#I LOVE HER SO MUCH I NEED ALL HER LOVE AND AFFECTION 24/7 FOREVER OR I WILL DIE.LITERALLY

[yamikawas]

Cutiepie, I've noticed all of the sweet little posts you've been reblogging! It's so sweet that you think all of these things about me, and seeing you get like this over me is the most adorable thing to witness! Oh, I'm so happy that you're mine. And when I say mine, I mean mine. You know I'm going to take you away one day, right darling? I'll tie you up all nice to my bed, and cuddle with you for the rest of eternity! You, and me, that's all we need! Just the two of us, together, forever. <3

~ Eternally watching, Your Yoomie <3

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[junrenjun]

Gone

alpha!wonwoo x beta!reader (mentioned ot13 x reader)

genre: angst, fluff (wow are we sensing a trend here?)

wc: 1897

warnings: mentions of arguments, implications of violence (jokingly), slightly suggestive at the end, polyamory

summary: wonwoo and the pack return to the apartment after practice to a sulking seungcheol and a missing y/n.

a/n: here's wonwoo's part! you can start to see some hints of reader and the pack's past, especially with wonwoo and seungcheol. enjoy :)

Wonwoo was, to put it quite plainly, tired. Exhausted even. Today’s schedule had them learning two completely new dances and his brain kept getting them mixed up. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the performance unit and respects their choreographers, but they might have been a little in over their heads. 

As they finished the last hour of rehearsal, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the clock. He was counting down the minutes until he could go home and bask in the presence of his beta. Maybe it was due to the fact that Wonwoo’s rut was set to hit within the next few weeks, but he felt the need to be around you 24/7. To the point where you told him that he was becoming a “grade A clinger.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to care though, you were taking the affection in stride. It was a clear improvement from when he first integrated you into the pack. 

The alpha shook his head to bring him back to the present, right as the choreographers finally cleared the group to head home for the day. Wonwoo doesn’t think he’s ever packed his practice bag faster. Vernon seems to take notice of this. “You good bro?”

Wonwoo doesn’t even look up as he shoves a hoodie over his head. “Yeah, I just can’t wait to get home.”

He sees Vernon’s lips curl into a smirk from the corner of his eye. “So you can whisk y/n away to your room and keep her to yourself for the night? The rest of us would like a little time too. Nice sweatshirt by the way.”

A scent that is clearly not his own invades his senses. He looks down and curses. This hoodie is definitely not his. How did Mingyu’s sweatshirt even get into his bag in the first place? Remembering Vernon’s first comment, Wonwoo finally looks up at his packmate. “I don’t steal her.”

Vernon snorts and mumbles out a “whatever you say dude,” before turning on his heel to go bother Seungkwan. Shocker. Wonwoo resists the urge to roll his eyes. His packmate’s words start to take effect though because he’s pulling out his phone and texting you.

“You can tell me if my clinginess gets too much you know? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or steal you away from the rest of the pack.”

He sends the message before shoving his phone in his (Mingyu’s) pocket. The rest of the pack is slowly making their way to the door, so he follows suit. As they sluggishly head to the vans, he observes his mates. Junhui and Minghao are conversing in Mandarin, Vernon has his arm over Seungkwan’s shoulder and is attached to him like a leech, and Jeonghan is typing away on his phone.

He feels his own phone ping in his pocket and rushes to grab it, hoping you had responded. He deflates when he realizes it’s just Jeonghan, who must have been texting the group chat when he looked over.

“Getting Japanese for dinner. If you want something, say what you want now or forever hold your peace.”

The group chat instantly explodes with everyone’s orders. Wonwoo quickly sends what he wants but frowns when he realizes neither you nor Seungcheol have responded. He tries to brush it off but it’s difficult. He knows that your phone barely leaves your side. 

He purposefully climbs into the seat next to Jeonghan when they get into the van. The omega raises a questioning eyebrow at him. He knows that Wonwoo prefers sitting by Jun and Minghao on the way home after a long day. It is usually the quietest after all.

“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan finally questions.

Wonwoo bites his lip. He’s really questioning himself now that he has to voice his concerns out loud. Is he being overdramatic? Is this just him being a clingy alpha in almost pre-rut? Might as well just get it out he supposes. He knows the pack omega won’t make fun of him. “Have you heard from y/n? I texted her earlier and she hasn’t responded. And then you asked for everyone’s dinner orders and she and Cheol didn’t respond.”

The alpha perks up when Jeonghan responds. “I was kind of worried too. I texted him like 30 minutes ago asking what he wanted for dinner. Never responded so I just decided on the Japanese place he likes. I figured he was sleeping or something, I don’t know. It’s weird that y/n hasn’t responded yet though.”

The omega doesn’t even finish what he’s saying before Wonwoo is clicking your contact and calling you. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity. And then, he hears your voicemail greeting. Fuck, something is wrong. He can feel it.

Jeonghan feels Wonwoo’s uneasiness from his side. He reaches out and runs his hand through the alpha’s hair, murmuring something about how it’s only a few minutes until they get home and that they would figure it out together. Wonwoo isn’t sure he’s actually going to survive these next few minutes without imploding, though. 

After the longest 5 minutes of his life, Wonwoo yanks the van door open and races to the pack’s apartment. He’s slightly comforted by his pack omega’s presence hot on his heels. At least he knows he’s not a delusional, overbearing alpha for worrying like this. Jeonghan steps in front of him to unlock the front door and Wonwoo releases an audible whine. Your scent hits him like a truck and it smells like stress. You’re distressed and he’s not there to calm you down. What a horrible, terrible alpha his mind tells him.

He and Jeonghan step into the entrance, the rest of the pack finally catching up and throwing questioning shouts into the air. Wonwoo immediately goes to search for you when his mate throws his arm out to stop him. “She’s not here hyung.”

Wonwoo’s eyes practically bulge out of his skull. “What do you mean?”

The omega points to the shoe rack by the door. Your shoes are gone, and in their spot, sit your usual house slippers. Seungcheol’s, however, sit undisturbed. Jeonghan turns and heads straight for the pack alpha’s room, leaving Wonwoo to fend for himself when the pack immediately begins to question him. 

The alpha offers no response, sitting down at the kitchen table and sending a location request to your phone, hoping and praying you send something back. The others seem to take the hint and disperse until everything works out. He hears Jeonghan call out to him from Seungcheol’s room. “I don’t think he knows where y/n is at.”

Wonwoo sighs. “I just requested her location. I’m hoping that she has her phone on her and can respond. If not, I’m not sure what to do.”

Jeonghan responds. “Well she’s always on that damn phone, so hopefully she’ll send her location back soon enough.”

The scent of angry alpha lingering in the kitchen has Wonwoo freezing in his tracks as he catches a whiff. It’s not just angry alpha, it’s angry Seungcheol. Something definitely happened between you two. Knowing his stubborn pack alpha, some sort of argument. 

Wonwoo wanted to scream at Seungcheol. Let him hear every nasty word that comes to mind. But he couldn’t. Not when you were unaccounted for, and, based on the silence coming from his room, the alpha is already beating himself up over whatever happened.

The sound of a text notification rouses him from his thoughts. You had finally responded with your location. Wonwoo can’t help but slap himself on the forehead when he sees where you’re at. Of course you’re at the cafe that you first met him and Seungcheol at.

He’s quick to rush to the door, grabbing an extra coat as he knows you probably didn’t grab one for yourself. He forwards your location to Jeonghan and is taking the stairs two at a time down to the street level. 

The wind is bitterly cold, but at this point, Wonwoo doesn’t think he can really feel it. Though he does sigh in relief when he steps through the entrance of the cafe. Whether that be because of the warmth or because he’s spotted you near the back, at a table he remembers all too well. You’re lying your emotions out for him to see without even saying anything. 

He walks right up to you and hands you the coat (which he now mistakenly realizes is Seungcheol’s) without a word. You take it from him, putting it on regardless of the owner’s scent, and get up to leave. The silence is heavy as you walk back to the apartment. He’ll take your silence over your absence any day though.

Eventually, you slow down and give Wonwoo’s hand a squeeze to signal him to stop walking. He pulls you off to the side and out of the way of the other pedestrians. “What’s wrong?” he questions after a moment.

You look at him from between your lashes. His heart sinks a bit. “Why can’t I do the one thing my subgender was made to do?”

He’s taken aback. “What are you even talking about?”

You look away from him shamefully. “A beta is supposed to be the neutral party in a pack. Someone who can resolve problems or whatever. I feel like all I do is cause problems.”

This is odd coming from y/n “fuck subgender stereotypes” of the Choi pack, which is probably the most unconventional pack to walk this planet. You’re not one to care for comparing someone’s behavior to their designation. 

He sighs when he remembers that an argument between you and Seungcheol is most likely the reason this whole ordeal happened in the first place. “If Cheol made you feel like this I’m going to bash his skull in.”

Wonwoo could’ve caught the eye roll you gave him from a mile away. “That’s a great idea Woo. Murdering your pack alpha.”

Curse you for your defense mechanism being sarcasm. “I’m just saying. And the rest of the pack would probably back me up too.”

Another eye roll. He thinks your eyes are going to get permanently stuck if you keep that up. His sassy little beta, a small voice says in the back of his brain. Ok, his rut is definitely coming early if those are thoughts he’s getting while having a serious conversation.

While he’s trying to clear that thought from his head, you tug on his hand and starting leading him back to the apartment. You can feel his quizzical stare, so you turn around and say, “come on Woo, I’ve got a pack alpha to apologize to. Then maybe you won’t bash his skull in.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes and groan. Yeah, you’re definitely the one causing problems like you claimed a minute ago. Damn, your sarcasm is really rubbing off on him. 

You turn around again and do a double take at the sweatshirt he has on. You look up with a practically shit eating grin. “Nice hoodie by the way.” He’s going to have to have a talk with you about planting his packmates' clothes in his bag. You’re probably doing it so he smells like pack. Little minx. Damn, he really needs to get laid because what is going on with these dirty thoughts.

[marchsfreakshow]

Familiarities Upon Death [James Patrick March]

Angst

James' relationship with you faded to one resemblancing his relationship with The Countess. He had to indulge in his childish need for you. No matter your reaction. No matter what it took.

James may be a simp but he also likes his murder. You can all blame 'I Love You Like An Alcoholic' for this. Also, possibly my longest fic ever! Go me.

