#im going to strangle him (affectionate)

[ghostofjjupiter]

i feel the intense urge to post

[dat-town]

silly for you

Characters: Woonhak & female reader

Setting & genre: friends to lovers, fluff, comedy

Summary: In which Woonhak was supposed to babysit his cousin and ended up not only making him cry but maybe with a girlfriend.

Warnings: toddler things like crying and burping, one i will strangle you joke

Words: 1.5k

Author’s note: obviously inspired by the The Return of Superman episode where the little boy cried and Woonhak panicked (– in celebration of him going on a children program again)

unagi: HELP you: ?? unagi: i made a kid cry you: you did what now

Kim Woonhak became your best friend in middle school in the unlikely circumstances of being opposite genders because at that age, at the crisp of teenagehood, boys thought girls were cringe and girls thought boys were disgusting. And undeniably, Woonhak was every bit of a boy himself: he was loud, always ran around and believed that the school was his playground. He and his friends always played football in the breaks and came back to class all sweaty, eww. Despite being classmates, you didn’t interact with him more than necessary and had no plans on changing your mind about him either.

Then, one day when you found a mighty opponent in your favourite combat game at the arcade near school and it turned out to be none other than Kim Woonhak, everything changed. You started hanging out outside of school, playing together, dragging the other into new games you liked. At the time you had the biggest crush on Hiro Hamada from Big Hero 6 so you were obsessed with the Nintendo Switch game and Woonhak never made fun of your game of choice. Hanging out naturally evolved into grabbing snacks together, spending the last of your pocket money on lollipops and popping candies as well as instant ramyeon, because Woonhak was in the constant state of hunger and his teenage boy stomach could eat anytime. In school you both still had your own friend groups that didn’t really interact but it wasn’t awkward, you didn’t avoid each other or anything, you just spent time together away from them.

Then in high school you were put in the same class in the same school and started seating together in the back, partners-in-crime for every mischief. You let him copy your notes when he fell asleep during class and he brought you your favourite melon drink in exchange. You went to cheer for him when he made it to the high school’s baseball team and he was always ready to help when your movie club needed recommendations or you needed somebody to cover for you when you were being late.

After so many years, it was safe to say that you had seen him in many chaotic situations, but him making a child cry was really a new thing.

unagi: im at my uncle’s, babysitting my baby cousin but he keeps crying you: did you try i dunno holding him and rocking him in your arms? unagi: he just cries harder when i wanna pick him up unagi: what do i do yn? what if he hates me? unagi: im seriously losing my mind you: don’t be like that you big baby. toddlers are just like that, he doesn’t hate you unagi: TT you: text me the address. i’m coming over unagi: REALLY?

Your mouth involuntarily curled up in a smile. You couldn’t help it. The older he got the cooler Woonhak wanted to seem. Maybe it was because of his older friends or because he was the eldest in his family but to you he was still the kid who cried over animal movies and threw tantrums when he lost a round after being so close to winning. He had a big heart and he wore it on his sleeve and you liked it about him. Maybe a bit too much.

You knew exactly when it started shifting, the way you viewed Woonhak. When you started wanting to hold his hand or hug him a bit longer. It was easy to tell because normally you had never been overly affectionate with each other. Sure, you had always gotten each other’s back, whether it was about homework or schoolmates talking behind your backs. You knew each other’s favourite snacks and how to rile up the other in games. He was there to listen to you complain about your family drama and you listened to his dozenth rant about his hyungs teasing him. You were friends, good friends, best friends even but then Go Hayee happened and it was never the same again.

In high school after puberty hit Woonhak with height growth and his baseball practices started building up some healthy muscle over his lanky limbs, girls at school started to notice him and based on the pink tip of his ears, Woonhak liked the attention. It wasn’t even that or jealousy that triggered your realization, it was seeing Woonhak’s pure giving heartbreak into two because Go Hayee took his affection for granted and found a new target by next week. There in their living room, playing Mario Kart and eating ice cream, you told Woonhak that he deserved better, that he deserved somebody who really appreciated him and when he turned to you with a pout and soft eyes, you wanted to be that person.

Then Woonhak shifled out a laugh and muttered:

“Thanks bro,” shattering your newfound naive hope.

But still, he was your best friend, so when he called for your help, even if it was because of a crying child, you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed your bag and hopped on the first bus towards the address he had sent you, knocking on the door not much later.

Woonhak swung the entrance open after barely two knocks, looking as dishevelled as somebody could be who unsuccessfully tried to calm a kid down. His hair was a mess, his plaid shirt was hanging off one shoulder, his white tee underneath stained with whatever baby food there was around but he still managed to look cute, it was unfair.

“Y/N! Gosh, thanks for coming!” he exclaimed with a tug on your arm to get you inside the house. “He keeps crying, I really don’t know what to do.”

“Did he sleep and eat?” you asked, trying to figure out if maybe the baby was just exhausted and needed a nap or he was hungry. Maybe he was just missing his mom, who knew. You definitely weren’t an expert but you had been babysitting for your neighbours before, so you had a few guesses.

“Yeah, my aunt told me he slept in the afternoon and I fed him the porridge thing she told me to,” Woonhak led you inside the living room after giving you a house slipper and true to his word, there he was, the little boy was in his baby playpen crying loudly. You reached inside to pick him up, holding his tiny body close to your chest, patting his back lightly while rocking him gently.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, shooting a reassuring smile in Woonhak’s direction too because he seemed almost as distressed as the baby.

It took a few minutes of singing children songs off-key (Woonhak was actually better at that) and rocking the baby in your arms for him to let out a few burps and then stop crying. Oh, his stomach must have hurt.

“Wanna hold him now?” You asked your best friend who watched you in awe but took over the job swiftly and seeing him handling his baby cousin with so much care and adoration was definitely a lovely sight your heart wasn’t quite ready for.

