#Do you think the walls have marks on them from when she tried to claw her way out with desperate bloody fingers?

[kitkatnerds3]

I think she should be more insane, actually.

[bottomcyclonus]

My sister is a total cunt and around when we were kids, 12 (her) and 15 (me), she became a really big fan of that Jesus guy, but in a ‘if you wear lipstick that’s TOO red you’re clearly a whore who is doing naughty things with the devil’ and ‘all “dark” animals like black cats, snakes, rats, spiders, and bats were sent by the devil himself”. W e had an older home, and the way it was set up is that one of our vents had a chute that went over the porch, and you could look down it and see basically right over the porch itself. This is relevant because I, at the time, really wanted a cat and our parents were considering it. However, cheese cunt (my nickname for her which she hated <3) saw me looking at an adoption page for a black cat. She absolutely lost it and said that I was trying to bring the devil into our home and that I was going to hell and that that cat was evil and going to claw out my eyes in my sleep. We got in a BIG fight over that. By the time we moved out there were still puncture marks in the wall from where she went at me with a fork. Back to the porch and vent. Kind of. I _needed_ to get this bitch, so I recruited two of my good friends who I knew would be ready to commit a fuckery. One of them had a pet snake (which I think she found in her yard and abducted adopted) and she fed him frozen mice and whatnot. Obviously we weren’t going to involve her snake, but the frozen mice? Those were fair game. Her job was to bring the mice and help behind the scenes. My other friend, he’s a big guy, intimidating if you don’t know him, *his* job was to be the devil. We’d found a dead bat in my attic (again old house) and made it look alive with popsicle sticks, then tied it to a string wound through the vent. We planned the fuckery for when our parents were staying at a hotel for their anniversary, so we were home alone all weekend. We had a pizza box as bait outside, with the frozen mice inside arranged in a pentagram. My guy friend was dressed up in a stereotypical grim reaper outfit, big black cloak, white ghoulish face, lantern, the works. We waited around until night, then he rang the door bell and hid, with the pizza box left on the porch, just far out enough that you would have to step outside. Me and my friend were in the bathroom when then happened so that my sister would have to go look. In reality, she was waiting above, ready with the bat, and I was hiding behind the garage door, which was right next to our front door. The moment I hear my sister let go of the door I gently closed it and locked it on her. I heard her scream and the sound of her dropping the pizza box, which was my friends cue to drop the bat on her and dance it around. At this point she’s freaking out and trying to get back inside, screaming and shrieking. I turn off the porch light, and from the shadows across the street, emerges my friend, face dimly lit by the lantern in his hand. I had to muffle my laughter with my fist in my mouth cause my sister is yelling like she’s going to die, which yeah, I can see her thinking that. All my friend had to do was walk across the street and point at her to get her to start crying, and she bolted into our backyard, where she tried to get in through the back door that was unfortunately for her, locked, courtesy of me. We made her stay out there for an hour or so, giving us time to put everything back to normal and sober ourselves up from laughing so hard. Then I let her back in and acted like I didn’t know anything. We got the cat and I named him Pizza.

THIS IS A TRANSFORMERS BLOG

[felis-rach]

This world needs more bowsareach! So here's a little something I wrote for them! (It was part of a bigger fic I didn't finish, but it doesn't need context)

Mario was starting to think that all the “hero” thing made him forgot how to deal with mundane challenges.

He realized that when he saw himself using the cat-bell to climb up the wall and get a book from the top of the shelf. And when he tried to explain the claw marks to Peach, saying, “but what ELSE could I have done?” Her answer was silently pointing to a chair.

Bowser thought this was all hilarious, of course. And Mario had to remind him of who breathed fire into the oven when it wouldn’t turn on. And the reason they had to eat microwaved food for a week.

It was just a simple memory of some random day, but it made Mario feel so nostalgic. Their little home, hidden in a hill on the edge of the kingdom and accessible through a warp pipe they built, was no less than a dream come true.

After all, dating two monarchs meant that the three of them couldn’t simply rent an apartment together. Peach had to stay at her castle, and Bowser, at his, and when they eventually arranged the marriage that would unite the two kingdoms, it would be time to live together and Mario would come along.

But for now, the three of them settled in getting a little house to be the place they could run away to when Peach and Bowser got a moment of peace. It was great, especially when they managed to spend a whole weekend there.

Mario had the time of his life watching The Royals get used to the cottage. Peach, as a regent who always placed herself at the same level of her people and hated to be perceived as superior, gave her best to act naturally, so Mario tried to hide his laughter when they sat down to eat and her face just read “Oh, indeed, this table has but four chairs and doesn’t occupy the whole room.” He could see her dying inside a bit when all the plates and cups got too cramped up.

Bowser, on the other hand, being made of ego as he was, absolutely made sure he was seen as superior by his subjects (which never prevented him from being a caring ruler, going personally to a civilian’s house if they had any trouble, and screw his schedule). So he didn’t even pretend to be comfortable there. It was such an ordeal to prevent him from turning the house into a second palace. The most that Mario and Peach gave in was to make a living room big enough to fit a grand piano. Even so, he complained at every possible time about the house’s size.

“Pff. The fifty-second heir to the mighty koopa empire, living on an ant’s house like this… Of course, we left it to Mario to lead the project. He measured the house based on his own size.”

And Mario simply answered by sitting on the table in front of him. “Truly, I am so very small.” He placed Bowser’s hand on his back. “Look, I even fit on this huge and scary koopa’s hand. Oh, my stars! I sure do hope he doesn’t take advantage of all this size to grab me and kidnap me to some dark castle. Poor me!”

His voice was casually innocent, and Bowser’s face was on fire since he was still a mess whenever Mario and Peach gave him attention like that (and the two of them abused the heck out of it).

“Don’t you tempt me, plumber.” Bowser warned, holding his breath.

“Your hand is still around me.”

“…”

“Oh, no! That terrible monster is kidnapping my Mario!” Peach entered the room, and Mario fondly smiled with the “my”, dumb as their playing was. “Will I have to rescue him? But what if he kidnaps me, too?” She threw herself at Bowser with a hand dramatically at her forehead.

“STOP THAT!” Bowser jumped out of the chair, like Mario and Peach were contagious. “You two, you’re… you’re unfair, that’s what you are!”

“Weeeeeee?” They got closer, blinking innocently at the koopa, who got all the more red.

“…Dddddon’t you blame me when I actually kidnap you.” He turned to leave, visibly wanting to die in some corner and regain his dignity before he could even think about flirting back. And hit the doorframe with his shoulder. “STUPID small house! That’s YOUR fault, Mario!” They heard, as he ran to the room. And just laughed together.

“I definitely won’t mind if he goes through with this threat.” Mario smirked. “What about you, Peaches?”

“Not at all.” She agreed, before placing herself in front of her boyfriend, pinning him to the table with both arms. “Just beware, or I might take you first, sweetie.”

And she kissed his nose. Yeah, he’d definitely not mind that too.

[mirukokosana]

Thinking about DAD'SBESTFRIEND!PHILLIP GRAVES watching you grow up since child and stopped seeing you ever since you entered middle school.

GRAVES finally get to see you again after seven years, you were nineteen now and damn you really have grown up into a gorgeous woman.

GRAVES that can't maintain eye contact with you when you looked at him because they way you used to look at him was different from how you look at him now.

GRAVES who keep looking at you while you talk to your father whilst having him knowing what you have been up to.

GRAVES that can't keep his head clean with the way you cross your leg as you sit down on the couch. Your thighs tempting him.

GRAVES who has you pinned against the wall of your room as soon as he sees you walking into your room, closing the door and locked it. His hand over your mouth to make sure you don't shout or anything.

GRAVES that starting to whisper about his desire towards you while having his hand slowly going down to your hips and further down to your thighs.

YOU who can't resist his charm and the tension between the both of you and just let his hands do as they pleased and before you know it, you are in for a good time.

"Princess..." His moan muffled against your neck as he kisses you there while his cock is thrusting deep inside you, "Fuck... You're so small... so tight..." he groans. He remembers holding you in his arms when you were just a kid, small and adorable. Now, you are still small and adorable, but hot as well. One of his hands are holding your hand firmly yet he is trying his best not to make you uncomfortable by it.

You are overstimulated. His touches, his words, his kisses all of them are the cause of it. "Grav-" he cut you off with slamming himself into you roughly, earning a sweet, cute moan from you. You can hear him groaning again on your neck, he is biting down yet another mark on your neck. Not caring about how you are going to hide it.

"You are always a daddy's girl huh? Ngh... You are always close with your father, so spoiled, so greedy and very demanding... Hah... You can't be left alone without him or me around. Remember that?" He coos into your ear, trying to remind you of how much of a brat you were back then. He remembers how clingy you were, being an only child with your father raising you all by himself makes you spoiled and you yourself admit that.

However, you are no longer like that, at least not to Graves and he would like you be the same spoiled little princess he used to deal with. "I would love to shower you with love and affection once again, like how I used to when you were a kid." he whispers and then starts to pick up his pace.

It went from sweet and gentle sex to a harsh and rough one. He wants to push you over the edge, fucking you until you're shaking, filling you up until you can't take it anymore. He wants to destroy you and that is what he is doing. Your sweet moans filling his ears like a music, your nails clawing onto his back like a cat scratching a sofa. You bury your face into his neck and start to bite him as a way to hold your own moan, you are trying your best to not be loud but he doesn't seem to allow that.

He pounds on you so hard that you starting to bite his neck and left your own mark on him, receiving a moan from him, he fasten his pace even more. He is close and you are too, he knows it and of course, you are the first to release it followed by him right after.