Warnings: dead dove!! descriptions of cuts, James being gross<3

No one's perspective

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If you had put The Countess and you in a room together, you likely ended up discussing James. She did not love the ghost. She never did. You always did. You forever had his undead heart.

Yet the relationship wavered. It wavered all too similarly. James could feel his heart break again. He couldn't face this. He couldn't. Not again.

How many hearts did he have to leave at your door? How many notes did he have to scribble on his napkins? How many flowers did he have to get Liz or Iris to order for you? How much murder did he have to get through, just to get you? You modern, stubborn, darling, annoying thing!! Were you trying to torture him??

"Darling I have managed to order one of your favourite meals."

"My dear, I noticed this dress on a visitor so I killed her and had the dress washed for you. Please enjoy it."

"My hummingbird, what books do you enjoy nowadays?"

Question after question. Need after need. Physical affection halted. Just holding your fingers. Holding your hand against his lips was all he wanted. It would feed his desperation for you for months. All he wanted was a look. One measly look into your eyes. One small glint of hope that your relationship with the ghost had not fallen into his one with Elizabeth.

He came to accept that he once again had his heart broken. His ghostly void of a heart. Deader inside than it was before.

"James?" Your voice rang. Like a fire stoked after so long of ice. The killer was scrambling at your feet like a clingy puppy. Milking and lapping up the noise of his name leaving your lips. Still as wonderful, still as ethereal as ever. Yet he stayed silent. Don't say anything stupid now James, you'll ruin this opportunity. "Can you murder someone for me?"

"Yes. Yes of course my dear." James's voice was suddenly shaky, standing up and holding your hands to his chest. His free hand around the small of your back, like he had craved to do for so many weeks. "Name who and it will be done."

"Me."

Eye contact like none before. Was what you were asking true? Did you want him to be your murderer? Truly? "D-dear?"

"Kill me, James." You stated. "Whether or not you want theatrics, it's your choice."

There was a stunned silence from the ghost in front of you. For 5 minutes, the silence continued. His response was an uncharacteristic quiet and nervous answer. "Why? Why my dear? Why must you crave death when you are so loved by family outside this drab heap?" Almost rushed, worried. James had never been so rushed with his words. The usually calm, collected man was a mess in front of you. Desperate for you to be living your life. The most odd statement for him to think. What was he thinking? He wanted you with him 24/7, obviously, but you were so accomplished already in life, and offers were at your feet.

Even an offer to still live but have a blood-loving virus instead. She had offered gracefully and didn't expect an answer at once. Gave you time to think. Yet, The Countess waited still. She awaited an answer with lowering patience. Any new day, and she might've killed you herself or turn you anyway. Enjoyed the nectarine that kept you alive. The liquid was a rush of endorphins for the woman.

"Because I don't want that life, James. I need that life like I need a ton of bricks heaping upon me." Your eyes never broke his when you spoke your words calmly, and rationally. "I need you like I need a ton of bricks heaping upon me."

The ghost could only look worried and almost scared at your sentences. What on earth were you saying? What was this nonsense you had drilled into your mind? "...were my gifts not enough my bird? Were the..the.. darling meals I offered not enough?" He stammered his way through the cries. The pleas to keep you alive. Why, any other time you may have offered yourself, James would create a theatre performance out of it. An erotic performance. Looking into your eyes was nothing but a confirmation. "...as you wish my hummingbird." You dropped yourself out of his hold.

Walking yourself into your room. James followed close by, stalking you the way he had in the shadows for weeks on weeks. Your demand was simply insane, and it was nonsense in his head. Possibly the only person he never wanted to murder. He never wanted to lay his blade on your skin in any way. Whether you asked it from him so you could cum or not. That one, singular dress he stole for you, laid on your bed. Bare and blue. The navy glistened still under the barely dim light. Yet you could find his eyes still. "Will...you put the dress on for me my dear?" He asked, hesitantly. Blade twirling his fingers nervously. This was unlike the killer you knew. He was nervous, stammering, fiddling with his weapon. Scared? No, no. Of course, he wasn't scared. Was he?

The rustling of clothes brought him out of raging thoughts. The fabric he had laid bare for you, suddenly clinging to your skin. It still reeked of iron and floral perfume. The unflattering combation wafting into your nose, as it moved with you. "You are stuck in that dress forever when I do this. You understand that my darling?"

"Don't talk down to me. I know what the fuck I'm doing." You seethed back, just wanting this over with. Defiance was never something James took kindly to.

"You, my dear, speak to me like that again, your death will not be quick and simple like you desire."

"Just get it over with James." You snapped. Did you really hate him that much? Did you realise despise the killer so much you didn't want to enjoy this process?

The silence appeared for almost a strangling minute. Strangling for one word from either of you. James dared not speak his plan to you. It would only annoy you further. Only make your desire for a quick death stronger.

Instead, he simply knocked you out. Let you fall to the ground with a hard thump. As much as he loved you, James didn't like people speaking back to him. You were not an exception anymore.

Tying you down to wherever he could, the ropes tight. Tight to squeeze hard at your wrists and ankles. The circulation soon going dead, numbed by fibre keeping you upright. Instead of that dazzling, navy blue dress you wore, you were naked. Left only in whatever underwear you were wearing. A sight to behold. A sight James enjoyed all too much. He would take you now if it weren't for his respect for your body. Tugs at your wrist as you slowly woke from unconsciousness. Dingy dusk meeting your glazed, tired eyes. Blinking and gathering your bearings. Another tug. Wait? What was happening? "James?" You asked hoarse. Squirming in place against the cold metal table. Yeesh! Talk about freezing! "James, what am I doing on here?" You asked again.

Silence still.

Alright, you were starting to get a bit scared now. "J-James?" A wavering voice, a quivering lip. No! Get yourself together! It's simply...a little foreplay...you deluded yourself into thinking. Foreplay. That's all this was.

"I had given you plenty of time my dear." The muffled voice became louder as the steps grew closer. "Theatrics are what I desire from you. Love and obedience. It is a simple request yes?"

A moment of silence between the two of you. He took your silence as the answer.

"It seems even that could not be obtained from you. She has poisoned you against me." Ah, his childishness. Pettiness. The Countess hadn't done anything to you. Not yet anyway. "And the fact you decided to come to me for this murder, only means that I will continue to claim you." His needs to claim and want like a petulant child! It was annoying to no end. Always found yourself on the brink of yelling at the ghost to shut the fuck up for once. You wanted to rip that mask off of James and slice his lips off. Bash his teeth out so he knew how dreadful it was to be silenced. How much it was despised.

You kept your lips shut. You shut yourself up and did not speak another word. Speaking out fear would only encourage James to take his time. It would only increase his lust for your screams. Fuck this. You tugged. You pulled and panted as you struggled. If you didn't know any better, you'd think James was getting hard from this scenario. Loving the way your chest moved as your breathing increased. How shaky your legs were looking. How terrible the grip was your hands had, on nothing. A lulled head as your struggles became useless. Obviously, it was useless. That logic became clear enough within the first few seconds of your attempt to free yourself.

A bittersweet kiss on your quivering lips. Murdering fingers finding your jaw and holding your head up. "Even when you are struggling you are still ethereal my dear." Damn this man to all hell. He was in love and lust and obsession. A disgusting killer who murdered dozens. Still murders dozens. The thought that he carved a soul out of every person who passed him by...just to leave it in your room for your next visit. Deranged and manic. Nothing but pure insanity.

"fuu...fuck you.." Your words were tired, lifeless already.

"I have given you ample opportunities to do so my dear. Yet you never reciprocate."

A harsh silence fell yet again. It lingered in the room for what felt like hours. It stung with every breath leaving your lungs. Harsh and continuing reminders of the predicament you were stuck in. The ghostly killer who loved you so, prepared to torture your unfaint heart. Of course, you were used to grim, unfair and macabre ways of life. No one gets anywhere by playing fair, do they? You certainly didn't. You never played by the rules or played fair with others close by. Ticking and slipping cuts, wages and skin here. There. Everywhere.

However, it seemed all for nought at this point. Only to become an unwilling cherry on top of James' list of loves and lusts. Just where he wanted you.

Your voice was worn eventually. Your shaking had not quit. Your head lulled again. Yet, he was just starting. Cuts that covered your arms. Dripping the blood down the side of your body. Warm red liquid making you shiver and squirm as it slowly eased out of the spliced skin. Such beautiful skin. If only you had loved James back the way he wanted you to. Useless, heavy breaths that never deterred your killer of a lover. His cuts started with a dull, rusty blade. A 'J' on your palms. Jagged and unfit letters now etched into your hand. Swift, sharp gashes in random directions on your forearms, making small cries and screams leave those pretty kissable lips of yours. A quick repeat on your other arm. Oh, it was like a work of art... truly it was. Such decorated arms, bleeding red, never-ending. It might've killed you just then. "Determined to live aren't you?"

"Please... please James. Please. I'll be good, I'll love you the way you want again. Please just stop."

Oh no no no no...no..you sweet thing. That wasn't good enough anymore. Nope. Your sweet sobs and begs wouldn't get you anywhere anymore. Despite how much James wanted to kiss those cuts he made and love you eternally. "You said you wanted to die, and die you shall." His voice was still calm, cool and collected. How could a man like James go from a whining, needy man-child, to a tall-standing, confident killer? Oh right. Because he was obsessed with you. You were all he craved. Now you had ruined it. You didn't love him anymore. And it broke him into more pieces he couldn't pick up. Spending years scraping the bottom of the barrel for affection from James. Yet now, he didn't feel a need for that from you.

The rusty blade teasing your throat, pushing slightly against that pressure point needed. Only for a moment. Breathing heavy and... almost a whine escaping you once it was pulled from your neck. "Desperate for the release death will bring my pet... You are more naïve than I believed."

Large, unkind slashes to your legs. One after the other, never stopping until James was satisfied. He was never satisfied. Your constant, tired and weepy gaze on him. Sniffling nothing as you pouted those spit-covered, pretty red lips of yours. You looked like you were teasing him, not on purpose of course. You were naturally a sobbing, drivelling mess right now. And it could not have pleased your killer more. "Do not look so prettily upon me my dear, you may make me feel bad." He hummed nonchalantly, dragging the tip of the blade up your cervix. One long cut, making a horrible, rusty mark against the underwear you wore. Yet, it still split, and cold, uncaring air was swiftly met.