It didn’t take too long after that for the toddler to doze off and Woonhak gently placed him inside his bed, switching on the baby monitor before the two of you went back to the living room to clean up a bit. Once you were out of earshot of the baby’s room, your best friend slumped against you, his forehead hitting your shoulder dramatically as he crouched down from his ridiculous height to accommodate the position.

“Oh my god, thank you! You are a lifesaver!” He rambled in a tired, hushed voice once silence settled in. “I could seriously kiss you right now… Hehe what am I saying? I mean like a platonic bro kiss, you know,” Woonhak giggled as he pulled back to put some distance between you, avoiding your eyes after those blurted out words.

“Right, a bro kiss…” you snorted with an eye roll, because what the hell was that? Is that another thing Myung Jaehyun with his inability to keep his hands off another human being taught him?

Woonhak let out an awkward laugh and scratched the back of his neck.

“I mean… unless…”

“Unless?” You almost shrieked because why were you still talking about this?

“Like if you wanna…”

“Kim Woonhak, I swear I will strangle you if you want to turn our friendship into something casual,” you interrupted the boy, exasperated,  because your wildly beating heart couldn’t handle more half-finished sentences.

Your best friend definitely sported a blush high on his cheeks by then and you were sure you didn’t look any different. Woonhak looked like he was getting ready to get on those high rollercoasters he hated in theme parks with his teeth nervously leaving dents in his lower lip.

“And if it’s not something casual or platonic?” He blurted out and it was your turn to stutter.

“I… I guess that’s fine then.”

“Really?” Woonhak lit up and nuzzled close to you like an overgrown puppy. “Are you serious? Can we?”

Later you would tease him about his enthusiasm and hold out until he properly asked you out but for now, you were happily engulfed in his hug, enjoying his closeness. At least until his cousin’s sudden crying sounds didn’t remind you both of his babysitting duties.

[hinge]

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How He Would Cuddle You

Percy Jackson x gn! reader and how he would act when you two cuddled!

warnings: a bit of smoochin', no smut, not proof read we die like men

~750 words

A/N: okay guys so this is like my first fic ever im so nervous ahh!! (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) but anyway, i hope you guys like it and feel free to leave requests, i'd love to write more!

love y'all!! (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

This man literally has THE TIGHTEST GRIP on you I swearr

You say things jokingly like "oh my god Percy i cant breathe," and he lets out a huff of annoyance, buries his head deeper into your hair and grumbles a half-assed excuse along the lines of "but you smell so good babe," or "sorry sleeping people cant talk,"

This man is so sassy I swear he will be the death of you

Luckily he loosens his grip when you remind him that 'sleeping people' can't consent to kisses either, which at first he protests about but after dodging his advances for a few minutes (or lets be honest a few seconds, this man is whipped for you) he finally gets the message and cuddles you without the strength of someone who seems to be trying to strangle you

On a seperate note, when Percy's in a cuddly mood, he gets so sweet with you, it's adorable to watch. Like when you find him so exhausted after a quest that the sassiness melts into clinginess its just *chefs kiss*

As well as his bashful nature towards affection melting, his need to be reassured regarding your relationship increases tenfold.

"babe can you just let go for a sec im almost done my work," you mutter as your near endless assignment seems to be coming to a close "Work isn't as important as our your ever-loving undervalued boyfriend, is it?" He asks drowsily in company with his arms coiling slowly around your shoulders in your seated position and coiling his fingers absentmindedly in your hair. As you giggle to yourself and repeat "undervalued, huh?" in a questioning tone, you're met with his hot breath on the side of your neck, followed by a couple sloppy, feather-light kisses.

"C'monn,*kiss* i miss you*kiss* so much*kiss*" He mumbles into the side of your neck as you restrain yourself from providing him with any signs of enjoyment because you know you'll end up trading off you're incredibly uninteresting assignment with being pinned under your extremely muscular and sleepy boyfr- okay yeah maybe this deal doesn't sound too mentally taxing.

As your resolve is finally broken, you reciprocate his affectionate gestures by kissing his forehead followed by his somehow always soft lips and whisper with a giggle"You always know just what to say," to which he responds by picking you up bridal-style and dropping you on the bed, which you yelp rightfully at.

He flops on top of you ungracefully and places his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling many things which you can't make out(519), but the jist of which are all extremely sweet and along the lines of "you're.. the best.. did you know that?.. you're like.. oh my gods you know like... that outfit you wore like... a week ago... everyone was staring at you but... you're mine," he buries his face deeper as you can feel his face heating up and a lazy smile etching deeper and deeper as he keeps gushing over you "All mine, yeah?.." he uses all of his remaining strength to look up at your face expectantly, awaiting your response like an eager puppy, "All yours, Percy," you say, with each word dripping with as much affection as you could muster.

You start to twirl your fingers in his scalp as he takes refuge back into the crook of your neck "so sweet t'me... how are you real... you must be like... from olympus... y'r too pretty... prettier than aphrodite I'll tell ya that much... hmmm... yeah that feels good..." he dreams out loud, keening into your touch "I could say the same about you, prettyboy," you retort as he suppresses the need to kick his legs like a schoolgirl.

As the comfortable silence lengthens, and you wonder if he's finally been taken to dream-land, he presses one last soft, love-filled kiss on your neck and whispers the softest and sweetest "I love you," that has ever graced the Earth, to which you can only hope he heard you respond,

"I love you too, Percy."

