#something is deeply deeply wrong with him and I am fucking obsessed

[juergenklopp]

ATTA–BOY, HARPER!

BRYCE HARPER hits a three-run home run in the third inning and a solo home run in the fifth inning to bring the Philadelphia Phillies to win Game 3 of the National League Division Series vs Atlanta Braves 10–2, staring down Orlando Arcia as he rounds the bases following Arcia's remarks after the Phillies lost Game 2 of the series (October 11, 2023)

+ bonus: celebrations after clinching the series

[shybluebirdninja]

Naughty Secrets

Summary: Logan's quiet crush on you turns into an unexpected obsession when he finds your used underwear in your room.

Pairing           : Logan Howlett x Fem!Human-reader

Note               : masturbation, erotic obsession

Logan leaned against the kitchen counter, casually sipping his beer, while you gathered your things to head out for the evening. The soft sound of your laughter echoed around the apartment, filling him with warmth. You turned to him, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up, okay?” you said, flashing a bright smile. Logan felt his heart race, a flicker of something deep within him igniting.

“Sure, no problem. Just don’t get into too much trouble,” he teased, trying to keep it light, even though his mind was swirling with thoughts he couldn’t quite voice. You rolled your eyes playfully, waving goodbye as you headed out the door.

Once the door clicked shut behind you, a heavy silence filled the apartment, and Logan felt the familiar pang of longing wash over him. With you gone, a potent mix of curiosity and desire consumed him. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the magnetic pull of your room. After a moment, he made his way to your door, heart racing as he pushed it open.

The room was like a shrine to you—the faint scent of your favorite perfume still lingered in the air, mingling with something more intoxicating. As Logan's eyes roamed your space, he stumbled upon a pair of your used panties tossed aside carelessly on the bed. They beckoned to him, their fabric wrinkled and stained, a testament to your absence and a thrill he couldn’t resist.

“God, what am I doing?” he muttered to himself, his breath hitching as he picked them up, the softness sending shivers down his spine. Bringing them closer, he inhaled deeply, the scent igniting a primal hunger within him. This is so wrong, but I can’t stop.

Thoughts of you flooded his mind—how carefree you were, how you laughed, the way your hair danced around your shoulders. But now, you were just a fantasy he couldn’t shake. “You don’t know how much I want you,” he whispered, gripping the fabric tighter as he sank onto the edge of your bed.

As he held the delicate material to his face, he savored the intoxicating aroma. His fingers brushed over the fabric, imagining your skin beneath it, picturing the way you moved, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t watching.

He growled lowly, “What would you do if you knew? Would you laugh? Would you push me away?” But he was lost in the thrill, losing himself in the fantasies swirling in his mind. “Maybe you’d want this too. Maybe you’d beg for it.”

Logan couldn't hold back any longer. He slid a hand down his body, stroking himself slowly, feeling the heat build as he lost himself in the moment. “Just one taste,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the fabric. He licked the material, tasting remnants of you, groaning at the deliciously filthy act.

With every kiss, every lick, he imagined you right there with him. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you moan my name, to feel you beneath me, begging for more.”

His breath quickened, and his grip tightened around himself, pleasure building as he continued to worship the very essence of you. “Just imagine the things I could do to you,” he fantasized, heart racing, pulse pounding. “I’d make you feel so good, you wouldn’t know what hit you.”

The thought of your body writhing under his touch, your soft moans filling the air, sent him spiraling deeper into lust. He envisioned pressing you against the wall, feeling your warmth against him as he whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. “I’d show you exactly what you do to me, how much I crave you.”

Logan surrendered to the dark cravings that had been brewing for far too long, lost in a haze of desire and desperation. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, gripping your panties tighter, breathing in your scent, feeling himself teeter on the edge of madness. “You’re my secret obsession, and I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

The line between right and wrong blurred as he surrendered to the hunger inside him, knowing he’d do anything to have you, to make you his.

[rainrot4me]

Hi Rain! Hopefully you're having a good day/night/evening!

This might be an odd request, so you dont have to do it if you arent comfortable. How do you think the creeps would react to their partner being pregnant?

I’m ovulating can you tell.

── .✦

✦ . jeff the killer

Pure panic. “What the actual fuck.” He short-circuits.

Eventually accepts it, but in his own Jeff way—reckless, overly protective, and violently possessive.

“You’re really… pregnant? With my kid? Holy shit. I gotta kill someone. For celebration. I dunno.”

He’s not emotionally mature enough to process the idea right away. You’d catch him at 2am muttering, “Is it gonna look like me? Shit. Poor kid.”

But when you’re throwing up or aching, he’s right there. Awkwardly holding your hair back or punching holes in the wall because you winced in pain. Will threaten the entire world if it even breathes wrong near you. Has a meltdown when he feels the baby kick.

✦ . ticci toby

Frozen. Total deer-in-headlights.

Eventually softly spirals, but warms to the idea once he sees how real it is.

He didn’t think a future was possible for someone like him—let alone a child. He gets super protective and starts over-preparing, overthinking.

“What if I mess it up? What if it hat-hates me? What if it turns out like me?”

It takes him time, but when he finally lays his head against your belly and hears the heartbeat, something clicks. And you’ll never feel safer. Toby will break the world in half for that baby.

✦ . eyeless jack

Calm, serious, maybe a little stunned. “…Are you sure?”

Eventually accepts it quickly, but with a heavy emotional weight.

He’s already deeply practiced and observant, so his first concern is your health. But emotionally, he starts to fall apart when he realizes what this means—a living piece of you. He’s deeply introspective about it.

“Do I even deserve to have this kind of happiness?”

He’ll stitch you up if needed, make teas for nausea, rub your back at night. He never misses an appointment. Quietly reads parenting books when you’re asleep. And if you ever cry and tell him you’re scared? He cradles your face and murmurs, “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Denial, then pure dread.

Cold silence at the beginning, then explosive protectiveness.

He’s terrified. Not of you—of himself. Of what the Operator might do. Of what this might cost. You’d say the word “pregnant” and he’d just stare through you before storming out for hours.

“You really think this is a good idea? With what I am?”

But once he calms down, it flips. He becomes obsessive about keeping you safe. Locks every door. Watches you sleep. Has his hand on your stomach more than you do. And if anyone suggests you shouldn’t have the baby? He doesn’t speak. He acts.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Stiff silence. He just nods. Doesn’t look at you.

Eventually turns into a ghost for a few days—but comes back with baby clothes and vitamins.

He’s the most emotionally distant, but deeply affected. He can’t say much, but you’ll see it: the way his hand shakes when he touches your belly. How he takes on more dangerous missions to keep attention off you. He builds a crib in secret.

“You’re not alone. I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

And he means it. The violence in him becomes a blade turned outward—never toward you.

✦ . kate the chaser

Visibly shocked—but stands tall. “We’re doing this.”

Eventually develops dead-serious devotion.

Kate doesn’t pretend she knows what she’s doing. She’s scared—but she shows up. She becomes the hand at your back, the one tracking your health, guarding you like a wolf.

“I don’t care what happens. You’re not going through this alone.”

She’ll read up on birth plans, argue with Jack over nutrition, and absolutely body slam anyone who stresses you out. But when you’re lying in bed with her hand curled around your bump? She’s just Kate. Yours. Soft and solid.

✦ . ben drowned

“HUH? You mean like… a baby baby?”

Eventually crashes the Nintendo eShop looking for baby clothes in Mario print.

He’s immature, yes, but he’s also weirdly sentimental. Once he realizes what’s happening, he becomes insanely excited. Makes stupid jokes like, “Should we name it Link if it’s a boy?” but also stares at your ultrasound photo with a haunted kind of wonder.

“I didn’t think I got to live. But now there’s… another life. Because of us.”

He gets emotional in the quiet moments. When he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper to your belly, talking just between him and his unborn kid.

✦ . clockwork

Freezes. Immediately scans your face to see how you feel.

Eventually goes full-blown Mama Bear mode.

She’s shocked, but underneath it, proud. She becomes fierce and nurturing overnight. She’ll slit throats if anyone even breathes wrong around you. She does everything with you—buys gear, goes to checkups, even finds you the softest robe she can.

“I know what it’s like to grow up in hell. This one’s gonna know love.”

Her hand’s on your bump constantly. Protective. Reverent. She talks to the baby when you’re asleep. Kisses your stomach with quiet promise.

✦ . laughing jack

Long, eerie silence. Then a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Eventually hyperfixates on the idea. Alternates between doting and dangerously unstable.

He’ll laugh and joke about it—paint a nursery, sing lullabies in his weird carnival voice—but he’s not well. The idea of love and creation makes something break inside him. Children are always a sensitive subject around Jack.

“A baby, huh? Our very own little giggler… ohhh, sweetheart. What if they hate me like everyone else?”

He’s fragile. You’ll have to anchor him. But if you do? He’ll be there. Grinning like a maniac and carrying you around like royalty.

✦ . slenderman

Completely unreadable. Just… still.

Eventually shows deep solemn acceptance, and absolute control over the situation.

He won’t say anything for a long time. But the air changes. The wards around the Mansion are reinforced. Your body is protected by something ancient and unknowable. He touches your belly only once—but you feel the gravity of it.

“A continuation… of your light.”

He isn’t emotional in the human sense, but he moves with purpose. You will not suffer. You will not fear. You and the child will be safe—forever.

꩜ .ᐟ

[quandledlngle69]

─ ' I love you like a rotten dog. '

⸻ 糸師凛 ITOSHI RIN.

⋆˙⟡ synopsis; you realise as rin's babysitter you should have raised your concerns with his disturbing behaviour earlier, maybe then his parents would still be alive.

⋆˙⟡ tw; heavy dead dove do not eat, detailed gore, murder, blood, body horror, obsession, disturbing behaviour, implied bulling, reader ignoring all of younger rins red flag, reader is implied fem, brief mention of sae twice. || ⋆˙⟡ w.c; 0.9K.