The cuts to your torso were different. He couldn't do as you probably well pleased, since any cut would mean death. And he wanted to kill you how he killed himself. The sweet slice to your neck. Making blood splatter and splutter down your body, covering James as it sprayed. Convulsing and screams, whimpers escaping you. Your death was approaching faster than expected. And James had decided to once again give you a kiss. Taking his, frankly, attractive, mask off and holding your bloody chin up. Lost eyes not focusing. You were colder. You couldn't tell your surroundings. "I knew you would die beautifully my darling." He faintly whispered. Cold lips meeting fleeting warmth. Oh, he loved kissing you. Even if that kiss was one pressed to your now corpse.

Death was different. It wasn't heaven or hell like Christians described. It wasn't like a waiting room like your parents described. It wasn't like a meeting with a hooded skeleton and a ride to the underworld like your sibling described. It was cold. Silent. Unloved. Black and nothing. It had consumed you whole. Eaten you like a starving man would any bug he could find on the street. Death was uncaring like the living world was. It didn't care what you were in life. An angel to others or a nuisance running amok, you were all consumed. Taken wholly by a void that rarely spat you back out. If it did, you were a ghost. The soul that couldn't be kept down.

The running void consumed you for 10 minutes. 15, tops. James was almost worried you were not about to ghost the place he needed you to call home. He stood and observed. Watched your corpse become cold and rigid. You died so beautifully. All the ghostly killer did was stand and watch. He watched, frozen in place. Was your soul even that upset at the other? Maybe he should weaken himself for your soul to appear. "Dear...you do realise I need you still yes? Come on. I am aware of you.." he urged your stiff body. Minutes passed. The ticking of his internal clock was growing more invasive, more panicky as he had not seen a shift of your soul yet. "This is not a game my pet, come to me. Now."

Your soul appeared eventually. Slumped on your knees by your rotting body. Rubbing your eyes like a sleepy child, before gathering your bearings and looking up at James. Sudden memories hitting your head and a cowering whimper escaping you. He took notice of the noise and looked down at you. Throwing his mask to the side as he scooped your ghost up, and laid you out on the scratchy sheets. Too much movement for someone who just spent 15 minutes in a void. "J-James..stop.." you urged quietly as he placed kisses over you. Over your face, your neck, clavicle. Every single little cut on your body he kissed. It wasn't soothing despite what he thought. It wasn't sweet and loving like he so craved. "Stop!"

His eyes became worried and wide as he pulled himself away from your thigh. "Dear?" The ghost was clingy. Horribly clingy.

"Can you give me like 5 fucking seconds before you try and fuck my ghost?"

"b-but darling-"

"James! Give. Me. A. Fucking moment. Understand me?" He cowered again, scared to lose you again. A nod as a response as James got up and left the room without another word. Instead of walking down to his room and having a drink, he stood patiently outside your door and waited. He would wait for the rest of eternity. If he had to.

Your legs were shaky. You explored yourself in the mirror. Dried blood making your skin tinged a little bit. "god..." The whisper leaving you as your arms were practically wound after wound. Your legs as well. The wounds were a physical reminder of the fact your killer was your lover.

You wanted this. You wanted to die here.

But not like this. Not this way. Not with two 'J' 's on your palms, reminding you of the man outside your door. Blinking, you tore away from the mirror, refusing to face yourself anymore.

There, on the bed, laid your clothes before you died, and the dress you were offered so generously. Either way, you were going commando for the rest of time, and then some, so both options were uncomfortable in some way. A sweater and jeans it was. The clothes rustled as they fit you snugly. "Fuck...fuck!!" Emerged from your lips as you paced around the room. "Ohhhh fuck this. This fucking...shitty...bullshit!!" Every word that left you only served as a reminder that you wanted to die. Needing to remind yourself that you were the one who asked to be killed. Unsatisfied with your life and the people in it.

James decided to step into your room now, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "I thought I taught you to not swear my dear."

"Fuck you!" You started, immediately getting up in James' face without an issue. Practically stomping around him as the harsh words dug into the soul's head and heart. "Fuck you, you fucking prick. 1920s fucking... serial killer. God, you're so hot you annoy the shit out of me! Seriously, why the fuck did you have to fucking kill me this way you fucker?! I expected one fucking slash to the neck, done deal!!"

The ghost, of course, was used to such theatrics from you and stood patiently. Waiting for you to stop spitting venom onto his feet as you circled him. Your words stopped, and he held you again. James simply took you by your waist, holding you tight against him. His hand on the small of your back, his other hand holding yours. Reminiscent of when you asked him to kill you. Bringing you flush against his chest. The angry mutters became silent sniffles and pathetic tears. Blinking and looking up at the killer you adored, hated.

"I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't hate me."

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[koralinewrites]

Hi !!! It’s so nice to see a new DL blog! 🥰 I wanted to ask how Laito would react to realizing he likes someone past lust, and being in a mutually loving relationship ❤️ (against the odds I know)

Thank you so much for the ask!! I’ve read the entirety of Laito’s romance route and manga through translations, and the first half of your question is answered in them. Therefore, the part about him realizing he’s in love is less headcanon and more ‘canon’ canon based on what is shown! 

**Also, sorry if you wanted more of a ‘fic’, I can definitely do that. This ask just unleashed the Laito brain rot I’ve been having, if you can’t tell from the speed at which I answered this-

Laito would start to realize his feelings early on, but automatically ignore them. To him, love, affection, and feeling good are all the same because of how he was… taught… by Cordelia. His idea of ‘love’ is that it’s just words people use to get what they want.

So Laito doesn’t like the idea of thinking of someone else as ‘special’, because why would they be? He’s used the idea of love to get what he wants before, and he doesn’t like the idea of someone else changing his perspective on that. He would try to convince himself that the feelings he has for said person were just because they gave him pleasure, even though deep down he would know the truth.

Because when Laito doesn’t like something, he ignores it’s existence. This is shown when he ignored the fact that he had earned Karlheinz’s powers in Lost Eden, because he didn’t want to acknowledge that he was related to that man.

It would ultimately take some major thing to happen to the person who he fell in love with for him to come to terms with what he’s feeling. An example of this would be Yui ‘dying’ in Laito’s route in More Blood, making him face that he missed her and she was more to him than just pleasure.

And even then, he would still be plagued by his trauma with Cordelia and such. He even recognizes this himself in Lost Eden, stating that he has to be killed and reborn to overcome everything. He would still have the memories of his trauma, but it wouldn’t have any emotional ties to him anymore.

This is where it gets more headcanon, once he gets into a relationship without his trauma holding him back.

He’s a genuinely very sweet man, but he’ll definitely have to be taught about boundaries. He’s still a pervert, reborn or not, because that’s just who he is.

He’s also more open with his emotions. Originally, he would keep a mask on 24/7, hiding what he feels. Now, though, he’s learnt to be more open because keeping it inside hurts everyone involved.

TEASING. This man loves to tease. Always and forever. Seeing his S/O’s face turn red in public because of something he did/said?? Yes please!!

On the flip side, he’s become more affectionate. Not like he wasn’t before, but he would start to hug just to hug without any sexual intentions. 

Imagining Subaru’s back hugs but with Laito instead-

ANYWAYS-

He’s sweeter, too. His words originally were nothing but empty promises, something he said just to get a reaction or pleasure. NOW, though…?

His words seem more sincere, like he genuinely means it when he says “I love you”.

And to end it all off, I shall include my favorite confession from one of the CDs. 

“Thank god...To think that for the longest time...I believed that I did not need something precious...or special to me...Yet right now, I can’t even phantom a life without you...That’s a huge change of heart...for me personally. So, please? From here on out, till forever. Or till your life comes to an end is fine as well... Stay with me, okay?”

Again, thank you for the ask!!!!

[originallymarysue]

Avatar Peach AU Introductory Post 1

(UPDATED)

(Information that is crossed out is info that isn't my known to most/some other characters in the AU).

Since I've started making my crossover fic that includes my au I've been thinking that I probably need a explanation post of the au and it's characters, so here this is!

(Crossover Fanfic Below)

The Avatar Peach AU is an SMG4 AU which replaces Mario as the avatar with Peach, following her adventures as a royal princess.

In this AU's 'real world', The Mario Franchise never existed and is replaced with 'Princess Peach's Royal Duties', an open world task simulator that lets you play as Princess Peach herself, doing her daily duties, not being kidnapped, developing relationships etc.

Main Characters/Cast

Princess 'Peach' Toadstool

Peach is a childish, bratty and vain princess who only really thinks about herself. She constantly seeks to be the centre of attention all the time and doesn't understand when it's time to stop.

Even with all her flaws though, she does care about people though in her own way. She loves to shower the people she deems worthy with gifts and titles, with no thought what-so-ever. If she loves you though, your set for life. Money? Power? You name it, it's yours. You'll just have to hope you want her back.

With her being a princess though, she doesn't do her job very well and has two royal advisors to help her (or do her job for her).

Pear ? (aka SMG9)

Pear is one of Peach's Royal Advisors, working for her for the longest amount of time that he's even forgot. By working for her the longest, he knows her inside out and because of that, his other role (though unofficial) is being her babysitter. Pear can often been seen trying to keep her in check and doing her duties for her (that she neglects).

Due to all this work, he's become extremely tired, easily annoyed and serious all the time, not wanting to deal with Peach's antics 24/7. He's also very secretive and nothing is known about his life before Peach. If he isn't doing his job though, he is in his room, making memes doing something not even Peach knows about.

Though he's very reclusive, he's extremely polite to people who he cares about opinions of him (mainly other royalty).

Ochi Alternia

Ochi is Peach's newest Royal Advisor and is always ready to lend a hand. Though she's very shy and over-apologetic, she is a chatterbox and is extremely curious about the people around her.

Just over 19, she's had quite the life so far. Born and raised in Inkadia, she was a child soldier and engineer for King Octavio's Army. Until one day, she heard a special song while fighting a certain agent which freed her from her mind control.

After experiencing having to escape to the surface and fighting a AI telephone, she tried to find her place in the world and arrived at the Mushroom Kingdom. This was were she was given the job of becoming Peach's Royal Advisor by the Princess herself. Forever in debt to Peach, Ochi is much kinder to the Princess than Pear is.