[1-up-chump]

Thinking about my hc for Erik and Charles sexuality (and by extension juggernaut's sexuality by proxy) so let me dump my thoughts here

And it should go without saying but common courtesy isn't so common: this is a personal HC and interpretation of the characters, if you do not like it then you do not read it. Simple :D

So charles never got a chance to explore his sexuality but he did learn about gayness from his step brother cain. however cain's father, and charles stepfather kurt marko, was wildly homophobic and instilled the idea it was wrong and gross on every level. With kurt already harsh on cain, cain projected his internalized homophobia on charles. And charles learned to never bring it up again since this angered his brother more than anything else cain already hated about Charles. Unfortunately this instilled a subconscious uncomfortable feeling whenever charles brings up his own desires outside of "whats socially acceptable" and has yet to mentally unpack that

Meanwhile Erik was in that "i kinda always knew but never met anyone else that bothered me to let me explore" kinda way. Although due to his circumstances he wasn't exactly afforded to explore since he was

Trying not to die

Trying to stop humans killing mutants (at any cost)

Trying to not let grief fueled rage consume him (failed)

So when he met charles he finally was comfortable enough to "test the waters" but due to charles being an idiot with his own emotions Erik initially thought he was straight. And yet charles keeps leading him on with the most homoerotic conversations and chess matches ever so it confused and lowkey pisses off Erik. It keeps him guessing if Charles is gay or just really affectionate. But it still sparks their relationship even when they're "enemies"

So their relationship, despite having chemistry and passion so strong it makes an atom bomb pale in comparison, is so slow burn it's a detriment to them (but mostly everyone else lol)

Charles "oh im not straight" moment literally happens in the most mundane of circumstances when he's lost in his own thoughts one day. And when the realization hits him he panics and tries to shove it back down but its not going away now its out. So the next conversation he has with erik is "testing the waters" and in this moment erik wants to strangle charles harder than he's ever wanted to. But after this moment of, not really a confession but more so of a "hey our relationship is complicated but tbh lets just make it official bc why tf not"

[megumimania]

Hey!! I love ur jjk writing and I was wondering if I could ask for Geto! Some fluff with his s/o and instead of nobody noticing his struggle, his s/o does and helps him though his hard time and then we never get a KFC heartbreak 😀 anyways thanks sm for all ur works they are great!

tysm anon and i love this idea sm!! hope i did it justice!! 🩷

warnings: angst to fluff, geto is my roman empire, geto deserves the world sorry!

there’s something off with your boyfriend and it’s bothering you.

over the past few weeks, your usually loving and caring boyfriend has become more distant and subdued. he’s still affectionate but you can tell it lacks the same loving sentiment that it once had. it’s like hes doing it out of obligation, not love. you’ve asked shoko and gojo but it seems like they haven’t noticed anything either, which makes you feel like you’re overthinking this, but there’s something that keeps telling you that whatever geto is going through is much more worse than being in a bad funk.

he barely talks to you anymore, often replying in grunts or little notes he sticks around the place, he barely eats and the signs of it are evident, his uniform being less flattering and his face becoming more gaunt. when you try to raise your concerns, he dismisses them instantly, often saying something along the lines of ‘im fine’ and ‘I’m not even that hungry anyways’ whilst kissing your cheeks as if that is supposed to calm down your anxieties about him. you’re currently losing the man you love right now, watching him waste away in front of you, while the world looks on.

you currently feel like you live in two separate worlds from each other, despite you both being in each other’s spaces all the time. it’s driving you insane how estranged you’ve become these past weeks, it’s like you’re living with a stranger. until one night you finally decide to bite the bullet.

“suguru, we need to talk.” you pat the space next to you, inviting him to join you on the couch. he does so reluctantly, taking a deep breath as he does so. “yes my love?” he says, playing with a loose string of clothing on your shirt.

“are you okay?” you finally ask. he stills for a moment and you’re hoping that he doesn’t take it the wrong way and shut you out of his life. geto’s shoulders finally relax as a strangled sob escapes his lips, “i watched her die right in front of me, y/n.” he puts his head in his hands as he tries to collect himself. “every time i close my eyes i see that moment—it was my job to protect her and i failed, y/n!”

“it’s never was and it will never be your fault, you’re just a kid.” you pull him into a hug, gently stroking his hair. geto crumbles under your touch and for the first time in weeks, all the dark thoughts racing through his head come to a standstill. it seems that the grief and anguish that came with losing riko renders him speechless, as he cries in your arms for what seems like hours. “you did what you could and that is enough.” you gently reassure him.

eventually he pulls away, eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying. “‘m sorry.” he murmurs, wiping his tears away. “i didn’t mean to mess up your shirt.” you take his hands into yours, looking into his eyes. “thats the least of my worries right now, i worry about you suguru, you don’t sleep or eat and it terrifies me that one day i’ll wake up and you’ll be—” ,you blink rapidly trying to stop your tears from falling, “gone.”

suguru’s heart lurches at the thought of that, of him being gone and you being left to pick up the pieces all on your own. so he wills himself to try—for his sake and your own, and so he does because he stupidly realises that is what love is about, the constant support and love that you’ll always have for one another which never wavers, no matter how many times be tried to keep you at arms length in order to protect you.

so he lets you wash his hair, his hair tangled and matted from weeks of not washing it, he lets you feed him, despite his protests. the intimacy of it all makes him realise how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life, that makes the unbearable days much more bearable.

and for first time in weeks, suguru geto goes to bed as a somewhat happy man.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Could you maybe do nipple sucking with Cumulus and the rest of the ghouls (Rainy and Swiss) please? It’s so comforting for me!

Cw: nipple sucking, non sexual intimacy, nightmare mention.

Cumulus wakes up to the bed moving and the bed covers she’d been cocooned in lifted letting in a draft. Normally she wouldn’t be so confused, she’d just assume it was Cirrus making her way to bed but she could feel the ghoulette still pressed up against her back, exactly where she had been when they both fell asleep.

She makes a sound, somewhere between a questioning hum and a squeak of confusion as the mystery body climbs under the covers and cuddles into her naked body.

“Sorry.” The silky smooth voice that she recognises as Swiss whispers into the darkness. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. He lets out a chuff as he lets himself be moved, giving the middle of her chest and affectionate bump with his forehead.