"rinnie, i thought i told you not to watch this...stuff."

you had slowed your tracks in front of the tv, the remote you had grabbed seconds prior limp in your hand. you had taken in what was on the screen for a moment, the brutal, natural act of a cheetah lethally biting into a writhing deer's neck. you shook your head and snapped out of it, the gruesome act reminded you that a five year old shouldn't be watching with such interest.

you should've known something was wrong with him.

you should've known when he would purposely break his toys, not really caring about the light scolding you gave him, softly beckoning him to take better care of his toys.

as his babysitter, you should've told his parents the disturbing red flags you ignored.

"am i weird?" he had asked you blankly once with big, round eyes. he had been dozing off on your lap a few minutes ago, drooling on your shirt, the movie on the big screen long forgotten. he remembered you sitting up straighter on the couch, a frown taking over your features as he continued. "my classmates...they call me a freak."

"you're not a freak, or weird." you had established right off the bat, gently did you take his small, chubby face in your hands. "people say that when they don't understand something. they just–" you had paused, and he had pondered if you had a moment of wondering, like what he was doing at school to have the kids call him that. “–they just don't understand you. and that's okay."

he hummed, before occupying himself with your hair.

the one true memory that stuck with him was when he was deeply engrossed in a cartoon, the villain just being defeated by the hero, exploding to death. "i want to fight someone amazing...destroy them...and then die." the pace of your folding laundry paused as if on hold, the kind of a momentary pause that allowed you to fully digest his words. you had blinked, staring at the back of his head. He didn’t know whether you were more queasy at his words, or the pure infatuation on his face.

you saw his big brother's seemingly shocked face at rin's words too, and you were quick to discard dealing with the laundry, scooping him up on the fat of your hip, hesitantly announcing it was bedtime. even though he knew it wasn't for the next two hours.

you'd always tried to understand him, didn't you?

their very faces were fear set in stone, eyes rolled to the back of their skulls, blood pouring out from every hole possible. there was blood, so much fucking blood the metallic smell made nausea ache violently in your stomach. you could name every one of mrs. itoshi's organs, all spilled on the couch like smoothie pulps. the deep stab wound on her neck was still pulsing with a heart beat, gushing out a few pathetic lumps of crimson that had nowhere else to go.

next to her, was mr. itoshi. his body was upright, but you couldn't claim the same for his head. you could tell, his neck had been ruthlessly stabbed so many times that there was no tendon to hang onto, no flesh left for the head to stay connected to the neck. the only thing that left them both attached was a flimsy spinal cord, already jutted out and curved so low his cheek was brushing against his chest.

your brain couldn't physically comprehend the scene, so you just scream, as if you're experiencing a cluster headache episode.

rin hadn't flinched. he hadn't dropped the kitchen knife, either.

the look in his eye was nothing short of animalistic. his eyes are wide and feral, piercing through you as if you're less of a human. He’s covered in fluids that should only remain inside a body unseen, your vision getting so hazy his face blurs. you can’t breathe, like all the remaining oxygen was sucked out of the room. predicting on instinct you're gonna bolt, he takes one long stride closer to you, that action being all it takes for you to freeze like a prey animal.

you were the closest one who understood him. even if you turned a blind eye, you never looked at him differently because of the way he is was. he misses your nickname for him on your tongue.

the small, sane voice in the back of his head wanted to apologise for you witnessing this; for expecting a catch–up dinner, still coming around even after you stopped babysitting them so many years ago. he wants to tell you how much you consume his thoughts to the point he can't function properly without you. that he loves you, that once being platonic, morphing romantically when he grew into a young man. don't leave him. he still loves you. he knows what he did was bad, but don't you know about the pressure they were putting on him? they didn't unconditionally love him like you did.

he can't hold back, so he tells you all of it. every dark thought until the weight leaves his chest and the stillness of silence in the room could be its own sound.

He’s aware sae’s still on the phone, the one that had limply dropped from your hand when you first walked in, still upright on the polished wooden floor.

he can hear sae speeding faster, his distressed yelling at you to get out, quietly muffled by it being on non–speaker.

he just hopes sae doesn't get here before he can take you for himself.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

[cloverandstuff]

To be Hero X is...so much better than I ever could have imagined.

When I initially saw clips of the show on youtube, I loved the animation style, but I was scared that the plot or even concept might be executed in a poor manner.

I was scared that I might find Lin Ling boring, and predictable. And when I saw Moon, I was even more scared of what they planned to do with her, since the clips made it seem like she would just be the tsundere stereotype.

But I was so wrong and I am so happy about that.

The concept of the whole show is so beautiful and they execute it remarkably well in the first and second episode. The artstyle only helps, with the combination of 2D and 3D helping to setup emotional beats. I managed to grasp the power system easily, but it still has the ability to remain complex (cause whenever something is based mainly on realistic emotions, it's bound to get complex)

They establish the world setting and plot setup in a very entertaining way in the first episode. The suicide is fucking hilarious, with the tone shift that it does. But it's not funny to Lin Ling, and when he has to tell anyone, he genuinely seems distraught or upset over it.

Speaking of him, Lin Ling has my sense of humour. He is shy but also just unapologetically himself. He hesitates but it's not annoying or unreasonable. He's bold when he needs to be and it doesn't feel wildly out of character.

Episode 2, however, was my favourite out of the two. Mainly cause it adds so much more flavour to the characters.

Lin Ling is a genuinely kind person who isn't just doing shit for Moon to get her to like him back. He really just wanted to make her happy, and makes the choices to achieve that, even if it isn't necessarily what he wanted.

Moon, while still having the essence of tsundere in her, proves to be kore than that. We don't know the way her relationship worked with Nice, but she hated being chained. She didn't want fame nor money. She wanted the freedom to travel. She is aggressive but she isn't cruel to Lin Ling. She acts childish and playful, and doesn't stop herself from having fun.

And her arc in that single episode? She wanted to stop being an accessory to Nice, and just be her own person. When she gets to have that, she chooses it over Lin Ling, because she know what she didn't want. She made the choice she knew would make her happiest, and Lin Ling respectdd that, even if he was upset.

(I ship them. I actually ship them so much. They deserve each other.)

Original Nice was given the justice he derseved, with it not being a case of "old hero was actually an asshole and the new guy is much better". He is complex and flawed, with many complex emotions.

I don't have OCD, but based on my undertsanding, OG Nice seemed to be a good representation of that. Suddenly having obsessive thoughts with perfection, to the point that it affects your personal life and relationships, makes sense for him. He hadn't had these thoughts before and when his powers declared he would, it affected him deeply.

His persona was not wholly fake, because he genuinely wanted to be a hero. He was mainly a performer before (with the few clips we see of his life before), and that translated into his persona.

Then we have Wreck. My god, Wreck is just so unique in the series. When he appears first, you are intentionally made to believe that he's jealous of nice and wants Moon. In fact, most of the times he shows this anger is mainly in the romantic 'scenes' between Nice and Moon.

When the wedding happens, he aims straight for Nice. Because he wants answers. He wants to kniw why none of his texts got responses. When he gets punched, he immediately knows that Nice isn't his Nice.

His character revolves mainly around a false narrative you are fed, before he outright breaks every piece. He cherishes Nice, and mourns him when he finds out about the suicide. His dreams, which began with him, seem near impossible to continue now that he's gone.

I don't know how his story will be continues, but I hope he shows up. He is a genuinely good character that I would love to see elaborated more. Especially since he is the only one left who seems to truly know Nice.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if so can you write a bottom male reader x himbo Jordan Riki where they’re fucking at home after the game and Jordan is horny as fuck and wants to celebrate the win?

thank you so much :)

THIS EATS SO HARD! omds i love this. and of course, imma try my best to write. ENJOY!

update: my apologies to whoever sent me this request, life’s just been lifin’ - STREAM SUBMISSIVE BY DESTIN CONRAD!

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trophy

jordan riki x male reader

summary: for jord’ you’re the only prize worth playing for.

notes: AHHH! my first request. lowkey kinda exciting, but i went way off on a tangent. nonetheless…still spicy xx

song rec: ‘lite’ by downtown kayoto

a few minutes passed as you admiringly watched him pop champagne for the celebratory pictures. ‘Y/N!’ a young woman screamed. you turned back to see it was sienna, who was going out, with jordan’s best friend, jock. ‘omds! i ain’t seen you in forever, how’ve you been?’ hugging her, you match the excitable energy her smile expressed. it was so nice having someone who understood the pressure of being with a sportsman and how demanding it was. the championship was being held in scotland and thus, the NRL had paid for the entire team to stay in the most beautiful hotel. on the walk back, you and sienna spoke about your plans for the future, mostly on the topic of marriage. ‘i hear congratulations are in order, i am so happy for you and jock!’ you smile at her ‘took him long enough,’ sienna joked as she flashed the engagement ring. ‘i cannot wait, plus as my man of honour, we need to start prepping real soon.’ she says going into bridezilla mode already. ‘trust it’s gonna be the best day ever.’ you sigh stopping in your tracks, ‘what’s wrong, Y/N?’ sienna expresses concern. ‘I’ve just been thinking a lot about how my relationship with jordan,’ you start to tear. ‘sometimes i feel like he will only ever see me as his teenage crush, and not something more.’ you finally admitted and it was like a weight off of your chest. ‘Y/N, i completely understand, but jordan is obsessed with you, he’s always telling me and jock about how he’s just waiting for the right time to pop the question.’ her words were so comforting, and left you with a calming sentiment.

you made your way up to the hotel room, and as you opened the door, you were greeted with roses on the floor. you looked up to see the chiselled figure of your man lying naked on the bed and shimmering in the moonlight. ‘jordan, what is all this?’ you asked, stunned by his grand gesture. ‘i couldn’t celebrate knowing that i left my boy on his own’ he got up and began to undress you. towering above you, he lifted your chin to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. you’d never seen him like this before, dominant with his touch and so submissive with his heart. you pulled off your baggy jeans with one swift move, as you knelt down wearing a vest and boxers.

