#Kinda angst

[silken-moonlight]

Ok but my mind is plagued by following scenario:

Ascended Astarion and Spawn Tav. Both able to enjoy the sun. Astarion becoming caught up in his fantasy of being this dark Lord of Baldurs Gate. Everything had to fit his plan. From the clothes he wears to how the rooms are decorated to the littlest Details.

However: You have one room for your own, its completly diffrent. In soft colours of white and beige. The clothes you wear are clothes that you like and mostly in the same soft colours.

Astarion had never bothered to look inside that room, it never occured to him that you wanted something diffrent.

But then he can't find you. In the middle of the day when he feels like falling, one of those rare moments when he feels so lost and alone....He searches until he finds you. Gently opening the door to the sunfilled room. You wear one of those white robes he forbid you to wear. Laying on your daybed with a book, not even noticing him. The picture, so harmonic how your hair catches the light. How you glow, how warm you must feel to his hands. How your scent fills him and how the oeace in your aura calms his mind for a moment.

How much he remebers how diffrent you are from him, how he wants to go back in that moment when he wasn't ascended and it was just you and him. Books, sun and laughter and so much love.

He shuts the door and walks away. After all he ascended so he can give you more from life. He had no time anymore to dwell in the past.

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request this [ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party with rooster from the jealous prompts? Thanks 😊

Car Troubles

Summary: An issue with your car leads you to dealing with sexist mechanics. Will Bradley be there to help you?

Pairing:Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x afab!Reader

Warnings: Arguing, sexism, intimidation, a little angst if you squint and swearing.

Word count: 1006

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

Rooster had been watching you from his spot in his Bronco as you stood inside the mechanic shop talking to the guy behind the desk. Your car had been making a weird noise and had ended up breaking down. So you had taken it to Maverick and he gave it a once over telling you what was wrong and what parts you would need. He unfortunately wasn’t able to do the repairs himself because of a vacation he had planned with Penny and Amelia. 

Rooster had volunteered to do the repairs but once he got under the hood of your car everything was a lot different than his beat up Bronco. He had fixed most of the stuff in his vehicle with pure dumb luck. He didn’t want to take a chance of fucking up your vehicle with a hope of luck so he left the fixing to the professionals. You were supposed to pick your car up from the shop today. 

He figured it would be a simple task. You would go in, go over what the final cost of repairs were, pay the bill, get your car and be on your way. But the way things were looking inside the shop he wasn’t sure that’s how it was going. You had been in there for almost ten minutes now talking to the guy at the desk. Bradley thought for a while that maybe there was an issue with their system. 

As another five minutes went by he began to worry. He could see your toes tapping violently against the floor of the shop. Your arms were crossed along the expanse of your chest. He could tell even from behind you had to have had a look of fury on your face from the way you were standing. He debated on going inside when he saw you let out a deep breath. But he thought against it knowing you liked to handle things yourself. 

His thoughts changed quickly when he saw you throw your arms in front of you. As if asking what the fuck is this while shaking your head sharply. Turning off the Bronco he quickly made his way out of his front seat and towards the front door. Upon opening the door he was greeted by your voice. You hadn’t seemed to notice him so he remained quiet. 

“What the fuck do you mean I need a whole new engine? The car is barely a year old and has less than ten thousand miles on it. There is absolutely no way it needs an engine replacement.” You seethed out as your hands grabbed the papers in front of you harshly. 

“Miss, as I have been trying to tell you. Your entire engine has quit working. We would have to order so many parts it would just be easier and cheaper for you to replace the whole engine.” the middle aged mechanic spoke to you in a monotone voice and his expression bored. 

“My father-in-law has been working on cars pretty much his whole life and made me aware that the only part I would need is a new timing belt because my old one seemed to be faulty and possibly an oil change.” you pointed your finger at him sternly. Bradley felt pride swell through his chest as you referred to Maverick as your father-in-law. Yet his mood soured as the mechanic spoke again. 

“Well miss I’m not sure what to tell you other than the fact that he was clearly wrong. Why don’t you let us replace the engine and we'll throw in five discounted oil changes. I’m sure a young lady such as yourself could use someone else doing them.” He spoke to you blinking slowly. 

“I don’t need to replace my fucking engine. I will have my car towed from here and take it somewhere else if you don’t stop being a sexist piece of shit.” The anger in your voice scared Bradley a little as he had never heard it before. But the mechanic didn’t react at all. So Bradley finally decided to intervene. He came to stand behind you glaring at the balding man in front of you. He crossed his arms over his chest and flexed his muscles. 

Thankful he was still in his uniform from work so it gave him an extra bit of authority to his stance. The man’s face paled slightly at the sight of him. With one more pointed look from Bradley the man started to speak again.