Just as you thought he is finished, he starts moving again. His movements are sloppy as he tries to gain back his momentum. "Not yet princess. I am not done yet..." He said and before you could protest, worrying about your father finding out, he shut you up by kissing you on the lips and then pull away, "Just relax, princess, worry about everything else later, I will take care of it."

He might be a bit selfish now but that just because he wants to spoil his princess with love she deserves.

A/N: I'm telling you... I ACCIDENTALLY THINK OF "A GIRL AND HER GUARD DOG" WHEN I WROTE THE LAST PART AND I FELT WRONG- yes I'm more to anime fan so that explains the picture-

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

My corporeal love (Yandere!Fem!Spirit X Fem!Reader)

CW: Yandere behavior, death

poltergeist versus ghost

(Reader) shook her head at the results, deleting the question from the search bar while heaving a deep sigh of frustration.

types of ghosts

A hand reached out from under the chair (Reader) was sitting on, running long nails across one of her feet. (Reader) only sighed again and pulled up her feet and tucked them under her bottom. Ghosts turned out to be real, and they were annoying.

The haunting began like how horror movies promised they would, soon after moving into the new apartment (Reader) began hearing scratching noises late at night and seeing lights flicker out the corner of her eye. At first it was unnerving, but exciting. Hearing a thud from the next room over and having a chuckle after the shock of being startled, it was fun. The ridiculous situation helped dull the pain of reality.

It quickly grew, making her think she saw someone hiding in the closet, only to disappear when (Reader) would flip on the light; waking to claw marks on the bedroom door when she unlocked it in the morning; feeling someone roughly grip her ass while she tried to wash the dishes...

Wild, bulging eyes watched (Reader) as she put away her computer and wandered into the kitchen to make her morning pot of coffee; the owner of said blood shot eyes was a grey toned naked woman with long, sharp nails who sat crouched on the counter.

"(Reader)~" a dry voice cooed while a dead hand reached out to lightly brush (Reader's) shoulder.

The newly single woman had once made the mistake of trying to connect with the entity she shared a home with, believing it to be a lost soul in need of assistance, only to awaken with hands traveling up her thighs and bite marks on her neck. This thing wasn't a soul in torment, but an evil spirit that didn't believe in personal space.

It fed on energy. The more attention (Reader) gave it, the stronger it became, now freely crawling across the ceiling at all hours and whispering suggestive words of praise to (Reader). Which is why (Reader) was now doing her best to ignore her.

"Your hair looks beautiful today. I wish you'd let me run my fingers through it."

A jingle sang out of (Reader's) pocket. She grabbed it a little too quickly, thankful for having something to help her ignore the spirit, but unfortunately was too eager, and didn't pay attention to the name of who was dialing, accidently answering "BASTARD"s call.

"Hello?"

"Finally you answer. I've only called you every single day for a week."

Her heart dropped. "It was an accident, I promise it won't happen again."

"Oh, grow up (Reader). I made a mistake, but you're acting like I hit you or something."

(Reader) clenched her jaw. The woman next to her slowly closed in on her as (Reader) stayed still as a statue. The undead's breathing ragged as it strained to hear who (Reader) was talking to.

"What do you want."

"To talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"... You're being childish."

The phone was suddenly ripped from (Reader's) hand, smacking into the wall across the kitchen. (Reader) freaked out, forgetting for a second that the strange woman in her home was an unknown entity and not just a dick.

"Fucking really?!" She cried out as she jogged over towards her cell. "Don't do that! That's my phone!" As she bent to grab it the phone slid just out of reach, her ex's voice still angrily berating her. (Reader) stood, glaring at the approaching thing shuffling on all fours like a gorilla.

She smiled, her buggy eyes still wide and terrifyingly dark, pupils expanded to the point (Reader) couldn't see the irises.

"You deserve better."

Then, poof. She was gone.

(Reader) was stunned. She could still hear the cheater calling out her name from the phone on the floor. For a third time that morning, (Reader) found herself sighing.

"Hey!" (Reader) called out, never having learned her ghostly roommate's name. She passed through every room until she heard scratching from the closet, and opened the door without turning on the light in an attempt to prevent her from disappearing again. The spirit was lying on the ground, scratching at the floor, leaving marks.

"I never found out your name."

"I don't remember it."

(Reader) sat criss cross outside the opened door. "What's wrong?"

"... What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't. He's a dick, but he's also chicken shit. I left him because he cheated on me. He doesn't even know where I live now." The ghost seemed unconvinced. "I promise."

She took a deep breath, gurgling slightly as she always did. "I don't remember my name. I don't remember who killed me. But I can feel my bones breaking down in the cement of this building."

Guilt over how (Reader) had been treating the dead woman settled heavy into her gut. Even if she got a little handsy, it was probably lonely being invisible to everyone.

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry." (Reader) laid down next to her, and she immediately rolled over and latched onto (Reader's) body, her nails digging into (Reader's) back. Her body was cold, and not entirely solid, (Reader) believed she could feel the nude flesh sinking through her shirt, freezing her bare skin underneath.

"I'll protect you, (Reader). I don't want you to end up like me... The pain never ends."

The next two weeks flew by. (Reader) had nicknamed the spirit Lydia. She didn't get the reference and was just happy that (Reader) was calling her something other than "Hey, you". Lydia still had issues with getting too handsy every so often, but as (Reader) came to know her as a person instead of a presence she hated it less and less.

Lydia sat in (Reader's) lap as they watched television together. Her form was stronger than ever, and although she was still cold, Lydia felt like a real human next to (Reader). The connection (Reader) felt with Lydia was comforting, and she had even begun to care for her as someone more than a friend.

(Reader) unlocked the door, opening it to reveal her ex boyfriend standing on her welcome mat with a smug look on his face.

Someone pounded on the front door, banging it hard enough to shake the joints and cause the hinges to clatter. Lydia was immediately agitated, dissipating from view. (Reader) could still feel her presence though, a chill settling in the heavy air, and as she rushed to the front door it felt like she was wading through fog.

She tried to reclose the door the second she registered his face, but he used his foot to block her attempt, bulldozing his way into her new home. "That's no way to greet someone." He chastised.

Her face scrunched up in fear. "How did you find me?"

"Not easily."

(Reader) tried to hold herself steady, but she could feel her body shake with anger. "You need to leave before I call the cops."

"The cops?!" He laughed in annoyance, glancing around his ex's apartment with his hands on his hips. "Jesus Christ, you're acting like a crazy bitch."

Lydia dropped something in the bedroom, and with the crash (Reader's) ex's smile fell as well.

"Is someone here?" He started for the hallway as (Reader) panicked.

"Stop! I told you to leave!"

He burst into the bedroom, searching for whoever had made the noise. Then the door shut on it's own behind him.

"What the hell, (Reader)? Is this some kind of joke?!"

A shuttering gasp emanated from under the bed. Lydia's scarred arms slowly began to drag her body out from underneath the frame, relying on the intruder's fear to make herself visible to him. The man began shaking the handle, incapable of opening the door.

"(Reader)!"

Lydia's body cracked painfully as she stood up straight.

"(Reader! Open the door!!"

"Stop saying her name."

Whipping back around he found himself alone, the broken looking woman gone. He felt his body go numb with adrenaline. (Reader's) ex was panting, trying to figure out what kind of fucked up prank this was, and how (Reader) could have set it up. When he realized the woman was probably hiding again, he turned back to try opening the door again, only to turn face to face with wide black eyes twitching with rage. Lydia grabbed his face, her nails piercing his cheeks and jaw.

From the living room (Reader) could hear her ex scream in fear, smashing against her bedroom walls and ceiling, then silence.

The police would never find his body.

Stored deep inside the building itself, resting between concrete and steel beams, bleeding into the cement block that was Lydia's final resting place. They would never find even a drop of blood in (Reader's) home.

After the noises had ceased, (Reader) heard the door unlock, so she ran into the bedroom to greet Lydia, throwing her arms around her and kissing her gently. Lydia softly crept her hands up under (Reader's) shirt, caressing her bare back.

"I told you I would protect you."

[sparrowrye]

Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 7

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Part 7: pushing boundaries

Previous Part

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I reached down to touch the cold, soft cloud. I swayed side to side and looked under me to see my trail along the cloud's surface. I was giggly with the rush of cold air in my lungs. I loved flying.

I flapped up once then dove into the cloud. My heart lurched at the momentary blindness but I came out underneath it to see the ocean beneath me. I looked up to see Husker's bright red wings cutting through the cloud after me. Both our wings were a stark contrast of the beautiful white and blue sky.

Husker was always willing to go on a fly with me. We made it a morning routine. It gave me a lot of exercise since I had to hold up my entire body with my core. It left everything sore but in a good way.

Landing was still rough, though. I glided down and tripped over my own feet while Husker slowed enough to perch exactly where he wanted. He smiled at me, his canine tooth sticking out of his smile.

I lunged at him. He rolled on his back and threw me over with his feet. Roughhousing with him was fun, usually leading into a magic showdown. The goal was to get them the opponent on the ground for five seconds.

I never won. But I did make Husker work for it.

I landed hard on my back and let out a gasp. A few seconds later Husker came into view with a side smile. "You know you'd probably do a lot better if you actually tried to hurt me like before."

"I didn't like you before." I groaned as I pulled myself to a sitting position.

"How kind." He held his hand out and helped me to my feet. I shook my body free of dirt and looked forward to a warm shower.

As we headed back to the house, I noticed Alastor stalking from the porch again. My eyes narrowed and I kept my attention on the door. I ignored him and went upstairs to my bedroom. Ever since he corrected me in the library, I've been ignoring him entirely.