‘such an eager slut aren’t you,’ he spits into your mouth as you look up at him with bright eyes. ‘careful now,’ you whispered, teasing the underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue ‘i don’t have to suck you off.’ to which jordan snickered at your attempt to manipulate. without warning he shoved his dick inside your mouth. ‘ahhh,’ he breathed ‘much better.’ your lips felt so warm around him and he always appreciated how you were always there to use as his own. he began thrusting deeply, as the percussion of his balls slapping your chin made a beautiful symphony of pleasure alongside your gagging and slobbering on his rod. ‘fuck you look so pretty.’ He groaned ‘I could marry you rn.’ a request he subconsciously muttered under his breath. this sentiment was not lost on you and you stopped to deepthroat him fully, suctioning at the this base of his large dick. ‘SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.’ he grunted, holding your curls in adoration. jordan pulled you off him as you giggled with pride watching how he was entranced by the slick you painted on his pole.

you rise onto your feet, staring up into his eyes. wrapping your arms around his broad neck as he placed light spanks on your ass, kneading your dough with his big, coarse hands. jordan invaded your mouth, using his tongue to fast himself on your lips. his fingers spread your thick cheeks apart as he circled around your taint. ‘jump baby.’ he said deeply as his passion overcame him. you obliged as he placed you lovingly on your back, the bed of rose petals adorned your skin, making this erotic painting all the more romantic. your bf climbed onto you and raised your legs above your head. like a jigsaw, you molded them to fit onto his shoulders, with jordan’s piece knocking at your entrance. your pussy lips puckered at the prospect of getting wrecked, making it easy for him to slip in. ‘jord…’ you moan at how full you felt, signalling to him that he needed to go slowly. ‘easy baby, let me know if it’s too much.’ he reassures, adjusting himself inside you slipping in the last couple of inches. ‘I’m all in now love, I’m gonna go faster okay?’ He kisses your neck as you stroke his biceps.

he bowed his head into the crook of your neck, rutting into you viciously as you cradled his head. ‘fuck babe, fuuuck.’ you both scream ‘marry me…’ he mutters again, you clearly heard it this time. he continues pounding your pussy as his breathing gets deeper. ‘marry me already…’ slipped out as he moaned in ecstasy. ‘fuck yes, I’ll marry you babe,’ you matched his energy as he stopped in his tracks. he stared at you like a lost puppy. ‘shitttt, it wasn’t meant to be like this, i had a whole thing planned afterwards, we were gonna go on a walk, i was gonna go down on one knee and-‘ you cut your man off with a kiss that reminded you of the early days of your relationship. ‘I love you jordan, it doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, but i will never stop loving you.’ he started tearing up. ‘Y/N how am i the one crying when it’s you that ain’t gonna be walking for the next week?’ he joked to lighten up the mood. ‘aw babe,’ you whined, kissing him once more ‘if it makes you feel better, i can erase what you said from my memory?’ he smiled into yet another tongue dance ‘nah, don’t even worry about it sweetheart, imma fuck u so dumb you don’t even be able to remember your name.’ he threatened, pressing on your abdomen to feel how deep he was inside of you. his dick twitched as your slick hole was doing so well cockwarming him.

by the end of the night, he had dumped his load into 4 times, and while you laid on his chest, he couldn’t stop thinking about his win. not just the game or player of the season, but how he had won your heart. so while you were asleep , somehow so tired to the point you’d completely forgotten his proposal, he looked up at the ceiling and dreamt about your wedding.

@gayaristocrat dacre is up next ml <3 what typa scenario are we thinking?

[callmemonster68]

so wrong and so right | s.jy - jake

Where Jake and Y/N live in an intense and provocative forbidden passion, where desire, pain, and surrender collide. So wrong to be together, but so right to fuck.

paring: jake x fem!reader 18+ | masterlist

wc: 1,760

warnings: nsfw content, pain and pleasure, , obsession, submission, toxic relationship, smoking, emotional manipulation, crying

In an apartment in Seoul, the night advances, neon lights flickering through the blinds. Y/N, with heart-shaped glasses perched on her nose, smokes absentmindedly while soft music plays in the background. A knock at the door announces Jake. He steps inside, bringing with him the scent of gasoline and danger.

Y/N: (removing her glasses and looking at him with a wry smile) Took you long enough.

Jake: (leaning against the door and locking it) Always part of the game, isn’t it?

Y/N: (raising an eyebrow) What game? The one where you lie and I pretend to believe you?

Jake: (slowly approaching, his eyes burning into hers) That’s the one.

He takes the cigarette from her fingers, inhales deeply, and extinguishes it in the ashtray with a deliberate motion. She watches him, the tension between them rising.

Y/N: (whispering) You’re no good for me, Jake.

Jake: (with a crooked smile) Never said I was.

Y/N: (standing and walking to the window) But damn… I want you.

Jake: (following her, his voice low and rough) Because you like the risk. The fire. I make you feel alive, Y/N.

Y/N: (turning to face him, her voice heavy with anguish) But at what cost? Every time we’re together, I feel like I’m destroying myself…

Jake: (placing a hand on the wall beside her, leaning closer) And yet, you can’t say no to me.

A heavy silence fills the space. Y/N tries to look away, but he holds her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Jake: (whispering) Let’s stop pretending. We both know this… is an addiction.

Y/N: (tears threatening to fall) You destroy me, Jake.

Jake: (gently touching her cheek) And yet, you save me.

They kiss urgently, like two storms colliding. The passion is overwhelming, but behind it lies an abyss of pain and fear. When they pull apart, S/N steps back, breathing deeply.

Y/N: (lowering her head) This will never work.

Jake: (intensely) Who said it has to?

She laughs bitterly, returning to the sofa. He watches her for a moment, as if memorizing every detail, before sitting beside her.

The silence is broken only by the soft music and the ticking of a clock. The tension in the apartment is almost palpable. Y/N glances at Jake, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. She lights another cigarette, her hands trembling slightly.

Jake: (taking the cigarette from her and extinguishing it again, this time without looking) You don’t need that right now.

Y/N: (crossing her arms, trying to hide how much he affects her) I don’t need a lot of things, yet here I am, with you.

Jake: (leaning back, his voice a whisper full of promises) Because deep down, you know I’m the only one who understands the chaos you hide.

Y/N: (laughing sarcastically) Understand? You understand nothing, Jake. You just exploit it. You feed on my insecurities, my weaknesses…

Jake: (interrupting, gripping her wrist firmly) And you do the same to me. That’s what keeps us tied together, isn’t it? The fact that we’re the same. Two addicts to something that should’ve never begun.

Y/N tries to pull her arm away, but he doesn’t let go. Their eyes meet again, and the air becomes too heavy to breathe.

Y/N: (defiant but trembling) Let me go, Jake.

Jake: (leaning closer, his voice deep) Do you want me to let go? Or do you want me to stay? Because so far, you’ve never asked me to leave.

Y/N: (gritting her teeth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears) Because I’m weak. And you know it.

Jake: (caressing her face with his free hand) It’s not weakness. It’s just… us. We’re broken, Y/N. But somehow, we fit.

He kisses her again, this time with an almost painful slowness, as if each touch were an unspoken apology.

Y/N: (whispering between his lips) This is wrong, Jake…

Jake: (his voice hoarse, his lips still brushing hers) I know. But tell me you don’t want it. Tell me to leave, and I will.

She hesitates, her tearful eyes locked on his. For a moment, it seems she might tell him to go. But then, she pulls him closer.

Y/N: (in an almost inaudible whisper) Stay.

Jake didn’t need more words. As soon as he heard that “Stay,” he pulled her against him, their breaths mingling in a chaotic rhythm. Their connection was both tender and consuming, their movements speaking of passion and the inevitability of their bond.

The night went on, leaving them entangled in the dangerous mix of love, lust, and pain. And when the dawn began to break, neither could tell where the fire ended and the ashes began.

Jake lifted her effortlessly, their mouths never fully separating as he carried her from the couch. He laid her down gently, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made her heart race. For a moment, he just looked at her, as if memorizing every detail.

Jake: You’re beautiful… (he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire and filled with admiration)

She pulled him closer, her hands exploring his body beneath his shirt. The warmth of his skin against her palms made her feel alive, as if this moment was all that existed. He responded by pulling off his shirt and sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric slipping away to reveal her bare skin.

Their bodies fit together like they were made for one another, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Jake took his time, exploring every inch of her, his hands trailing down to her wetness. His mouth found her breast, sucking gently, making her moan. He trailed kisses down her body, leaving her trembling beneath him.

Jake: So wet for me. (he said, his voice deep as he delivered a light slap to her dripping center)

He kissed her inner thighs before finally reaching her core. Pulling off her panties and tossing them aside, his hungry eyes locked onto her exposed heat. Without hesitation, he began licking her folds, obscene sounds filling the room as he sucked and licked her clit. His tongue worked her into spasms, her back arching as she neared her release. But just as she was about to come, Jake pulled away.

Jake: You’ve been so bad to me, always telling me how wrong we are for each other. Maybe you don’t deserve to come. (he said, his tone mocking as he pouted playfully)

Y/N: Please, Jake, for fuck’s sake, you can’t leave me like this. (she almost screamed, frustration bringing tears to her eyes)

Jake: Alright, if you want it that bad… beg for it. (he said, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed)

Y/N: Dammit. (she said, standing in front of him) What do you want me to do?

Jake: I already said, beg. (he replied casually)

Y/N: Please!? (mockingly)

Jake: I guess you don’t want it that much after all. (he said, leaning back further)

Y/N: Fine. Shim Jaeyoon, would you please fuck me senseless until I can’t think anymore? (she said sarcastically, pressing her hands together as if in prayer)

Jake: Now that’s more like it. (he said as he stood)

Jake pulled her into a fiery kiss, his hands gripping her waist. As they kissed, he spun her around and bent her over the armrest of the couch with no gentleness.

Jake: Spread your legs! (he ordered)

Y/N obeyed instantly. Without warning, he thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her deeply. His right hand gripped her hair, pulling it back roughly, but not as forcefully as his thrusts—wild, hard, and fast. He yanked her hair harder, making her lift her head to meet his gaze.

Jake: Open your mouth! (he growled)

Y/N obeyed, confused but lost in the overwhelming pleasure. As her mouth opened, Jake spit into it.