“Actually ma’am now that I think of it, replacing the timing belt and getting an oil change should fix the issues you were having.” You let out a deep breath as the man finally seemed to have reason. But that wasn’t good enough for Bradley and he shook his head at the man. 

“I will also throw in five oil changes, free tire rotation and a discount code for a set of four tires.” He spoke quickly looking to Bradley for approval. Bradley raised his eyebrow and the man spoke once again.

“I also want to apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred today and can promise that you will be getting better service in the future.” That seemed to satisfy both you and Bradley. So he slowly slipped back out the door making sure to stare daggers at the man inside until you were done and heading back to the Bronco. You got in with a loud huff buckling the seat belt and reaching your hand out towards your fiancé. You laid your head on the window beside you as he grabbed your hand. 

“I didn't get my car today. I don't want to talk about it right now. Can you please just take me home Bradley. I have a raging headache from dealing with that bullshit.” you said as you closed your eyes. 

“I’ll take you anywhere you like sweet cheeks.” he replied to you, giving you a quick kiss on the back of your hand before pulling out of the parking lot.

A/N: Sorry this took forever darling anon! Thank you so much for the request!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff & @sylviebell

[thetreefairy]

Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where reader was doing a patrol with a few friends of class 1A and Hitoshi and something happens and reader gets trapped with this hero that panicked saving their self and left reader for dead.

Did I make this while in a depressive episode yes, so if its more like comedy then angst hehe-

Kofi

Warnings: implied murder, class 1-a tells erasermic what happened much to the heroes dismay, Reader wakes up kidnapped, class 1-a is also a yandere.

It was Reader’s first mission together with Hitoshi and Uraraka. They were incredibly excited, especially since they were with their favorite hero: NYX. “We will be doing a rescue mission, if you sense any danger get out of there.” Nyx told them. “Take care of each other. [Hero name], you are with me.”

“Understood!” Reader agreed happily. “Stay safe.” Hitoshi whispered in his sibling’s ear as they separated. “I will.”

Well, Reader tried. During the rescue mission they were caught by villains, and NYX left Reader and the victim as the main villain made the building collapse. Reader used their body to protect the victim causing Reader to pass out.

“[Hero name]? "Please be okay!” the victim shouted. The victim kept shouting for help and help.

“Where is Reader?” Hitoshi asked NYX when he saw them come out alone. “They were supposed to be behind me.” NYX lied, turning around in fake concern. “Where are they?” Uraraka asked, feeling nervous.

“Uraraka, call Eraserhead. I will deal with NYX.”

When Erasermic had arrived at the scene, multiple heroes were trying to get into the building and get Reader. Uraraka made the ruins float and when Tokoyami arrived together with Hawks he used Dark Shadow to lift up wrecks. “Bird!” The victim shouted. “[Hero Name] is injured! Please help! Please!”

“Go to Reader, Hitoshi. We will take care of NYX.” Present mic told his adoptive son. “Fuck them up.” Hitoshi told his dads. Eraserhead just nodded and pushed them away.

“We are going to talk.” Eraserhead told NYX and Present mic started to drag them towards an alleyway.

“Fucking hell.” Hitoshi gasped out when he saw his siblings' injuries. “I am so sorry.” The victim apologized. “You have nothing to say sorry for.” Hitoshi promised her. “Hitoshi, go with Reader into ambulance. We will give Eraserhead and Present Mic the location.”

Hitoshi nodded at Uraraka.

When Reader woke up they were in a  hospital-like room. But when they looked out of the window they saw that they weren’t. It looked like Aizawa’s home scenery.

“Shouldn’t I be in the dorms?” Reader mumbled out loud. “Reader!” Hizashi shouted happily and hugged them. “You woke up.”

Hizashi started crying as Aizawa, Hitoshi and Uraraka rushed in. Luckily there was a lot of room. “What the fuck is going on?” Reader mumbled out. “Papa, why am I here instead of a hospital? Is Miss Butterfly okay?”

“Miss butterfly is okay.” Hitoshi told Reader. Class 1-a nodded and Uraraka said: “She is alright, she gave me this letter to give to you.”

Uraraka showed Reader the letter and then put it down on the desk. “she was really sad when we told her you wouldn’t become a hero.” Hitoshi chuckled as Aizawa petted your hair. “Wait, why wouldn’t I become a hero?”

“Don’t worry Reader! Class 1-a will visit a lot!” Uraraka said in a comforting tone. “Now hold on, who said I won’t be a hero?”

“We did.” Aizawa said. Reader looked at Hizashi. “Mainly me actually.” Hizashi casually said. “Shota thought you would still be able to be a support hero, but you are way too precious for that!”

“What the fuck.”

