blinked. “…Okay.”

Phainon playfully nudged Mydei’s shoulder as he flipped a pancake. “You seem really into this, Mydei. Don’t tell me you’re trying to impress her?”

Mydei’s movements stuttered for just a second before he gritted his teeth. “Shut up and focus on your own mess.”

Phainon snickered, clearly enjoying himself, before turning to you. “Hey, sweetheart, you wanna be my taste tester? I promise my pancakes are better.”

Before you could answer, Mydei placed a perfectly plated omelet in front of you. “Eat this first,” he said firmly.

Phainon gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! She hasn’t even tried mine yet!”

You sighed, looking between the two ridiculously competitive men. “…What if I just eat both?”

Mydei and Phainon exchanged glances.

“…Fine,” Mydei muttered, looking away.

Phainon grinned. “That’s fair. But mine’s still gonna be your favorite~”

As you took a bite of Mydei’s omelet first, you noticed him watching you way too closely, his sharp golden eyes scanning your face for any reaction. And when you hummed in approval, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Phainon, seeing this, quickly slid a pancake onto your plate. “Okay, okay, but try mine now. You’ll love it.”

You did. And it was amazing.

Phainon beamed when you told him so, shooting Mydei a triumphant look. Mydei just clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath, but you could tell he was still secretly pleased you enjoyed his cooking too.

And thus, the ridiculous cooking war ended in a tie.

And both of them asked for a kiss on the cheek as a reward

[hunniexox]

where the road will take you next ● PAC

Life is quite strange at the moment. Everything seems so mundane and chaotic at the same time, and it can be difficult to see a way forward. This is a message for your next chapter.

The energy was just chaotic. Cards were coming out in chunks and just jumping out. All in all, the energy was just screaming: CONFLICTED!

Hopefully, this will give you some peace of mind. Remember, you make your choices x

Decks used: Cats Rule the Earth deck, Rider Waite deck

Pile 1

Cards: Seven of Wands, Five of Cups Rx, Six of Swords Rx, Four of Swords Rx, Knight of Wands, Ten of Swords

The energy is so heavy... It's like the mere thought of continuing this journey is so daunting you tend to just block it out. I'm seeing a lot of bed rotting, maladaptive daydreaming, a lot of escapism. Not wanting to face reality because it's so brutal right now, and a fear of making your own decisions.

You have been trying to move forward though, you just had a lot of setbacks and internal and external conflicts. It's a lot, it really is. I am so sorry you went through this, you might still be in it and you're just looking for a sign that you can choose the life you want to live and that everything will be alright. It will. It truly will. I see you getting to a point where you're so fed up, that you just start doing things. You let the anger and frustration at your situation fuel you.

Literally, with the Seven of Wands and Knight of Wands, you do have this deep passion of standing up for what you believe and your dreams. You have a lot of spirit and drive for your passions, but I see you hit a wall. You got so burnt out to the point where you started to think you're not capable of doing anything. It's not that though, you just needed a rest.

The cycle is ending with the Ten of Swords. Although it was a long and tedious process, and there were many moments of just saying to yourself that life should deal with you however it sees fit; you're starting to see your spark again. You're starting to see your passionate self ignite again. You're starting to trust your decision making skills. You're starting to trust your intuition again.

Life is starting to feel kinder again. Circumstances change when we change. If you ever doubt who you are and what you are truly capable of, remember that there is a whole world out there. If your passions and dreams were misunderstood, it was misunderstood by people who wouldn't even count as a drop in the ocean.

If you have big dreams, you have them for a reason. There are so many people to meet and experiences to have.

Pile 2

Cards: Strength, Temperance Rx, Knight of Pentacles Rx, Seven of Pentacles, Page of Wands, Ten of Wands Rx

You're very diligent and you have a very secure image of yourself and your life. You have a good head on your shoulders, you focus on the important things, you try to show up for your family and your job/studies and your goals to the absolute best of your abilities. Your life is a garden you diligently tend to, consistently.

So, what's the big deal, right?

You want to start something new but you've dedicated so much to how your life is currently set up. This new thing you want to pursue doesn't necessarily fit into your well cultivated life. It's making you question yourself. Where did this new interest even come from? It feels so foreign to you. You could be so flustered by this new interest that you kind of treat like a taboo, but you just can't stay away from it.

Your life seems public, like a lot of people are aware of your actions and what you do and how you behave. There's a lot of eyes on you, so keeping up a certain image is important. You could be afraid that if it comes out, you might get laughed at. The message I'm getting very clear with this group is you are allowed to explore yourself. You are allow to pursue the things you are actually interested in.

Yes, you can say you know this but do you act like it. Do you treat yourself as though you have the permission to live your life anyway you want to? Do you truly allow yourself this freedom? Pause and reflect. If you truly did, you wouldn't be so conflicted about this new interest.

Pursue the dream. Pursue the interest. Pursue it with all of your being and when you are in it, see what part of you begins to blossom. It'll be a part of yourself that will bring so much colour and vibrancy to your world. Allow yourself to change.

Pile 3

Cards: Nine of Swords, Ten of Pentacles, Eight of Wands Rx, The Devil Rx, Three of Cups, Ace of Swords

Oof, this is definitely about a toxic relationship that ended. This relationship that ended was so bad, you had your friends and family concerned for your wellbeing. The first card coming up being the Nine of Swords, I immediately knew that this affected your mental state the most. It really affected how you saw yourself and for a time, it made your own inner voice very toxic towards yourself.

I am so so sorry you went through this. You were so brave for moving on from this. I see that you've got good friends and a solid home life, or you've just got a solid support structure with the people in your life. They want to see you do good and get your spark back. Your friends miss you and they miss the times you had before this relationship.

This went on for a while. It was also a back and forth situation. Deep down, you know your worth. Your sense of self was so solid and now you're rebuilding. This was the first time anyone had treated you this way. Goodness. I can really feel the weight of this.

Your reading ended with the Three of Cups and the Ace of Swords, which I'm really happy to see because it shows you are getting back into the swing of life. That you have a new way of seeing yourself, a new fortitude of the mind. This situation really taught you about the importance of having boundaries when it comes to how you think of yourself and how others think of you. Their thoughts will never be yours.

I'm so proud of you for actively working to break free from those mental chains. I'm just getting this icky feeling. Like, everytime you remember how boldly toxic they were, you just cringe and move on. I'm so happy that you're starting your new chapter.

The people who love you are waiting to celebrate life with you again.