Showering was a new venture with my demon form. I had cut myself a few times with my own claws when washing my hair. It also seemed to constantly tangle around my horns if I didn't have it pulled back. Not to mention the shower was small and I had large wings. They seemed to grow with every day.

I would be meeting Rosie again tonight. I had a journal full of things to tell her. I was slowly seeing more and more memories through my dreams. They were simple scenarios, often abusive, but surely they had something hidden in them.

I followed Alastor behind the house later that evening. I hated when he grabbed me by the waist instead of the shoulders like he used to do. It infuriated me when he would snatch it back before I could shove it off myself. He usually left me at Rosie's then disappeared into the shadows.

Rosie listened to my synopsis of my dreams with amazing patience. Once I had finished, she placed her cup down and asked, "When you dream of your mother, is there a color you often see?"

I was quiet for a moment as I thought about it. "Well...I mean there's lots of red...the walls are always red or brown. But...I don't know...I think...maybe there's some deep blues?”

"Hm...interesting."

"Why?"

"Conjure up that fork in your hand for me, dearie." I focused in on the fork, unsure of how to use teleporting yet. So I did the next best thing and sent it flying into my hand. "Did you notice there was a glow on it?"

"What? A glow?"

Rosie nodded. "Try again. Watch carefully."

This time I tried moving it more slowly. I could see a faint, blue glow surrounding it as it drew near. I watched it for a long moment for looking up at Rosie for an explanation.

"I have a strong feeling that...maybe...perhaps...your mother casted the curse on you."

"What?" I looked between Rosie and the fork. "No she didn't. She was trapped in those fights just like me! She wouldn't handicap my powers like that if it was the difference between living and dying."

"Maybe she did it to protect you. In your memories, you constantly talk about looking over her shoulder. She may have hiding you."

I looked down at my black claws. "Do you think...if the curse is active, does that mean she's alive?"

"I’m afraid not, sweetheart. A curse can stay on someone until they die." She stood to put a hand on my shoulder. "What about your father? Do you have any memories of him?"

I shook my head. "I don't know what he looks like. I don't...I wouldn't know how to pick him out in my dreams. He probably died in a ring fight."

"Or perhaps he escaped. There's still hope, dearie. Let's try looking again."

Our memory search yielded nothing. Though Rosie says I've unraveled more of the curse with the practicing of magic. She reassured me that I was doing everything possible to help my case.

"How's living with Alastor?" she asked abruptly. I coughed on the tea and covered my mouth with a napkin. "Ooh, that doesn’t sound too pretty."

"It's..." I tapped my claws on the glass. "It's uh...it's something."

Rosie laughed. "Oh you sweet thing. You're being so polite. Come, tell Auntie Rosie what it's really like living with him. I know how he can be."

I held my suspicions. "He's uh...Husker and I fixed up the house together. It was practically falling apart."

"Needed a ladies touch, hm?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"How's he treating you? I'll straighten that man out if he's not treating you like the proper lady you are." My mind jumped to the library and my first escape attempt.

"He's been...alright. He seems to be impatient with me a lot."

"Goodness that man," she huffed. I noticed a shadow appear along the wall behind her. It was Alastor's shadow. "Don't worry dear, I'll tell that old man to mind his manners with you."

"Come now, I'm not that old." Alastor stepped out from behind her chair. She laughed and crossed her arms as she faced him.

"Be patient with your soulmate, Alastor. She's still learning a lot."

"Not to worry, Rosie, I've been very patient with her. Like you said, she has a lot to learn and who better to teach her than me." He casted a glare in my direction. I rubbed my sweaty palms together.

"You betta. Us girls have our own language and I'll know if you weren't being kind to such a sweet thing like her." She hugged me tightly.

"Of course, my lady," Alastor bowed his head to her. "Well, we must be heading home now." He held out his hand for me. The two taller adults watched me, waiting. I clenched my teeth and took his dark red hand. "Good day, Rosie."

"Good day, Alastor." She held the door open for us. I kept my eyes on the ground as we walked over to the scorched symbol. Rosie waved goodbye as we turned to face her. Alastor lifted my hand up and grabbed it with his other one. He placed his hand on my hip and pulled me close. My lips nearly pulled back into a snarl as he smiled down at my discomfort.

The smell of the ocean reached my nose first. My feet touched earth and I immediately shoved him away. He grabbed both my wrists and held them at his shoulder height. "Now is that anyway to treat your soulmate?"

"You surely don't know how to treat one," I snarled, letting my sharp teeth show.

"You make it difficult to with this defiance of yours." He let go of one arm to twiddle his claws in my face.

"Oh right," I scoffed, "I completely forgot. I'm not being held here against my will."

"Not anymore, you're not." He let go. "You came back willingly the night you reunited with your old master."

My tail whipped back and forth. "You're not a savior! You're anything but one. I'm perfectly capable of living on my own. Especially with my new magic."

"Magic you don't yet have control over. And a form you have yet to master for long periods of time. You wouldn't last one week as a young, naive Demon in this world."

"I'm not naive." My claws elongated and my wings grew bigger. My hands emitted a purple glow that rang along my entire body. "I learned just fine how to survive for five years on my own. I know how to handle myself!"

"Do not raise your voice at me." Red stitches appeared on the corners of his mouth and his antlers grew to the size of an elk. His body portions grew inhumanly and he towered above me in seconds. My ears flattened against my head and I bent low to the ground.

He can't kill you. He can't kill you. He can't kill you.

"I'm a human with my own free will." My voice quivered. I had yet to see him distort like this.

"You're a Demon." His arms grew even longer and his huge claws slammed down on either side of me. "A Demon without proper training on her magic. You are a danger to others and yourself." His face slowly came closer to mine. His mouth stopped moving as he spoke, instead his yellow teeth pulsing when he did.

I sprouted my wings and shot myself out from under him. He reached for me but I was too fast with my wings and wind magic. I dove backwards over the cliff and nearly fell into the sharp rocks at the bottom. I pushed myself over with wind and caught myself at the last second. Pain shot through my back at the force of the stop.

I boosted myself further away from the cliff and looked over my shoulder. My face paled at the sight of Alastor growing bigger than the house. I suddenly regretted my choice to run.

I clenched my teeth and flew higher up. I was in it now. I was a Full mage. If my magic was as untamed as he claimed, that meant I was unpredictable.

Black tentacles sprouted from his back and flew at me. I barely missed the first and the second slammed painfully into my foot. I dove down then pushed myself up into the gray clouds. The night sky would help provide cover.

At least, that's what I thought before his red eyes lifted above the clouds, sending a red light across their surfaces. His pupils were a radio dial but I knew that didn't lessen his sight. His sharp teeth appeared next.

I stopped flapping and fell back through the clouds. The tentacles were still there and came at me at inhuman speed. I couldn't evade them as they slammed into my face and chest. Fire did little and they wrapped around my legs and waist within seconds. I flapped furiously and dug my claws into their squishy skin.

The tentacles pulled me back towards the house. Alastor's terrifying figure shrunk the closer the tentacles drew me in. My flailing lessened as he returned to the state I recognized.

The tentacles pulled me in faster and he stuck out his clawed hand, enclosing around my throat. The black things unwrapped from me and pulled on my wings. My feet barely touched the ground as he held me way too close to the edge. His hand was securely under my jaw and digging into my skin so I started to bleed.

"You need to accept the fact that you will never leave this place for the rest of your life," he said with radio static behind his voice. He let me down so my feet were flat on the ground but so he could tower over me. I put one hand on his wrist and the other arm across his chest to keep him away.

"I'm growing tired of your antics. These little outbursts of yours will stop today." It was more terrifying that he was smiling through his anger. I leaned away despite the sheer drop beneath me, and he only followed never more than an inch away. "If you don't want me to treat you like a caged pet, I suggest you apologize and quit it with this delusion of yours."

His smile was wide and his breath smelled like roadkill. He dug his claws further into the wound he created, making me wince. "I'm-I'm sorry." He held me over the edge for several heartbeats. Eventually he pulled me away but didn't let get off my neck.

"I never want to hear you mention anything about leaving here, again. To me or to Husker. Do you understand?"

I wanted to cough from the way he was holding me but I held it in. The tentacles were still pulling onto my wings and pulling them painfully down. My resignation made my shoulders fall. "Perfectly."

He let go. I turned to the side to cough, clutching at my bleeding neck. I felt the wounds closing but the blood was still plastered to my skin.

"Good talk." His cane appeared in one hand and he put the other behind his back. His voice sounded chipper again. "Come, dear, let's clean you up." He held his hand out towards the house, looking at me sideways. I took a deep breath and walked past. He walked close behind me.

[starsreminisce]

The bonus chapters do provide context and throwbacks to the main books, and it's frustrating to think they wouldn't impact the overall story. After all, the ACOMAF bonus chapter cemented Nessian's relationship and added depth to their story. SJM excels at weaving these elements seamlessly. Therefore, it feels like a step backward to argue that Elain will face a choice when the bonus chapter clearly shows Azriel's feelings for her and his developing friendship with Gwyn.

Elain demonstrably showed interest in Azriel, but he rejected her. Rhys reminded Azriel that Elain and Lucien still have a bond, and Lucien has the right to defend it. Elain returned his necklace, which Azriel then gave to Gwyn.

Both ACOSF bonus chapters establish context. Azriel's chapter clarifies his sullen behavior at the solstice, and Gwyn starts calling him "Shadowsinger" after he reveals the title. Feyre's chapter explains their choice of the name Nyx for their son.