Jake: Swallow it! I’ll give you everything, and you, like the good slut you are, will take it. (his tone savage)

Y/N swallowed. The vulgarity of the act, combined with his filthy words, made her walls clench tighter around his thick cock. He continued pounding into her without mercy, delivering sharp slaps to her exposed ass, leaving red marks. Each slap was met with a loud moan from S/N, who was teetering on the edge.

Jake: Look at you, begging to be fucked but unable to handle it. (he teased, delivering another slap)

That was all it took for Y/N to come undone, her arms giving out as her upper body collapsed onto the couch. Her ass remained raised, her body trembling and her mind blank. All she could do was cry out as Jake kept going.

Y/N: It’s too much, it’s too much… I can’t take it. (she sobbed, breathless)

Jake: It’s over when I say it’s over. Now be a good cum dump and let me finish. (his voice emotionless, though he was nearly out of breath)

As if his relentless thrusts weren’t enough, his hand found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, overstimulating her. S/N cried from exhaustion and pleasure, unable to control the tears streaming down her face.

Jake: That’s it, I give, you take, and you’re grateful! (his voice cracking)

A few more thrusts and Jake finally came, triggering a second orgasm in S/N. He stayed inside her for a moment, waiting for their breathing to stabilize. Then they adjusted on the couch, S/N resting her head on Jake’s shoulder as he gently stroked her hair.

Jake: You’re so good for me. No matter how painful this is, it’s worth it. (he said softly, almost soothingly)

Y/N: Yeah, we’re so good at being so wrong. (her voice sweet and sleepy)

She felt every emotion in every touch: the burning desire, the regret for the circumstances that brought them here, and the love neither dared to admit aloud. Their bodies moved together in an instinctive rhythm, while the outside world faded away.

As dawn began to break, Y/N turned in bed, watching Jake light a cigarette by the window.

Y/N: (breaking the silence) This will kill us, won’t it?

Jake: (exhaling smoke, his eyes fixed on the horizon) Probably.

She laughed softly, though sadness lingered in her eyes. He watched her for a moment before returning to bed, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Jake: (his voice low) But if we’re going to die, at least it’ll be together.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Ok I am going to talk about something that's been on my mind recently.

Major warning ⚠️ might get deep.

Also ADHD RAMBLING SORRY IN ADVANCE 😔

Regarding Alastor and the Seven year absence. Ok so I see how In some recent posts people say Alastor must feel forgotten by the Hasbin crew, cause When Sir Pentious and Dazzle died they got a portrait and a statue. While Alastor got nothing. And Charlie thought he had died too.

But while that is true I'm surprised no one talks about how Alastor already felt Forgotten long before the fight. I'm talking about when he finally got home after 7 years disappearance.

My boy didn't get a Welcome home,( although he did get one from Carmilla later on)or a " Hey are you ok". Nothing. What does he get. Pushed around, Judged ( though it's quite understandable it's still wrong) and even told that he basically didn't matter. Remember the scene between Carmilla and Alastor. Alastor was basically asking her " Hey while I was gone, Did you at least think about me"?. And Carmilla response was definitely " Eh Not Really, But welcome back in any case".

Sure he looked pissed but if I was in his place I'd feel very hurt. I kinda noticed how everyone treats Alastor as if he is the worst thing in hell. When there so much worse * cough Valentino cough*

From what I understand he only targeted those that hurt others. Maybe Hell was pissed because in a way he was saving other souls. Taking them from their abusive owners. Which is fucked up but it's hell. What do you expect?

I firmly believe Alastor grew up in a abusive household and definitely witnessed his mother getting abused which definitely affected his psyche. Maybe his father killed his mother and after killing his father he vowed no one will ever go through what he went through.

So he targeted awful people and offed them. When he got to hell. I think he felt his work wasn't done yet and now he is in the land of abusers and monsters. Maybe deep down. He was the one SCARED 😨.

Maybe he killed so he could feel safe in a twisted way. He ended up selling his soul cause he was scared. His owner who i headcanon is like Mother Gothel definitely didn't help. She manipulated him into thinking she is keeping him safe. When In reality she was using him for his powers.

I also headcanon that ( now this is going to sound crazy) His owner forces him to dress and act the way he does. She wants to be the only one who can play with her toy. His owner definitely doesn't share. So she will try to make him look in her eyes unappealing. We all know this doesn't work though. As Vox had fallen in love with him.

Now I don't believe Vox ever hurt Alastor and as much as I love stories where he gets 😳 obsessed. I actually would be happy if they become best friends again and hope it was just a giant misunderstanding just like Fizz and Blitz.

Still something happened That hurt Alastor deeply that he now hates anything to do with television. My Headcanon is cause Vox started to spend more time with Valentino and accidentally leaving Alastor in the dark. Alastor enjoyed spending time with Vox. Going dancing at a club, listening to radio shows. Even cuddling in a blanket watching a movie. But I think the main reason he enjoyed Vox's company is cause, His owner couldn't touch him. She couldn't hurt him in any way.

Kinda like how a person wants there friend over so there abuser doesn't hurt them. The abuser won't cause they rather do their evil deed in secret.

In other words Alastor felt safe around Vox and when he started spending time with Valentino and less with him. His owner would hurt him.

But no one knew this cause Alastor always had a smile on his face. Always seemed sure and confident of himself. This is a perfect representation of " You don't know what happens behind closed doors". I think this was a learned habit from childhood too. Maybe after his father abused him or/and his mother he would threaten to kill them if they told or even showed any signs of abuse.

His owner definitely has that power. If she has the power to give him power then she has the power to erase Alastor from existence. I think she threatened his afterlife multiple times.

Anyway eventually Vox and Alastor have a big fight which pissed the owner off. And she took him away for seven years. Personally I am among those that think she TORTURED him during that time.

I think she let him out and told him to watch the princess and make sure no one gets redeemed. She sews a smile on his face so everyone thinks he is happy and fine. Again reference to what I said earlier.

Alastor goes back home and everything has changed. Probably a culture shock to him. He goes to the hotel and had to pretend everything is ok. Maybe he was all touchy feely with everyone cause he wants to feel safe and secure. Like he is finally home and not hallucinating. When he is pushed away he acts like it doesn't matter but I think it does. I think it hurts him deeply but because of the abuse he endured in childhood and his afterlife he puts up a front as a defense mechanism.

As Alastor told Charlie

" Just because you see a Smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a valuable tool my dear. It inspires your friends, Keeps your enemies Guessing and says no matter what comes your way, Your the one in control".

In a roundabout way he was basically calling for help without saying he needs help. Remember he can't tell her or anyone about what he went through. Of course In a way it means he is still a prisoner. His owner can take him away at any time and this definitely scares him. So he will do anything he can to prevent this from happening. Even making a deal with the princess of hell.

Anyway So while after the battle I think he felt Forgotten, I think he already felt that way. Like he doesn't matter and he wants to matter. His owner and father probably told him that he is worth nothing and no one will miss him while he is gone.

Well he was gone twice and NO ONE missed him.

That's very sad when you think about it and I'm surprised no one had brought it up yet.

Once again I apologize for my rambling thank you for reading

[traggalicious]

There is something DEEPLY wrong with me. This motherFUCKER. This smug ass bitch of a man. I am? Obsessed? With the worst fucking guy??? Like. Astarion, sure, everyone’s obsessed with him. But Cazador? The fandom is going to kill me. I’m dead. Dying. Actually someone come do it, come kill me. Please. This is agony. I hate his stupid fucking face and i want him DEAD i want to leash him and put him out in my yard and watch him shiver in the rain. I have… problems.

[devotedfem]

→ Mean

Synopsis: You weren't innocent at all, yoongi can see right throughout your act and fake tears. It was almost like you were challenging him, but he didn't have enough proves. The only thing he can do is tame a liar brat like you.

Yoongi x f.reader

Genre: detective au | yander-ish

Tags: mean min yoongi, crude language, sassy reader, possesive behavior, yander-ish, a bit of stalking, Jungkook and reader's situationship, detectives, dealers.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

A.N: hello there, this is my first time writting on tumblr. I've always been obsessed with crime tv shows and Yoongi's mv where he wears that police outfit. Anyway i hope you enjoy!

Yoongi watched every expression of your face like a hawk through the glass separating him from the interrogation room, where you were trembling with teary eyes.

You were pretty, and the way you talked with such fear and vulnerability made you look innocent, but yoongi didn't believe your act, his guts telling him you weren't that innocent, you just were playing with them.

"I didn't knew Jungkook was a dealer, i swear to god. I-i am in love with him," your lips wobble with fat tears staining your redding cheeks.

Your hurt expression was a pitiful sight.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw, you were starting to piss him off. Really.

"Fucking liar," he huffs under his breath, crossing his arms with an angry grimace.

"Do you think she's lying?" Asked Namjoon next to him.

"I don't need to think it, because the evidence proves she's guilty like her boyfriend. We found her right where Jeon sells his shit," said matter of fact yoongi, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Well yoongi-ssi, that evidence isn't enough to arrest her. There's the possibility that it's a coincidence, we need more proves."

Yoongi rolled his eyes with frustation.

"My guts are never wrong and you know that."

Namjoon says nothing, just watching the girl at the other side of the room sobbing and looking heart broken.

"I'm going in, tell Mingyu to go the fuck out, he isn't doing anything useful."

Yoongi's coworker only sighs deeply, knowing how stubborn the other was.

You were alone in the room for a couple of minutes, sniffling. You felt their eyes on you, so you didn't stopped your tears.

The door of the room opened, showing a pale man with raven locks slicked back. His dark coat and the scar across his eye made him look intimidating, but not for you.

You felt a spark of curiosity at his angry scowl that was directed towards you.

Interesting.

"I- can i go home now?" You asked with a thin voice, looking at him with wide eyes.

" 'Don't think so, not until you confess." He said sharply, with narrow eyes watching every expression of your face.

You try to hide your smirk with a pout, loving the attention.

"I have nothing more to say, please let me go," you almost beg, wobbling your lips again, not breaking your blurry eyes from him.