“You don’t have to apologise, darling. You’re always welcome here.”

Swiss lets out another chuff as he tangles his legs with hers, rubbing his face in the valley of her breasts. She giggles as his beard tickles her chest. She scratches under his chin making him tilt his head back and a rumbly purr vibrate through his chest.

“I had a weird dream.” He whispers as he purrs. “I had to make sure you were still here.”

Cumulus tightens her arms around his shoulders, winding then unwinding one of his dread locks around her finger repeatedly. “A weird dream? What about, baby?”

Swiss lets out a pained hum, scooting even closer to her so there’s space between the two of them.

“You went missing in the forest. Nobody could find you, not even Mountain.” He rubs his cheek against her chest. “I woke up before anyone found you. So I had to make sure you were actually still here.”

“Im still here, baby. I have no plans on going anywhere.” She caresses his cheek, running her thumb along his cheekbone.

Swiss leans into her touch, rubbing his cheek on her thumb in return. “You promise? I don’t know what I’d do without you, mama.”

“I promise, baby. I need you just as much as you need me.” She hums, kissing the top of his head.

Swiss chirps, satisfied with her answer, and buries his face deeper into her chest. “Can I sleep here tonight?” He whispers, Like he’s scared she’ll say no and kick him out.

“Of course, honey! Like I said before, you’re always welcome here.”

“I don’t want to wake Cirrus up, that’s all.” Swiss sounds uncharacteristically shy when he says that.

“Oh please, don’t worry about her. If they made sleeping an Olympic sport she’d win gold.” Cumulus giggles to herself. “And then she’d sleep through the award ceremony.”

Swiss snorts a laugh.

“At least she doesn’t snore like Dew does. Who knew someone that small could make that much noise.”

“He just has to always be annoying, even when he’s asleep.” Cumulus giggles.

Swiss goes to say something else but he gets cut off by a yawn. He stretches as he yawns, trying not to dig his claws into her hip.

“Oh big yawn.” Cumulus coos at him. “Are you sleepy, darling?”

Swiss hums.

“Yeah, it’s late now. Or early, I guess.”

“You wanna go back to sleep, honey? Think you’ll be okay to do that?” Cumulus scratches at his scalp with her claws, pulling a deeper purr from him.

Swiss doesn’t reply, just nods and lets himself relax into her touch, waiting to drift off to sleep. Cumulus stays awake for a few more minutes, until she’s sure that Swiss is asleep with no signs of more weird dreams.

She’s just letting herself begin to drift off, letting sleep cloud her mind and drag her off into unconsciousness, when a warm and wet sensation suddenly surrounds her nipple pulling her back from the brink of sleep.

She makes a strangled sound, jolting back making the sensation suddenly disappear.

“Sorry- I’m sorry.” Swiss looks up at her with a very guilty look on his face. “Sorry, it’s just that I-“

“Shh, it’s okay.” Cumulus cuts him off. “I just wasn’t expecting it. You made me jump, that’s all.”

Swiss still looks guilty.

“I-I should have asked, I’m sorry, I just- it’s just-“

“It’s okay, i promise.” She curs him off again. “You never have to ask, not for that. You know I’ll never say no.”

She guides his head back down so he can latch back into her and begging sucking at her nipple once again. He lets out a deep sigh as he begins to suckle gently, his hand that’s resting on her hip starts to knead at the flesh on instinct. Cumulus hums, scratching at Swiss’ scalp again making him thrill and suck a little harder, his eyes slipping closed.

She can’t help letting herself enjoy this as she looks down at Swiss, watching his cheeks hollow slightly as he sucks, letting out little contented hums and sighs alongside little sucking sounds. It’s rare for Swiss to ask for this. Normally Swiss’ comfort looks like a joint and kneeling for Mountain, letting him take control over him. He’s only ever come to her a handful of times, so Cumulus treasures every time he does.

He lets out a long sigh, letting a puff of air out against her breast making her jump slightly. She strokes her thumb along his cheek, up to his eyebrow and smooths out the stray hairs that are sticking up. Swiss hums again, his eyes fluttering open for a brief second before they close again and he nuzzles even deeper into her, sucking a little harder.

Cumulus strokes his face for a few more seconds , just making sure he’s actually asleep this time. Once she’s satisfied that he is, she wiggles a little to get more comfortable, pulling the covers around her a little tighter. Behind her Cirrus groans, her arm around her waist tightening in a slightly possessive manner, like she’s scared Cumulus will leave her even in her sleep. But as Cumulus suspected, she stays asleep. Her ability to sleep through anything is one Cumulus has always envied.

Once she’s fully settled, she cradles Swiss’ head against her and rubs her thumb along the nape of his neck. A purr begins to vibrate through her chest matching Swiss’ very rumbly and breathy purr, broken up between his sucking. She thrills sleepily, happy and content sandwiched between two of her loves as she begins to fall asleep.

[xysidhequeen]

So I turned on notifications for you blog early on in the Red Knight series so Id know when you posted the next chapter. After not seeing notifications from your blog for months, it literally makes me smile every time I see a simple "xysidhequeen reblogged x" now. Im sorry that you have to deal with everything but Im glad to see every notification that we havent lost you.

Ajajsjaheha THIS IS SO SWEET? Thank you! Also hope you don't mind being bombarded with notifs.

Also how many of you thought I really died? 😭 I'm so sorry to scare you all like that.

Here's an apology snippet

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There was a voice that sounded suspiciously like Jazz, even complete with annoyed exasperation, groaning at him to just ask Danny out already, that he very firmly beat back to the bowels of his mind with a stick.

He could, maybe, to himself, in the middle of the night when he was going on forty hours with no sleep, just perhaps admit he most definitely had a crush on his best friend. But those late night, sleep deprived admissions were no where near strong enough to overcome the choking, cloying fear that strangled his lungs and shredded his heart at the very thought of admitting it aloud. Let alone to Danny.