Therefore, it's confusing why SJM would regress Elain and Azriel's interactions. The bonus chapter clearly showed Azriel hurting Elain to the point of returning his gift. Additionally, it focused on his growing investment in Gwyn. Elain's book likely won't start with a love triangle involving Lucien and Azriel. The bonus chapter suggests Elain has already made her choice.

Ideally, Elain's book will explore her reasons for accepting Azriel's rejection and delve into her feelings for her true mate. Most importantly, we should see Elain stand up for herself against Azriel. This is the third time he's acted without considering her, similar to how Tomas motivated Nesta to overcome her fear.

ACOMAF Bonus Chapter:

He didn’t care. Didn’t give a shit as she rose up on her toes, her mouth nearing his— Pain exploded between his legs, knocking the breath from his chest as that gods- damned knee of hers indeed found its mark. Cassian staggered back, swearing viciously. She snorted, looking down at him as he fell on his ass into an armchair, clutching his stomach, trying to reorder his brain— “You’re all the same,” she said, imperious as the night and cold as the dawn. “Perhaps being an immortal makes you predictable.”

In ACOMAF:

I’d had one break from Cassian’s brutal training—just one morning, when he’d flown to the human realm to see if my sisters had heard from the queens and deliver another letter from Rhys to be sent to them. I assumed seeing Nesta went about as poorly as could be imagined, because my lesson the following morning was longer and harder than it’d been in previous days. I’d asked what, exactly, Nesta had said to him to get under his skin so easily. But Cassian had only snarled and told me to mind my own business, and that my family was full of bossy, know-it-all females.

In ACOSAF:

He didn’t know why the hell he cared. Why he’d bothered. Even from the start. Even after she’d kneed him in the balls that one afternoon at her father’s house.

ACOMAF Bonus Chapter:

No, she had not been with any male, Fae or human. Tomas had wanted to, and she . . . some part of her had known no future lay with him. Knew about his hateful father, and that he did nothing to prevent the man from beating his mother. She had barely let Tomas kiss her, and that day when she had ended it, he’d . . . She swallowed, shutting out the memory of what he’d said and done. The sound of her tearing dress. No—it hadn’t gone that far, but . . . The blind terror in those moments he’d tried, before she’d screamed and clawed her way free. And never told anyone. Something must have shown on her face, in her scent. Because his annoyance vanished—no, it shifted. Into something else, something . . . Rage. That’s what stilled Cassian’s face. Pure, burning rage.

In ACOSF:

Three days afterward, Nesta broke it off with Tomas. Enraged, he’d launched himself at her, pinning her against the enormous woodpile stacked along the barn wall. Spiteful whore, he’d growled. You think you’re better than me? Acting like a queen when you haven’t got shit. She’d never forget the sound of her dress tearing, the greed in his eyes as his hands pawed at her skirts, trying to raise them as he fumbled with the buckle on his belt.

[traffic-light-eyes]

lloyd hcs? i wanna hear them ALL

Oh boyyyy here we go. I think my LONG Lloyd headcanon post is still one of my top posts, so you can check that out there. I already know this is gonna take a while, so strap in. Dunno if I'll get to all of them or not because I still need content for the future, though.

He's a hungry kid. Always hungry. They don't know if he's having some belated puberty thing where he's hungry 24/7 365 or if it's just his heritage, but he's just. Starving. He gets shy about it, though, even when he knows that his friends would never belittle him because of it. He'll just shyly and slowly push his plate towards Zane and look at him with his big puppy eyes and a pout and Zane can do nothing but give him what he wants (you're spoiling him, Zane. - What would you do in that situation, Cole? He looked horribly pathetic, and I couldn’t do anything but give him another slice of pie.)

He is either chronically online or he has 0 knowledge of the internet. No in-between. For chronically online, his vocabulary mostly consists of tiktok references, and you can definitely hear Zane crying in the distance because he doesn't know what Lloyd is saying. For 0 knowledge of the internet, Jay and Kai make jokes and references to tiktok/reddit/Twitter/etc. and when Lloyd doesn't understand (and subsequently tilts his head like the adorable dragoni he is), you can hear Jay crying in the distance and the soft shushing voice from Nya as she tries to calm him down.

He will steal all shiny things. Shiny rock on the ground? Yoink. Jay left a particularly sparkly bolt on his desk? Well, it's Lloyd's now. Loose change on the counter? He'll take the shiny ones, thanks. He doesn't use the money. He just owns it. When Garmadon came back and saw his stash of sparkly things, he was like, "Ah, so you did inherit some of my genetics. I was getting a bit worried."

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't own many plushies. Just one. It's a little stuffed tiger with half-off eyes and practically tearing at the seams. Kai won it in a claw machine for him back when he was a kid, and he will not part with it nor have any alterations to it no matter what. It's his and it has survived all the fires in the monastery, the crashes of the bounty, and the angry throws at the wall when Lloyd is mad (he immediately picks it back up and cries for throwing it). He remembers each mark, each missing patch of fur, every scratch on it stupid beaded eyes, and he treasures it. Because his brother got it for him.

He bought Jay a Hatsune Miku body pillow.

He's not a very good gift-giver, actually. If it was December, and he was tasked with some white elephant something he would perish at the spot. So, to combat that, he buys trinkets and things that remind him of his friends or things that he thinks that they'd like, and during the holiday or birthday, all he has to do is stuff it in a bag and put a bow on it. During the missions where they miss the holiday/birthday or if they're not close to his stash of presents, he gets really upset because he can't show them how much he loves them because nothing nothing can compare to the year of scouring shops and finding that cute little spoon engraved with Zane's initials that he found in a thrift store.

More of the gift giving: he's bad at showing affection or just verbally saying that he loves his friends, so he does the neurodivergent thing of just. Giving them pretty rocks or, like, soda tabs. Cole was horribly touched by the rocks, and now he has a shelf full of Lloyd rocks. Sometimes, to calm down, Lloyd and Cole paint the rocks. There's a cute collection of ninja look-alike rocks sitting next to their photos. When Lloyd was younger and everyone started gunning for his affection, Kai got a bunch of jars and wrote everyone's names on them. The person with the most soda tabs by the end of the year would have won the "Lloyd's favorite" award. The thing is, though, they never stopped doing it. When Pixal joined the crew, she was surprised to find herself a jar with her name on it with a purple soda tab.

Speaking of Pixal- a little after she joined, she realized that Lloyd had not finished school. When she had asked about it, she was told Wu was teaching him. She searched more to find out exactly what he was being taught. Lo and behold, it was exclusively ninja things or ancient, ancient history. And much to Lloyd's annoyance, she immediately stormed up to him and got him learning some algebra. She was not going to let him live his life without schooling. When she realized that he was having a lot of trouble with high school mathematics (because she had assumed that he was in the highschool age), she slyly went lower and lower in the education scale just to see where he left off. She was horrified to find he had not exceeded 5th grade math. No more than 5 minutes after his daily lesson, all of them (save Lloyd) had a nice, long conversation about his age and his schooling. She made it her life duty that Lloyd became one of the smartest gosh darned people in Ninjago.

On a lighter note, Jay and Nya sometimes have robot battles for fun. But. Not aggressive or combat related. They make robots do silly tasks like planting a flower or making a sandwich. They always make Lloyd judge who did it better because he has 0 clue the mechanics behind it, and he doesn't pick favorites. (Even if he's not trying to be his father anymore, he loves stirring up chaos by making each of them never truly beat each other by a lot)

He had a lisp as a kid. He didn't know it at the time, but it was because his mouth was unfamiliar with his sharp teeth. It makes him speak funny. For a while, he just didn't speak at all because he was embarrassed when the other darkleys kids made fun of him. He toughened out, though, and sat in his room, reading out loud to himself (occasionally with his kind roommate and friend Brad helping him) to correct his speech. To this day, he sometimes messes up words because he doesn't have proper speech therapy. But it's just another cute Lloyd thing to the team.

Mkay. I only did a few for just in case someone else asks for Lloyd stuff

[soleminisanction]

“I made him bring me, y’know.”

Steph jolted awake, the uncanniness of hearing her own voice make words she’d never spoken jarring down her spine. She was in the Batcave, or rather, in one of the small containment cells that, in her world, would’ve been reserved for when someone was dosed with fear gas or some other unknown substance in the field. She doubted that was their purpose here. 

Her bruised throat throbbed. It ached with pain from the day before, when the man who was and wasn’t Dick—the one who called himself ‘Renegade’—had choked her out during the surprise attack his awful mirrorverse crime family had sprung on their world. She didn’t think anything was broken, or at least not too badly, but it was all so swollen she could barely speak, and what little she could manage was agonizing. 

Her opposite number probably knew that, of course. She sat now on the opposite side of the glass door, mirroring the position Steph had taken against the wall to catch what sleep she could. Their faces were identical, their bodies a perfect match. Their costumes shared a color scheme, though Owl-Spoiler’s had more of a medieval bandit aesthetic overall and considerably more silver, especially the razor sharp silver claw rings she wore over her gloves on all ten fingers. 

These, she drummed against a cocked knee as she continued speaking, keeping up a mocking air of casual conversation. “I’m not exactly standard deployment on these ‘away’ missions. There’s a reason I’m in here, guarding you, instead of out picking fights right now. My talents lie much more in the realm of… subterfuge. Subversion. Spoiling other people’s plans.”

She chuckled at her own joke. Steph pulled her knees in more tightly and hid a scowl behind her crossed arms.

“But I had to be a part of this one. I even spent some of the blackmail I keep in my back pocket to make sure Owlman kept me involved. You want to know why?” The Owl tilted her head onto her shoulder, regarding Steph coldly, her blue eyes icy and unblinking. “It’s because I hate you.” 