But his face was stoic, unfazed by your tactics.

"We asked the people who worked in the bar your boyfriend sells drugs, and they all said you were a frequent client." He said with an unreadable face.

"I am! But-but i didn't knew he was a dealer, he said to me that he met his friends there, and i wanted to accompany him." Your eyes were closed with exasperation.

The raven haired man only hummed, getting up from his chair to walk forwards you, towering your body with piercing eyes.

It was an intimidation tactic, but you were kind of turn on by his closeness.

"I don't believe you," he almost spat, not breaking his dark gaze.

You made a crestfallen face, looking right back at him with vulnerable eyes.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that officer," you whispered not swallowing the fake tears.

The corner of his lips twitch a little.

"Detective," he corrected you rather harshly.

"Sorry, detective..." You paused, looking at his police badge, "yoongi."

His breath hitch for a second, but he immediately masked it with an indifferent face, but you caught it nevertheless.

Your teeth bit the bottom of your lips trying to hide your smirk again.

"What kind of girlfriend doesn't know her boyfriend sells drugs just right under her nose," he said with a straight face, but his tone was mockery.

That was a low blow, he wanted to make you look stupid.

Fine then, you'll play dumb.

"That's... so mean detective, how could i thought so low of Jungkook. He never gave me a reason to doubt," your voice broke again, diverting your eyes to look at your lap.

You felt a warm breath next to your ear, making your belly twist by his closeness.

"You're good at this, but you won't fool me. I'll be watching you, liar." He said lowly, with a very threatening voice that didn't scared you at all, it just aroused you.

"I hope you do detective, who else will protect me from Jungkookie," the whisper you let out shattered your act, making Yoongi's eyes widen just a bit.

"You can go now," he said expressionless, separating himself from your body.

You leaved feeling his piercing eyes on your back.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Yoongi accomplish his promise, he followed you everywhere. Although not enough to make himself look like a stalker but a detective.

And you never stopped going to the bar, almost like you were challenging him, letting him know that not matter what he says, you can do whatever you want.

"Brat," he said under his breath, watching you from afar dancing in the bar.

You knew he was there, his long black coat and raven locks were difficult to go unnoticed, so you throw some mischievous glances at him from the other side of the place, almost like inviting him to come closer. But Yoongi never did, he just stay sat in his chair, watching you.

You were getting bored, so you dance with a stranger.

Yoongi's eyes immediately sharpens and darkens at you, his beer left untouched. All his focus on you, just like you wanted.

You came closer to the stranger's body, ignoring his nasty and boring remarks, and brushed your lips against his jaw, not breaking your gaze from Yoongi's face.

You looked the exact moment where he clenched his jaw and narrow even more his eyes. Getting up from his chair.

A pang of disappointment took over your chest, maybe he was tired of the teasing.

You pouted pettily at the thought, now losing all your interest in the man you were dancing with.

"Get away from her," a harsh voice made you and the stranger startled.

You turn around to look at a pissed off Yoongi who has his eyes fixed on the stranger.

This time you couldn't hide your smirk.

"What? No, what the fuck is wrong with you dude," the man said back, and you watched how Yoongi smirked cynically, making a shiver run down your spine.

The raven haired detective said nothing, his eyes never broke away from the stranger. He moved away his coat a little, so the strange could look at the gun in Yoongi's hips.

You felt the way the man freeze, getting the fuck away without saying another word, making you huff. He was so easy to scare, what a coward.

Yoongi's hand on your shoulder took your attention back to him.

"Abusing your power, aren't you detective?" You teased with mirth.

"Didn't you have a boyfriend? Where did all those shed tears go? Hmm?" He asked instead, checking you out from head to toe.

And you were basking in the attention.

"Jungkookie will forgive me," you said innocently, biting your lip to stop your smirk. Yoongi watch the movement before looking at your eyes again.

"Really? He looked like the possessive type," that made you laugh hard, like if he just said the most funny joke.

Yoongi looked puzzled.

"Not at all, he fuck around with men and women, we aren't exclusive." You said, not caring if you admited that you lied to the police.

Yoongi only hummed.

"But..." You said getting closer to him, feeling his warm, "i would say you're the possessive type, aren't you? Scaring that man away so no one touch your target." The teased went straight to Yoongi's ego, making him anger a bit.

"Watch your mouth," he warns, but you didn't listen.

"Or what?"

Something dark flash in Yoongi's eyes.

"Are you challenging me?" He asked, like he didn't believe someone has the guts to do that.

"Why can i? It's fun," you said light heartedly, and half joking. But Yoongi saw right throughout you.

"Unless you don't want to regret your life choices and rot in jail, i recommend you to shut up," his words were harsh but his tone was rather calm.

You only pouted at the threat.

"But i'm too pretty and nice to go to a place like that," You whined.

Yoongi's lips twitch with a smirk, getting closer to your body.

"You're right on that. That's why i'll be kind and give you another chance," his low voice was near your ear.

His words took all of your interest immediately. You watched him with suspicion though.

"At what cost?"

Yoongi smirked.

"You'll come with me, and tell me every little secret of your so-called boyfriend," he mocked.

"And what if i don't?" You said not wanting to give in.

He grabbed your waist tightly.

"I'll find ways to take that information out of you."

Let me know if u want to be tagged to my next oneshots.

[yuri-is-online]

Soap Operatic Symphony (A Fyuuture Kid AU ft. Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia)

While camping in the mountains during Camp Vargas, you encounter a monster exactly like the one you fought off with Ace and Deuce at the beginning of the year. While trying to fight it off again, a strange portal opens up in the mine and a person jumps out of it to your rescue. He says he doesn't remember much, but it's clear when you bring him to Crowley that this boy is also from your world, despite being a mage, and until the headmage can think of a better solution, he assigns "Yutu" to your dorm.

Something a certain someone has an opinion about.

notes: yeah I have nothing to say for myself, I have other stuff I am supposed to be writing but this wrote itself ok? ok. Anyway this is a future kid au where your son has come back in time to try and prevent the end of the world but mostly to make sure you don't die. You can see this ask for a detailed explanation of what's up with Yuu and my masterlist for other fic. Oh and the other dorms can be found here.

Scarabia

In general, Jamil is going to be torn between being deeply suspicious of the entire situation and feeling like it's none of his business while Kalim is excited to meet a potential new friend.  How they act on those feelings changes depending on who Yutu is trying to interact with.

Kalim- anyone trying to get close to Kalim has to be watched obsessively by Jamil, and Yutu is no exception.  If anything the surveillance is worse due to the strange way he showed up, and Kalim doesn't like it but he understands.  For Yutu's part he seems really receptive to Kalim's efforts to befriend him, which is the furthest Kalim is going to think about it for a while, but he also notices the strange nostalgia and grief Yutu seems to feel when interacting with you and he really wants to help.  He's sure if Yutu would just talk about it, he could give him some good advice.  They get along really well!  But Yutu seems really reluctant to give out personal information… which Jamil really doesn't like. Kalim's sure he doesn't mean anything by it because of how apologetic he is! But he does sort of wonder if he's done something to make Yutu not feel safe around him... it makes him sort of sad.

Jamil- Once he got a look at that portal, Jamil realized that he didn't actually know what it looked like when you arrived at NRC.  He certainly remembers the mess Grim made, but not much about you beyond how confused you looked.  He'll have to ask about it sometime but for now, he's got questions.  Number one: who the fuck is this guy really?  His name isn't Yutu, he sure as shit isn't from your world, otherwise he couldn't be a mage, and his attitude towards you is just suspicious.  He has got to want something, and Jamil is torn between protectiveness of you and his adamant refusal to give himself anymore work.  It doesn't help that Yutu seems very apologetic to him specifically, he swears the kid seems to be apologizing for his entire existence.  It's weird, and he tells him to knock it off because it's not like he's his dad.  For some reason that just makes it worse.

Pomefiore

Vil- Epel is the one to tell him about the monster attack, the portal, and the strange protectiveness Yutu has towards Yuu.  That last thing doesn't bother him as much as you might expect, as soon as he learns that you're from the same world he thinks it's perfectly natural.  Admirable even.  The fake name and desire for privacy doesn't bother him either, as an actor both things seem normal to him.  What worries him is the idea that something very wrong is happening in the background that he doesn't know about, which he makes very clear to Yutu after sending Rook to distract you.  Yutu seems hesitant to trust him, and only offers vague warnings about making sure Yuu stays safe and keeping an eye on Grim.  Well now, they can both agree on that, and wouldn't it be easier if Yutu cooperated with him?  He's not going to take no for an answer.

Rook- Oh?  Ramshackle Dorm has a new member?  What a charming surprise!  He's sure this will lead to many new beautiful experiences.  And he's right!  Yutu is very beautiful, but there's something oddly familiar and yet… wrong about him.  Like he doesn't quite belong here, and not in the same way that you don't belong here.  He looks haunted, his interactions with you scream that he possesses (or to be more accurate used to possess) a relationship that can only have been built over several years.  But you clearly don't remember him, and there's a painful aura of grief in his interactions with you.  He also notices, with a great deal of joy, that the same grief is present when the little one speaks to him.  Just what could that mean? The hunter is in no rush, he'll find out what that means in time, for now he'll keep dropping in unannounced to test Yutu's reflexes. 

Side note: I don't speak French so I don't know if this would be the correct way to say it, but I like the idea of Rook's nickname for Yutu being Monsieur Caneton (Monsieur Duckling), because of how he follows Yuu around. Floyd's nickname I reserve the right to change depending on who Yutu's father is.

Epel- He starts off a hater, I am not going to lie.  Protecting you is something Epel takes a great deal of pride in; he wants to be seen as manly, as the protector, as someone who you think of as cool and trusts to provide for you.  So for a giant portal to open in the sky and drop a new guy determined to protect you from the monsters?  He hates it, he really does, and that's BEFORE Yutu starts living in Ramshackle Dorm.  He's determined to ignore him and not let him into the friend group, which proves impossible because of how Yutu follows you around so fine.  He can sit with you but ONLY IF he accepts that Epel was there first.  Something he's really surprised to see him do?  He should be more suspicious of why Yutu is constantly asking him for advice or acting like he's cool for being so possessive over you but well.  It's Epel he really wants to be seen as cool so he's just not going to think about it.