[scrollonso]

touch starved with MarcMarc?

oh yesyesyes anon 🙏

Marc had always been the type to keep his emotions tightly wound, hidden behind a mask of determination and a fierce competitive spirit. It wasn’t that he didn’t crave connection — he did, desperately — but the fear of vulnerability, of showing even a hint of weakness, kept him from reaching out. Touch had become something foreign to him, something he ached for but couldn’t bring himself to ask for. Not since Valentino.

Marco, on the other hand, was a different kind of closed off. He wasn’t afraid of emotion; he wore his heart on his sleeve most days, especially around Marc. But when it came to the older rider, he hesitated. Marc’s stoic demeanor made him feel like any attempt at physical closeness would be unwelcome, rejected. So Marco kept his distance, though every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to wrap Marc in his arms and never let go.

They danced around each other, caught in this unspoken tension, both yearning for the same thing but too afraid to act on it. Marc would find himself lingering near Marco longer than necessary, his hands twitching with the desire to reach out, to feel the warmth of Marco’s skin against his. Marco noticed, of course — how could he not? But every time he thought about bridging the gap, he convinced himself that Marc didn’t want it. Maybe Marc didn’t need the comfort, didn’t need the touch. Why would Marc Marquez need comfort from him? Need anything from him?

Days turned into weeks, and the tension between them only grew. They’d share glances that lasted a moment too long, fingers brushing against each other accidentally, sending sparks through both of them. It was torture, knowing they were so close yet still so far from what they truly wanted.

It finally came to a head one late afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice session. They were alone in their respective motorhomes, the atmosphere thick with the unspoken feelings that had been building for so long. Marc was sitting on the edge of his sofa, shoulders slumped, eyes distant. Marco walked out of his door, hands shoved into his pockets, heart pounding in his chest as he debated with himself, as he walked towards the structure with Marc's name on the door.

“Marc?” Marco’s voice was hesitant, almost trembling as he knocked. Marc was quick to his feet, opening the door as his eyes begansearching Marco’s face for something he couldn’t quite name. There was a silence, heavy and charged, before Marco finally continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I hug you?”

The question hung in the air, and Marc felt something inside him crack, something he’d been holding back for too long. He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, his voice rough with emotion, laced with fear, uncertainty, hesitant to let the younger boy too close. “Come here.”

Marco didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, the gap between them closing with every heartbeat. His arms reached out, tentative at first, afraid that if he moved too quickly, Marc might pull away. But when he finally wrapped his arms around Marc, it was like everything fell into place. The tension that had been building between them for so long evaporated in that instant, replaced by a warmth that neither of them had realized just how desperately they needed.

Marc stiffened slightly at the initial contact, the sensation of Marco’s arms around him unfamiliar and overwhelming. But as the seconds ticked by, he found himself relaxing, melting into Marco’s embrace. He let out a shaky breath, his hands coming up to grasp the back of Marco’s shirt as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment.

It felt surreal — being held like this, feeling the steady rhythm of Marco’s heartbeat against his chest. Marc had spent so long keeping everyone at arm’s length, afraid of what it meant to let someone in again, to show that he wasn’t as strong as everyone thought he was. But with Marco, it was different. Marco wasn’t just anyone; he was someone Marc trusted, someone he cared about deeply, even if he hadn’t been able to fully admit it to himself before.

Marco’s hold tightened, his cheek resting against the top of Marc’s head. “You don’t have to be afraid with me,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. “I’m here, Marc. I’m not going anywhere.”

Marc closed his eyes, letting those words sink in, letting himself believe them. He had always prided himself on being strong, on being able to handle anything that came his way, but right now, in Marco’s arms, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to admit that he wasn’t invincible.

“I’ve been so scared,” Marc admitted, his voice muffled against Marco’s shoulder. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak. I didn’t want to push you away.”

Marco’s heart ached at the confession, his fingers gently running through Marc’s hair. “You’re not weak,” he murmured. “You’re the strongest person I know, Marc. But even the strongest people need someone sometimes. And I’m here for you, okay?”

Marc didn’t respond right away, but he didn’t need to. The way he clung to Marco, the way his breathing began to steady, said everything. He wasn’t used to this — letting someone take care of him, letting someone see him like this. But with Marco, it felt okay. It felt right.

After a long moment, Marc finally pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at Marco. His eyes were glassy, but there was a softness in them, a vulnerability that Marco hadn’t seen before. “Thank you,” Marc whispered, his voice barely audible.

Marco smiled, a gentle, reassuring smile that made Marc’s chest feel warm. “You don’t have to thank me,” Marco replied, his thumb brushing away a tear that Marc hadn’t realized had fallen. “I care about you, Marc. More than you know.”

Marc’s breath caught at those words, a lump forming in his throat. He had been so afraid of letting Marco in, of what it might mean if he did, but now, standing here in the warmth of Marco’s embrace, he realized that maybe it wasn’t so scary after all.

“I care about you too,” Marc whispered, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating. He leaned his forehead against Marco’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. “I didn’t know how to tell you… I didn’t know how to ask for this.”