The raw truth of the word plunged into Steph’s stomach like a block of ice. Owl-Spoiler rolled up onto one knee and loomed over her counterpart, the gloom of the cave casting her face in shadow. Yet her eyes remained clear, unblinking, as though they were shining. 

“I hated you the moment I saw you. You remind me of him.” 

Didn’t take a genius to guess who she meant. She began to slowly drag her claws down the glass.

“You know the thing I hate most about my father? He cared more about ‘serving and protecting’ total strangers than ever did about his own family. He even made sure they arrested the guys who shot Mom.” The claws dug in, leaving marks in the glass and making their shrieks even louder. “He spent my entire life putting everything and everyone in this miserable, broken, worthless shithole of a city before me, and he wasn’t even doing it for a good reason. He didn’t actually care about people, only that he got to be their hero. That everyone could finally see how good and smart he was.”

Her lips curled and she looked at Steph like she was something disgusting she’d just scraped off the bottom of her boot. “You might have my face. But I can tell: you’re exactly like him.” 

Aching throat or no, Steph lifted her head to snap back, to shut the bitch and her bullshit down, but before she could form the words Spoiler slammed her fist into the glass barrier so hard it startled Steph into lurching back. 

“Don’t try to deny it!” the Owl snarled. “I know you. I am you.” 

Stephanie stared at herself, at this twisted reflection with only a pane of bulletproof glass between them, and tried to tell herself that it—she—didn’t know what she was talking about. That it was all a trick, a lie, a mistake.

The Owl regarded her coldly for a moment more, then sniffed and rose to her feet. 

“I’m probably too narcissistic to actually kill you. But trust me, when I get the okay, I’m going to make you wish you were dead.” She adjusted her cape and turned on her heel, leaving Steph with a dismissive little finger-wriggle of farewell. “Don’t get too comfortable. The boys’ll be home any time now.”

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(Why yes I am still thinking about the better version of Earth-3 Steph that could've been, as if it wasn't obvious.)

[tamlindudley]

Hello.

His brows narrowed as he studied the markings. “Feyre—” “I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled. ... Tamlin’s fingers traced the marks of my tattoo. “We’ll find a way out of this,” he murmured, and his hand traveled up my arm to rest on my shoulder. He opened his mouth, and I knew what he would say—the subject he would try to broach ... I couldn’t talk about it, about them—not yet. So I breathed “Later.” ... “Later,” he echoed, and leaned down to kiss me. - ACOTAR

I knew similar dreams chased him from his slumber as often as I fled from mine. The first time it had happened, I’d awoken—tried to speak to him. But he’d shaken off my touch, his skin clammy, and had shifted into that beast of fur and claws and horns and fangs. He’d spent the rest of the night sprawled across the foot of the bed, monitoring the door, the wall of windows. He’d since spent many nights like that. Curled in the bed, I pulled the blanket higher, craving its warmth against the chill night. It had become our unspoken agreement—not to let Amarantha win by acknowledging that she still tormented us in our dreams and waking hours. - ACOMAF

Anyway. Tamlin was very much ready to talk in ACOTAR. Apparently that changed in ACOMAF which, okay whatever, but then Feyre just decided it was an unspoken agreement instead of talking about it at all? Like girl, you have the balls to say he did nothing when you said you don't wanna talk about it multiple times and then see your fiancé in this state and don't start a conversation about it the next day when he's out of his panicked state? Like, what did she do that she's able to blame him? I think its safe to say if Feyre refused to talk multiple times and never mentioned his panicked behaviour again, Tamlin taking it as she's still not ready to talk makes sense? But also like how can she know so much about how badly he's handling Amarantha and still conclude later that he wants to hurt her? That he is her abuser??? Instead of realizing that he's suffering as much mentally? Feyre has lost her mind dude, that's the only explanation.

Bye.

[mallowkingdom]

Mallow Kingdom

Important notes: Instead of the "star" suffix clans normally use, Mallow Kingdom uses Gem! meaning star is a totally acceptable prefix and suffix in this clan :]

Mallow Kingdom was founded by Queen Auburngem After she felt she was meant for something greater. Her eloquent speaking skills allowed her to easily gather cats together to start her new kingdom.

Mallow Kingdom is located inside a large crystal cave; The cats of Mallow Kingdom use these crystals to adorn their pelt, both as decorations and to show their status in the kingdom.

cats of Mallow Kingdom:

Queen Auburngem:

The founder of Mallow Kingdom, and the current queen. she is ambitious, creative and snobbish; she left her previous Kingdom to begin her own when she decided she was meant for something greater. the idea of wearing crystals upon their pelts was her idea, and she also created the collar that she wears and will pass down to her heir. She is clever and an eloquent speaker; she used this to her advantage to gather cats from her travels to create her new kingdom. She is also her house head.

Bramblesplash:

Bramblesplash is Queen Auburngems mate, making her royalty. She's loving and loves to tell stories to anyone who will listen, especially the kits. she's often found looking after the heirs, even though the consort is supposed to take care of that. she enjoys to read as well as telling stories, and is creative, just like her wife. she keeps a satchel with her to collect anything interesting she comes across, like crystals, rocks, bones, sticks or any other interesting item she finds.

Graykit:

Graykit is Queen Auburnstar and Bramblesplash's daughter, and one of Queen Auburnstar's heirs. She looks up to Bramblesplash a lot, and loves to listen to her stories. She's impulsive and tries to follow in her parents footsteps by creating art pieces around the walls of their home.

These guys are too young for me to have figured out their personality but! the rest of her kits, born recently :)

Queen Auburngem's house sigil:

this links to royalty and the crystals they use to portray their status. the blue background of the sigil links to the families tendency to be smart and use their heads rather than their claws.

Foggytuft:

technically the consort but shes more of a companion to Queen Auburnstar; she advises her in certain decisions and takes on a babysitter role to her heirs, with help from Queen Auburnstar's mate, Bramblesplash. She has a loving personality and loves to teach Auburnstar's heirs.

Plumenewt:

Foggytuft's mate; They are a retired soldier and despite being retired can still often be found training with the other soldiers, or, telling them what to do. They're very set in their beliefs and think that their way to do anything is the right way, and will make sure you know that.

also their kits :)

Foggytuft's house sigil:

The light colours are used to portay a feeling of calmness; linking to the families more loving attitude, While the sharp feather links to their strength.

Jaggedrun:

jaggedrun is a really tired single dad to his two kids (hopefern and flareswipe) and is also trying to manage a whole town at the same time. poor guy needs a break. His mate (unknown) died not long after their kits were born, and he's had to manage everything by himself ever since. he loves his kits but with looking after them and his town, hes tired!!!

Hopefern and Flareswipe:

Hopefern (left) and Flareswipe (right) theyre sisters and are the same age, however hopefern had her warrior ceremony first due to excelling at every task. Theyre inseperable and are both confident; if you see one without the other something is seriously wrong and you should call for help immediately. Hopefern enjoys to paint, and flareswipe enjoys sewing plushies; Flareswipe almost always has her mouse plushie her mother made for her before she died with her.

Jaggedrun's house sigil:

the black background links to strength and confidence. the yellow claw marks link to their strength and optimism, as well as their ability to overcome their weaknesses.

Bearspeckle:

hes ambitious, bloodthirsty and a little paranoid. He enjoys fighting and training his soldiers and, although he pretends he doesnt, enjoys collecting herbs and flowers for his wife, Siltthud. He worries a lot about their kingdom and worries that they wont have enough experienced soldiers should war break out, although all of HIS soldiers are incredibly strong and powerful of course.. its the other house's soldiers that he has to worry about. totally.

Siltthud:

Siltthud, bearspeckles mate; She collects flowers, herbs and crystals, which, when shes not busy with her job as doctor, she turns into paint and dyes that she sells to the other cats in the kindgom as a side job. she also dabbles in making and dyeing clothes when she has the time. Shes incredibly charismatic and well liked by the cats in the kingdom, which she uses to her advantage when shes working in her shop.

Bearspeckles House sigil:

the symbol links to the families knowledge of healing, while the red background links to their ability in battle.

[ohtobeleah]

Leah, hear me out:

Mickey and scratching (think picking out his favorite color and having them paint it on your nails and him going feral and begging you to scratch him)

😳 i think i need to take a shower now bye

Oh and it gets even better when you’re on annual leave and can actually have acrylic nails!

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut Ahead.

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“Holy fucking christ–” Hangmans eyes are wide as they can possibly go when hes turning around to see Fanboy pealing his standard issue black T-shirt up over his head. The group had just finished for the day, hitting the showers before heading back to their respective homes. “What the fuck happened to you!?”

“Jesus–” Rooster to crooning, smirking as he dips his head to hide his indecent thoughts. “Mickey, it looks like you've been mauled by a rabid dog.” There's deep red raw lines trailing up and down the expanse of his back. Littered with tight muscles. The sweat he’d worked up from today's session only made the memories of last night even more vivid in his mind as he tried to focus on the drills they'd been running. But it was no use, not when he knew you were at home, enjoying your annual leave time with that pretty baby blue colour painted onto the acrylics you'd gotten.

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“Ohhh fuck!!” Mickey swore up and down that if he had been standing? His knees would have buckled and given out beneath him as your nails dug into the muscular flesh of his back. “Shit—yeah you like that huh sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop, please Mickey don’t st—stop!” The way you dragged your acrylics down his exposed back as you clung to him, biting at his shoulder to stifle your moans as he drove his length between your velvet walls, had Mickey Garcia hissing at the painful delight. Your act had your husband hearing colours and seeing sounds. “Baby—baby harder.” When you asked for Mickey to rail you just a little more he wasn’t sure he could, purely because of the way you were already raking his back to the point of drawing blood as he held himself above you. The headboard smacking against the wall.