Ignihyde

Ortho- Ortho wasn't there to see the portal so he can't analyze it, but he can analyze Yutu!  And he immediately finds the Shroud family curse.  How curious, is this something he should tell his brother immediately?  Or should he skip the line and talk to their parents… decisions decisions but he doesn't have to wait for too long for an explanation.  Yutu explains himself pretty quickly when called out and Ortho is beyond excited to learn he's an uncle.  Less excited to learn about the impending apocalypse but he's sure they can fix it if they work together.  Now to double his efforts to get you and Idia together…

Idia- a second person has been isekaid to the NRC oh no.  Whatever will he do?  Well he intended to do nothing but Ortho isn't letting him.  For some reason he seems really determined to get him to hang out with you, almost like he knows about his crush he's been so good at hiding.  He can't complain too much, talking with you is weirdly soothing and much easier than he'd anticipated.  And Yutu's there too he guesses.  Sometimes they parallel play while Idia hangs out with you and that's nice.  It's sort of weird how in tune Yutu is with him though, sometimes he swears they could be related. A thought that Ortho is weirdly determined to encourage, and refuses to explain why... maybe he should be more worried about what anime little bro has been watching recently.

Diasomnia

Right so dragon biology is weird and our knowledge of half fae is very limited.  From how Sebek looks and how Malleus’s birth is discussed, I assume the eggs produced by love is exclusive to dragon fae and other species just get babies in the normal way.  All of that to say:

Malleus- Yutu is an oddity from the jump.  He looks very young, but insists he's around the same age as Yuu, and Malleus swears he feels his own magic is a part of him.  It's like a precious stone has grown some legs and started walking around and talking back to him.  He's a little bit in love, not the same way he's in love with Yuu, but much like a parent would think of a child… perhaps if they get closer he can offer him the night's blessing.  He does seem to be lacking it and that just won't do, something inside him says that needs to be fixed immediately.  Lilia questions him on whether or not he's jealous of how close the little one is to Yuu, which surprises him greatly.  Why would he be- well.  He does wish he could spend more time with Yuu but that sort of envy applies to everyone, not just Yutu.  And none of those guys are so unafraid of him to have made him a friendship bracelet so there. 

Lilia- a mage?  From Yuu's world?  How exciting!  He's very pleased to see how well he gets along with his boys and takes Sebek’s shouting in stride.  It's inspirational how quick he picks up on how gullible Sebek is and immediately starts telling-  well Lilia supposes he doesn't know they're outright lies but the scolding he gets from Yuu certainly suggests they are.  It's all very cute, and something he really wishes he could be a part of, but he knows his time is limited.  He'll just have to treasure these experiences while he's allowed them, something Yutu is very willing to help him do!  What a good kid, he'll have to tell him how proud his parents must be of him.

Silver- A portal, a monster, and a new mysterious person… it's concerning.  Something dangerous has got to be happening with how worried over you this new person is, his name is Yutu?  Weird but then his name is Silver so who is he to judge.  Anyway he introduces himself to Yutu and he asks why he came through the portal and… isn't really satisfied with his answers.  He doesn't think Yutu is a threat, not to Malleus anyway, but there's just something off about this whole thing and it's his task as a knight to make sure the people he loves are safe.  What's that?  Well of course you are one of those people.  You're very important and- why is Yutu looking at him like that.  He's telling the truth, what does he mean that makes it worse? Is it his face?

Sebek- Oh look another perfectly average human who is ok.  He guesses.  Not that he's thought extensively about you personally, only as a precaution to make sure you aren't disrespecting Lord Malleus, you get that right?  Him cornering Yutu with a strained look on his face and shouting at him about how to properly respect Lord Malleus is something he would do to anybody.  It has nothing to do with him assuming that if this person respects Lord Malleus they will be safe for "that human" to be around.  Unfortunately, Yutu is not just anybody and immediately starts yelling back accusing him of disrespecting you.  It's like there's two of them now, just with different biases, rip everyone's eardrums.

[doctorcurdlejr]

Niko!! what'd you think of I saw the tv glow. I finally saw it last night and noticed you posting about it so I wanted to know your thoughts :)

Levi!!! I was JUST wondering what you were thinking about the movie after I saw you posting about it as well... we are so media discussion pilled in this way, it's awesome. ANYWAYS I've had so many thoughts since I first saw it and I've been trying to turn them into something coherent for a little bit now.

Ummm okay I have written 1k+ words about this movie, the suburbs, and escapism via teen TV.... clearly I was dying for somebody to ask this I guess so thank you for indulging me <3

First and foremost, I absolutely loved it! I've seen it twice now and the first time I watched it I got to see Jane Schoenbrun talk about the film right after. I already really liked it from that first watch alone. I found it so deeply relatable to my experiences - both in terms of growing up gay and trans, but where I am now in my 20s trying to navigate adulthood. Hearing what Schoenbrun had to say really cemented my feelings and thoughts about the film.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a big influence on the movie (it's why Amber Benson makes a cameo as Johnny Link's mom). Even though I don't have the same emotional link to Buffy since I never watched it, I recognize it as the same type of warmth I experienced growing up with Riverdale. When Owen says he feels like his insides have been scooped out but that he's too afraid to look and have that wrongness everybody knows is there be confirmed, Maddy simply responds "Maybe you're like Isabel. Afraid of what's inside you." Tears forming but not falling, breathing shallowly, I grabbed the paper and pen the theater keeps at the seats for people to order food with and wrote that line down - the slip of paper is still somewhere in my car. Writing it now almost feels lame in its simplicity, but it felt like my insides were being flayed open.

During the director discussion, Schoenbrun talked a little bit about this idea of how truly fucking bizarre it is to grow up in the suburbs. Like, when we think about the pinnacle of normality in American culture, it's the image of middle-class cis-hetero-white suburbia. At the same time, despite this cultural dream of normality, everybody is hyper-aware that the suburbs are one of the least normal things ever. So, the ACTUAL cultural understanding of it is that it's where we go to, like, passively kill ourselves (*George Costanza voice* WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY YOU KNOW!). This idea isn't new, I mean there are so many films and shows about navigating that specific bizarre dissonance from Rebel Without a Cause to Heathers to Twin Peaks. Probably half the pre-teen to teen TV I watched obsessively growing up, stuff like Strange Days at Blake Holsey High, Making Fiends, Truth or Scare, and eventually Riverdale, were never shy about being weird and morbid and saying "yes, the suburbs are exactly as bizarre and lethal in the ways you can already feel in your bones at 13." I Saw the TV Glow does a really good job of keying not only into that mental dissonance but more specifically into how those of us who have felt so intrinsically weird and different and wrong fell back on these shows like they were capable of doing the emotional version of a rescue breath maneuver after being drowned.

In high school, if there were two things about me that any person who even vaguely knew me could list off it was that I watched Riverdale, and I was a lesbian - and I was mocked more for the Riverdale. At that age, I was, without a doubt, the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I rarely left the house because my family lived in a development that made me want to scratch my skin off when I walked out our front door. Owen didn't leave the house for days, afraid Maddy could somehow force him out. I sobbed constantly and frequently to depressing indie rock on the floor of my closet while hoping my family would just once read the (honest to god) KEEP OUT poster plastered on my door since I didn't have a lock on it. Owen didn't leave his room for days, afraid of what Maddy recognized in him. I didn't go on dates and kept my chest binder shoved to the bottom of my bookbag while wearing dresses that could've come from a how-to-be the perfect 50s housewife manual. Owen didn't leave his bed for days, afraid of Maddy touching his neck and Isabel's dress. I also watched Riverdale with the kind of zeal you see in a Pentecostal who has found God and started speaking in tongues to let you know it. I own a button that says, "Don't Make Me Go Dark Betty On You," I cherish it in a way that is only achieved by knowing exactly how corny and trite it is and then moving straight past that because well actually, and most people wouldn't get this, she's holding back something deeply dark and wild and- and disgusting. something painful yet intrinsically her. but i get it, obviously. or maybe not obviously! hopefully not obviously, but- basically, I'm just saying I get it: the experience of reflection and recognition through the other and all that.

Whatever, the point is that this movie is one big glaring trans allegory about how it sucks dog shit to live in the suburbs, and even at our most repressed we find these little snow globes of actualization in the glow of a tv screen that isn't afraid to show you the world you see. I've seen some people say that, like, in this context accepting or coming into your transness is this monumental death of self, which I get, but I feel there lacks a nuance in that because either way Owen is dying. Unlike Maddy who buries herself alive only to come out renewed, Owen doesn't kill himself upon facing the reality that the world is constructed to keep him miserable and the only way out is to take back what it is that the world wants to keep scooped out of him. Instead he just passively lets it drag him to a much more permanent death. This lack of suicide sucks in the kind of way that forces you to sit in your car on the midnight drive home and think to yourself am I letting myself suffocate because at some point knowing the misery became less scary than admitting I've been capable of doing something about it the whole time?

Clearly, I’ve been enchanted by the film’s narrative and meta-textual language. If you're familiar with it, you can see how Schoenbrun built this movie like a long-form dream episode of a canceled teen show filmed in Vancouver. Lynchian? Yeah, sure. Riverdalesque? THIS we cannot possibly deny. Schoenbrun said they included Amber Benson as an act of healing the inner rage experienced at Tara’s death in Buffy. This is a Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa ending Riverdale with a bisexual polycule after his gay Archie play got ceased-and-desisted type move. There’s probably more I could say about the soundtrack and the visuals, but I’ve hit over 1k words on this, so I’ll leave it at I enjoyed this movie a lot. :)

Maddy is an out lesbian who left town to escape the misery and found it strapped to her ankles. She slinks out, an animal pressed against the gymnasium floor, and says "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Owen looks into the camera and narrates. He cuts himself open with a box cutter, fully acknowledges what's there, and the movie ends with his suffocating apology parade for the unremarkable inconvenience of his excruciating suffering. You can be gay and trans, you can know it and you can stop repressing it, but you're not going to stop suffocating until you can find a way to destroy the part of you that truly deeply does want to die, reaching for the comforting euthanasia of normalcy. Stop visiting the dream of the life you want and make it into your reality with the same kind of unrepentant conviction seen in some underfunded but wildly ambitious teen television series. In other words: you must try to survive the ego death of being weird. A weirdo, who doesn't fit in and doesn't want to fit in!