Danny was his friend, his best friend, his king. Danny saved him, back when he was nothing more than an angry slip of a teen with a chip on his shoulder and fresh from his own grave.

Danny had given him a home, a family, a purpose. He had given him everything, he had made Jason who he was today. Someone he could be proud of.

How could he ever risk losing that? Losing Danny?

💚

We get so close then Jason just takes three huge steps back. Baby is so scared. We'll get there, eventually. I promise. But when I say slow burn I mean SLOW burn.

Also me while writing this chapter so far:

Me: TimTimTimTimTIM!!!!

Jason: What about four thousand words of straight introspection

Can you feel Jazz's influence on him? Because I can, and I hate it(affectionately). I want to get to Tim!!! But Jason just wanted to think! He has so many thoughts in that head of his. It's the overthinking thing all the Bats and Birds learned from Bruce.

[welcometotheunknownlosers]

ALRIGHT SO I FINISHED THE ARCHON QUEST SO ILL GIVE MY OPINIONS ON EVERYONE!!! Spoilers definitely

Lynette: girlboss. Literally peak girl design, keep it up

Lyney: i understand you sampo lovers now. Let me love him. Let me love him. Traveler we are literally holding onto childe’s vision right now and you tell lyney straight up i dont trust you because youre fatui. My guy, what did lyney being fatui have anything to do with the court case or anything. We willingly defended him in court. Anyway the magic scene was AMAZING honestly one of the best cutscenes

Freminet: needs more screen time. If traveler hates him because hes also technically fatui im going through the screen and strangling them

Neuvillette: wasnt understanding the hype. Honestly, massive w, hes like a dad. Also im crying at the fact that if he is the hydro dragon and the thingy is true then hes crying all the time :((

Furina: honestly mixed feelings but in the good way. I hate her (affectionate) however she is too sus to live. Anyway i feel her because i also put an act on all the time

Chlorinde: needs more screen time for me to determine if i like her. Honestly tho, solid tier

Navia: the world would be better off with her not existing i dont know why but she got on my nerves so many times. Girlie your dad died 3 years ago and i know it was traumatic but if i was lumine we would not pass the bechdel test

Silver: honestly ily fav npc in Fontaine

Oceanid Girlies: when i said slay i wasnt expecting literally. However, slay.

[bullet-prooflove]

Past Mistakes Part Eleven: Torture - Mike Duarte x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @nessamc @jayblackpanther @mysoulisasunflower @littleone65 @thesandbeneathmytoes @katluke25 @mydarkestsecretlol @evee87 @wooshwastaken @hearthockey @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @rosaliedepp @storiesofsvu @smellsliketeensspiryt @legit9thlunaticwarrior @xoxabs88xox @kiwiithecrazybird @spooky-pomegranate @chavez-ashley @telepathay @weiwei0210 @spaghettificationandpretzels @plaidbooks @irishavengersassemble

Past Mistakes Series:

Part One: Try - Mike turns back up in your life after three years apart.

Part Two: Hope (NSFW) - Mike and you get reaquainted.

Part Three: California - Mike and you discuss the past.

Part Four: Favours - Mike asks Liv for a favour.

Part Five: Choices - Mike comes face to face with someone from his past.

Part Six: Truth Hurts - Mike begs you to tell him the truth about what happened three years ago.

Part Seven: Sharing - Mike and Joe have a conversation.

Part Eight: Buried - Mike discovers that McGrath’s misdeeds go far futher than he thought.

Part Nine: Complicated - Mike discusses moving forward.

Part 10: Feral - Mike returns to the apartment to find you’ve disappeared.

It’s the sharp slap across the face that brings you back to consciousness. The sudden jolt of pain across your left cheek. You barely have a second to orientate yourself before strong fingers grasp your jaw, jerking your head up.

You find yourself staring into the eyes of a monster.

Ryan Rosseau, Leader of First Nationals.

The man that you’ve been targeting for the past three years.

“There you are.” He murmurs almost affectionately, his thumb skating over the line of your jaw as his blue eyes bore into yours. “Back with us again.”

You try to wrench yourself away but agony sears through your body. You try to draw in a breath, but your lungs are compressed. The joints in your shoulders feel like they’re on fire. Your wrists are bound to a cold pipe above your head with handcuffs, the metal digging into your skin, leaving the skin raw and bloody, your fingertips tingling. Your body is stretched taut, toes barely gracing the concrete. It’s a stress position, one that’s meant to constrict your breathing and it’s working.

Your brain stumbles over the past few hours, you trip over your thoughts and memories as you struggle for something to grab hold of. You remember opening the apartment door, Rosseau standing before you. You’d been filled with a sense of dread the moment you’d laid eyes on him because he was back a day early and the look in his eyes…

The last time you’d seen it was when he’d almost beat a man to death.

It’s fractured from there. He knows you didn’t exist before you started working at his bar.  He visited your ‘old chapter’ on his recruitment tour, nobody knows you, the member you were supposed to be married died married to the cause, no partner in sight.

You’d tried to talk your way out of it…

That was the first time he’d hit you. The two of you had struggled after that, it had gotten chaotic. You’d smashed a whiskey bottle against his head, and he’d slammed you into a doorframe. You’d gone for your gun, it was tucked in the side pocket of the holdall on your bed, the one you’d packed for when you left with Mike. You hadn’t made it.

“It doesn’t matter who you are.” Rosseau tells you, his palm slipping down to your throat. He squeezes just a little, his fingertips digging into the flesh and you’re breath catches. “After tonight there won’t be enough of you left to identify.”

The pressure on your throat increases, the air rushing out of your lungs as black spots dance across your vision. This is how it ends you think, being strangled by a white supremacist in the basement of some shit hole. You gasp as he relinquishes his grip, the oxygen flooding back into your lungs as he takes a step back.