“I got you sweetheart I got you—“ There’s a brief window of time that Mickey contemplates if he can handle you digging your nails into him any harder than you already are—but then he catches a glimpse at your o face and he’s suddenly in heaven with all the will power and determination to be your designated scratching post for the rest of his life: “You want me to go a little faster huh?”

“Yeah—wanna be fucked dumb.” Holy shit holy shit holy shit you’ve never sounded so hot. This annual leave had really helped you relax a little.

“I can do that sweetie.” Mickeys leaning down to take your lips hostage with his own. Thrusting into you at a merciless pace. With the change of pace comes a gasp that escapes from the depths of your soul that had Mickeys orgasm pooling at the base of his shaft. “Ohhh fuck baby, scratch me—“

“Huh?” You’re asking when you wrap your legs around the small of his waist. Using your heels to draw him in closer and closer.

“Claw the shit out of my back baby, I’m so fucking close.” It’s damn near painful the way Mickey is whining, but he grits his teeth as he fucks you feral and sweat drips from his curls down into your chest. “Ahhh fuck!” You’re drawing blood, pulling him down onto your chest as he exhales a guttural moan so pornographic it puts Owen Grey to shame.

The marks are still there the next morning, swollen and red raw for his fellow aviators to witness when he’s getting ready for a shower.

“Y/n got acrylics—“ Is all he says to explain himself. Rooster looks at Phoenix with a raised eyebrow. She just groans in response and hits his chest.

“Don’t even think about it Bradshaw—“

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Strictly Scandalous // Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

[cowgurrrl]

Eight

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: The end of the beginning. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to continue this story or took the time to read and support this weird idea.

Summary: “Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.” - David Foster Wallace [2.2k]

Warnings: if you’ve read this far, you know what to expect

You bury Jane outside the walls on a hill overlooking the QZ. The same hill where you hid with her when the Outbreak happened. You can see everything from up here. The sky stretches infinitely beyond the horizon, and you can see where nature has reclaimed what used to be your hometown. This hill reminds you of the one near your old apartment building where she used to roll down the grassy knoll until her clothes were stained and muddy. She would've liked finally being outside of the QZ, you think as your hand rests on the freshly dug earth, protecting her better than you ever could. 

"Y'know, I named you after one of the kindest people I've ever known," you say into the air, looking at the sunset. "I don't think I ever told you about her, but you would've liked her. She was tough and consistent. She's one of the only people who was nice to me when I was a kid. It seemed like the right thing to do, naming you after her. I still stand by it. Jane's my favorite name now." You catch yourself waiting for questions or thoughts that never come. You listen for her voice in the rustling of leaves or the distant sounds of the QZ. You've never felt more alone than you do right now. 

"I was gonna get you out of here. I was gonna take you somewhere far away and let you run around and be loud without worrying about anything. You were gonna get to be a kid. I was gonna make things better for you," you sniffle. "And I'm so sorry I couldn't do that for you, sweet girl. I tried so fucking hard, and it wasn't enough, and I," your voice catches in your throat. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." 

You tell her stories from when she was a baby, like how she couldn't fall asleep unless she was snuggling on your chest and how you still can't believe she was ever small enough to fit her entire body in your two hands. You tell her the good stories from your childhood, the ones you were too scared to even look at, let alone say aloud. You tell her the truth about her dad, how you wish he could've been better for her, and how you tried your best not to make his absence a hole in her life. You tell her everything.

You don't leave her even after the sun dips below the horizon. You can't go back to that empty apartment with the three fucking chairs and bedroom reserved for her. You can't keep living in a stale memorial for people you should've died for. You were too late, too slow, too stupid to save Adam and Jane. Why should you get to live there when neither of them does? You've been trying to gather information from different people on what happened that day, who set the bomb off, who killed your daughter, and a handful of others, including Mrs. Carmichael, as a form of repentance. You can't bring them back, but you can kill the people who took them from you. 

You don't know how long you've been sitting there when a twig snaps next to you, and you point your gun toward the sound. "It's just me," Owen says, stepping out from the shadows with raised hands. You sigh and lower your weapon, your body slumping against the tree as he gets closer. He's unarmed and out of uniform, a gray shirt stretching across his shoulders. You let him settle on the ground a few feet away, his boots crushing wildflowers under the soles. 

"D'you have information for me?" You ask, not even looking at him. He freezes, and it's enough of an answer. "Whose bomb was it?"

"Fireflies." He mumbles, his voice gravelly. You lift your head to find him staring out at the QZ. People have been on edge since the bomb exploded, as they should be. The fighting between FEDRA and the Fireflies has been ramping up. Nobody's been sleeping with gunshots firing and people barking orders all night. Still, if FEDRA could hold onto any idea of normalcy, that they are the good guys, they would. 

"If I find out you're lying to me-"

"Jesus, who else do you think it was? You really think FEDRA is dropping bombs on schools?" 

"You guys certainly aren't known for your empathy," you snap and immediately regret it. He let you go to her when you found her despite the earth still rattling under your feet. He helped you get Jane out of the QZ. He offered to help you bury her. You know he's not heartless, but he's still one of them. You clear your throat and take a shaky breath. "I'm going after the Fireflies."

"They'll kill you."

"Then I'll take as many as I can down with me." You say, and he says your name, shaking his head.

"We're already doing an investigation. Just let us handle it."

"Like you handled the bombings? Or the daily shootouts? Or the fucking Infected?" You ask. "I'm not burying anyone else, so you can tell me what you know about where the Fireflies are holed up or stay out of my way." 

"Or what?" He asks. You pull your gun and level it at his head, cocking it in half a second. His Adam's apple bobs, and you catch the slight tremble of his hands, but he doesn't move. Your hands, however, are steady as you grip the metal.  

"Wanna keep asking stupid ass questions?" You ask, and he shakes his head. "If you don't know anything, that's fine. I'll get what I need. But don't come here and act like you don't know exactly what I can do. Remember your weapons dealer?"

"He was a security risk." He swallows thickly, and you laugh.

"One you were too chicken shit to take care of yourself, right? Couldn't even tell Lee the truth about why you wanted him gone." 

"You're right. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear? You're right," he says. "Just... please put the gun down."

"I'm going after the Fireflies, and if you or any of your buddies try to stop me, I'll put a bullet in your head so fucking fast, it'll give you whiplash. Do you understand me?"

"Y... yes," he manages. You adjust your grip on your gun and lower it, but don't flip the safety. You're not a threat, you're saying. But I am. He gets the silent message and stands, showing you his empty hands once he's at his full height. His eyes jump from yours to the mound of dirt next to you, tears shining against the steel gray after a few seconds. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry for what happened. I wish I could've done something to save her." 

His words take you right back to the rubble outside her school when people were screaming with pain or grief. You swear you can smell the smoke and ash hanging in the air. You can see the caved-in front door, the blown-out windows, and how the broken glass twinkled in the street. You can feel her weight in your arms. Your face stings and you reach for Jane but only feel the cool soil. He's still staring at you, but you don't meet his eyes. 

"If you're really sorry, you'll stay the fuck out of my way," you say, the words cutting your tongue as you speak them. "I'd hate for you to become collateral, too."

2010

Your knuckles are bloody and bruised, and you can feel the bones in your hand creaking under the weight of your punches, but you can't stop. Not when you're this close. The man under you is shaking, and tears streak over the blood on his cheeks. The tape around his wrists has come undone, but he doesn't move to stand or defend himself. Not when his shoulder is dislocated. You crouch in front of him where he's spitting blood, and he slumps against the wall with a defeated look.

"Where is she?" You ask.

"Why should I tell you? You're gonna kill me either way."

"Oh, I'm not that nice," you say. "If you don't tell me, I'll just tie you up and leave you here. The next Firefly I find will get to hear all about how you cracked and told me about their safe houses. We both know how they feel about traitors." One of the few good things to come out of you tracking the Fireflies for so long is that you know how they operate. Not only that, you know how they punish those who step out of line. For all their righteous talk, they're no better than FEDRA. "And once I tell them exactly where I left you, they'll come here and make you wish I had wasted a bullet on you. Then, I get to start all over with another one of your stupid fucking recruits. Might even grab one of the ones you brainwashed." 

He mumbles something like, "Please, don't," and shakes his head. He drops his chin to his chest and cries for a few seconds, making you roll your eyes, but you don't rush him. They all do this.

"And if I tell you?" He asks, lifting his gaze to you, and you pull your gun from your backpack. You pull the slide, clicking the bullet into place, and shrug despite his whimpering.

"I make it quick for you. Won't even feel it." 

"Please, just let me go," he begs, and you suck your teeth. "I won't t... tell anyone I saw your face. Please."

"I'm losing patience here, Danny boy." You say, reaching for the knife you threw to the side about an hour ago. 

"No, please! I have a daughter!" He yells suddenly, and you hesitate, the knife's bloodied handle slicking your palm. He seems to realize the effect of his words because he keeps going. "She's… she's three. Her name is Harley. She needs me." Strangely, you smile and slide your knife into your backpack as you stare at him. 

"I have a kid, too," you say, and his eyes brighten just enough to tell you he thinks he has a sliver of a chance. "She's ten, but she acts like she's sixteen, and she really loves music. I mean, she could just dance to it all day long. Or, at least, she would," You bite the inside of your cheek. "She would if you hadn't thrown a bomb into her fucking school building and killed her. June 2nd, 2008, does that sound familiar to you? Hm?" You ask, pressing the gun to his forehead. 

"It-it was an accident. Someone misread orders and," he sobs. "Please."