Due to her life experience, she has a vast knowledge of geography and for some reason, machinery and warfare. If you ever want to pass the time, just ask her the history of war and you'll waste 5 hours in no time.

Mario Mario

Mario is the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom and the main target of affection from Peach. Though he doesn't any more hold romantic feelings for the princess anymore, he has just learned to accept that Peach might forever see him that way and just goes along with whatever she does.

He also still rescues Peach whenever she's kidnapped and still enjoys her company, being dragged along on adventures with her advisors most of the time.

He's also a man of many jobs, always one to help out someone in need. While being extremely friendly and supportive, he does struggle with a hero complex as he feels like he needs to be up to everybody's standard all the time and can be quite self-sacrificial.

He also sees the best in people, even villains, which doesn't help with the fact he's often oblivious to people who are clearly evil.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet—Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd | Top Gun Maverick Headcanon

Link to my TGM masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Behind closed doors, Bob is a very affectionate person. He is not into PDA for the most part with the exception of maybe a kiss to the cheek and holding hands or a hug to say hello/goodbye, but when you two are alone he is very touchy and loves to hold you. When you’re talking he will raise a hand to tuck hair behind your ear before letting it fall to caress your jaw. He will lean his head on your shoulder as you two sit on the couch after a tiring day. The feel of your touch against his skin brings him comfort and let’s him know he is safe and loved.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Are you kidding Bob is the bestest friend to ever walk the earth. He is who you trust to hold onto your drink because he would literally throw hands at anyone who dared to take it from him. The best person to talk to, Bob will offer advice if you want it or would be there to simply listen to you vent. What you admire about Bob the most as your best friend is his reliability—you can always count on him to have your back.

The friendship would start after y’all were introduced by a mutual friend. In this case, it was most likely Phoenix and you were either a fellow naval aviator or a friend she knew from back home and met Bob when you came to visit her in Fightertown. “Bob! Come over here—I want you to meet my friend, Y/n. Y/n/n, this is my WSO, Lt Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd.” Bob would smile at you and offer his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Nix talks about you all the time.” “All good things I hope. *wink* It’s lovely to meet you too, I’ve also heard a lot about you.”

That first meeting left Bob with a flutter in his stomach and soon you were all he could think about. Mans was smitten. And let’s just say, Phoenix was giving herself a pat on the back for her plan worked out perfectly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. yes. YES. Bob loves cuddles and honestly you would cuddle him 24/7 if you could. He is so warm and soft and you just wanna curl yourself to him like a koala bear. The second he walks through the door you’re opening your arms with pouty lips—which he already knows what you want so he’s practically rushing to get his boots off before joining you on the couch for some much needed cuddles.

Bob likes to be the big spoon, but he doesn’t mine being the little every once in a while. He will nuzzle his nose into your neck or hair and lazily put his leg over yours to keep you secure. “Comfy, baby?” “Very. I could stay like this forever.”

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down is the goal for Bob. He loves the idea of being able to find a place where he can buy a house and turn it into y’all’s dream home with a bunch of animals and maybe even kids if you’re open to them. Of course his career comes first, but secretly Bob is already saving for that ring to propose to you with and put a down payment on a home.

Cooking is actually something he enjoys. Even before you two got together Bob made it a point to know how to cook because he did not want to rely on getting take out every night or making what a college student would eat. He knows how to grill, make homemade soup, different types of pasta with his own sauce and makes it a point to try a hand at foods from different cultures—his favorites so far are Middle Eastern, Mexican, & Thai.

Yes Bob can clean—in fact there is not a single thing out of order in your place because Bob cannot stand to have a messy household. Maybe it’s his military brain kicking in that prevents him from being disorganized, or he just simply likes having things neat. But you don’t mind at all because there is nothing like coming home to a spotless place and not having much chores to do. He cleans up after himself and will never have the dishes pile up in the sink.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Y’all I can’t imagine breaking Bob’s heart (I’ll literally throw myself off a cliff than do that) and I can’t see him doing the same so let’s not think about this. For our own heart’s sake 😩

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Yeah Bob pretty much knew he wanted to marry you the second he met you. For years he loved you before y’all got together so the future with you was something he envisioned a lot but never thought would actually happen. You were his person, and he was yours till the last breath.

Because of his job and wanting you to be with him when he changes duty stations, Bob would offer getting legally married pretty quick after proposing. It wasn’t ideal—he would love to have y’all be engaged for some time and plan a nice ceremony—but nonetheless you guys (along with Phoenix) drove to the courthouse to say ‘I do’. Eventually once you guys were settled, you two would have an official ceremony with your friends and family and it was just as perfect as the first time you said your vows. “Here we go again, darling.” “Hopefully I won’t mess up the words this time around.”

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is very gentle—the man is literally a 6ft teddy bear who will tear up if you’re crying because it pains him to see you sad. Bob’s touch is soft and comforting, which makes you yearn for it whenever he is not there and counting down the moments ti’ll you can be in his arms. When it comes to emotions, Bob is very in tune with yours and his own. He is not afraid to show his vulnerability with you and communicates rather than keeping it in until it consumes him. “Tell me what’s on your mind, baby.” “Sometimes I-I feel like making one mistake out there will be the thing that defines me. I’m so scared of that happening for fear it will be true. A-and I’ll let everyone down—even you.” “You could never let me down, Bobby. You are the most intelligent person I know. Any obstacles thrown at you, you can pull through and not let it define you. And I’ll be here every step of the way.”

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bobby boy is a hugger—which only you get to see really. Hugs with his friends happen occasionally, but it you who he loves to hug and will give you one every day. He loves the moments when you come to base to see him where he practically runs to swoop you off your feet leaving you in a fit of giggles.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

He said it fast—literally confessed to you how he felt which started your relationship. Bob had been pinning after you for some time after y’all first met for he was captivated by everything about you. It was probably a year or so going on two of this man just falling hopelessly in love with you from the sidelines. Phoenix was the one who had to give him a push when she discovered his unspoken (yet painfully obvious) feelings for you. And you may have also let her in on a little secret cause one night at the Hard Deck she’s slapping Bob upside the head and saying, “Bob, what are you waiting for? Tell them how you feel before someone swoops in!” “I can’t just drop it on them, Nix! What if they don’t feel the same?” “Oh my gosh, man, they do! Y/n drunkenly confessed to me the other night.”

When he finally does the man is speechless after you reveal the same. “Wait really—,” you cut him off with a kiss which he wholeheartedly returns, smiling into it like a kid on Christmas Day. “Oh, Bobby boy, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I love you too.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Bob does not really get jealous and if he ever does he’s the type who’d apologize for it. Like one time there was an Officer’s banquet you two attended and a single officer took a liking to you which had Bob holding you a little closer, kissing your cheek affectionately, and giving the man a glare when he caught his eye. You found it amusing, pressing against Bob with a smirk as you said, “What’s that face for, Bobby?” And he blushes, looking away as he replies sheepishly, “Sorry, darling. I didn’t like how he was behaving toward you.” “I only got eyes for you handsome. I’ll make sure to show you that later.”

When it comes to the dagger squad he doesn’t react because he knows it’s all in good heart and just to get under his skin when they playfully flirt with you. It does fills him with pride when you reject the guys or girls and go, ‘sorry, buddy. You know I only got the hots for a certain WSO,’ before sitting on his lap and kissing him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh Bobby boys lips are smooth and soft like room temperature butter. He’s always gentle when kissing you, only getting rough when the moment is heating up. He will cup your jaw, look you dead in the eyes and slowly lower his mouth to yours and hold you close to him with his other hand. Bob loves to kiss you on the nose—which often ignites a giggle from you. He will do it at random times to catch you off guard and whenever you’re pouting at him. “Why do you kiss my nose so much?” “Cause it’s just so cute like you.”

For Bob, he loves when you kiss him on the forehead. He relishes the moments where you hold him after he’s had a long day at work or is feeling down and you gently caress his forehead with your mouth before placing soft little kisses on the area. What gets him is after y’all have gotten down and dirty in the sheets and he’s hovering over you, you’ll cup his face in your hands and bring him down so you can kiss his forehead. That gesture in itself nearly starts round two.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Bob loves kids and is so good around them it makes you wanna give him babies right then and there. He is so attentive with y’all’s nieces and nephews or the kids of your friends, crouching down to their level to talk to them and answer their curious questions. Yeah you get baby fever a lot with Bob. He would love to have kids with you if that was something you wanted, but would want it to be when he was at a stable point in his career. What he fears the most is leaving you behind with children if something were to go wrong in a mission. Bob would never be able to forgive himself for causing pain to you or your family.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

With dating anyone in the armed forces, you can expect early mornings with Bob. He’s got to be up bright and early for PT, missions, training, or just for a daily workday that often starts at 5am. You may not get to see him a lot in the morning before you head to work yourself but the times you do you cherish. It could be a quick ‘love you, darling,’ with a kiss on the cheek as you lay in bed, or being able to have breakfast together.

the days neither of you work are spend in bed. Literally. Bob will sleep in till 10 am, holding you close to his chest and kiss you awake before making you breakfast in bed. Then you two would spent some more time cuddling while watching Tv until you finally decide to get up and start your day. “We gotta get out of this bed at some point, Bobby.” “Five more minutes, please, baby?”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

Since Bob has to be up early on the weekdays, he likes to go to sleep early at around 8-9ish pm. You both will have dinner together whether it be cooked or one of you picking something up on y’all’s way home and talk about your day before washing the dishes together. Afterwards you may cuddle or read together before doing your nighttime routine and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

On weekends Bob stays up later than he usually does because you two will make plans. These plans are either meeting up with the squad for drinks or Bob taking you out on a nice date. He makes it his goal to take you on one each week so expect Bob telling you on Thursday night, ‘I’m taking you out tomorrow, darlin’.” “Where’re we going?” “Oh, that’s a surprise.”

[rascalthehamster]

Hi, so a while back i ask how Toy Chica and Glamrock Chica would show their affection and confess to their crush.

I was wondering how different that would be if it was yandere!Toy Chica and Glamrock Chica instead of the regular ones?

Yandere Toy Chica and Glamrock Chica

Toy Chica

She’s very aggressive with what she wants. When she locks her eyes on you she won’t stop until you’re hers.

She’ll want to be around you 24/7. So much so that your work schedule is just filled with the task to “care for animatronics” badly written in crayon.