Marco’s smile widened, his heart swelling with affection. “You don’t have to ask,” he said softly. “I’m here, Marc. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other, soaking in the comfort and the warmth of finally being close. For the first time in a long time, Marc felt like he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone. He had Marco, and that was enough.

[icycoldninja]

Can I request Dante x Fem Reader who finds out she is pregnant and doesn't know how to tell Dante... How will he react? And how will he care for her throughout pregnancy....

Absolutley! Here you go and I hope u enjoy 💜

Pregnant (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Recently, you'd been feeling weird. You were growing increasingly fatigued, your back ached, you were feeling nauseous nearly all the time, and your mood changed like the wind. You'd randomly burst into tears whenever you heard a nostalgic song on the radio; you were often grumpy and snapped at your friends, and sometimes just felt really happy for no reason. Initially, you blew it off as exhaustion from work, until you missed your period. The entire month flew by and there wasn't a single drop of menstrual blood--one of the most telling symptoms of pregnancy. You had to check now, so you raced to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test.

An hour or so later, you were curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing, the positive-reading test in your hands. It was true. You were pregnant, and worse yet, you knew who the father was: Dante. You two had done the deed not too long ago--without protection. The two of you were so caught up in your lovemaking, you had forgotten about possible consequences. Your mind was currently in a state of delirium; thoughts swirling about like a violent blizzard. You were thrilled to discover that a child was growing inside you, but at the same time, dreaded telling Dante that the kid was his. Despite their differences, Dante and Vergil were still brothers who shared some of their core traits--and you didn't want your child to end up like Nero. After a few moments of mentally debating it, you decided to take a breather and go to one of the girls for help. Snatching up your wallet and keys, you headed for the door right when it flew open of it's own accord, or rather, Dante's accord. He strode into the room, a smile on his face, then wrapped you in a big hug. "Heya, babe! Miss me?" You nodded, wincing as he pressed you against his frame, which applied unwanted pressure on your painfully sensitive breasts. "I did," You managed to choke out, struggling to free yourself from his grip. "I missed you so much." Dante roughly patted you on the back; a gesture that normally wouldn't bother you, but now that your back was an aching, sore mess, it did. "Ow! Stop being so rough, Dante!" Dante pulled away from you, confused. "What? Did-did I do something wrong? Why ya being all grouchy?" Realizing that your behavior was going to give you away, you immediately sobered up. "No, it's just...." You sucked in a breath, trying to think up a lie quickly. "I...uhhh...pulled a muscle in my back earlier, and it hurts if you touch it." Dante blinked at you a few times before his bewildered expression melted into a grin. "Aw, is that all? I could massage it for you if you like." You forced a smile; sudden pangs of nausea were filling your stomach. "No thanks, Dante, I'll be fine." Dante frowned, sensing this behavior wasn't like you at all--you always enjoyed his massages because his hands were so strong. "You sure you're OK, Y/N? You're acting weird." You gagged; the sudden need to vomit overcoming you. Wordlessly, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time. Out came your breakfast, lunch, and last night's dinner, followed by an amalgamation of other substances you didn't want to recognize. Dante appeared around the corner, brow furrowed. "Y/N, are you sick?" You shook your head, sighing. If there was ever a time to tell him, it was now. "I'm not sick, Dante...I'm pregnant." Dante's blue eyes widened; his mouth dropped open in shock. "Wh-really?And...and the dad...is me?" You nodded miserably, feeling another wave of vomit coming. Still awed, Dante rushed forward and held your hair back while you regurgitated all that was in your stomach. After you'd been cleaned up and all that, you seated him on the couch and gave it to him straight. "Yes, Dante, you're the dad. I'm pregnant with your kid." Dante was amazed and overjoyed, but something about your tone didn't sit right with him. "Why do you sound so mad? Do...do you not want a kid?" He looked hurt, and disappointed, as if raising a child was something he'd longed for his entire life. "I do want a child...but I'm just...worried.." Dante gently took your hand in his, kissed it, and asked, "About what?" Before you could stop yourself, you'd burst into tears.

"I'm just worried you'll leave me like Vergil left Nero!" You ended up blurring out, while sobbing into his chest. "I don't want that for our kid! I want you to stay with me and have a family!" Dante was silent for a while, gently rubbing circles into you back while you cried and told him all your worries. Eventually, he pulled away, but only so he could wipe away the tears in your eyes and kiss your cheeks. "I won't leave. I'm not that old asshole, Y/N, just cause we look the same doesn't mean we'll act the same. I want to raise a family with you. I really do." He reached down and rubbed your belly. "I can't wait for this kid to get here, he's gonna be a badass just like his old man!" You laughed, nestling into his shoulder. "How do you know it'll be a boy? What if it's a girl?" Dante shrugged in response. "Then she'll be badass, like her old man, and probably'll be as pretty as her momma." You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I sure hope so..."