"Where's Marlene?" You ask, but all he does is cry. You give him ten seconds before you shoot his shoulder. "Where's Marlene, Daniel?" You ask again as he claws at the bullet wound, trying to stave off the bleeding. Twenty seconds. Another bullet, this time through his knee. "Where is Marlene?!" 

"B…Boston! Boston! She's in Boston!" He finally relents, and you sit back on your heels. "She has... a system of people there. If you find one of them, you can find her." You've let yourself believe a lot of lies, but this is not one of them. She's in Boston. The woman who gave the orders to detonate a bomb inside her school is in Boston. You can get there. You can do that. You have to. There's no other choice. You give Daniel one last look before shooting him. 

Suddenly, the building is silent, and the only thing you can focus on are the plans overflowing in your mind. If you leave tonight, you can make it to Boston in a month. Maybe three if you get caught up in raids or with Infected. Whatever. It doesn't matter. You can make it. You leave Daniel and the blood and gore to pack your things. The next few hours are a blur. You're clearing out your caches and stuffing bands and bands of cards into your backpack. You don't say goodbye to Lee or your neighbors or anyone. 

The only person you tell your plan to is buried under a big tree on a hill overlooking the QZ. She's the only one you say goodbye to. She's the only one you still care about. She's the last shred of your life before the world ended, and you're leaving her behind. 

One last time, you pick her wildflowers and leave them at her grave with a strained, "I love you." One last time, you kiss your hand and press it into the earth like it'll penetrate the ground and land on her forehead. One last time, you stand over her, and you walk away, hoping that the view from here is enough to absolve you of everything you've done wrong. Hoping you did at least one thing right by her. Hoping love is a good enough excuse for all the horror.

[shrimshrim4fun]

Hello! Hope your having a good day/night! Whenever you have time (no rush I know how busy life can be for people) can you write dating headcanons for Uni of Path to Nowhere? nsfw too please if you're comfortable with it. If not just cute headcanons with her is just as lovely too ^^

Thank you!!

No problem, I don’t know her that well but I’ll try my best ><

SFW

- She is the definition of “I hate everyone but you” she is aloof and snarky toward everybody else but you. She loves you to the moon and back, some could say it’s an over-obsession.

- Even though she has obsessive-compulsive disorder. She tires her best to not freak out when you accidentally move/touch her stuff without permission. Though you know and try your best to avoid moving her stuff by accident.

- Enjoys having sweets with you. It warms her heart if you come to her cell with a various of sweets arranging from different types of candy.

- Loves staring at you. It’s not anything creepy but you’re just too pretty for her not to stare.

- Mostly listens to everything you say. Sometimes leaves a comment here and there but enjoys listening to you.

- Surprisingly gets jealous really quick. She’s not the type to socialize but hates it when anyone gets too close to you and then she’ll step in. Wrapping a hand around your waist and glaring at whoever it was.

- She’s a bit shy to admit it but she likes to wear your accessories. Usually earrings or necklaces, she likes wearing it because it reminds her that your with her.

- Enjoys it if you fiddle with her hair. It’s calming to her if you guys are just laying there and your hand is combing through her hair.

- If you compliment her she’ll give a small nod or “Thanks” But in the inside her stomach is doing a flip, it might be small but it’s there. She doesn’t get compliments often but it’s a nice change.

- Compliments you a lot, especially your eyes. Gives very vast descriptions about them. Like old English talk 💀

- Once you joked about her giving you a cosmetic surgery. She frowned and told her “Nonsense, you don’t need one. How did that pop into your head?” You were a bit startled at her reaction and tell her “Don’t you tell everyone else that?” She tilted her head at you and said “But you aren’t just anyone, you’re mine. Also they’re ugly and you’re not.” She scoffed.

- Very protective of you that it might be a bit overbearing at times. Though it’s mostly because she hasn’t really relied on anybody since her sister’s disappearance. In public she likes to keep you close, a hand around you or linking pinkies. And in private she likes to hold you in her arms.

NSFW

- She mostly serves as a top. It depends on her mood. Like one day she can be very tough and then next it’s soft and slow.

- She likes to be in any position that she can see your face. The way your cheeks turn red and tears rolling down your eyes keep her going.

- You guys have done it in front of a mirror…. More than once or twice.

- Likes degrading you and calls you her “little slut” Likes degrading you in general compared to praise.

- Jealous sex happens quite a lot. She sees you hanging out with you a lot because prepared to not walk tomorrow.

- She’s possessive that she enjoys marking you to a certain point. Especially at your thighs and back. She also enjoys you clawing at her shoulders or back.

- Queening happens a lot. You sitting on her face and rolling your hips against her mouth. +1 cause she can also see your face :D

- One thing I’ve been thinking is shower sex with her? Idk it seems right. Your legs locking around her head as you’re pressed against the wall and your hand tugging at her hair.

- Lots and lots of cuddling afterward. She likes to feel you close, as you finally come down from your high. You also get some soft praises and compliments.

I don’t know her at all but I tried my best 😞

[versegm]

You didn't think you'd see the gardens of Avalon ever again.

Though, you didn't think you'd see Avalon ever, period, because only the innocent may pass and you have long crossed that bridge. But you were wrong the first time, and it seems like you are wrong once more, waking up in a field of blooming flowers. 

This is a dream, of course. Which doesn't make it any less real, mind you (you have a hard time telling dreams and reality apart these days) but that also means that you can jump on your feet way faster than you would have when awake. Having no joint pain carrying over will do that to a man.

"Alright," you wonder out loud, "where I am?"

Surprisingly, you don't see Merlin's tower. You don't see much of anything at all, really. Flowers, flowers, a little cottage, and oh, wouldn't you guess it! More flowers.

That cottage is intriguing though, so you head that way. The closer you get, the odder it looks. It has been painted with bright colors, mirroring the flower field around it. The painter was obviously very passionate... and very unskilled. Though, to their defense, painting on walls made of literal swords slot into one another cannot be easy.

You knock, twice. At the absence of response, you open the door and walk in. Similarly, the interior was clearly decorated by someone who wanted it to be cute, but had nothing but swords to work with. There's a wardrobe (made of swords,) a kitchen table (also swords,) a bed (with, thank god, a regular mattress) and-

someone rests on that bed. They turn to look at you as you step in. Half-awake, disheveled, it takes you a second to recognize that they have your face.

"Hello!" You greet them with a smile. It's not your first time meeting another one of you. You might as well be polite. "Sorry for barging in, I-"

The figure jumps on all four, bares their teeth, and launches themself at you.

You flinch back, more by reflex than intent, barely dodging the snap of their jaws. You hurriedly step back, heartrate quickening. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're three steps away from the door. If you throw a gandr at them, it might buy you some time-

The person tries to bite you again, snarling- only to be abruptly stopped mid-jump.

They have a collar. They have a collar, wrapped tight around their neck. They have a collar, and a leash, a thick chain keeping them tied to the bed.

They snarl at you, growl and spit like an animal, not a single word coming out of their mouth. They flail their arms wildly, trying to claw at you with long nails.

They don't reach you. A firm hand closes around your collar, and jerks you away from their reach.

"Ritsuka," speaks a soft voice, "I told you. If you want to bite, bite this."

The person who pulled you away from the mad dog extends an arm forward. Your other self wastes no time; they grab that arm, pulls it forward, and sink their teeth in the flesh. The person doesn't so much as flinch.

Instead, she turns to look at you, and smiles. "Hello to you too, Ritsuka." Says Artoria Avalon. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

You don't know what to say. You don't know how to even begin to process this. 

While you stand dumbstruck, Artoria steps forward. Your other self moves to bite her closer to the elbow. Her pale skin is littered in red teeth mark, you notice. This isn't the first time happened.

"It's okay," she says, calm as ever, as she wraps her other arm around the stranger wearing your face. "It's okay, Ritsuka. It's just me."

Her words must stir something inside of them, because they let go of her arm. There is a small, pitiful whine, and then they start licking at the bite mark.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it." She raises a hand to pet their hair. "It doesn't hurt that much anyways. Your jaws aren't that strong, Ritsuka."

You swallow hard. "What... what happened to them?"

Artoria doesn't even turn to look at you. "Wouldn't you know best?"

You do. Of course you do. If you have learned anything from this baseball game, it's this: for every one of your success, there is a version of you who fails. This one- this is the one who chose to forget the horrors they've seen. "This is the one who chose to be an animal."

That gets Artoria to looks at you, glaring with all her might. "Don't speak of them like that. Don't speak of yourself like that." A slight pause. And then, in a calmer tone: "They're human. You're human. They just... forgot about that, for now."

"Do you think they can remember?"

"They recognize me, don't they?" And surely, they must; why else would they press themself against Artoria so? Why else would they try to soothe the bites they gave? "I found them wandering between timelines, hurt and alone. They are no longer hurt. I won't let them be alone. I will help them be human again. They will be okay. I will make sure of it."

"Do you even know what that means, to be human?" She's a fairy, and a sword, and a star so bright you want to hold her in your palms even as she burns your skin away. Doesn't she have enough of a burden to carry? Why saddle herself with you?

"I know you, if nothing else. And what are you, if not a human?"

You are unsure of many things. You don't believe that you are innocent. You don't believe that you are sane. You don't believe that you are a good person at all, really.

But human. That, yes. That, you're certain you are.

"Thank you," you tell her, on the behalf of the you who has yet to remember how to speak. "Sorry for the bites. They must hurt."

"I told you. It's alright. I don't mind." She smiles, at you, at them, at Ritsuka Fujimaru. "I am your sword. I will never let you be alone. I will never let any of you be alone, Ritsuka."