It’s only then that you realise the two of you aren’t alone. There’s a third man leaning alongside the door watching the exchange, he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before he pushes off the wall and steps towards you.

“You paid for two hours with her. Do your worst.”” Rosseau says, tipping his head towards the rusted red toolbox that’s perched alongside of you. The other man stands before it, running his fingers over the edges, his thumb toying with the clasps. “We’ll clean up the mess after you’re done. It’s part of the service.”

Rosseau closes the door behind him, and you’re left at the mercy of the man who has just paid a white supremacist to torture you. He removes a set of bolt cutters from the toolbox, studying them intently before he tests them.

You already know what his intention is when he steps up in front of you. You inhale the spice of his aftershave when he leans in close, his clothes brushing over yours as he reaches up towards the cuffs, the bolt cutters in hand. You expect to feel the metal pinching at your fingers, you prepare yourself for it.

“This is probably going to hurt a little.” He says almost apologetically.

The pincers of the bolt cutter feel ice cold against the hollow of your wrist, it digs into bone before the metal grinds together as he exerts a little extra pressure on the tool. You hiss through your teeth as the cuff bends around your wrist, cutting into the skin.

“What are you…”

“I’m Captain Declan Murphy with the Hate Crimes Division and we’re getting you the fuck out of here.”

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[linipikk]

FINALLY

Roth is my best friend and i will strangle him

Evie would NOT fall for that tbh

love me a theatre kid that solves shit by blowing it up

also, I see Roth calling Jay the bravest man in London and winning him over, this guy is transparent.

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okay since i got my spoiler a while ago im going be judging this "in love" proclamation particularly hard.

because narratively they already did the "jacob starts working with a badie who is with the templars" before

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Roth calling Jacob "my dear" like Mrs. Disraeli 🧐

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Roth's really making Jay be his errand boy

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LMAO THE LONDON TRAFFIC

15 minutos en trancon de una cuadra KJGSJKDGWLK

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Roth talks so much like an assassin with all the freedom and" kill one to save many" ideal.. this is very sus

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a bit plain to make Roth kill children in the workshop but it was intense,

JAy to Roth: BUT THINK OF THE CHILDREN

Okay, Roth is really having a breakup because he thought Jacob would follow in his footsteps but Jay is a softie, that's charming.

....the bird........ the absolute ironic comedy of me calling Jacob Jaybird is a fucking riot. 10/10 picking up what AC team was putting down

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it is sad because everyone likes the idea of jacob but not the Jacob complete package. "I would like you if you would just--"Dang.

Evie has ONE job

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and then he says "This night is for you, Jacob."

gay people reinvent the Theatre des Vampires every now and then, what's up with that?

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10/10 how this guy pronounces "Dear", it spits venom (affectionate)

"Arsonist chaotic gay people" is such a brand

he is the one, he will face god and walk backward to hell.

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face of a man who just discovered he attracts weird chaotic people

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BUt tbh, ROth killing poeple FOR jacob like

the only thing something has been for Jayjay and it's literally the worst thing that has ever happened., and then Evie just going off on him, deserved yes, but she is really sick and tired of cleaning Jay messes.

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the AC Syndicate post i'm gonna be updating bc life be just like that sometimes

And to keep a record, since we are now playing AC Syndicate :3c

this is somehow reverse Evie and Rick O'Connell from The Mummy and I'm loving it

is..Bell x Jacob cursed? because I'm digging it ...

[greenlanterns-light]

Hi! Um. I was kind of talking to Miyuki-san about you and he got annoying joking about it like "why don't you write them a love letter" and stuff so I'm here to prove a point! Point being I love you I guess SO YEAH.

I know you worry a lot about bothering me or being too sensitive and I know I keep telling you that's not true, but I'll say it again! You're not too much of anything, or not enough or whatever because you're perfect to me!! Wouldn't have married you if you weren't :)

Umm what else... you know I read so much poetic stuff but when it comes to saying it myself it sounds kind of dumb. But I'll always be there for you no matter what! Even if that's a cliche thing to say and Nayuta would tell me to think of something better. It's true and I stand by it, also I think it's cute when you're clingy or you get flustered or just stare at me sometimes, and it's funny when you argue with Nayuta and you're really really precious to me!

Getting embarrassed and Ive reread this so many times by now so that's all, I love you!!! Wait you know it's me Reon right

[hinge]

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[3smo]

hey es! i forgot to say this earlier but congrats on 1k!! you deserve it, i've always loved your writing <33 and for the event, could i ask for sukuna (jujutsu kaisen) and prompt 2 with male reader?

(Cobgrats again im really uappy for you swkdhsk)

• "i hate you." "no you don't. you love me, don't you?" (#2)

part 2: i forgot to add this to the sukuna (2) ask but for details could it have impact play/slight bdsm (spanking ...) and just rough fucking (affectionate) in general, something like that... and reader is flirty and says harsh things during rough sex but genuinely loves sukuna and yeah im a sap. THANK YOU and sorry i sent this and the actual req in two seperate asks </3

warning: top male reader. light impact play. spanking. readers kinda mean. king of curses sukuna form? yes. bc that actually sounds like a challenge. human reader.

453 words.

1k event

sukuna grits his teeth in embarrassment, two arms gripping onto the arm rest of his throne, the other two wrapped around his abdomen to steady himself. "i fucking hate you!"

your special glasses tip over, your heart pangs at his words. "you hurt me 'kuna..."

sukuna shakes his head, growling out profanities until you bring your hand down to smack his ass. tears pop up in the corner of his eyes, a strangled moan comes from him. "i hate you."

you shake your head. what a petty curse. "no you don't. you love me..."

sukuna's cock twitches, he shuts his eyes. he hears a little hurt tone from your voice that makes him feel guilty. "don't you?"

you force him to sit up on his knees, his kimono drapes off his shoulders, his back pressing to your chest. your hand on his jaw, gripping it.