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

can you do a scenario in which sasuke is completely obsessed with the reader, sends her lewd pics of heeself, scares her to the point that she avoids him but also everyone around her cuz he wont let her make friends, also him finally locking her in the class with him (some noncon if u can)

The Gingerbread Woman

Inspirded by the song the gingerbread man

Warnings: Yandere themes,nudes,hints of NON-CON,dark content,possiveness, cursing,modern AU, real dulu yelling out my woman, yes he's a little dulu.

Paring: Yandere Sasuke x reader

I am ETREMELY sorry for how long this took.

You couldn't believe what you got yourself in it.

How the fuck did this happen ?

Well that's something you didn't really know to be honest.

I mean you stayed away from him and you didn't talk to him, expect that one time you helped him with the missing notes he missed but that was it.

You didn't know he liked you,well he sent nudes to you of himself once but you didn't think he would go this far.

Locking you into an empty classroom with him, You had to stay behind in school to finish some work and then you had to clean up and put away but you had thought all the students left besides the one who had club activities,as far as you know Sasuke wasn't in a club and normally stuck to himself so why was he here then?

This made you uncomfortable as you looked at Sasuke as you two stayed deeply into eachother's eyes,like a staring contest.

His eyes were dark and black as a shadow with a hints of sinister-ness and something else you couldn't put your finger on at.

Whilst you looked into his, you're eyes were e/c looked into his with hints of uncomfortableness and confusion.

You had your back turned to the door as you cleaning when you heard the door open, you turned your head thinking it was a teacher but it was Sasuke......it was like if he knew you were here and didn't leave school...............how strange.

Oh good afternoon Sasuke,......is something wrong did one of the teachers sent you here?......I was just about the leave I was just packing my bag and cleaning up.

You avoided Sasuke after you saw the nudes he sent you and blocked his number and deleted it, even tho you didn't tell anyone you still felt very uncomfortable with being with him right now it felt uneasy. As the air hang thick feeling claustrophobic and heavy,as you awaited his answer.

He only nodded.....slowly, and looked around and watched as he opened the door again and looked outside.

Which was a red flag from the beginning but you didn't think about it since he was probably felt awark after he sent you his nudes and you blocked him, you nodded as you turned around to finish packing your bag when

*lock*

Whipping you're head around as fast as lighting to see just what the hell happened.

You saw Sasuke now inside the room with you,the door now locked and closed as he looked at you before slowly walking up to you.

Um.....What are you...doing?

You quoted, backing away from him as your eyes went wide trying to process what to do.

He said nothing only walking towards you, before finally opening his mouth.

......Y'know your such a strange girl....you know that I'm in love with you....but instead....of rejecting me... you completely just ignore my feelings right in front of me.... with no problem....at all...

He said his voice deep and raspy and low as if he was struggling to find the words to speak,as if.....he couldn't breathe like was gasping for air but he couldn't get it.....no matter how hard he tried.

When sent you pictures of me you didn't even text back you just blocked me....I thought you would have told someone but you didn't...not a soul...as If,it was a normal thing like it didn't happen.

And y'know what really get's me? hmm?... you passed me everyday in school like it was nothing... like you just didn't care!, yeah you avoided me....but you didn't even say a word about it to anyone! not even a peep.

Like this didn't matter....I didn't matter!....to you....my feelings and emotions don't matter to you... everything I've done to get your attention doesn't matter-

He paused quite literally in his tracks as he looked down before placing his hand on his eyes rubbing nose bridge before chucking to himself.

And y'know it's really laughable hahaha I've tried almost everything! to get you to acknowledge my feelings for you,my love for you! but still no matter what I seem to do you never acknowledge them hahahah!

And no matter how try and try you will never take the time and today to acknowledge them, just look at you you're not even denying it are ?

It was true and you both knew it, you knew he loved you and instead of saying anything at all you choose to ignore them... ignore him.... even before he sent you the nudes of himself.... you just didn't acknowledge but more like refused to acknowledge them really and truly if you're being honest but you didn't think he would go this far.

He looked at you not all that surprised, but not all that surprised after all that's why he had interested in you in the first place, you were so strange to him so uninterested.

But as I said that's why he likes you so much is because of that you knew you were could be hurting his feelings but you didn't care and instead of just telling him to stop and reject him you remain silent.

He looked back up at you his piecing dark onyx eyes staring at you as they looked souless like a black empty void that was filled with nothing good.

But now.....all that is going to change..... you're going to acknowledge my feelings for you one way or another.....

He picked up his pace,as feet making nosies as it touches the wooden floor boards as he back's you into a corner,as you looked at him.

Sasuke....?

Don't Sasuke me now y/n.... it's too late for that you're going to acknowledge my love for you, and when I'm done you it will be a piceing memory marked into your skin.... something of my love...... something even if you still refuse to acknowledge it you're always....always have a memory

[wetcatspellcaster]

Not sure if this was ever asked so sorry if that’s the case but - how do you feel about Ascended Astarions character (as a player not in the context of Rosalie per say), do you see why some people understand the appeal and not to poke the bear but do you think that AA blowing up on social media may have contributed more to the discourse over the characterizations?

hmmm. how many people can I upset in one ask? my aim is literally none, and yet I'm 3 predrinks in and feeling very silly, and if any ask is going to do it it'll be this one.

under the cut not bc I'm a coward, but bc this is a long post.

so first off, anon, thank you for asking the question! I'm going to be quite honest and direct, which means that I might not give you the answer you want or want to hear, as I'm not certain what your motivations for asking this question might be. but, as this is something I have thought very deeply about, I always welcome the opportunity to talk about it, so thank you for being interested in my thoughts.

firstly, yes. of course I see the appeal of Ascended Astarion. To be quite frank, I do not have the infinite free time to be wasting, writing 100s of 1000s of words of fic about something I don't see the appeal of. despite the unprecedented reaction to Pieces that I had no way of predicting, I don't write for attention or clout - I wrote Pieces bc I liked Ascended Astarion, and I wanted to write for him. I love villain/heroine, I love gothic romance, I love vampires, I love tsundere and yandere dynamics, and I love writing flirtatious dialogue. Ascended Astarion caters to all of these things perfectly for me.

Pieces is a thesis (lol, rhyme), on the appeal I see in Ascended Astarion's character. I loved writing his character. And, if we want to be really candid, I lovingly crafted many, many lines of dialogue in which an attractive man who was obsessed/downbad for the heroine, no matter what she did or how good a person she was, promising her a life of safety where he'd be the one to dirty his hands for her, and she'd never have to work hard or try or put in effort or work herself to the bone ever again.... in the final year of my PhD thesis submission. in case it's not clear who's id I was feeding then, I will say the quiet part out loud: I was very, very tired. I am not a good person the way that my Tav is a good person. These speeches waiver Rosalie's resolve bc they would absolutely work on me.

So, when I get asks like this, asking me if I like Ascended Astarion.... I have to wonder. I'm not mad about being asked, but it does make me worry... what am I doing wrong? what am I doing that suggests I don't like him? or that I don't obviously find him hot?

And every single time, it comes down to one thing: Pieces makes a moral judgement on his character. lmao.

We live in a period of fandom culture where people either think or want their morality and attraction to line up perfectly. People feel bad - or are made to feel bad - about finding 'problematic' characters or dynamics attractive. and conversely, people also seem to think that if they find something hot, it can't be bad or wrong or problematic, bc that would make them a bad person. ergo, if I say something is bad in a fic, there's no way I'm horny for it. bc I said it's bad.

beloveds, I don't really ascribe to this. for one thing, morality is only at play in Pieces bc I wanted to write a gothic romance, and ideas of virtue - and the yearning to both preserve and be virtue's corruption - are a central motif of that genre. its what makes phantom of the opera horny. it's what makes all the labyrinth fanfiction i have bookmarked horny. it's what makes nosferatu, to some extent, horny. if anything, Pieces was trying to show how many ideas of virtue are just self-destructive repression - I said in asks at the very beginning, that if Rosalie was a little more well-adjusted and a little less depressed, she would've just fucked Ascended Astarion in chapter 7 and that would actually have been the healthier decision, because it would've gotten all that shame out of her system.

but secondly... girlies. morality and attraction rarely, if ever, line up, and to police such things isn't just a headlong dive into purity culture it's a headlong dive into puritanical thinking. i do think that if people find certain things attractive - particularly around race and its fetishisation - they should do the work to examine what cultural biases and privileges are at play in their own attraction and do their own mental inventory, perhaps even understand why there are consequences to this way of thinking, particularly in today's political climate, and accept that others are going to be extremely extremely uncomfortable or not want to associate with you as a result. i think that this is especially true when it relates to how you treat real people in the real world, and if fiction contributes to stereotyping or encourages people to treat certain groups as less than people, then this should be examined. but my guys, Astarion is the whitest of white boys. white man of the century, even. and the bleed of anti-culture into every facet of media consumption, to the point where people feel like what is 'good' and 'moral' and what is 'hot' should align, is insane to me. it will literally never work, and it does in fact contribute to the conservative curve of culture more generally.

to be frank, i don't think it's about Astarion blowing up on social media that made ascended diskhorse so radioactive. tumblr is the only social media I use, and if it still made it's way to me without a tiktok, a twitter, ora bluesky, then clearly it's more than that. if you want my opinion, I think it's because Larian created a character who's central of his arc is desire and a relationship to desire, which people find relatable from a number of angles, many of which are personally charged... and then the ending to that arc involves a moral choice. then, people found him hot in both aspects that result out of that moral choice, and we enter the torment nexus of morality/purity culture where people have to find moral justifications for what they find hot. when really... it's ok to find it hot. get the cop out of your brain, and enjoy your devil's sacrament. the fact that my ascended fic is my most popular story suggests that a lot of people are at that sacrament in the first place.