[yanderu-deredere]

Your drabble about Liam, Fujio, Ryouta, and Ryuu reacting to darling's past joke confessions was AMAZING. You knocked it out of the park!!! Got me giggling and kicking my feet ehe. Continuation with the same bois: Darling and said yandere are enjoying the loving couple life these past few months with the occasional outings and dates ignoring those red flags darling is colourblind. But a challenger approaches! The yanderes' past fling blatantly flirts with them in front of darling.

Before the yandere can intervene, darling squares up. Darling drapes herself on their arm possessively while sweetly threatening extreme violence. Something like "He's spoken for. Fuck off or I'll stab your eye with this pen to make soup, okay~" The pen clicks. The past fling runs/yandere chases them away before things escalate. Darling happily asks the yandere, "Why are you staring, baby?? I belong to you and you belong to me just like you said! I'm responding to your passionate love with all my might!" they've awakened a sleeping beast with this one HELP jashlsjksdfkjbsd. Focusing on the wrong things type of darling.

a/n: IM SO GLAD THAT SO MANY OF YOU LIKED THAT POST SM lmaooo this is like the third ask ive gotten abt it!! ofc kudos to the requester too lol! and i absolutely love love this sequel!

warning: female reader as requested, descriptions of violence

liam arieh ★ profile

"Liammy!"

The arm around your waist tightened considerably as Liam started trying his best to walk faster. He knew taking you around the block for dinner wasn't the best idea and, yet, he'd let your puppy dog eyes win him over.

Now look at where that brought him.

"Liam!" The shrill voice seemed to only get more shrill and, before Liam could consider doing anything else, someone latched onto his free arm "Where you going?"

"I'm with my wife." Liam answered snappily though there was a dark smile on his face as he snatched his arm back. The girl had gripped it hard enough that she left claw marks. Disgusting.

"Wh-Who is this, Liam?" You buried yourself into his side, sweet confused eyes staring up at him.

Liam felt his blood turn cold. He'd dealt a little with your self-confidence (or lack thereof) so he'd hoped that you were better now. He worried that wasn't the case and that you'd mistake this situation for something it really wasn't.

He'd slept around before, yes, but they'd never meant anything. Nobody did until he met you.

Liam quickly opened his mouth, desperately wanting to explain though he tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. Before he could, though, the stupid girl on his other side spoke up.

"Oh, are you Liam's flavor of the week? I was last month's, you know." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, her voice grating on both Liam's and yours patience. "Though I don't think that'll matter since you won't last long."

Laim felt anger flare in him. His blood practically boiled at her words. He was about to push her aside when you suddenly swept up, pushing her yourself. Hard. Hard enough that she fell and hit her head on the brick wall behind her.

Then, you stepped over, tucking your hair behind your ear almost demurely as you crouched a little over Liam's ex's body "Well, I think you won't last long if I bashed your head into this wall any harder, hmm?"

"Don't touch things that don't belong to you and we won't have a problem." You added as you leaned a bit closer, as if telling her a secret. Then, you straightened and dusted yourself.

Liam had watched every single second of what you'd done and the hot blood in his veins immediately turned from anger to lust. He wrapped his arms around your waist, quickly pulling you to him and pressing a hard kiss against your temple.

"That's my girl."

You just preened in the face of his affection, soft smile on your face "That's right. I'm yours and you're mine."

"So, next time someone comes near you, don't let them." You pouted, huffing a little and crossing your arms.

He just chuckled "Now where'd this demanding angel come from?"

"You told me you love me, right? I'm just returning that love tenfold!" You looked up at him, cheek pressing against his collar and your hands going over his hands

Liam just laughed and thanked whatever higher power was out there that they sent you right to him.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Ever since the two of you got together, Fujio refused to let you leave his sight. Though you reassured him multiple times that you loved him and wouldn't go anywhere, he still dragged you around.

This time, he'd dragged you to his gym. While he was working out, you were just sitting on a nearby bench, observing the way his glistening muscles seemed to flex and un-flex as he lifted up heavy barbells.

Just as he'd finished his last one, some woman suddenly ran across the whole gym and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him tight "Fujio!"

He'd grunted and let the barbell clatter to the ground with a heavy thud. Already, blood seemed to heat in his veins. He didn't like it when people ambushed him from his blind spots.

Momentarily, Fujio imagined what it’d be like to lift the barbell in front of him and wack this woman with it. He doubted you’d like the blood though so, he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge. “Let go of me.”

She at least seemed to realise that he was serious because she let go immediately, a nervous expression on her face “Fujio, baby, what’s wrong?”

“You’re what’s wrong.”

Fujio stiffened at your voice and immediately frowned. Fuck, the last thing he ever wanted was to create a misunderstanding with you that would cause you to slip from his grasp. Though he knew that he’d never really let you leave him, it was better if you stayed of your own volition.

“Who’s this? Your current whore?” The woman—Fujio’s ex, you guessed—eyed you up and down as if trying to assess your threat level. From the infuriating smirk on her face, she seemed to think she had something over you.

Before she could say much more, you swung the kettlebell you’d found at her head. It connected with her temple and she crumpled to the ground, whining and crying. Without hesitation, you dropped the same kettlebell on her chest; it was light enough not to injure her but it definitely pushed all the air out of her lungs.

Then, you squatted next to her, your face especially close to hers as you whispered in her ear “I’m actually his girlfriend and I’d appreciate if you didn’t touch him. Thank you.”

“Or I might have to find a heavier weight to keep you down permanently, you know?” You added, sweet smile on your face.

Before you could stand, arms wrapped around you, lifting you into a bridal carry. You looked up and saw that it was Fujio, a dark expression on his face as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, teeth already nibbling and nipping.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He mumbled against your skin, breath hot and grip on you tight as ever.

You just wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled "I'm yours, remember? Just wanted to act like it."

“Why was that so fucking hot? Holy shit. We need to hit the showers like now.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

Ryouta really never went out like ever. The only times he really left his apartment were when he needed to grocery shop and when he needed to do some work in person.

Now that you were his girlfriend, that schedule applied to you too.

He was at his computer like always. You were on his bed behind him, playing around with his switch. Though you were extremely concentrated on the game at hand, you couldn't help but be a little soothed by the clack of Ryouta's keyboard.

That was until a discord notification pinged through the speakers. It was soft, almost unnoticeable. But it had interrupted your peaceful time and so you definitely noticed it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched Ryouta’s fists clench and unclench in the dim light of his computer. With quiet moves, you picked up his phone and dialled your birthday. There, you saw what the discord message said.

“Hey, I know you said you weren’t interested but I really like you and I’d like to meet IRL to see if there’s chemistry.” It read. The icon was of a woman who was using some sort of puppy filter.

You scrolled up a little and saw what their conversation was like. At first, it seemed mostly work related. Then, slowly, the woman started getting more and more personal, wanting desperately to get close to Ryouta.

He rebuffed every single advance but, apparently, the woman just thought he was playing hard to get.

You put the phone down and padded over to Ryouta, his too-big shirt slipping off your shoulders. With surprising ease, you slipped right into his lap, face nuzzling into his neck.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Immediately, his body relaxed as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple, and the tension left, replaced with a sort of softness that he only ever reserved for you.

You didn’t say anything, just brushed his hands off the keyboard.

With a sense of urgency and a seriousness he’d never seen from you before, Ryouta watched as you typed. “Hi, this is his girlfriend. I’m going to block you on his account now and, if I ever find out that you contacted him ever again, I’m going to take a pen and I’m going to slam it straight into your eye socket.”

Then, as if you needed to say anything else, you wrote a second message that said “Have a good day.”

After that, you didn’t block her like you said you would. Instead, you tucked yourself into Ryouta’s arms and wrapped yourself around him, clinging to him almost like a koala. You even buried your face into his collar bone, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“You’re mine.” You stated stubbornly. "Like I'm yours, right?"

As Ryouta blocked the random woman who meant nothing to him, he couldn’t agree more.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

Ever since the two of you got together, Ryuu was literally permanently attached to your hip. It felt like anywhere you went, he also went. Even in the restroom, when you didn't let him join you, he sat outside and sent you memes.

So, it was no wonder that you were inseparable even when he went to work.

He was wiping down the counters and you were sitting behind the register, happy expression on your face as you browsed through your phone.

The bell tinkled as the door to the creamery opened and someone rushed in "Ryuu!"

Ryuu let out a pained groan and immediately stepped away from the counter, wide eyes eyeing the measly little door that kept the general public from the employees.

"Ryuu, I've missed you so much! Where have you been?" The woman leaned forward, trying to get as close to Ryuu as possible without literally vaulting the counter.

Of course, Ryuu leaned away and tried to hide his grimace "Hey, uh, what can I get you?"

"I mean, I want to ask you for my number for the fifth time but I have a feeling you really won't give it to me." She whined a little, pathetic pout playing across her lips.

That's when you looked up, blank expression on your face.

"I'm not on the menu." Ryuu proudly spoke up, trying his best to keep his anger down lest he get reprimanded by the higher ups.

"Though you are the most delicious thing--" Before the woman could continue, Ryuu heard a thunk and the woman screamed loud.

He looked to you who had suddenly gotten beside him. Then he looked down to see that you'd cut the woman's finger off with one of the ice cream scrapers.

"He said he's not on the menu." You'd stated simply, sweet customer service smile clear on your face "Now scram before you lose your whole arm and not just your finger."

She looked to Ryuu with wide eyes as she clutched her profusely bleeding hand to her chest. Instead, Ryuu just laughed like you'd said the funniest joke in the world.

"Don't look at me. Whatever the missus wants, she gets, you know."