"tell me you love me, sukuna." you thrust into him, grunting into his ear. his muscles tense up, subconsciously tightening around you. "say it."

stupid human. the king of curses thinks, eyes rolling into his head when you spank him again. it caused him to clench his body and rock against you without meaning to. stupid human with his big, fat cock.

"you won't get to come if you don't." you whisper in his ear, fingers moving to grope his chest, nimble fingers rolling teasingly against his nipples.

sukuna holds in his noises as you pull him off of you to turn him around to face you, quickly sinking him down your cock, already missing his touch as you lean back onto his throne.

said throne was covered in his own semen, he lost count how many times he came, only left with the burning sensation inside him when you continue going. as if you couldn't get enough of him.

he would say you're an adorable human if it wasn't for your insatiable thirst for sex, using him for your own pleasure.

what he hates more than that is the fact that he likes it, and those taunting words that come from your stupid mouth. telling him that he likes it, he likes being treated like shit by a mere human.

you lightly wrap your hand around his throat, "say it, my love..."

sukuna stares down at with teary eyes, he saw the way your eyes sparkle as you wait for his next words. he hated how much of an idiot you are the most, falling for the king of curses as if it was no big deal.

as if he wasn't twice your size, stronger and evil.

"i love you..." he whispers, you smile widely at him as you make him repeat himself. "i love you (name)."

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[actualbird]

Hey Zak!

I just read your analysis on marius and emotional distancing and I agree! I think on top of that, he's also the type to bottle it up, if that's the right term for it.

There's one Marius scene that really stuck with me, above all the romantic stuff. (i don't remember which story it's from, i just remember what he did). Marius was talking about something traumatizing, then in the blink of an eye, he was smirking at us, all smug and asking us if we really fell for it.

Once I noticed that, I start noticing it in all Marius angst stories. Every time he talks about something traumatizing, he typically changes the topic in the middle. Which is to be expected when it's something that traumatizes him, but the thing is, the trauma gets mentioned, and we see him being vulnerable. Then, it's like a switch flicks in his head. Like "Oh wait, I'm talking to jiejie", and he immediately clams up and starts teasing us, going back to the flirty brat we met at the start.

I can't think of a single time when he mentions something traumatizing, and we actually get him being completely vulnerable as he tells us about it all, not just part of it before he swaps to flirty and confident mode.

I was kidding when I told some of my friends that "marius is the type to be having an emotional breakdown and saying 'i'm fine, it's fine, why do you think i need help'", but now I think it could actually happen.

irt analysis on marius and emotional distancing

hi roshie-writes!! first off, im v sorry im getting to this ask very late OTL but im happy to hear u agree with that analysis :D

additionally, this ask is rlly interesting cuz yEPPPPPP, I AGREE ON ALL THIS TOO

that whole thing of Drops Vulnerability And Then Shifts To Playful Aloofness is SO VERY common in marius stories, and i personally first clocked it in the Lost Gold event. in like, the very first scene of his LG route, marius tells mc that she must think him naive for wanting to trust bryce and in general just confesses some insecurities hes got. and then the moment mc shows him sincerity, concern, and worry, he immediately shifts and is like "AWWWW UR WORRIED ABOUT ME >:3c" which makes me (and mc) wanna affectionately strangle him.

another more recent instance of this tendency happens in his blossom chapter personal story 4, right when he actually tells the full story of the Basement Incident. and then not like 5 lines after that, he gets flirty, glosses OVER ALL OF THAT WORRYING INFORMATION, and then says "Yeah, that's my good girl" to mc with a smirk on his face.

this personal story 4 instance stands out to me for three reasons:

1) simply cuz the Basement Incident full story lives in my mind rent free and

2) the "Yeah, that's my good girl" is notorious cuz i regularly see screencaps of that line do rounds on twt with ppl simping over it, me included, cuz my god marius KNOWS how to be flirty, like, lemme just drop the screencap cuz Im Not Immune To Marius von Hagen

and 3) the fact that this above screencap regularly makes rounds w ppl going crazy over how hes a flirty bastard (affectionate) really makes me go nuts cuz.....aGAIN. HE DID THIS LIKE 2 SECONDS AFTER CONFESSING HE NEARLY DIED AS A CHILD. LIKE...to an extent, his deflection here worked even outside of the realm of the in-game story itself, it's working on the players too cuz we're busy going MARIUS! VON! HAGEN! over the flirting that, again, attention is taken away from the thing he doesnt want anybody to pay attention to

HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS........

i talk a little bit abt this bait-n-switch tendency of his in an old analysis i wrote, marius von hagen, facade vs. sincerity, harsh truths vs. persisting hope, and my thought abt this tendency hasnt changed from the insight i gathered back then, which went:

marius casually has the tendency to “act” a certain way to get things like praise and reassurance, which could arguably interpreted as him using facades (which in this situation i think is actually him just saying theyre facades, theyre actually sincere, but he hides that, says it’s just an act) to acquire the deep seated sincerity he wishes. here, facade is a medium by which to acquire sincerity from others. 

this is partly because of what you say which i agree with. he still wants people to care about him (because thats an innately human desire we All want) but at some point, he realizes hes talking to mc and hes gotta dial it back. and why does he dial it back? because he doesnt want her to worry. she matters to him, and he doesnt want her to be upset over him, so shifting the conversation into something playful can effectively stop worry in its tracks or, at the very least, delay it.

but i also think this is because revealing these gutpunch things like trauma or insecurities is, at the end of the day, a vulnerability

and marius is in a position where he cannot be vulnerable. vulnerability can put him (and maybe even people who matter to him too) in danger.