♡ Pregnancy care headcannons ♡

-Carries you everywhere, even if your destination is just across the room.

-Sets up a nursery like 8 months ahead of time, claiming that he needs all the time he can get to decorate it to "suit the baby's tastes".

-Throws a huge (alcohol free) party at DMC and uses it as an excuse to dramatically announce your pregnancy.

-Can't stop rubbing it in his brother's face, as until recently, a child was one of the few things Vergil had that Dante didn't.

-Cooks the weirdest dishes (like spaghetti with chocolate sauce and omlettes with rice in them) but that's okay cause you so happen to be craving these weird foods.

-CUDDLES AND HUGS 24/7!

-Seriously cannot wait for this kid to be born, he has so many plans.

[ivystoryweaver]

Spector Acts of Service part 2: Words of Affirmation

Read Spector Acts of Service (this part can be read on its own, tho)

Marc struggles to show love in the way he might need it most

Marc is always doing things for you, because being useful gives him a sense of worth

Why else could you possibly need him?

That's where his brain is tonight, anyway, despite the life you've built together

You're quiet lately - sadness lingering behind your eyes

He tries to ask you, but...he's afraid he's the reason

"Marc...can I ask you something?" You finally voice while you're washing up for bed. "Do...do you still love me?"

Your question is a knife twisting in his gut. He stops and stares at you in the mirror.

"Y-yes," he quickly stammers, before you think he paused for too long.

You swallow hard, nodding once. "You're so quiet lately."

He exhales shakily. "I'm sorry." He doesn't know what else to say.

You nod again, finishing up in the bathroom - the two of you staying silent until you climb into bed.

Marc dutifully reaches across you to make sure your phone is charging.

"Did you see your work uniform?" He asks.

You did. He always washes it for you.

"Are your feet cold? Want your socks?"

You sigh. Marc is so...helpful. He really is an angel. Yet somehow you still feel so distant from him sometimes.

Every time something gets challenging, deep, emotional, difficult - he's a statue. Or Steven shows up.

You reach for his hand. "Thank you...for everything you do for me. I love you so much."

The response is instant. His body, stiff and held back, softens as he crowds in beside you in bed - the shape of him molding to you perfectly.

Eyebrows pinched with worry relax as a shaky sigh passes his terse lips.

His nose sinks into the crook of your neck - strong arm winding around your torso. "Love you too."

"Thanks for saying it," you hum a quiet response, raking your fingers through his curls. "It means so much to me. You mean so much to me, Marc."

He smiles more the next day. You make a point to voice your appreciation for the lunch he puts in your hand, and tell him he looks good.

He nods out a quick, "thanks".

But right before you walk out the door, he clears his throat. "Have a good day. Love you."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Marc Spector-Centric stories

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[guess-i-do-art]

So I’ve been thinking about Sunrise on the Reaping, how it’s gonna play out. You know what would be really depressing?

Haymitch Abernathy, “first” victor from District 12. Winner of the fiftieth Hunger Games and the second Quarter Quell. A poor boy from the Seam who defeated twice the number of tributes. The unlikely champion.

He’d used the Capitol’s arena against itself. He endured extreme pain and injury. He had to witness his beloved Maysilee die right before his eyes. Watched as an ax cut through a girl’s head. Remember the countless young lives he took. The horrors that could have driven him to insanity.

After being announced as the victor and being taken from the arena, he received medical attention before having to sit through countless interviews being watched by everyone in Panem. Haymitch put on a smile, saying exactly what the Capitol wanted him to. The entire time he hid his emotions, not letting anyone see through him.

All Haymitch wanted was to go home. To see his family. He caught a glimpse of them waving and cheering as he stood before the District, but the Peacekeepers wouldn’t let him go to them. His mother, who he could always confide in. His father, who never expected him to say anything but would always listen. His siblings, who he could open up to and show his weaknesses to without being judged. His pet, because he found that being around animals was healing.

He was finally allowed to return to his little home on the edge of the Seam, facing the woods. This was where he grew up. He knew the house to be noisy and warm with fire from the coals harvested by his own father. Haymitch was impatient to step through the door and be greeted by his family, surely proud of him.

But something was different.

Silence. The house was cold, empty, and dark. There was no sign of struggle; all the furniture was standing up, but nothing seemed to be in its normal place. An uncut loaf of bread rested on the kitchen countertop. Everything was clean and perfect. Perfect, except for the lingering smell of blood. Haymitch immediately dropped his things, his victor’s crown clattering to the floor. He felt tears streaming down his face. He took a step forward.

Lying on the dining room table was an ax, and a glass vase holding a singular white rose.