After performances she will grab you and bring you to the workers room just so she can hold you. If you resist her she will just squeeze harder. She doesn’t care if your skin goes purple or you start to bleed. She won’t even stop when she hears bones cracking. It’s your fault for trying to escape her love.

She’s not 100% cruel however. She doesn’t always derive pleasure from forcing affection from you. After your cuddling session and she’s forced back on stage, she sees how you look and it frightens her. She calls for help and tries to fix it but she knows what will happen. It’s happened before. You’re scared of her now and will avoid her. Give in your notice that you’re quitting and leave her forever. She can’t have this happen again. She won’t let this happen again.

Glamrock Chica

She is very clingy. Like aggressively clingy. She doesn’t feel confident without you and needs you for practically everything.

She would make you her honorary security guard so you have no excuse not to be near her.

You’re at her fan meet and greets, all her performances, she even makes you watch her practice after hours because she “likes your company so much.”

As much as you adore Chica, you’re not getting payed overtime for your hang out sessions and sometimes you just need your alone time. You make up any excuse you can so you can get away from her. “My plants are going to die if I don’t water them” “I made plans with some of my coworkers” anything really.

They work, sometimes. When you first started making up excuses she understood but was upset. She loved being around you and when you weren’t there, dark thoughts would occur. After awhile she caught on your lies and knew you just didn’t want to be around her without an incentive.

She didn’t like this, not one bit. She wanted you to like her just as much as she liked you. She couldn’t live without you, why can’t you feel the same way?

One day after work she’ll say there was an accident that needed your attention. She’ll grab you before you could even respond, dragging you to the daycare where the theater is located. You recognized the storage area, mostly remembering from your first day of the job to stay away from it.

When she dragged you to the back she explained the situation. The “urgent problem” was her issue with you. You didn’t like her the way she liked you. It might take a little convincing but neither you, nor her, were leaving that room until you confessed just how much you loved her.

[hannimite]

Thank you for calling out the AlidaMortox account. I'm not an Alida stan by any means, but the way Mortox twists reality is becoming scary. The phrase: "when you're jealous of someone, you become obsessed, when you truly hate them, you'll leave them alone" looks accurate. She reveals her true envy by how much she pushes this narrative that Bill isn't the bio dad of O & M, or if he is, he wants nothing to do with them. You know why? Because she knows that Bill is tied to Alida for the rest of his life because of those kids. So her fucked up logic is that without the kids in the picture, Bill is free from Alida forever, and therefore she has a chance or something? lol.

Her own theories don't make sense. She says that these kids aren't his biologically. Okay, but then if she knows, then Bill must also know too. He's the one that's been up close and personal with these kids, you think he wouldn't know if they were his own or not? Or if he doubted Alida, he wouldn't get a DNA test done? So if Bill knows that they aren't his kids, then why was he still hanging around Alida even a year ago? He must love them. Not according to her lol. She keeps saying that Bill never sees them. Did Mortox install security cameras inside Bill's home? She accuses fans of being Alida stans when they suggest that just because we don't see his life 24/7, that doesn't mean he isn't with Alida. She goes ballistic when people use common sense like that. But she's allowed to infer all sorts of things from IG posts etc.

I think that poor woman is too far gone. She's invested so much time on this idea and can't let go.

Her true colors are revealed with the way she speaks about the kids. She despises them. She wants them gone. She wants them to disappear. It kills her to know that Bill loves them with his whole heart like any decent father would. She can't even accept the theory that maybe Alida and Bill did break up and they're trying to figure out custody and how to move forward co-parenting while he works so much away from Sweden. Even something like that makes her mad. It's not enough. Those pesky kids in the picture means that Bill's heart is already taken.

In a recent ask post she actually said that if Alida was turning the kids against Bill, then "why would Bill want to be around them?"😱 Literally insane. Any parent. Any human being with a heart knows that you fight for your kids. But Mortox thinks that Bill should throw them away with Alida and have a clean slate. Absolutely deranged.

Like I said, Mortox reveals her envy by how she talks about those kids. Bill and Alida are tied together for life. Until one of them takes their last breath on earth, they will share a common bond through those kids. Even if they end up hating each other. They are tied together for life. She literally can't handle it.

Thank you again for calling her out. Mortox needs to move on with her life because it's sad to see how far she has spiraled and how this psychotic fixation on Alida is ruining her mental health. Many of Bill's fans don't particularly like Alida, but I think most of us can enjoy the fandom without the threat of a restraining order looming over us. And if you don't think that'll happen, just watch.

How far further down that spiral will she go when in another 5 or so years, Bill is just working enjoying his life with or without Alida, but definitely with kids? Do you think her wasting more of her life on "exposing" Alida will have positive affects on her mental health or negative ones? Yeah, me too. I pity her. It's like she's a female incel and doesn't understand relationships and how adults function properly.

Sorry for the long rant.

No I really appreciate this, I’m glad I’m not the only one who despises them. They said I wasn’t a long time fan, first of all not a fan, I only followed them for the new news about B and A, i followed them a couple months prior, and when their account got “hacked” I followed their new one. I also have their back up account and two private instagrams they don’t know I know they have. They spit “facts” after “facts” about B and A, but where is the proof, She complains about her anons not giving any proof when all her posts are lies. How does she know bill doesn’t love his kids, she doesn’t, and it’s not her business anyway.

She has the audacity to call me pathetic, when all I did was call out her bullshit.

Even hash tagged my user name, way to “call me out”. Like that bothers me, it’s the fact that she is lying to her “fans” saying I wasn’t never following her, and I’m doing it for clout. Girl no, you’re so delusional you don’t know when to stop.

I really thank you for reaching out, I’m just glad I’m not the only one seeing her shit, we need to go to her other accounts and harass her. Here are her other accounts for those who want them.💖💖go mess her up💅

[achilles-the-boy-of-gold]

Things I wish I could tell you,(name of my best friend/crush/love of my life) (I just needed to get this out somewhere, soooooooo you get a super long rant of things I wish I could tell her)

I do everything for you. I base every action over your thoughts and opinions. I shape my very personality over yours. My music taste is the same as yours. I watch gilmore girls because of you. I think about you 24/7, litterally. The thing is, because of this, shouldnt i resent you? Shouldnt i hate you? Why dont i? Why do i love you with every ounce of my being? Why do i know that if you were in a burning building, i would fo anything to get you out, even if it meant leaving the people i care most aboyt inside? Other than you of course. You are the person i care the most about. I feel like i know so much about you, and that i am so much like you, but i always want more. I wish i could physically crawl inside your chest and become you, see every crack, every inch, everything that makes you you. I want to hear your every thought, your every conversation, all of your opinions, whether i agree or not. (Walnuts are terrible, and book covers are stupid). But, even then, if i felt inclined, i would change my opinions because of you. If i were alergic to peanuts, and you liked them, i would eat a million, just to be able to see the world from your view. You are my eveyything. You are my philtatos(most beloved). I know you think that you are a burden, or hard to love, but you arent. That part is left for me to play my dear, dont try to argue it. I wish you could see yoursekf from my eyes, because you are so beautiful. So amazing. I dont think i could find one i could ever adore more than you my love. I know you dont love me like i love you(possibly at all, doesnt matter) but thats fine. If you hate me, please tell me so i can back off, but that wont change my feelings in the slightest. I will still love you. Still need you. You will still be that last thing i think about when i fall asleep, and my first thought in the morning. I would still stalk your mom's facebook page for pictures of you, grinning wide at each one. I would still be jealous of (name of one of her other friends who I've never met) and the rest of the (her family's last name)'s because of your affection toward them. The snowball fights you never have with me, then selfies weve never taken, the excitement in your eyes whenever you get to see her, a fraction of the excitmememt in mine when i get to see you. But its fine. Our relationships are just different. You still care about me(i think). I just wanted you to know that i am all yours love. Forever

[thoughtsofnaoru]

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE RIGHT GUY OF MY DREAMS.

Heavy TW: Open prayer + mood swings related content

To my spiritual instant big brother,

Please bear with me that I have mood swings and I've been battling it for almost six years and a lot of some guys are trying to trick me instead of saving me from my dark thoughts in days, months and years.

Every sleepless nights in despite of taking my medications, my heart and my mind are about to be get fragile into pieces everytime I hear your voice and you are crying out for God's help and I know you can feel me about my condition right now. I deeply heard you in my mind saying that "My heart goes to someone who have been suffered from anxiety, mood swings and depression. Please give us hope, dear Father and heal her fragile heart and her mind as You do. Embrace her." while your voice is cracking out and you cried until you can't continue to open up because I know you will be there for me. I can't wait to hug you if you feel the same way but I just really can't. It affects me too much.

If I am there to meet you one day, I am sorry. I cannot comfort you when I see you in pain. If a big brother from another mother cries thru prayer in God's presence, it affects me of course and never gonna lie. If ever I can meet you, someday we can play some games together. We can coop if you like. You can also invite me in your Church activities even tho we are in different beliefs and I hope you will be the best instrument coming from the one true God just for me. The reason why I decided to join one day it is not about my personal choice but I do have a purpose. To avoid toxicity to those people that can kills me in my mind to make me feel irritative.

Once I'll meet you and came into my life, and also a gamer who likes Genshin Impact the most, we can coop everyday. If you play Starrail, I'll choose you as my support. We can chat 24/7 whenever I am still wide awake or I cannot at the end of the day. In Genshin, I can be a Baizhu main then you will be a Neuvillette main so that we can be a bloom team reaction buddies. In Starrail, I can be an Imbibitor Lunae or Jingliu main, you will be a Luocha or Huohuo support then vice versa.

I pray and I hope that you will invite me in various activities in the Church as long as my family finally accepted it wholeheartedly and they will loved you the most. I hope you are the right person and my main reason why I can fight my anxiety. One day, I wish you will be my spiritual instant big brother to the man of my dreams and I need you for me to save me from all of my negative and dark thoughts that affects me in the past and you will give me hope to shine a light through.

Please appreciate this open letter and I hope you will accept it. If my whole fam finally accepts you in 100% way, we are beyond grateful. Our house is always open for you. Thank you for guiding me.

P.S: I am not an INC member but once we meet in the future, I am willing to share you my whole story. Thank you for reading this letter, my spiritual instant big brother and Neuvillette main. I hope I can trust you. 💙

Sincerely,

The future C6 Baizhu main who continuously researching in progress...