(but howlsmovinglibrary, you created a redemption arc story! you resouled him rather than admit that's who he is! you contributed to that puritanical thinking! it must mean you hate ascended astarion!)

beloveds. I just love spike/buffy and villain/heroine. that's what's hot to me. which vampire gets resouled after several seasons of adjusting his moral code out of insane levels of romantic pining? and again, please look at exhibit A: all my labyrinth bookmarks.

hopefully, this answers your question. if I'm going to end this ask on my most honest opinion, I do think that Ascension is Astarion's evil ending. but I don't think that, because of the dynamic he has with Tav. I do not particularly care about discourse that calls it abusive, possessive, etc. This is a man made of pixels. We're in a fictional, imaginary space.

For me, what makes the ascended ending 'evil' is the fact that it involves a moral event horizon of 7000 deaths. I personally believe that what makes characters and villains interesting is identifying their points of no return, (in my other villain/heroine works, one takes place with that moral event horizon happening, and the other one it's averted, so this is already a preoccupation of mine), and... the ascension ritual feels like that, to me. You get confronted with the manifestation of Astarion's trauma and guilt over his victimisation under Cazador, but also his knowledge that he was somewhat complicit in extending that out to others, and you can choose to either free him from that by forgiving him, or free him from that by erasing it all from existence. Neither of those choices are wholly good or wholly bad, but the fact that one of them results in the death of 7000 people kind of tips the scale for me personally, honestly.

but... does identifying that as a moral event horizon within a fictional story where characters will deliberately have brutal turning points that give the player ultimate agency in the 'fantasy protagonist' rpg mean that I don't understand the appeal? no. absolutely not. I see the appeal of both the character, and honestly, the decision itself. the power fantasy of murdering your abuser brutally, taking his power, and erasing all evidence of your own oppression is so completely understandable!! that's why Astarion is such a cool character!!! bc he has such sympathetic, clear motives for what he does, even when those choices are villainous or bad.

honestly, I think my most controversial take in this entire discussion is that I don't think the 'morality' conversation of Astarion's character should revolve around his relationship with Tav or another companion at all. it should be about that moment, not what comes after.

anyway. that's my rant. sorry anon if it wasn't what you wanted, or if this feels a little intense in any way. As I say, Im tipsy, and this is something I've overthought and can infodump on for hours. thank you for being interested xx

[ramonaistired]

Rafe with autistic reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, innocent reader

Tropes: kookxpogue, sunshinexgrumpy

Summary: Reader is autistic.

Bree rants: Hi! So, I am only mildly autistic, so if I get any of this wrong I am deeply sorry. ALSO, if you're reading this, please help me work tumblr, I don't know how to make a taglist or boarders. Thank you- Also my askbox is always opened, so ask me random questions, I am always bored. Before I forget, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! AND, if you want this to be a full oneshot, please tell me in the comments. I love you and enjoy reading!

(HOW DO I MAKE BOARDERS.)

Rafe! Who found you at his house in his party crying because everything was too loud.

Rafe! Who was about to yell at you but once he looked down, he felt soft and mushy.

Rafe! Who would continue to stare at you while you cry, not knowing what to do.

Rafe! Who finally speaks up and asks you if you need something. You shake your head no and he does not take that lightly. Instead grabbing you some water and sitting beside you.

Rafe! Who eventually finds out its because of how loud everything was and takes you up to his room. Topper whistles thinking Rafes getting lucky. Rafe tells him to shut up and you sit on his bed.

Rafe! Who would calm you down by dimming the lights and covering your ears. He thought this was childish but you seemed to have been calming down.

Rafe! Who would let go of your ears and ask you if you're okay.

Rafe! Who slowly finds out you suffer autism and your friend had brought you here to, "let loose." He would fight the urge to punch whoever that friend was.

Rafe! Who would yell at anybody who even talked near his room so you wouldn't have to panic anymore.

Rafe! Who would spend all night with you, letting you rant about your current hyperfixation just so you didn't have to pay attention to the loud party beneath you two.

Rafe! Who smiles at your little giggles and hand gestures. He hated when people would talk to him, but with you, everything you said sounded so luring. Even though you were talking about sharks.

Rafe! Who would drive you home and get your number.

Rafe! Who becomes obsessed with you after a week of getting to know you. Doing research on autism just so he could help you out like you helped him that night you met, he would've been fucking some girl he didn't like or smoke weed all night. Instead he found you.

Rafe! Who would ask you to be his girlfriend after two weeks.

Rafe! Who buys you anything you hyperfixate on. Legos? He's buying every set and listening you talk about the lego sets. Sharks? He'd buy you a mountain of plushies. Anything your autism liked for a few months or weeks, he would buy.

Rafe! Who never forced you to come to crowded places with. And if you do, he brings noise cancelling headphones or something for you to fidget with.

Rafe! Who practically almost murders anybody who says your too weird or something about your mental health.

Rafe! Who makes sure you eat all your meals, even if its krafts mac and cheese for the 5th time today.

Rafe! Who lets you sleep with him but gets annoyed when you have to put one of your shark plushies between you two. Though he would never tell you he was annoyed.

Rafe! Who ends up telling Barry random facts about the new movie you're obsessed with because that's all you talk about.

Rafe! Who loves you to death despite everything. He loves you and your hyperfixations. (maybe not the shark plushies though)

[softestqueeen]

I need a Stephen strange x reader! Where the reader is Tony starks daughter! Please!

but daddy i love him

pairing: stephen strange x fem!stark!reader

summary: Tony Stark – your father – finds out about your romantic relationship with the infamous Stephen Strange. How will he react to you dating someone who is almost 20 years older than you.

warnings: age gap (about 20 years), a little bit of fighting, spoiler: happy-ish end

wordcount: 954 words

a/n: hey @expensiveinnocentgurl, thank you sm for requesting something, i hope you like this!! finally getting to some requests on here! I will probably write all my open non cm requests, then continue writing for criminal minds. It’s probably my new addiction i fear (sorry not sorry) but now lean back and enjoy while i dive back into my marvel obsession.

The communal area was quiet, only a few team members were spending their free time here reading or watching TV. Your father calls for you, his voice on edge and he didn’t look too happy either. “Can I talk to you? Alone?“

You gulped at the tone. This definitely won‘t be a nice conversation about how your day went. For a second you were questioning what you could have done wrong. And then it dawned on you.

Face paling you though about your apparently not so secret relationship with the sorcerer supreme Stephen Strange. He is not just almost 20 years older than you but also a close friend of your fathers. You and Stephen met your relationship a secret, quietly testing out the waters if the two of you were even a good match.

And you were. The last few months were the happiest of your life. Stephe was the perfect boyfriend. Attentive to your needs, taking care of you in all the right ways and of course always the gentleman. Which is why the two of you had discussed about making it official to the team in about a month or so. You would maybe announce it at Christmas or New Years. Or you would just attend one of your dads’ famous parties together and let everybody be a witness to the PDA the two of you kept to yourselves so far.

But all your plans were chucked out the window when your father led you into his office. You knew exactly what he wanted to discuss one you saw you boyfriend in a chair in front of the big mahogany desk, an apologetic look on his face.

“Please, have a seat,“ your father proses it as a question, though you knew you had to obey his demand.

He takes his seat on the other side of the desk, while you sit next to Stephen.

“When did you think about telling me?” he asked the two of you, even though you know it was aimed more at you. The frown that is slowly appearing on his face is making him appear older than he actually is.

“Tell you what,” you tried to play dumb, even though all three of you knew why you were here. Tony was not having it.

“Are you kidding me? When did you two plan on telling me that you’ve been what? Going out? Seeing each other? Fucking? However, you want to call it,” he almost screamed at you.

“Calm down, Tony,” Stephen told the billionaire with a calm voice.

“Don’t you tell me to calm down when you’ve been with my daughter doing God knows what, behind my back. I want an explanation, and I want it now!”

Stephen reached over and took your hand in his shaking one. He let his fingers run over your knuckles – your father watching the interaction with a clenched jaw – before explaining.

“Tony, I deeply respect you and our friendship, but you have to understand. I am desperately in love with your daughter, and I have been for some time. I promise to take the best possible care of her. You and I both don’t want anything to happen to her. I promise she will have everything she could ever need and more. But you have to trust me in that,” you were fascinated with how calm Stephen stayed. You were a nervous wreck, thinking about all the ways Tony could sabotage your relationship.

“With all due respect Stephen, this is not about a mission or anything this is about my daughter. I know how you’ve been with women in the past and I do not want you to repeat this kind of behaviour with my daughter,” oh your dad was pissed.

“Dad, Stephen and I have been going out for a few months now and he has never treated me bad. Of all the partners I had he is the most attentive, caring, and loving person I have ever come across. We are well aware of the age cap, but it doesn’t matter to us. Don’t you see, we love each other,” you tried to reason with him. He was slowly cracking, and you all knew it. Tony’s eyes wandered to your now interlocked fingers again and you could see his face harden.

“I’m still not happy with this. And what do you mean a few months? How long exactly has this been going on?”

“Next week it would be six months.”

Tony now stood up from his chair and paced the room.

“We wanted to wait until we are ready, you did not. What do you want to do now, dad? You want to forbid me from being with him? Good luck, because I don’t intend to leave him anytime soon. I love him, he loves me. He treats me well and I’m really happy, dad. Shouldn’t that be all that matters?” Stephen squeezed your hand. He admired how you spoke up for him, as he knew how much you valued his opinion.

Tony sat down again, the expression on his face moving into something different, something more tired.

“You know I just want you to be happy, sweetpea. And if that is with a party trick magician then so be it. You are right, I have no right to interfere with this relationship. But you know, I’m worried about you. And Stephen, you hurt her I’ll kill you, is that clear?”

A smile now spread over your face and Stephen answered. “Of course, Stark. No need to worry.”

With that Tony dismissed you both. Even if this was not ideal, you were glad the cat was out of the bag now.

“Wait, how did he even find out?”

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