Yeah I write sometimes. Haymitch is my favorite character so obviously I’m going to dump more trauma than necessary on him. It’s how I show affection 🫶

I am not exaggerating when I tell you I screamed and immediately started working on fanart when I heard Sunrise on the Reaping was coming out, I’ve been waiting for this for idfk 4 years?? Which isn’t very long but I’m quite impatient

The drawings above were made by me :D there’s the full picture, then a close up of the rose + ax and another of Haymitch. Woody did an amazing job as Haymitch but my heart belongs to the book accurate POC version of him ☺️ I suggest clicking on the images to see them better

Sorry if everything looks weird :/ I’m not used to drawing stuff like this

[yourfavoritehorseman]

Strife: *after a bad argument with y/n* Say it, then.

Y/n: Say what?

Strife: That you love me.

Y/n: Really?

[moonshoon]

Prom Night

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pairing: (bully!)sunghoon x fem!reader genre: fluff, a little bit of angst word count: 1.2k

summary: prom night is near, y/n doesn't have a date, sunghoon doesn't have one either. they end up spending the night together.

warnings: kissing, kinda verbal bullying, 'enemies' to lovers

shortenings: none

prom was coming closer and closer and i didn't have a date yet. not that it worried me much who i would go with, more if i would even find someone to go to prom with.

i didn't want to be the lame friend without a date that would just sit at the edge of the dance floor all night, doing nothing and just staring into the farthest parts of the ball room.

"still thinking about what loser would take you out to prom, huh?" she heard his voice from behind her.

him being park sunghoon, the school's self proclaimed 'bad boy', and coincidentally also my bully.

not the kind of bully who physically harms people, but more like, he would tease them in every way possible. about my haircut, hair color, outfit, or because of the fact that i didn't have a prom date yet and anything else about me.

funny enough, he didn't have a prom date either. i wondered why. so many pretty, popular girls made a big effort to ask him out to prom, but he just always said no. how could he just let his chance to get into prom slip so easily?

on the other side though, there would be a lot more girls, maybe even guys, asking him out for prom in those next two weeks leading up to prom, so he didn't have to take the first possible opportunity.

"it must be fun too, to just reject everyone that asks you out, just because you have a thousand more chances, no?" i responded, kind of angry.

"yeah, pretty much, doll."

"don't call me that." just kidding please call me doll again, call me any sweet or cheesy nickname.

i couldn't deny. i was in love with him. but would someone so popular and attractive ever accept someone like her as a prom date? i don't think so.

two weeks passed and i still didn't have a prom date. not even once did i dare to ask anyone because i was too afraid of rejection, but no one asked me out either. so it's my fault.

my head was hanging low, i was walking out of the gates of school slowly, dragging my feet. there was no reason to be upset, i knew i wouldn't have a date for prom, but i still hoped someone would at least try to ask me out.

the beautiful, black, and gold dress that was hanging in my wardrobe at home would have to wait another year, and maybe another, and maybe another to be worn.

"first year in college and already not attending prom. What a loser"

the same voice again. sunghoon.

"can you stop? I really can't stand your teasing today." i said, tears welling up in my eyes.

Hell, why am I even this emotional today? i asked herself, trying to walk faster to make him realize i wasn't in any mood for him. but as expected, he didn't budge, he followed and followed, asking me what was wrong over and over again, my gaze never leaving the ground, not wanting him to realize i was crying now.

"stop, please!" i finally said, just loud enough for him to hear, my voice broke while is spoke.

then i heard his steps stop, and then he ran back up to me again. he put his hand on my shoulder, turning me around and making me face him.

"are you crying?"

"no"

"please, I can see you're crying"

"why did you ask then?"

he stayed silent.

i pulled myself away from his grip and started walking again, but not long, as he caught up with me and hugged me.

"... what-"

"i'm sorry. please don't cry..."

"am i hearing this correctly? park sunghoon, apologizing?" he nodded, still hugging me tightly.

"i'm sorry for making fun of you for not having a prom date." sunghoon stated "i shouldn't be making fun of you when i don't have one either."

"what? why?"

i was shocked to say the least. from what i heard from other students, sunghoon always waited until the last minute and then said yes to someone right before school ended on prom day. how come he doesn't have a date now?

"let's ditch prom. be ready at eight, wear your prom dress." he said, letting go of me and walking away.

"wait! sunghoon! why?"

"just do it!" he yelled back, not even turning to look at me anymore.

eight came around and i was ready, wearing my prom dress, with some light make up done. i still didn't have any clue what sunghoon was up to, but i was about to find out.

when the doorbell rang, i almost sprinted to the door, opening it and seeing sunghoon there, no big surprise. he was wearing a black suit and a black gucci belt with golden clip in the front.

"wow, handsome..." i muttered, not even realizing i said it out loud.

sunghoon let out a low chuckle and grabbed my hand.