~ Naorupedia 🌸

LIFE UPDATE (as of May 2024): He is the right person and he is now my instant big brother right now. He is a Cookie Run: Kingdom player (he is older than me in four years proper) and manifesting Genshin Impact or Honkai Starrail in God's will. Philia forever since 01/26/2024. 🌸🧸🙏🏻

[mushroomwillow]

Woke up in a panic and I have no idea why really. I kept dreaming of work trying to make me come in this weekend when I’m supposed to go see my daughter. Which ok I guess is possible. But this constantly fearing losing my job is getting so old.

My company is run like shit. I love my job, I don’t want to lose my job and have to look for another one. But this company puts so much pressure on the workers, and leaves patients in positions of hardly enough care. So I feel responsible for the fact that I can’t help every single person I’ve met. Because so far every one of them has told me they wish I would come back and help them. That all the people they liked have quit, and the people that have replaced them have made them miserable.

I guess I don’t really get it. My biggest theory is that my boss isn’t explaining exactly what’s involved. But then I also see the positions I’ve been put in. Being expected to fight with doctors and government care to get someone who can’t speak for themselves permanent care. Being told they’ll order supplies, only for it to be days away from having life saving supplies running out and told I’m the one who has to order them because “I forgot and don’t have time”. And watching a wife who’s dying see her husband slip more and more into dementia, her guilt of not being able to care for him, and for his actions caused by this disease and blaming herself. She’s too sick to help him, and I’m trying as best I can to ease that stress. I don’t mind that part, I want to make their lives easier and more comfortable as they start to pass.

But I have no support. Telling my boss that I need time for my own doctors appointments, that I’ll need time to take breaks, spend time with my family, and even get therapy is met with irritation and anger. I’m expected to be on call 24/7. “I don’t have enough people to cover all the shifts” well then you need to stop accepting patients. You need to send people to other companies. You need to fully explain what the job entails to new employees. You need to support the ones you have, and ensure that they don’t get burnt out and end up leaving for one reason or another.

I’m going to be going to school soon. My goal is to get a masters in thanatology, to be educated in the process of death, dying, and the emotions that come with it. I won’t be a caregiver for forever. And I’m left with guilt of not staying around.

I’m looking to move states by February, but there’s no one to cover the patient I have, if I do convince his insurance to continue offering care, and to offer more care so they don’t have to pay out of pocket, which they can’t afford, so they would lose their care.

I’m going to look for more in home care work when we move. But the fear of “I was taught to wing it and YouTube how to do things” isn’t going to be enough is really affecting me. Just because I could get recommendations of flying colors and praise from clients, doesn’t mean my boss will offer a thing. I’ll be betraying her, and leaving her with no help.

But every employee I have talked too, has said the same thing. They hate this company. They want to find a new one. They love the work, but they’re looking for bigger and better things with education. And so much more.

Idk I’m in a mood today. I feel discouraged, drained, and overwhelmed with other parts of my life. I feel like there’s way too much weight on me to succeed. There’s no room for failure, we can’t afford it.

I guess I do know why I keep waking up in a panic.

[yamikawas]

hey. ⚡️Yoomtah has been busy. Even though my circuits can run dry you’re the only thing on my mind. Your life sustains me, darling. And I can tire myself out and recharge in your arms. Zzt! I have all of you to myself already. So tonight I’ll rest in your arms. 🌸

AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOOMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ;///; PLS COME RECHARGE IN MY ARMS AS MUCH AS U WANT I'LL HUG U SO TIGHT AND KISS U ON UR HEAD I LOVE U SO MUCH CMERE<3<3<3MAKING GRABBY HANDS AT U RN I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I L O V E Y O U

[thatfuzzyfamiliarspace]

It’s not even her that’s getting at me. It’s seeing what he did. This time last year I went to see him during my lunch round her flat. I came back with countless hickeys, bite marks and scratches all over me. It’s like I got jealous of myself from the video and pictures I saw. The feeling of the lust he had for me. How fucking intoxicating it was that we wanted eachother but couldn’t go any more further. He hasn’t touched me like that since. Maybe that’s what fucks me up. Maybe that’s what I miss about the 3 of us. How much I was wanted. Maybe it was because it was forbidden for us to do anything major, the having to slow the pace of everything. But I miss the marks. There’s so many pictures and videos of all the marks. I remember saying I was having the best sex of my life then, and we weren’t even fucking. That whole dynamic of the 3 of us back then was so comfortable. I felt equal to her. I didn’t feel like some play thing. It worked. And I loved it. I wanted a future for all of us. And I fucked that up. There’s feelings I’ll never get again and it still gets to me that I lost that. There was so much potential there too. It was different. I’m so much happier now I’m so many ways, but there’s things I don’t feel would be the same. If we ever found a third it wouldn’t be nothing like it was with her. I think that’s what puts me off the idea. It wouldn’t be the same. It’s like it would only work with her. I do find myself missing her. But lately it’s more been missing the feeling of being with them both and being at that early lustful place in the dynamic. It was such high in my life. A major peak and I fell so much afterwards. I’m forever scarred by how it ended. I still have resentment for him breaking up with her in the first place, and for getting back with her two weeks after that. I just felt like that solidified me being out of it for good. And shit those videos will come up soon too, that day I was just crying the whole time at work where my eyes were so puffy. Where I started to really hit that mega low. Seeing the memories or not it still comes flooding back to me all the time. Both the good and the bad. It’ll always haunt me, knowing what we had and what could’ve been. I still dk how to move on and process it. I guess it would be moving on with J. And I am. We’ve got the flat, we’ve done so much, and I’ve never been happier. But he talks so much about finding someone else. I wonder if he feels the same as me, I wonder if he misses how it was with the three of us and craves to have that again. Idk.

I hate how much it affects me tho. He’s right it will do our relationship harm in the future if it keeps going on. How can he blame me for worrying about being too much and him leaving when he literally affirms it ? He says if I don’t change and get over this “silly stuff” then he will rethink stuff. That just fucks me up and makes me not wanna talk or open up or be honest. It makes me wanna shut down and keep it all hush and quiet.

He doesn’t deserve to keep dealing with me tho, not with all the repetitive lows and worries and anx’s and everything. It’s what pushed Thelo away. I’m scared shitless that I’m doomed to have history repeat itself. I can’t shake the feeling that even tho “we’ve hardly seen eachother these past few days” as he’s been saying constantly, that he doesn’t even have the capacity to see me tonight because of how I’ve been lately. I’ve been too much. Added too much to his plate and stressed him out. Now he needs space from me. We’re meant to be moving in together in a week. What if he needs space and now we live together ? What if I’m too much to be dealing with 24/7? Ik we did it in the flat before, but it’ll be different this time. He won’t have the option to go to his mums or whatever, maybe his will idk. I just wish I didn’t get us to this point. I hate that I can’t control anything when I’m hormonal. I defo don’t think I’ll take a break again from the pill for a few months. I fucking hate this shit. I wanna go back to being how I was before, with him being so happy with me. He said this new pill made me so much better. I just wanna be what he wants. God I can’t help but beat myself up over the past few days. I can never tell if what he says to me is just being said to comfort me or if he’s saying “what I wanna hear”. Like I wanna believe he’s genuine but he says such contrasting things it just confuses me. Or am I just listening wrong and making myself believe that. I have no fucking clue. I don’t wanna suck the enjoyment out of the next week. We’re going out tomorrow. We move in a week ! We have his b day thing next saturday. I just want him to be happy and I wanna be the cause of his happiness. Maybe it’s a good thing we’re apart tonight. I miss him loads. But I don’t wanna risk making matters worse. God why am I such a fucking idiot.

[russic]

Jean Kirstein Boyfriend Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Below Cut 

Request: Hello! I love your headcanons so much; they’re adorable! Do you write for Jean from Attack on Titan? I thought I saw you accepted the request, but now I can’t find the ask. Then, I went back and saw he is not on your character request post. Just double checking because I don’t want to request something you’re not comfortable with. 

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SFW 

The definition of, “The perfect boyfriend” is Jean Kirstein. 

Immediately when Jean first saw you, he knew you were the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes on. 

Jean recalls seeing you at Marco’s “beginning of the year” house party during your freshman year of college. After laying eyes on you, Jean slapped Marco’s chest and pointed in your direction. His jaw nearly dropped when you smiled at him. Since then, Jean has been wrapped around your finger.

Since you began dating, Jean shows you off to EVERYONE. He’s amazed that he’s dating such a sweet, gorgeous, and kind woman. 

If you’re hilarious - even better. Jean adores when you’re the person who is making the entire room burst into laughter. 

Jean vividly remembers Eren looking at him stating, “Jean, your girlfriend is hilarious. We’ll trade you for her.” 

I hope I am not the only one who pictures this: Jean is co-captain of your college’s Rugby team with Porco. 

Yes, girls are knocking on his door 24/7. 

He’s constantly reminding you, “You’re the one woman who matters to me.” 

He’s a Dunkin’ Donuts boy. 

He orders a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry donut. 

(I just know) Jean has the “Saturdays are for the Boys” flag hanging in his living room. 

Professional cornhole and beer pong player. You’re flattered when Jean escorts you to the beer pong table stating, “play with me.” You always win because Jean is carrying the team. 

Tries to eat healthy, but ultimately fails. 

All Dressed Chips and Flaming Hot Cheetos get him every time. 

(Yes, this happens ALL THE TIME...)

Do you know how HOT Jean looks driving a car? 

Rests his hand on your thigh. 

Places his hand on the back of your headrest if he is reversing the car.

Always gives you permission to play your music on the aux cord.

EXTREMELY PLAYFUL: 

If Jean is baking, he will jokingly smack your ass with flour on his hand or put frosting on your nose to lick it off. 

Beware of “Dutch Ovens” right before bed. 

“Damn, babe.” Jean said fanning the air in front of his nose. 

“Jean, that was you.” 

Jean constantly stands with his hands in his pocket, or they are crossed behind his head. 

Yes, he looks irresistible; his muscles will flex, and your jaw will drop. 

LOVES GOING SHOPPING 

Jean purchases you matching clothing (even if it is against your will). 

He usually wears sweatshirts, t-shirts, and khakis with his white Nike Vintage Blazer shoes. (He’s essentially a college frat boy, but the gentlemen edition). 

His favorite store is Vineyard Vines. 

Jean looks S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G. with a five o’clock shadow, but he always shaves it. 