as much as his deflection, disconnection, and repression is a method for him to deal with his own things himself, these methods are also a way for him to protect against others. he needs to act like these vulnerabilities dont matter to him at all, because then theyre less likely to become weakpoints for an enemy to exploit.

and marius is also in a position where hes got a Lot of enemies. so many people would quite like it if they had something to hold over the head of Pax, mr interim-CEO himself

it's at times like these i really appreciate that marius' nxx codename is King, because it is sosososoososoo fitting for him, specifically due to the chess definition of the term.

the king is simultaneously the most important piece (which garners many enemies and ensures everybody wants to be able to put the king in check or checkmate), AND arguably the weakest piece too (full of vulnerabilities and weakpoints that need to be Constantly guarded against). the king is literally a piece thats meant to be hunted and protected, because thats the entire point of the game, and thats a lot of what marius has to deal with too. marius, to me, feels like hes constantly playing 4D chess in an effort to protect himself and make it look like hes protecting no weakpoints at all, weakpoints Dont Exist, if u saw them, no u didnt, because he needs to appear invincible

all eyes are always on him, for better or for worse. and when everybody is watching, allies and enemies alike, it seems way smarter to just hide and minimize vulnerability completely than to risk getting stabbed in the back for it.

[ssreeder]

i dont feel like discording right now so your getting this here instead.

what the fuck was that

i mean it was amazing in the sense that your an incredible writer and you captured all the traumatic shit perfectly and whatnot but still whatthefuck

you are just trying to completely trying to isolate sokka arent you?

Like its zukos turn to get some type of emotional support (even if it is by iroh 🙄😒) but atleast its there. But Sokka is just pushing everyone away.

i mean i dont blame him for lying, i probably would to in this situation.

and i dont think either of them are in the wrong this chapter, like i think they both have every right to be as angry as they were in this chapter (esp sokka bc katara is acting a tad bit shady)

surprisingly i dont want to strangle iroh this chapter. so that was a weird expierience (actually semi enjoying reading him)

Its like your trying to murder us all but like,, in a very artistic and lovely way.

because liab is horrific (affectionate) and stuff but its also really good and i love it.

i think you should let sokka go batshit and actually attack someone (preferebly iroh) but just my thoughts .

i still dont forgive you for the whole shen situation. i think about that atleast once a day. ive never had a fanfiction haunt me and i didnt even like shen that much but did you care? No you ripped my heart out. (idk what im saying here)

on a different note

you always do such a good job at capturing trauma and the effects of it. also the longevity of it. like as much as i hate reading sokkas slow descent into madness its also very nice and i love it. and as much as i hate seeing zuko tortured over and over and over and over again (leave him alone jfc) its war and its accurate for a prince that got turned over into the wrong hands (of course, who at this point is the right hands for him at this point since sokkas a litttle bit insane and ozais obiously a douche bad and irohs a twit). (i feel like your really trying to push the whole 'iroh is the best thing for zuko rn' thing and while i very reluctently agree, i still dont like iroh. he'll never get my approval).

I got off track.

anywho

even though its taking so long for both of them to actually be maybe sane, i think the little bit (we might) get by end of liab will be worth it because its taking so long??? idk.

i want to say i trust you with that but i dont

is it going to be perfectly executed? Yes. Definitely.

is it going to be happy? Who knows.

i think thats all for now

if your having trouble following my train of thought so am i but its your fault so.

the last portion was intended to be nice idk if it came across that way.

I’m not trying to isolate Sokka! He is doing a damn good job of that without any effort from me.

Katara & Sokka we’re just doing what siblings do, fight. But one is exhausted and emotionally drained and the other is in fight mode and ready to cut anyone down (even if it’s accidentally his little sister)

Shens death was sad, but he was laid to rest soooooo…. Positive moments??

Awwww thanks for the compliment - I’m glad you enjoy the way I capture the longevity of trauma because it’s not going away but time & support will help them heal slowly. Although after what they experienced they will never be “back to normal”

There will be a happy ending for those of the characters that survive, but there will always be lasting trauma. It doesn’t just ‘go away’ unfortunately.

Your ask was really sweet I’m surprised!! I feel warm & fuzzy MAXXXX!!!! you’re amazing. & I’ll make sure to stuff liab full of iroh content JUST. FOR.YOU. <3 (& Zuko cause he needs his uncle right now)

[wri0thesley]

some thoughts (tm) about some of ur recent posts

tighnari fox brain when u cry so true . bonus points if he licks the tears off ur face and coos at you about it

ive been sayin albedo is a closet freak bc... idk that man just gives me Vibes yknow ?? he would be so polite about it but so mean . bitchass (affectionate)

THE WAY I CANT STOP LAUGHING ABOUT THE "cyno explaining jokes gets reduced access to holes" thing im HOWLING . tighnari is so fucking sick of that guy. like imagine you all just fucked and you're basking in the afterglow and cyno tries to crack a joke . then tighnari fucking strangles him

i cant believe youre doing this to thoma again

i just think the concept of tighnari finding squeals and whimpers and soft little cries sexy because a part of his biology equates them to the noises that a prey animal makes is . . . so, so very good. i love him.

i will NEVER let go of closet sadist albedo agenda; it is extremely hot to me fdgbknjjkngf.

re: cyno's jokes, i unfortunately am also an avid over-explainer of my own jokes. it is NOT sexy. but i imagine tighnari would find it DEEPLY frustrating, especially after he was nice enough to share his s/o with cyno. solution: sit on cyno's face.

and ofc, the thoma thing . . . look. i can't help it. he's just eminently torturable. he's such a GOOD, NICE, LOVELY man who deserves all of the nice things in the whole world, and making his skeevy boss get what thoma wants right in front of him just pushes my buttons

[tasteleeknow]

Channie is doing his best to break his neck like minho.

minho calling him old for saying this is hard to do and him being only ONE YEAR YOUNGER im going to strangle him (affectionate)