"i know, doll. only for you."

he walked me up to his car, opening the passenger seat door and helping me put the belt over myself. then he walked around his car, got in and started the engine

"where are we going?" i asked.

"won't tell you yet."

we drove almost ten minutes, silence reigning in the car. when he pulled up to the nearest mcdonald's i was confused.

"what are we doing here?"

"we're getting something to eat, what else?" he said, shrugging his shoulders and opening the car door.

i quickly got out, walking after him.

"wait, wait, wait. I thought we were going to prom?"

"didn't I tell you we'd ditch prom? this is way more fun."

he strutted into the restaurant; i walked after him shily. everyone's eyes were on us, obviously. we both looked like we just attended a wedding, and one of the customers waiting in line with us even congratulated us on our wedding.

sunghoon politely accepted the congratulation as i just hit his shoulder lightly.

when we left the place, sunghoon drove to an abandoned parking lot at the other end of the city, parking is car there and getting out. i followed him and sat next to him on a bench near the car.

"and what do we do now?"

"we eat our food and enjoy the night sky."

we ate in silence until i decided to interrupt it.

"and why didn't you go to prom? you had a lot of chances!"

"i wanted to be with you. i wanted you to make the first move, but you never aksed"

with a confused look i stared at him.

"what?"

"i really like you, dummy..." he whispered, turning to me and sweetly kissed me under the night sky.

[silken-moonlight]

Some Astarion Angst

I imagine Cazador to be someone who tortures his spawn in so many ways. I do believe he would make them choose punishments for each other, if they aren't sadistic enough Cazador would punish the one deciding. I also have the headcanon that he lets the spaw torture each other.

But I want to move into Astarion's part: I believe Cazador made him dependent on him. He would degrade Astarion constantly, but there are moments of a twisted familial/ a twisted kind of "love". Cazador would make Astarion sit with him, placing Astarion's head on his lap and brushing through his curls. Astarion is constantly on edge, maybe even trembling in fear. Cazador would croon nice things to him, praising him that he does such a good job luring all the souls to him.

I also have the feeling Cazador would sleep with Astarion. Pampering him always beforehand makes the act of taking care of Astarion perverted for the pale elf.

That when Tav takes care of him or is nice to him he would be so terrified of what comes next.

Divider credit: @thecutestgrotto

[neg-im]

As everyone gets older except them, Black Star goes through a period when he, involuntarily, blames his loneliness feelings to Kid.

And Kid also blames Black Star for a while.

Both have their own issues with immortality, and they get conflicted as their families start to crumble and fade.

Maybe in a couple centuries they can be back together, accepting that their personal pain isn't each other's fault.

[prettygalswag]

"Tell me you didn't," James demands. He's not a simple man, he understands the complexities of situations better than anyone else. However, there's reasons to steal and kill, and then there's reasons to join an anti-Muggleborn terrorist group.

He waits. He's not sure what he waits for, except he is, he's just really hoping he will wait an eternity. Regulus pulls his right sleeve up, and reveals the black ink. The Snake beneath is writhing around, trying to find a shelter from the skull that snaps at the Snake's tail.

Run, little snake, James thinks. Run.

He's not sure who he's talking about.

[asterlesria]

Wake Up.

Hello, this is my first writing ever on this app. And English is not my native langue so I'm warning you guys- it can and probably will have grammer mistakes. Feel free to enjoy~

Tw!: Nightmares, blood, daggers, gore, near death, torture, etc.

...... means name. .

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. ''Wake up!'' She screamed to herself. ''This is just a nightmare.'' The girl was trying to get out of the nightmare's grasp. Can't breathe, everything hurts... This was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with after waking up... The girl screamed when another jolt of pain crashed through her. This was unusual, she should be able to get out... She turned her head to the man before her. She couldn't see his face but was damn sure she knew him somehow. The man smirked and bent down before the girl and grabbed her hair harshly. ''We met again, ......'' ''How do you know my name?'' ''You sure damn well know-how, you weakling.'' The man's hand reached for his belt and got out a black dagger. The girl's eyes widened. This wasn't a nightmare. And if she died in this dream... Well, she was in fact, fucked. She tried to break free of the man's harsh grasp, but the man hit her with another curse. She knew that it was no use, she was weaponless. The man slowly traced the girl's face with the dagger, leaving cuts along the way as he did so. ''Such a pretty face, how sad it must be paying for the mistakes of others.'' And with a sharp movement of the dagger, the man plunged the dagger into the girl's abdomen. She didn't even get out a noise after all the curses she got hit with and just laid on the floor. She could see her snow-white hair turning even more blood red now through her blurry eyesight. The man rised with a shit-eating grin on his face and raised his wand to her. ''Goodbye, ......'' She waited for the death curse, only to be met with a weird feeling and then infinite darkness...