“I have forever to grow a beard. I’ll look like an old man.” 

HUGE ACTS OF PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION: Especially around Eren. 

Jeans needs to assure everyone knows you’re his girlfriend. Jean will hold your hand, grab your waist, kiss your forehead, and hug you from behind. 

What a BIG SIMP

You may believe Jean is “rough” on the outside, but he’s SOFT. 

Cuddling is a REQUIREMENT in this relationship. 

Jean enjoys spooning you. This allows him to bury his head in your shoulder and smell your perfume. 

Jean volunteers at local orphanages and animal shelters. He has never told anyone this secret, but you. 

He tries to maintain the “hard-ass” personality around friends, but he has the biggest heart you’ve ever seen. 

“I’ll try to save everyone and everything I can; I never want anyone to live without knowing they are loved by someone.” 

Cries during Nicholas Spark’s The Notebook 

“Why can’t she just remember who he is all the time? Thats heartbreaking. This cannot happen to us.” 

You’ll gently remind him, “how could I ever forget the man I fall in love with more and more each day?” 

Jean’s favorite movies are Twilight, Legally Blonde, and White Chicks.

Jean’s favorite television shows are Criminal Minds, The Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl, Euphoria, and Pretty Little Liars. 

Little kids admire him:

When Jean holds a baby in his arms, your heart swells three more sizes. 

Uses PET NAMES, especially princess, baby, love, and beautiful. 

If Jean is feeling playful, he refers to you as “hot stuff.” 

LOVES when you’ll hug him from behind and bury your head in his back or shoulder.

Constantly discovers himself lovingly staring into your eyes. He will cup your face and lightly rub the apples of your cheek with his thumb. 

He reminds you, “You’re everything I ever wanted.” 

Give Jean NECK KISSES! Those are his favorite. 

Speaking of kissing: Jean’s an expert. 

He enjoys pulling you onto his lap and having a “touchy,” but passionate, make out session. 

Memorized the location of the sweet spot on your neck. 

F.O.R.E.H.E.A.D. K.I.S.S.E.S. G.A.L.O.R.E.

Jean loves the idea of kissing you in the rain. He strives to recreate all of the romantic scenes in his favorite movies. 

Especially The Notebook. 

Low key insecure: Jean is a man who appears extremely cocky and confident. However, he’s insecure about his attitude, body, and personality. Expect to reassure him that you’ll forever love him just the way he is. 

Always talks about how he wants to grow old with you. 

“We can have six kids and live in the house of our dreams! But you’ll have to die after me. I could never live without you.” 

ROMANTIC GOODNIGHT TEXTS when you’re apart. 

“Hey, beautiful. I hope you had a good day today. I miss the feeling of your head laying on my chest as you start falling asleep. I can’t wait to see you again, my love. Sleep well, gorgeous. I love you.” 

NSFW

I cannot picture a world where Jean Kirschtein isn’t a SERVICE DOM: 

Yes, a Service Dom that takes his time and praises you. 

Jean CANNOT initiate a make out session without it leading to sex. Once you sit on his lap and your lips sync together, Jean’s cock begins poking the inside of your thighs. 

“Sorry, baby. I can’t help myself.” 

DO NOT bite your bottom lip if you do not expect to have your pussy filled. 

He’s such a TEASE: 

BEGGING FETISH. 

As you’re sitting on Jean’s lap grinding your cores together, Jean will slip his hand inside of your pants and lightly graze your pussy lips. He purposely avoids the place you need him most. 

“Tell me where you want my fingers, baby. Beg me to play with your pussy.” 

Jean is an expert at removing your bra. Since you two have fucked each other countless times; Jean can reach behind you with one hand and unclasp your bra without looking. 

TITTY FUCKING

Enjoys pinning you against the wall. You’ll wrap your legs around his waist and your hands will intertwine around his neck as he kisses you and squeezes your ass. 

“You’d love it if I just fucked you here, wouldn’t you?” 

Jean has a terrible habit of fingering you in public. You’ll try to control yourself, but you can’t help but squirm. 

If your friends ask, “What’s wrong?” You’ll look like a deer in headlights until you answer, “Um, nothing” after cumming on his middle and ring finger. 

Continues to finger your pussy until he hears how wet you are. 

What a PERFECT PUSSY EATER:

“FEASTS”

Jean takes his time and assures you maintain eye contact as his tongue buries deep inside of your pussy. He loves watching you fall apart on his tongue. 

Enjoys sitting you on the kitchen counter, removing your bottoms, sliding your underwear to the side and eating out your pussy. 

“I think it's time to eat; don’t you think so, baby?” 

As Jean is sucking on your clit, he will reach up and intertwine your fingers together. 

If you’re giving Jean head, he LOVES having his balls sucked while you jerk him off. 

“Fuck, you’re such a good little girl.” 

SPANKING KINK. 

Jean will lay you across his lap when you have an “attitude” and spank you. 

“Be quiet, love. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” 

ADORES when you SAY HIS NAME in the bedroom. It assures Jean that he will be the only man to pleasure you.

Yes, Jean likes to take his time during sex, but his thrusts are L.E.T.H.A.L. Each trust you feel Jean pounding against your cervix pushing you beyond your limits. 

Jean always enjoys having sex with you regardless of the position. However, his favorite is missionary. He loves looking into your eyes and holding your hands as you’re moaning his name and begging for your release. 

Morning sex is the best. 

Jean will softly wake you up by sucking on your nipples. Within minutes, Jean is burying himself inside of you loving the feeling of his cock being squeezed by your cunt. 

Eventually, Jean will fuck you in front of the dresser mirror from behind. He presses your back against his chest as his large hands cup your breasts. Both of you become mesmerized at the image in the mirror. Your bodies fit together perfectly. 

If Jean wants to be rough, he will fuck you from behind. Jean will pull your hair into a ponytail to assure he is drilling into your tiny cunt. 

If you get a little too loud, Jean will place his hand over your mouth. 

“Sh, baby. If you don’t keep it down the neighbors will start to complain.” 

(They already have been complaining). 

Enjoys the sound of your thighs pounding together. 

LOVES fucking you while you are WEARING LINGERIE.  

Jean will immediately purchase any lingerie piece or set you adore (especially red ones). However, as soon as you put the lingerie on, expect your panties to get pushed aside. You’re going to get railed. 

Normally last three LONG rounds. Jean strives to “savor the moment” and “memorize” the image of your naked body. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” 

BREEDING KINK. Jean always asks where you want him to cum.  However, his heart jumps when he hears you say, “Cum inside of me.” Quickly, Jean fills your pussy with his cum hoping to see your stomach swell in a few months.

Jean is the K.I.N.G. of aftercare. Once you both are finished, Jean will carry you bridal style to the shower. He washes and moisturizes your body assuring he did not hurt you too badly. 

(Shower sex is always a possibility).

Afterwards, Jean will dry you off; place your hair into a bun, and lay you into bed. He will softly rub your body until he hears you lightly snoring. 

“Ready for Round 2?” 

[desiredcaramellatte]

Hey I just saw your captain ice x child reader hcs (and I think it was cute) I was wondering if you could do the same with Frost queen cookie from kingdom. Like raising them as a baby then onwards to as a child. child reader is either her adopted or biological child. If you don’t write or if you don’t know how to write for frost Queen then it’s okay :) 👍

Ahh glad you liked my Captain Ice HCs! I loved writing them so much, wish she could be my mom.

Oh my gosh this is such a wholesome request, I love Frost Queen and I haven’t tried writing for her before :0

I write for almost every crk character (with the exception of unreleased ones and Angel Cookie), so of course I’ll fill your need for Frost Queen parental fluffies 💕!!

Also I filled up an entire page in my notebook of notes for this so lol it’s a little l o n g- I didn’t even put all the notes I had written down into here as well, mostly because tired, so jsbdhe-

~| Frost Queen will not be good at any of this. She is not kind, she is not motherly, and she is not warm. When you first came to her, either as her own or adopted, she had no clue what to do. She will be nervous, and practically speechless, when she’s first holding you.

~| She has absolutely zero clue on how to take care of and raise a child. The frost children who come to her never ask her for anything, a lot of the times she doesn’t even have to do much but watch, so when you start crying, she will have zero clue what to do. Frost Queen often asks the other legendary cookies (sometimes even regular cookies) what to do with you.

~| Despite her coldness, she will be overprotective. When she considers you hers, you’re going to be hers alone, and hers forever. She wants to keep you forever, and she will, believe me. She will do whatever it takes to make sure you always stay with her.

~| She doesn’t let you out of her sight at all. You have to constantly be with her 24/7, or she has to know where you are and that you’re safe and sound, and you have to be close enough for her to check up on you. A lot of the times when you’re in a room or sleeping she’ll just open the door or peek in ever so slightly to make sure you’re still there.

~| Her palace is very cold- it’s literally made of ice- and she knows it. She may not be able to feel cold herself, but she will know when you are. She’s seen cookies come into her palace, she knows what they look like when they’re cold. Frost Queen will literally go to the nearest town and demand all of their blankets, or as much as she can carry- what are they going to do, so no to the immortal frost witch that plagues their urban legends?

~| She is not good at showing affection at all, physical or emotional. She isn’t much for touching, nor does she have a lot of time to give. Often times, she leaves you little ice sculptures, often of things you tell her you like or she sees you fawning over. Her love language is mostly just gift giving. If you want something, she’ll do everything in her power (which is a lot lol) to get it for you.

~| Sadly, Frost Queen is very stressed out, and she has taken that out on you a few times before. It doesn’t happen much, but if she’s too overwhelmed, she will yell at you. She may also use her imposing stature to scare you, but she would not physically harm you.

~| She has a very good memory, she’ll remember things you did two weeks ago, eight months ago, or even five years ago. Every moment she’s around you she always seems to be watching you, just silently staring and processing every little thing you do into her mind and storing it in her memory.

~| If you’re a good, quiet kid she will let you sit with her in her throne room. Occasionally, she may let you sit or lay on your lap. As long as you do not disturb her during or work or while she is thinking, she will allow you to stay.

~| Frost Queen doesn’t like to touch you much, and often doesn’t. This isn’t just because of her cold, non-touch affectionate nature, but also because she is worried of you getting cold from her hands. She often has the cold breeze swirling around her, and her skin is frozen to the touch. She does not feel cold herself, but she knows she radiates it, and thus will not set her hands on you very often for fear of you getting frostbite or simply being cold.

~| If she does touch you, though (most likely after assuring her you’re fine with the cold along with wearing gloves just to make sure), she often holds your hand. She finds this small gesture so comforting- it tells her that you’re right there, beside her, that she has control over you while still allowing you to be a free spirit. She knows where you are when you are, and that’s mostly what she wants.

~| Sadly, you probably won’t have many cookie friends. Being the child of the literal frost witch known to steal children and adults alike, a lot of cookies will be scared of you because of your mom- or simply for fear that you’ll become like her. Most of your friends will probably be animals- deer, arctic foxes, snow hares, etcetera. When she can, Frost Queen liked to take you out to pet the animals.

~| Will not hesitate to hurt anyone who harms you. It doesn’t matter if it’s on accident, if they so much as bruise you, she will break their arm- if they’re a mortal threat to you, she has no problem with putting them to an icy end. She is not good at comforting you, or even healing you, but she will defend you, you can count on that.

~| If you’re ever scared, you can always hide in her robes. Frost Queen loves it when you come to her for comfort (even if she can’t provide it) and/or protection, and she will guard you with her life. She’ll hide you in her robes and allow you to watch her daily life.

~| She’ll sit with you if you have a nightmare or can’t sleep. A lot of the times, she’ll tell you stories, often with dark or angsty endings, but she throws in a happy ending, even in a tragedy, if you request it. She is an amazing storyteller- she describes everything in just enough details for you to picture it, and she is very good at making up stories on the spot as well.

~| She will try her absolute best to explain her job to you, if you’re confused by it- how it’s natural, how it keeps the world’s order in place. How the frost children come to her willingly to help with the world’s maintenance. She doesn’t care if you support it or not, but she will not stop her job on your request. She may love you immensely, but she still has to do her job, even if it upsets you.

~| If she ever thinks you’ll run away or leave her, she is not afraid to lock you in your room for days on end. She will not let you out until she is 100% convinced that you won’t do something rash or stupid. She wants to keep you there with her, forever, and she will always try to keep you there. She’ll bring you food, water, and blankets though, she will still care for your needs, even if you try to get away from her.

~| She loves you more than she let’s on, and you can see it in the little things she does- how differently she treats you from others, how she seems a little warmer to you, despite still having the frigid persona. You melt her frozen heart, you have ever since she first held her, even if it’s not by much, you make her just a little bit warmer, just a little bit happier.

~| She is not afraid to shut you down if you’re rebellious. Again, going back to the locking you in your room. Don’t destroy her stuff, she’ll get really angry and may not let you out of your room for months.

~| When trying to comfort you, Frost Queen use logical points- which often don’t work because comforting is linked to emotional feelings. At least she’s trying? “What’s the point in crying?” “You’re going to be fine later, so don’t worry about this.” “Don’t cry. You’ll dehydrate yourself. It’s just a waste of water.”

~| Overall just a mother who will try her best to take care of you, and fail over and over. Occasionally, though, she does this ‘motherly’ thing right, and gets to bond with you. Frost Queen loves you in her own, icy way.

This took way too long jdbbfjfbbf

Loved writing it though 😌

[allywritesforfun]

{Behind the Glasses} c!Eret x Fem!Reader

summary: you are about to get married to Eret, but you still don't know what he's trying to hide from you. you have to find out before you commit

pronouns: she/her

word count: 1569

trigger warning: kind of angsty

masterlist

The days in the castle were always fun. Eret was a great king and to be honest, he didn't do much except build. No one really needed his help and he tried to stay out of every fight on the server after his betrayal.

Shortly after he became King, you two met. It was really a ‘love at first sight’ moment. You just knew that you had to go talk to him. And now here you are, years later as his Queen in waiting.

Today was an alright day. You and Eret didn't do much except walk around, sit by the lake, and you did do a little cleaning. It was night time now. You started the fireplace while he got into his night wear.

“Eret, love,” You called out. “Are you hungry or anything? I can make some potatoes.”

Eret appeared from the hallway, “No, I’m alright. I should be able to make it through the night. I think I just wanna stay in here and snuggle.”

You smiled, “Okay, I like the sound of that.”

Eret brought in a blanket and a few pillows and placed them on the ground. You ended up pushing them a little further back to make sure that they didn't catch on fire. You were always nervous about fires and explosions. The server was so unpredictable in nature. You always feared of messing up. If something ever got destroyed or broken while you were just with Eret, everyone would accuse you of being a traitor. And you couldn't blame. If you were anyone else you would think the same.

Eret noticed a while back how careful you were. Almost everything that you did outside was staged. The people had no reason to trust you. You don't have any huge or interesting backstory. You just kinda joined and started living your life. You could understand why they might’ve thought that you were strange and wanted to avoid you. 

You trusted Eret with your life. You knew that he was ready to burn empires to the ground if they tried to hurt you. But you never really knew much about Eret. Well you knew a lot, but it all came from stories of others, not himself. You tried not to look too far into it, but it lurked in the back of your mind.

Eret sat down next to you, getting as close as possible that he could without squishing you. He took his cape and placed it over both of your shoulders.

You two stared at the fire. You always wondered how it looked to him. Those glasses are all darkened out. If you couldn't see into them, how was he supposed to see out?

“You know we’re inside right?” You asked.

Eret awkwardly chuckled, “Well yeah, we’ve been inside for a while now.”

“There’s no sun in here,” You pointed out. “You can take off those glasses.”

He backed away from you, “Absolutely not.”

No one has ever told you why he wears the glasses 24/7. It was frustrating to you. Whenever you tried to ask him about it, he would distance himself and go all quiet for the rest of the day. You tried asking other people, but they never told you anything. ‘It’s just best if he tells you,’ they all would say.

You were sick of being denied. You had to know. And it was going to be today whether he liked it or not. You guys are gonna get married soon. You had to know every part of him before you could make the full commitment.

“Eret,” You lowered your voice. “It feels like everyone else knows about the glasses except me. No one will tell me what they’re about. It's not fair. I’m supposed to be the one that knows everything about you, but people know secrets about you that I don't know.”

“Good,” Eret said. “They listen to orders well.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Eret told you. “I told them not to tell you otherwise there would be a punishment.”

You looked at him astonished. You always felt like an outsider. You assumed it was because of Eret and people just didn't want to get close to you, but it wasn't about that. You could have friends right now if it wasn't for Eret. You could belong to something more than the throne, “You’re joking right?”

Eret shook his head, “It's better this way.”

“No, it's not,” You argued. “I have no friends. I have you and that's all. I could be living an actual life right now, but no. You had to go threaten the people for what? For glasses? That's ridiculous.”

You stood up and started pacing around. When you're mad you pace, it was the best way to get your energy out in a nonviolent way.

“Sit back down,” Eret urged. “Just don't worry about it. Come here and snuggle.”

You shook your head, at this point you couldn't even look at him, “No, I'm leaving.”

“Leaving?” Eret repeated. “Don't leave. It's not that big of a deal. I won't keep them on forever.”

“Not a big deal?” You asked. “It's big enough of a deal to threaten everyone! To isolate me!”

“I didn’t think people would avoid you!” Eret stood up. “I really didn't mean for that to happen, that was a consequence. I’m really sorry about that, I really am.”

“Tell me what the glasses are for. You take them off when I’m asleep and when you know you’re going to be alone, that’s it. Tell me what they’re hiding.”

He shook his head, “I-I ca-”

You cut him off, “Then we’re done. If I don't know who you are, then I can't trust you. And if you can't trust me to know, then it's not worth it.”

Eret tried to walk closer to you but you backed away, “Don't do this.”

You nodded, “I'm knowing right now or I’m leaving the Greater SMP all together. You won't see me ever again.”

Eret shook his head. He went quiet for a couple seconds debating, “Okay. But there’s all a purpose to this okay? It doesn't affect my person at all. I'm still who I am, alright?”

You nodded, “Go on then.”

He looked at you and placed his fingers to them, he didn't move. He roughly pulled his hand away from them, “I won't let you put mirrors in here for a reason you know.”

You nodded, “Yeah, at first you didn’t want to see yourself after the betrayal. You couldn't even look at yourself. Now that I’m here you don't want me to get in my head about how I look.”

He nodded, “All of that is true. But these glasses, they hide a part of me that I don't wanna remember existed. That's the deeper reason why I won't have mirrors in here. I scare people, and sometimes I scare myself.”

You were beyond confused at this point, “Just tell me, Eret. It's alright.”

“Just don't be scared,” He begged. “Just give me a minute after to compose myself. You’re the first person to see this part of me.”

You nodded, “I'm not leaving.”

Eret took a deep breath and slowly took them off. He was right, you were scared at first, but you did your best to hide it. You froze up. His eyes, pure white looking back at you. You stood confused and panicked. You kept in mind what he said about giving him a minute. You slowly walked towards him, holding your hand out. He gently took it, pulling you closer.

“Your eyes,” You started, “I mean-obviously your eyes, but. How did this happen?”

“I was born with it,” He whispered. “I don't know much about them at all. I just know that he has them.”

You hugged Eret. You could feel that he was weak just from talking about it.

He continued on, “I’m nothing like him. I-I promise. I don't wanna hurt anyone. The betrayal... “

You cut him off. You noticed that he never said his name. You could feel that he was disappointed in himself since he was born and learned about him, “The betrayal was something that you were tricked into doing. Dream took advantage of that. L’manberg doesn’t matter anymore. It's blown up by its own founder. Really, don't worry about it. No one cares anymore.”

“I hurt people. Got them killed,” Eret said, laying his head on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Eret,” You pulled away to look at him and smiled. “They are quite pretty, you know.”

He shook his head, “Don't flatter me. You can't even tell where I’m looking.”

You laughed, “That just makes you more interesting. I love them.”

“You’re not scared of me?”

“No,” You replied. “I have no reason to be. You haven't done a thing to me or anyone to make anyone think that you would ever come close to doing what he does. Just relax okay? Thank you for telling me. I understand if you want to wear them ins-”

“I don't want to,” He happily said. “Everything is so dark, there’s no vibrancy.” He leaned in closer to you, rubbing your cheek with his hand. “Like your eyes, they have color. Like I never got to see them because you were either sleeping or these damn glasses.”

You smiled, “Then keep them off, you look beautiful.”