[icycoldninja]

Degrading (Genesis x Reader angst)

"Your degradation is getting worse, Gen."

"You think I haven't noticed?"

"You need to take it easy."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

Genesis huffed a sigh, crossing his legs on the sofa the two of you were sitting on.

"I just can't. There are things I must do." You frowned at that, taking his arm, which was wrapped in a tattered, fading leather sleeve, and lifted it into your lap, twining your fingers with his.

"You have to slow down and relax. You're not getting any better. Look at you," You reached up and brushed some of his grayish-auburn hair out of his face. "You're paler than the dead, your skin is literally peeling off your face, you haven't eaten in days, and you look like you haven't slept for weeks." Gensis sighed again, resting his cheek on his palm.

"I have unfinished business to attend to, darling, people that must be removed from existence. I can't afford to relax, or else--"

"But you're dying!" You interrupted, louder than you meant to. "You're literally crumbling away into dust, you dumbass!"

"Yes, I know," Genesis sighed, reaching up and massaging his prematurely wrinkling forehead. "Please stop reminding me."

"How can I when it's literally etched on your face?!"

"It won't be that way for long. Hollander has a cure, I must only help him and wait--he will restore me to normal."

"Wait? For how long?"

"I..." Genesis paused; he didn't know the answer to that question himself. After drawing in a weak, shaking breath, he admitted his ignorance. "I'm afraid...I don't know."

Silence fell upon the both of you, dragging out each minute like a knife across flesh. The sound of nothingness was maddening and infuriating, all at the same time. Your nerves were already tense before, but now, they felt like they were going to snap. Judging by the expression on Genesis's face, so were his. After a long, long while of noiselessness, you spoke.

"You don't know?"

"No. I...do not." Genesis let out a great sigh and began to tiredly massage his eyes. You squeezed his hand gently, scared to put too much force into it because you could feel how bony and fragile it was now. Once again, silence filled the air; the only audiable sounds being those of your breathing. Eventually, Genesis tore his hand away from yours and covered his face with it.

"What do I know?" He mumbled, muffled voice starting to sound grated and forced. "Nothing. I'm placing my life in the hands of someone I don't even trust. I...I'm going to die."

By the time you realized the weight of what you'd done by initiating this conversation, it was too late. Genesis had turned away, his face buried in his decaying hands, quietly weeping over the armrest of your couch; his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe in between sobs.

"Gen, hey," You mumbled, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder, your face burning with embarssment and regret. "Don't cry...you're not going to die." Genesis refused to answer you and instead curled up against the armrest tighter, his entire body shaking violently. "Come on, don't be like that," You urged, "You're going to be fine...you just need to...relax....and take it easy..."

If you hadn't felt warm, wet droplets slide off your cheeks and splatter on your clothes, you wouldn't have known you were crying too.

"Don't lie to yourself," Genesis finally croaked, still refusing to look you in the eyes. "Or me. You and I know the truth." Neither of you spoke another word, mostly because there was nothing else to say. No matter how hard you wanted to believe that it wasn't true, no matter how badly you tried to take care of him, facts were facts. The Grim Reaper was waiting at your doorstep, ready to take Genesis's soul.

[loyaltyfallen]

| @goldenliight

He hadn't noticed the trap until it was too late. There'd been a click, the sound of something hitting the ground and fire had erupted around him, the smell of burning oil filling the air. Someone had been chanting behind him and Castiel had turned to find a man, a familiar egg-shaped device in his hands. The energy streaming from the device hooked into his true form and tore him from his vessel, the body of Jimmy Novak slumping the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. There’d been a flash and he’d been thrown from the building, falling from the sky as an unusually bright meteor somewhere over the Sahara.

He might have been spotted, but it didn’t matter, not when Lilith was in danger. She was on her own, walking into a trap. He had to get to her before she could be hurt, had to let her know he was alive before she did something she’d regret. Taking flight, he landed near his previous location, his true form enveloping the building as he searched for the nephil, bright light bursting through the the windows. He spoke, the glass shattering at the sound of his true voice, a deafening screech to humans, to other angels a chorus of voices speaking in unison, soft and gentle.

”Lilith.”

[hellcheerficdatabase]

don't call me kid (don't call me baby)

Author: @melodicvinyl

Rating/Warning: General

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

It's not an affair. Nothing happened between them until after she and Jason had officially broken up in front of the Creel House as Jason was tended to by a paramedic and Chrissy had shrieked at him for threatening kids with a gun.

But Eddie is worried about what might happen to Chrissy if people know they're together now. Still reeling from the trauma of the Upside Down, he's sure that keeping things a secret is the best way to protect her. As always, things don't really go the way he expects them to.

Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, alternate universe- everyone lives/nobody dies, secret relationship, fluff, just the party, hanging, kinda angst, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, Eddie is an idiot, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed