#anon if u think he's an asshole don't follow him

[bitegore]

Following up on the last anon ask tho- imagine the absolute disaster of KO BD and Dead End. I’d say they’re the most dysfunctional polycule I can think of, but then I have to remember Starscream and his trine and they’re whole brand of fuckery

no but see. the seeker trine has like competence going for them, they just kind of suck as people. kobd is two useless idiot sluts with no brains and a person who is just kind of an asshole. they're definitely more dysfunctional even if the schemes are less brutal LMAO

like. ko and dead end are just sitting around chatting and out of nowhere dead end is like "i think you'd make a nice corpse :)" and this is him being perfectly nice but BRUH. DUDE AMIGO. U CANT SAY THESE THINGS and he totally, if ko is like "uhhhh what the everloving fuck did you just say to me" is like ah. the perils of being goth and edgy like NO NO NO stop!! stop do not pass go! back up!

and breakdown is breakdown. i love him but this guy also has no social skills, being the easiest to coerce into everything is gonna end up with all sorts of mess and fuss down the road. especially because Dead End, at least, is attached to Breakdown as a Person and not just as a walking sex toy, and if they like fuck him up emotionally significantly enough there's gonna be fireworks. tears. motormaster might get involved to knock some holes in knockout's face as though that would literally do anything but make everything worse. it would be so messy. they wouldn't even break up after they would just cry a lot and keep being assholes to each other while also having excellent hatesex because despite everything breakdown still likes being appreciated

at least knockout is kind of just a scheming asshole who wants specifically what he wants and likes being catered to and who could easily get used to having his boyfriend and his boyfriend's boyfriend listen to him when he suggests they do things they don't want to but the other two? they are fail garbage people, they suck at being a people, they are useless in interpersonal situations and they will cause problems by accident and not understand why they're problems and then get really upset about it

[pulls out a bag of popcorn] and i cant WAIT to watch

[lavend-ler]

???whats wrong with Vaughn???

anon, I have to tell u right off the bat that I had a misfortune of this being the first thing I saw as I woke up

ok tldr? nothing. there is absolutely nothing wrong with vaughn and I absolutely do not care whether u like him or u hate him. but u're here cause u want my rant abt him so

he commits the biggest crime a character can do - he's annoying. I cannot stress this enough but Vaughn is so annoying from the moment u meet him. he is constantly whining and complaining, nothing is right for him, he just gets scared all the time or bitches abt god knows what

Vaughn is a rly boring character. think abt it, there rly is nothing to him to make him interesting. as much as I like him becoming the bandit king there rly isn't anything special abt his actions, compared to any bl character actually. his story isn't interesting and reasoning why he even became a bandit king is so vague

he's not a character who has any agency in what he's doing, nor responsibility for his actions. I'm gonna touch upon this in a sec but for me it truly feels that no matter what uninteresting bs Vaughn is doing, the narrative is here to reward him for this. actually no matter what he does, the narrative seems to support him and never challenges his actions

speaking of no agency - remove Vaughn from the story and nothing changes. neither Tales nor bl3, nothing changes. he is such a nothing character, the only time he is allowed to "shine" is at the very ending and in Lilith DLC - cause at least it seems there they decided to write him a personality

I very much so hate how game and narrative treats Vaughn. the weirdest thing abt Vaughn is that the game is hellbent for u to like him. he's described numerous times as not only Rhys' best friend but yours, the player as well. I hate characters who are forced upon u to like them and it's such a baffling choice for me. borderlands, a game abt terrible ppl killing each other, wants real hard for me to feel sorry for this accountant and like him. when he just appears and does nothing to the story yet and it progresses and he still. does nothing. we're supposed to like him but why? cause Rhys likes him? why are we to believe Rhys likes him anyway?

the favoritism of his story is so blatant. the game actually kind of manipulates u to be nice to Vaughn and actively punishes u for choosing the wrong options. I don't think there is a single other character who would be panned out to look So Sad when u choose a mean option to them. everyone else talks back, is angry but Vaughn just simply Looks Sad and you should feel Bad for making him sad

which leads me to another point - I don't believe he even is a good friend to Rhys. it is revealed to us that Vaughn sold out Rhys to Vasquez and everything in game supports u not being mad at him. if u go back to game it doesn't even sound like he would ever tell Rhys if Vasquez hadn’t appeared

and if u choose to actually get mad at Vaughn the game still treats this scene as comedic. it's like sure Vaughn has betrayed u but heeyyy why would u be mad, u like Vaughn, he's ur best bro, he would never do a bad thing! and they even play the "bro" scene after u are a bitch to him, my god, it's so blatant

I am focusing on this so much to show u the lengths this game goes to favor Vaughn. think abt this - u can choose to be mad at him for double crossing u but that choice doesn't matter. he's still gonna be there, u can't do anything abt it. contrast this to Yvette who is also Rhys' best friend and also double crosses him. but the difference here is that the game doesn't want u to follow Yvette and doesn't want u to forgive her. have u seen her dialogue if u don't shock her? she's so nice and explains her side of the story. but the game doesn't want u to care abt her. remember when I've said literally nothing u do will make Vaughn consider that he's an asshole and he stays in the story? to save Yvette u have to make 3 SEPARATE CHOICES. if u don't do just one she's dead, she won't appear in the end

it's a me thing but I hate the conversation u can have with him in ep3 when he gets mad at Rhys for being cooler. I mean firstly duh and secondly now is rly not the time Vaughn. but he guilttrips u (and Rhys) until u chose the option to make him feel better

he's voiced by Chris Hardwick. I know that the characters are not their vas and the vas are not their characters but I deserve to take my time and say that I hate him and I think he's a disgusting person

and then bl3 happens. I don't even know what to say abt bl3, I mean we all know how bl3 plays out. all I can say is that he's gross, his model is gross, what he does is gross and what he says is gross. also his incompetence was amped up to 11

speaking of, have u tried listening to his voicelines in bl3? I have spent countless of hours listening to so many different character's voicelines but for Vaughn I couldn't even get pass 2 voicelines at a time, it was so annoying

I may not know much Vaughn voicelines but I do know one in which he says why him and Rhys aren't too close to each other anymore. I wouldn't care too much abt them being apart cause of all ^ that but how he says that Rhys chose corporate and he remained real? that's the most stuck up and terrible thing he could've said

again, honestly, I do not care if u like Vaughn or hate him but u wanted to know my reasoning so here it is. I gotta give credit where it's due, I do like Vaughn in epilogue of Tales and Lilith DLC cause then I feel like his personality is there. but other than that? I'm apathetic at best and hateful at worst

[schizononsince]

Guess I'll do a pinned, since I'm kind of active again.

Call me King, not because of an ego or anything, just don't feel like giving my real name here is safe. So king it is, because I can think of absolutely nothing else but Caleb, and I don't wanna be a Caleb. No offense to the Caleb society.

He / him binary transman who usually just drops the ' trans ' IRL bc letting everyone I meet on a daily basis assume I'm a cisman makes things a lot less complicated for me down here in the south. Where I'm not trying to be put in a situation or catch a case.

Been on HRT for a while, my chest is cis male passing without a binder being needed and these two things make me feel very safe and secure in my body. HRT can do a hell of a lot for a trans person, who woulda thunk?

Here I'm going to post mostly my very negative thoughts when mental illness curb stomps me. So that I don't worry the very few friends I have. But in between that, I'm gonna be talking about advocacy and stuff. Not really gonna let a whole lot of my personalities shine here. You're gonna get the fed up twin on the Gemini here. You've been warned.

I'm solid in my gender identity and I feel this plays a huge part in what I'm about to say;

If you are against detransitioners right to exsist in the trans community then just get off my page now. Stop hating a minority with a gender journey of self discovery that's just as unique as a transgender individuals.

I don't typically fuck with TERFs so if yer gonna be using ' gender critical ' terminology and spread that jelly of hateful ignorance then just block me now. I'm not tryna go back to jail. But I will. This is a threat, leave.

Protect trans kids and protect detransitioners.

Death to Ron Desantis

That's actually probably gonna be the only ' political ' focus here.

May loosen up a little and try to let the cool side of me show. But I'm very on edge in this community and until I feel it's safe to be any degree of vulnerable, I'm not.

Feel free to DM me if you need someone to talk to. If no one else will listen, I will, tell me what's on your mind, or how your day is going.

Not gonna post a DNI bc that's honestly just begging for the kind of people I don't like to purposely come harass me with their single struggling braincell.

I block. Real fast. If u send me some long ass rant Abt how you hate me I'm not gonna read it Homi. I'm just gonna block on sight and spare myself the psychic damage.

I don't fuck with minors, so if you're not at least 18 find someone else to follow. Someone your own age.

You're not going to get an accurate portrayal of myself here. You're just gonna get the grumpy asshole that jumps out when I see stupid shit. Infuriatingly stupid shit. But in DMS, if you're chill, then you'll get a taste of what I'm really like.

Asks are turned off because I don't particularly care for anon hate. Because I just end up blocking before reading it, so what's really the point in even opening myself up to receive it? Got a question? Dm me, I don't bite.

[whisperedlouis]

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[tojigasm]

hiii Sam! Would you ever think about writing angst about Toji getting a tiny little bit insecure about the age gap? Despite him being very confident in his age do you think he’d ever feel insecure about it? Especially after getting mistaken by her dad that one time 🥺 anyway it’s ok if not feel free to completely ignore this! Love your work! The way you write Toji is soooo perfect!

Here u go anon <33 I hope u enjoy 💞

Cw: fluff, angst, toji being a lil insecure, age gap, cussing, pet names, can be read as a second part to this

♡ 9 times out of 10 Toji's gonna give less than two shits about what someone has to say in regard to your relationship

♡ but there are those moments that linger in the back of his mind, making him question whether or not the really deserves you - or if you're deserving of better than his cranky old ass

♡ ever since the incident at the bar, Toji had been somewhat distant from you in public settings - almost as if he'd expected another person to mistake him for your father again and would rather save himself the embarrassment

♡ He thought he was being sly about it or that you were unaware of the lingering insecurities towards the incident, but you knew.

♡ You just didn't know to convince him that the guy who approached the two of you at the bar was a complete moron.

♡ "Toji?" You called him from your seat in the living room, relieving a short "yeah?" Coming from his office

♡ "Can you c'mere real quick, please?" You picked at the sleeve of your shirt nervously.

♡ a few seconds passed before you watched him make his way around the corner and sit down beside you on the couch, throwing his arm over the top of the cushions as he relaxed.

♡ "Can I talk to you about something?"

♡ Toji's brows furrowed at that, sitting up straight, he slid your hand into his.

♡ "you okay?" His voice was filled with worry and the heat of his palm wrapped around your own made your heart swell and your rushed to pull his hand up, pressing a miss to his knuckles gently.

♡ "i..." you struggled to find the right words, eyes falling to your lap before meeting his worried ones again, "Toji... do i.... are you embarrassed by our relationship?"

♡ the silence that followed after made you wriggle uncomfortably, looking anywhere but the man's now narrowed eyes

♡ "I'm just asking becau-"

♡ "you fuckin' serious right now?" Toji leaned back into the couch with an airy scoff, running a hand over his jaw

♡ you could only nod, looking to your palms in your lap, "you've just been so distant ever since that idiot at the bar came up to us and I just-" you sighed, "I dunno, I just don't want you to feel like you gotta' stay with me if it makes you uncomfortable."

♡ Toji almost didn't let you finish before he was shushing you and pulling you into his lap, tucking your head beneath his chin, "Nah, m'sorry, kid. I really am. I just-" he sighed so deeply with frustration your head rose and fell with the movement of his chest, "It's just hard fr'me to not think everyone isn't thinking the same shit as that one asshole."

♡ you pulled back from him, placing both hands on his cheeks, you shook your head softly, "Toji, I love you and I wouldn't ever want you to feel upset over some random dumbass."

♡ Toji nodded at that, turning to press a kiss to your palm as you rubbed small circles into the rough skin of his cheeks

♡ you then let yourself fall into his arms once more, his arms coming to wrap themselves around you in a warm embrace

♡ After a few moments, you pulled back again, smiling at him softly, "you wanna help me make dinner, baby?"

♡ Toji seemed to perk at that, "only if it's lasagna."

♡ you giggled, "I think we can work with that." You pressed a kiss to his lips before linking your hands together and pulling him off the couch

♡ as the two of you made your way to the kitchen, you tapped his ass teasingly

♡ Toji turned to you quickly, pointing a finger at you in scold, watching as you laughed and made your way to the sink

♡ "hey!" Toji called over to you, "This old man'll still beat your ass!"

[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: sanzu x gn!reader, takeomi x gn!reader, ran x gn!reader, rindou x gn!reader, taiju x gn!reader

• request by @sxgarcude-anon: May I request? Bonten executives + Taiju forgetting their timid/sweet s/o's birthday, and they accidentally lash out at s/o because of stress. S/o, being a sweetheart, tries to help them and thinks they're wrong. After awhile, instead of their s/o texting them, s/o's friends has their phone and text them instead. S/o's friend group is the Toman friend group (Takemichi, Chifuyu, Baji, Smiley, Mitsuya, etc), informing them that reader is crying and it was their birthday today (lil angst yk)

• genre: angst, hurt, little to no comfort

• warning: use of drugs and alcohol (not reader), toxic behavior, mention of cheating

• note: hiii, thank you so much for your request it was very good, i only did two of the executives, because i don't write for koko and mochi and didn't do wthe rest bc it would make 6 and that's too long and it would look like the others, also idk if you wanted hcs or smau but i thought it would be better like that so i hope it's okay with you. anyway, hope you'll like it love u <3

— taiju

he came back home from the restaurant and you immediatly ran to him

waiting for him to give you the "little surprise" as he likes to call them like he always do

you smile to him and he only had this mad face, he does whenever he's stressed

your smile fading as he only pat your head and walk past you

"are you okay?" you ask "i don't want to talk y/n" his cold voice answer

you follow after him when he took a glass and the bottle of whisky "are you still coming with me to my bir-" "y/n for fuck sakes, leave me alone!" he shoot

and you just look at him, not understanding what you did wrong but you decide to leave him alone going alone to the birthday party your friends throw for you

you arrived at the party and your friends all shoot "happy birthday" and mitsuya was the first one to see you were crying, stopping them from throwing the confetti at you

you explained what happend when he came back home and they kinda got mad (baji and smilet wanted to go kick his ass)

they tried their best to comfort you, giving you your gifts and your cake, and you eventually decide to sleep at mitsuya

you were sound asleep in the sofa and your phone didn't stopped ringing and they were all looking at if it was going to wake you up "you know what? fuck him" says baji as he grabbed your phone, taking your thumb to unlock it and looking at all the texts taiju was sending you asking you where you were and to come back home

"show me" both says chifuyu and smiley that peered over his shoulder "guys, you shouldn't look at it" says takemichi

baji started to type that taiju was an asshole and that he never understood why you got with him and taiju was confused

tai: who the fuck is that? you(baji): you forgot her fucking birthday, asshole

taiju be like surprise pikachu meme and he realise he fucked up real bad this time

— sanzu

his headache was killing him, he got high the day before, making you wake up in the middle of the night to get him

you came in the bedroom asking him if he was feeling better and he wince at the sound of your voice

he sit down, holding his hand between his hands and you smile stroking his back "do you remember what day is it today?" you ask, and he sigh "the day you're going to shut your goddamn mouth" he say

you remove your hand from him before leaving the room, tired of his attitude

you needed to join the guys at the place you usually all go on your birthday, and when they saw you without sanzu they knew that something

"i'm not even mad that he forgot my birthday, that's so like him, i'm mad because he talk to me like i'm not even with him" you sigh

and they just look at you, they never understood why you got with him in the first way, and everytime you were talking about him, everything you were saying was so toxic

mitsuya was genuinely always worried for you when you don't answer their text for more one hour

chifuyu and baji almost had a fight with him once because he insulted you in front of them

"wait here" you say as you walk to the bathroom

chifuyu looked at your phone then at the bathroom door before taking it "what are you doing?" ask smiley

— takeomi

the day before you two had a fight about the lipstick he had on his neck

you still gave him the benefit of the doubt, but the next day, the day of your birthday, he woke up and barely looked at you before saying he had to go somewhere

and so you called your friends that almost came immediatly

you were so gratefull for them because you were so close to have your fourth break down since you woke up

you stopped crying as you ate the ice cream they bought for you "it's the worst birthday of my life" you say as you felt your tears coming again

"listen, fuck him, he's what? 55? come on, you can do better that this cheater" says smiley as angry just nod his head

you sigh, looking at your ceiling "listen, break up with him" says mitsuya and you sigh again

"i could literally go and beat the shit out of him" repeat baji for the 10th time since they arrived

eventually you fell back asleep because of how many time you cried and mitsuya took your phone, and called takeomi that didn't answered, so instead he sent him texts saying how much of an asshole he was and that he didn't want him to go near you again and he end by "and hey, it's her birthday"

mitsuya knows that you'll be mad at him but he don't care, you being safe is much more important to him

[rogue-durin-16]

POISON IN YOUR COFFEE

hi dear! I got a request for you (if u want ofc), Liebgott x reader with the prompt "+If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your tea/-If I were your husband, I'd drink it"?? I really love how you write for Lieb, so I'll just send the prompt and ask you not to make it too angsty xxx

Pairing: Joe Liebgott x Reader

Genre: fluff w/ angst

Tags:

Requested by: anon

Band Of Brothers: @sparkyluz @chubbypotatoepie

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: mentions of shooting, language

A/N: a bit of a break from making matchups to post some of the fics I've got stored; don't fret my darlings, your requested ships are on the making. Meanwhile, enjoy this <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I was only half awake as I entered the mess hall in order to join Dick and have breakfast, but I was soon completely awoken by the shouts of two particular privates, too infuriated at each other to care about having two COs around them.

"—No, actually, thank you very much, Y/l/n!"

"You SHOULD be thankful, YOU PRICK!"

Lacking energy and knowledge of the situation, instead of telling both of them off, I instinctively stepped out of Y/l/n's way, and consequently Liebgott's, as he stalked behind her, wide eyed at the pair.

I found Dick, as expected, sat on our usual table, following the two troublemakers' path before making eye contact with me.

"Y'know, you're never gonna land a man with that mouth!" I spared them one more dumbfounded look before making my way to the seat my friend had been saving. "Specially me."

"Good morning, Lew." Dick whispered.

"Jesus Christ..." I muttered, raising my brows in despair. "Did you try to stop this?"

"God forbid me going after someone like you!"

"Well, I did try." He tilted his head to the side, eyes fixed on Y/n, who had just turned around to confront the boy trailing after her. "But I don't have a death wish."

"If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your coffee!"

"Damn!" I couldn't help but exclaim, earning a brief, mortified look from the girl, which disappeared as soon as Liebgott opened his mouth again.

"If I were your husband, sweetheart, I'd fucking drink it!"

"ASSHOLE!"

"COME BACK HERE— Y'KNOW WHAT—!"

Their conversation died down with the abrupt shutting of the door after their dramatic exit.

"Sobel's so gonna make me give them latrine duty for this." My friend pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong with those two now?" I questioned, rubbing my eyes.

Dick puffed, toying with his breakfast. "Liebgott's pass got revoked. Y/l/n reported him and Alley out of the camp last night."

"Y/l/n? A snitch?" I huffed in surprise. "Wouldn't have guessed."

My friend shook his head no, taking a bite of the food in his plate. "I think she was worried." He motioned at the door with his fork. "Liebgott's been getting into spats with a couple of privates from Baker company— a fight was mentioned last afternoon."

"And given how Liebgott is..."

Dick nodded, swallowing the food before speaking. "She figured he'd be getting beaten up."

"You think Y/l/n and Liebgott...?" I raised my eyebrows intently at my friend, who let the ghost of an amused smile twist up the corner of his mouth.

"Don't we all?" He turned thoughtful all from sudden, letting silence overtake our conversation for a brief moment before questioning me. "You think I should suggest Sobel transferring Y/l/n to another company?"

"Christ, no!" I denied without missing a beat, taking a sip of Dick's coffee and earning a glare in the process. "Don't put her under Sobel's eye, that'd be no good." I denied with my head. "Once you get promoted to Easy's commanding officer,"

"Lew..."

"What?" I grinned, leaning back in my chair. "Anyway, once that happens, if they're still at each other's throats, yeah, transfer her."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

JOE'S P. O. V.

"Fuck— get me outta here!" I lost no time to lift the tarp once the truck stopped, nearly throwing myself out of the vehicle.

I didn't bother putting the canvas back down before walking away; as I pulled a messed candy bar from my pocket in order to placate my hunger, a familiar voice caught my attention.

"—tryna find Easy, Sir." I frowned, pausing my actions to prick up my ears whilst taking cautious steps in the voice's direction. "I've been—"

"Y/l/n?" The girl spun her head at me, Speirs looking over her shoulder to check who had interrupted them. "Sorry, Sir. She's—"

"Liebgott, right?" I nodded, not daring to take any further steps while Speirs redirected his attention back to Y/n. "There you have 'em. We're moving out in an hour, make sure you eat something."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Dog Company's Lieutenant did a half turn and I stalked to meet Y/n; she did the same, leaving us in an awkward position before she reached out her hand to me.

I eagerly took it, giving it a firm shake which seemed to make whatever barrier had stood between us wobble.

"You made it." I pointed out the obvious, giving her a quick check to make sure she was okay.

"Barely." She scoffed, following me as I lead the way back to the truck. As I came to a halt, Y/n spared our surroundings an observant glance. "What did I miss?"

"Our first assault." Absentmindedly, I took the candy bar in my hand and split it in two, giving her half of it. "Thank God Winters is in command and not Sobel."

"Where's Meehan?" I shrugged, worry forming a frown in both of our gazes. "Anyone down?" I denied, triggering a sigh of relief from her.

"Malarkey's making us dinner." I tilted my head at the truck at my left. "You should go say hi."

The girl rushed to the vehicle, only to rotate her head before lifting the canvas. "You comin'?"

I shook my head no. "The smell in there is... somethin'."

She laughed —genuinely laughed— and I felt my stomach do a flip.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

I stalked into the room without giving much attention to the people in there. The so-called successful patrol was playing on my mind; Jackson's cries for help echoed particularly loud within the walls of my head.

"Woah— Y/n/n, you okay?" I spared Malarkey a quick glance when he expressed his concern, pushing himself off the bunk bed.

"Uh... What?" I dazedly asked, unbuttoning my ruined jacket.

"Shit, you got hit?" Perconte questioned just as worried, to which I shook my head no, discarding the piece of clothing I had just gotten a few hours ago, now stained with blood and dirt.

"It's Jackson's." Webster muttered, gaze lost.

"She was right behind him."

Lieutenant Jones' voice made me drop my motions. "Sorry, Sir, I didn't see—"

"It's fine, Corporal." I gave him a thankful nod, freeing my hair from the messed braid in order to fix it, and turned my back to them.

As I walked away from the men in the table's direction, I heard the bed squeaking, followed by a stomp on the ground. I didn't need to turn around to see Liebgott had just climbed off the top bunk.

"Y/l/n." He called for me right when I was rotating in order to sit atop the table. I hummed in response, cueing him to speak, but he only unbuttoned his own jacket and took it off. "You'll get cold."

I looked at the jacket in his hand, stretched out in my direction, and then at his face, fixed on the fabric instead of in me.

"All from sudden you can't get cold?" I mumbled in a much hostile voice that I had meant to.

"Shit, Y/l/n, just take the fucking jacket, yeah?"

"Jeez, okay." Taking it in my hands, I threw it over my shoulders before slipping my arms into the sleeves.

My attention landed on the group we had left on the opposite side of the basement, taking turns to steal curious looks at our odd interaction.

Liebgott, who had walked away as soon as I had accepted the jacket, came back with a cup of coffee and handed it to me.

"Don't worry, it's not poisoned." He taunted, in a half bitter, half jokingly voice.

"Ha ha." I took it without complaints this time, wrapping both of my cold hands around the hot metallic container; I let out a pleased sigh at the very much needed warmth and, after a moment, I turned my head to Joe again, who was now leaning against the table's edge by my side. "Thank you."

He dismissed it with a shake of his head. "Y'know, you should go get some sleep." He suggested after an instant of silence. "If we're actually going on another patrol tonight."

"Whaddya mean 'we'?"

"You're down to fourteen. The roaster was supposed to be fifteen men."

"So?"

"With me, it'd be fifteen." He clicked his tongue, his head casted down. "And I was supposed to go in first place so..."

"So was Malark." I responded in a rather soothing tone. He was just as afraid of the next patrol as we were. "But he's not coming to this one, and neither are you. We were down to twelve men and still carried it out."

He didn't seem all too convinced, but a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes. "Fuck, why do they want another patrol anyway?"

I shrugged, nursing the cup of coffee. "Sink hates us?"

"It's startin' to look like that."

"Lieb, I'm kidding."

I didn't notice it had slipped until that dumbfounded yet cocky half smile made an appearance on his face, eyes staring at me through a confused frown.

"Whaddya just call me?"

"Oh shut up, I'm exhausted." I retorted, bringing the cup of coffee to my lips when my cheeks started to heat up. "You sure it's not poisoned?"

"Don't worry, Y/n/n." He leaned on ever so slightly and I had to fight the urge to dig a hole and bury my head in the ground. "I wouldn't poison you."

My nickname rolled out of his lips smoothly, leaving a weird feeling in my stomach. Was that how he had felt when I had unconsciously shortened his last name?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had barely claimed a stool as my seat in the crowded Austrian bar, when somebody's upper body leaned into my peripheral vision. Sighing, I spared the disturber a glance.

"You're Easy's gal, ain't ya?" I couldn't help but scoff before examining the boy. His cheeky grin and fresh face let me know that he was a replacement. "Mind if I buy ya a drink?"

I gave him an unamused smile, swinging my recently filled glass in front of him. "Don't even try."

"Oh, c'mon!" I shook my head in a tired manner, choosing to gaze forward in hopes that he would go away. "What 'bout—"

A sort of stomp was heard between the replacement and me, making us both jolt.

"What 'bout you leave her alone." Liebgott squeezed up between us, not so subtly elbowing the boy.

"Good Lord, not today." I pleaded tired, pinching the bridge of my nose with my eyes shut and a poorly hidden smile.

"Oh, you love me, shut up." He spat before returning his attention to the replacement. "It's past your bedtime, kid."

I bit back a chuckle. Checking the replacement's actions wasn't necessary; I knew he had gone away the moment Liebgott's forearm stopped pressing against mine.

"Thank you." I spoke, peeking at him. "I really can't deal with replacements right now."

"None of us can." He looked over his shoulder, most likely at the group of younger fellas sticking together in the bar. Every veteran had become wary of the replacements after Grant had gotten shot.

Our gazes danced with one another's for a minute before Joe spoke. "Am I bothering you?"

"Always." My tone was surprisingly soft, but so was his. "Can you let me drink this one in peace?"

"Only if you let me drink it with ya," at my quirked eyebrow, he turned to dig in his pocket before pulling out a white colored handkerchief. "Truce?" His hand waved the piece of cloth in front of my face, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Since you ask so nicely."

His gaze, until then casted down on the wooden surface in which our drinks laid, lifted to meet mine. "Currahee." Liebgott nonchalantly raised his glass from the counter, tilting it in my direction.

"Currahee." I echoed, leaning on him ever so slightly, clinking my jar with his before taking a swig of the drink.

There was a moment of silence between us, filled with the incessant noise of the establishment prior to Liebgott scooting closer. "Listen, Y/n," I hummed, cueing the rest of his sentence. "I was thinkin'—"

"Damn, can you do that?" He spared me a warning look and I bumped his shoulder with mine, turning his scowl into a half smile. "Enlighten me, what's on your mind?"

"Well, I was... I was thinkin'..." He cleared his throat, choosing to stare ahead of him instead of at me.

"C'mon, Joe, spit it out." I prompted him with a chuckle, one that died down as soon as I noticed the fluster of his cheeks.

"Fuckin'... Okay I was— would you like to grab a coffee? with me." My lips parted in awe. I don't know what I had expected, but surely it was not that.

"As in— as in just the two of us?"

He scorned. "No, I'm gonna invite that replacement too."

"Joe?" I turned leaning to the side on the counter, contorting to meet his eyes that he so badly struggled to avert from mines. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"Whatever you wanna call it." He scrunched his nose, sparing me an anxious look that soon eased due to my smile. "Whatcha say?"

"Are you not scared of me putting poison in your coffee?"

"Joke's on you, I never was." He shrugged, playing off the situation with the help of a cocky grin. "I said I'd drink it, didn't I?"

I tilted my head, brows frowned and a tender half smile on my face. Somehow, his invitation had not taken me aback; on the contrary, it felt long overdue.

"Wanna grab it here? Or back at home?"

"Both?" He asked tentatively.

"Sounds good to me." I agreed. Trapping my lower lip between my teeth, I raised from the stool to place a peck on his left cheek, holding the right one with my hand. I soon pulled away, rubbing a couple of circles on the side of his face with my thumb.

"Tomorrow?" He nodded to my whispered question, his eyelids partially closed as he leaned on my touch. "I'mma go dance." I announced, letting my palm fall from his cheek to his arm. "You comin'?"

He clicked his tongue, denying. "Not a dancer. Sorry, Y/n."

"Such a pity. I'll find someone else to dance with." I squeezed his bicep and attempted to step away and into the crowd, but as soon as my touch left his uniform, his fingers interlaced with mines, causing me to turn around in surprise.

"Just one dance." He warned, walking with me to the dance floor. I couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at him, surprised and amused at the behavior. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" I whined, throwing my arms over his shoulders.

"I know that face." He spat, placing his hands on my waist.

"Okay, okay." I let out a laugh, which dragged out one of his own. "I'll shut up."

"Good, 'cause otherwise," he brought me closer for me to rest my head against him, which I did. "I'll be the one putting poison in your coffee."

"Oh, you bet I'd drink it." I talked back, smirking against the crook of his neck.

[elsecrytt]

Further OM! general plot/seasonal rot discussion

Once again gonna put this under a cut for the 'anon' from earlier - lol, no worries signing from anon, I know how tumblr is,,, so many blogs and sideblogs everywhere aaaa

bhahbfh

Yeah. Sorry. I don't really sign with my blog and it isn't my main so... It's always just Naomi when I sign off on things on anon.

I appreciate your insight into the change is OM's direction. I just don't know really. I LOVED S1 and S2 (it's why I am still here), but starting in S3... It noticeably dipped. It was less of that casual underlying darkness that was never too intense but was enough for what the game was and more.... slice of life with demons (but in a way humans could understand).

Also, it just feels more negative. Like, the characters were never 100% nice to each other (even to MC or MC to them if they didn't want to be), but it feels different now. Like, it felt like brothers and people who've known each other for too long (you know, when you start mocking your friends and family as a form of love) and they all defended themselves when they were insulted (except Levi, but it's Levi and he always berates himself) in S1 and S2 but now... It feels like they are genuinely trying to be mean to one another.

AND WHY IS MC SO PASSIVE?????? WE JUST LET SATAN GO FOR 2 WEEKS? WE DON'T QUESTION SIMEON'S OBVIOUS BEHAVIOR? WE JUST ACCEPT DIAVOLO DECIDING THE POLITICAL FUTURE OF THE DEVILDOM WITH FIELD DAY EVENTS AND NOT EVEN REALLY ASKING IF WE EVEN WANT THIS (being a political leader is not joke)? WTF GAME!

Also... (me personally) I have an issue with the weird inconsistency of the brother's relation to the Celestial Realm. They just... get along with Raphael? An angel who, as far as we know, was on the side that killed Lilith? And Lucifer (in one of Luke's devilgrams) is said to still talk to Michael? At least text him. The man who DEFINITELY helped seal Lilith's fate, and who acts like Lucifer's obsessed ex? What's with the weird retcons? It feels like someone scanned the wiki for lore and just... wrote fanfic based on that.

And... yeah, too many characters. There are no "routes" and trying to split time equally means no one really gets the time they deserve.

Sorry. I'm not the best at communicating through writing, but I hope I make sense.

~Naomi

Oh you're fiiiine!! I mean, obviously I don't know what's actually going on in your brain that you feel like you want to communicate but don't feel sure about, but I do feel like you've gotten a lot across here,,, and i feel u,,, i FEEL u,,

Like about. The brothers... not really acting like brothers. Don't get me wrong - season 1 brothers were fucking ASSHOLES to each other. I kinda wanted to stab asmo and levi at certain points, they straight up told mammon to go k*ll himself and that REALLY got me

Mammon in Season 1 does straight up say "Lucifer would totally destroy me, it'd take at least 200 million years for me to recover from that", so I would call into question how serious they potentially are, but still,,, it was a bad look for them

Aside from that, though, one of the things that really set aside OM! from a lot of other otome games with hot love interests was the dynamics between the brothers. They weren't all in a vacuum, they weren't stereotypical rivals or mortal enemies or best friends or whatever.

They were brothers. They followed each other into hell. They got mad at one another, they were nice to one another, they said and did shitty things and they always, always cared when it came down to it.

Early devilgrams (particularly the old memory cards from chapter M) are really good for this. Chapter A cards, as well (I'm thinking of Satan's, although Belphie's does have some, too) have some really sweet bonding moments between the brothers... along with casual mentions of "oh yeah I also killed/threatened this person" in passion that they take no real note of XD

Season 4 it's just like. I feel like they genuinely don't care about one another. The nicest I've seen anyone this season is Lucifer/Mammon worrying about Simeon, and don't even get me started on how :/ I am about how they're milking this weird arc with Simeon. I have such low confidence that the plotline there is going anywhere interesting... augh.

And MAN I've rambled plenty about Satan so I'll just yell briefly for a moment here and let it be. In fucking season 1 before we even have a pact with him, we go to see Satan after he fights with Lucifer. He has a very civil conversation with us for a bit, up until we refuse his pact.

It's not a case of Satan needing to run off to be alone with his feelings. That's not at any point demonstrated in the story. He's STILL mad when we go to see him, and he can chat with us just fine about. Non-Lucifer topics.

It really feels like MC doesn't fucking CARE man! And it feels like the other brothers don't give a shit, either! This isn't something that we've actually seen or experienced Satan doing before, except in Season 1, where WE STOP HIM. RIGHT AFTER. dasfklhjh don't get me started. or i won't stop. but my god they did not do satan good

DIAVOLO DECIDING THE POLITICAL FUTURE OF THE DEVILDOM WITH FIELD DAY

I am going to be one hundred percent real with you rn and say. That was canon. That was extremely in character for Diavolo and you know it. I know it. We all know it.

Obey Me! has always had a plot made of cardboard. It's never taken itself very seriously, with the sole exception of the events leading up to lesson 16 (and 16 summarily blows any serious consequences out of the water), and the climax of season 2.

The power levels are wildly inconsistent: Diavolo is the most powerful demon alive and cannot escape a karaoke room in season 3? The brothers are all extremely powerful demons and can't beat... a bogeyman? Lucifer is a skilled cursebreaker and Levi's video games get the better of him? Levi's video games... potentially trap the entire world in a forever repeating time loop???

And the other part you mention, about the relations of the brothers to the Celestial Realm etc - also, wildly inconsistent. You're telling me they literally fought in a rebellion, lost a sibling, and Belphie was the only one who resented... humans? But none of them like? Had anything against angels?

With Raphael and Michael... I can understand Michael from Lucifer's standpoint - there are points where Lucifer looks pretty perturbed by the prospect of visiting the Celestial Realm, etc., and I get the impression Lucifer does still have to interact with them for diplomatic purposes.

With Raphael I'm just... ??? UH?? Lucifer is kinda a dick to Simeon, and don't get me wrong, I find it very entertaining, he also like? Almost goes out of his way to be nice to Raphael?? WHY? Everything we hear about Raphael in the past is that Raphael didn't get along with the brothers?

I had absolutely been expecting Michael to like, actually show up this season, and it frustrates me every time he doesn't. Like seriously. Give us some Real Plot.

I've pretty handily resigned myself to the idea that if I want om! to just... feel serious, in any way, I'm reading fanfiction. The writers aren't going to deliver on that point, and I don't expect them to - at this point, all I want is characterization, and they... have been dropping the ball with that, imo >:(

[stickyy]

I loved what you wrote about student! college! aizawa,if it's not too much trouble,I would like to read a second part but it contains a sub!aizawa,dom!reader,mommy kink and pegging please. I have to take advantage of the fact that you are the first blog with dark content that I see that accepts pegging,an opportunity that I will not miss,but if it gets complicated for you oh you don't like it,you can reject my request.

DISCLAIMER: always ask for consent first!

warnings: DUBCON, sub!aizawa, edging, verbal abuse, bondage, pegging, gn!reader but light mommy kink is used in reference to, praise kink if you squint?, slightly unrealistic depictions of pegging, reader is fed up but that doesnt excuse their actions :P

word count: 3489

notes: sorry for the delay, i hope u like anon! :D there should always be more pegging fic out there

part 1 here

EXAM SEASON

Finals season is quickly approaching, sending the entire campus into a frenzy, students scrambling like displaced ants trying to finish last minute assignments, novel-esque essays, merciful extra credit projects. The workload takes its toll on everyone, even the star students. You found Aizawa in even worse moods more frequently; a schedule consisting of all nighters spent studying old material followed by early classes and a job on the side, he was absolutely exhausted. You sometimes sneak a peek over at him during class to see his head bobbing slightly, bloodshot eyes struggling to stay open as he fights sleep. A small part of you feels bad for him; he’s a diligent student, and you were sympathetic to his exhaustion.

You still hate the asshole, though.

You found yourself snagged in a twisted sort of arrangement with Aizawa after midterms. There was always a half-assed attempt at tutoring you before giving up and cramming his cock down your throat or deep inside your cunt, leaving you sore and dripping with his cum, all the while spewing insults targeted at your intelligence (or lack thereof). In exchange, he’d complete your assignments and allow you to copy his answers on exam days. Ignoring the situation is where you make peace with yourself; you feel used, but you also have no other option if you want to pass this class.

What you hate the most is the way you roll over and take it. You’re more than just a hole to fuck, you know that, but you’re helpless against his searing abuse and venomous scowls. Even when you try to be nice, it only makes him crueler, your soft pleas and offers of peace an invitation to tear you down and make you cry. You want to fight, to claw and tear into him out of spite. You don’t want to feel so weak anymore.

So, you decide to do something about it.

It’s late, campus illuminated by street lamps and headlights of cars passing by as you make your way into the dorms. After your first encounter, Aizawa began inviting you back to his room instead of the library, deciding to “study” in his personal space as opposed to possibly getting caught in the library with his cock down your throat. You didn’t complain, but it’s especially convenient today, with what you have planned. Knocking on the door softly, you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, anxious for what’s to come.

“Open,” he calls out from inside, prompting you to enter. You pass through the messy common room he shares with his roommate and enter his bedroom, opening the door quietly. Aizawa’s room is tidy compared to the outside, bed made, tousled only where he sits with his laptop, typing.

“You’re late,” he squints at you from behind the screen, shutting the device. “Not surprising.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, placing your book bag on the floor and taking out the very heavy law textbook (that you hadn’t bothered to open since midterms). You take your seat next to him and open to the most recent chapter you read over. He’s silent, only speaking to answer your questions as you focus on the text. You can tell he’s sleepy, his responses slurred and delayed, and you glance over to see him dozing off. Late study sessions and Aizawa’s recent exhaustion meant more often than not that he fell asleep before tormenting you. The first time was startling, but you learned that it was a regular occurrence. 

You prefer Aizawa when he’s drowsy. His usually hard features were softened, quiet snores rumbling from his chest. His dark hair messily framing his face as he leans back against the headboard of his bed, arms folded over his chest. He’s good-looking, no doubt. If his personality matched, you could see yourself falling for him.

His eyes open, shooting you a questioning look, and you duck your head back into your textbook, embarrassed at being caught staring.

You keep quiet for another 20 or so minutes, waiting until he’s truthfully asleep and not just resting. You have to be careful not to wake him, as you aren’t keen on being reprimanded for what you're about to do.

Once you’ve deemed it safe, you stealthily open your bag and retrieve the small plastic bag stored inside. With the help of online shopping, you bought some handcuffs, lube, a dildo, and a harness. You aren’t all into pegging, but this was less about the sex and more about proving yourself, forcing him to respect you, in some perverse way. You retrieve the cuffs, gripping them carefully as to not make any sounds. This is the most crucial part; as long as you could get him restrained, you’d could dish out any revenge you desire. You slip off of the bed and tip-toe, almost comically, around the other side of the bed. You test the waters, snapping your fingers near Aizawa. He doesn’t stir, chest rising and falling with his deep breathing.

You steel yourself with a deep breath; this was your chance. You make quick work with the handcuffs, gently yet hastily clicking the metal around one wrist and looping the cuffs through the headboard before securing his other wrist. A grin spreads across your face; you’re thankful he’s such a deep sleeper.

Now that you had him where you wanted him, you were paralyzed by the sheer amount of possibilities. You climb over him apprehensively, hovering over the unconscious man, who only shifts minutely. The peaceful look on his face puts a small pit in your stomach; this was wrong… right? Technically, this was assault. You frown, a small chill running down your spine. Is this what you had become? It was almost enough to convince you to stop, but you force yourself to remember the first time Aizawa had his way with you, the way you choked and gagged and had to hide your face until you could find a bathroom to wipe off the dried cum that adhered to your skin.

This was his fault; he made you like this.

“Fuck it,” you say aloud, bracing yourself before grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking, hard. He awakes with a surprised gasp, wrenching his head away from the assault.

“The fuck?” He bites, eyes drowsily scouring the situation. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just waking you up,” you smile, releasing your grip. “It’s kind of boring watching you sleep. I thought we were supposed to be studying.”

Aizawa gives you an agitated look, disoriented as he tries to move, only to find his range of motion limited. “You fucking handcuffed me?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t wake up,” you chuckle, sliding your hands under his shirt and running your hands over his taut stomach. He keeps his eyes on you with an expectant expression, waiting for an explanation.

“You know, I like you so much more when you're asleep,” you continue, idly tracing patterns on the skin of his abdomen. “No insults, no curses, no glaring. You’re pretty handsome when you’re not being a total douchebag.”

“Let me go,” he ignores you, yanking the handcuffs. “This isn’t funny.”

“I think it’s pretty funny, actually. You’ve spent all semester treating me like shit, and for what? All I’ve done is be nice to you, even after you call me names and abuse me. It hurts my feelings, you know? It’s not like I’m trying to fail this class, I just needed a little extra help, and you take advantage of that every week. So I do think this is pretty fucking hilarious. Maybe you’ll see just how great I feel when you bully me.”

If looks could kill, your heart would have stopped right then and there. Rage burns behind his glare when he meets your eyes, still struggling to break the cuffs. You’d never seen him like this; at his worst, he seems moderately annoyed in your day to day. Despite being an insufferable asshole, he always manages to keep a cool air about him. Never giving anyone much of a reaction, he’s only nasty when he desires. Watching his face take a red tint and his eyes narrow in frustration send waves of satisfaction rippling through your chest. 

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he grits out, “If you let me go now, I’ll forget all about this. I promise that you don’t want what’s coming for you once I get out of these cuffs.”

He did have a point; you had no idea what you were doing. That wasn’t going to stop you, though.

“Aw, it’s not so fun now, isn’t it?” You coo at him in a demeaning tone, pouting dramatically. Your wandering hands slid to his crotch, where you could feel his length stirring curiously. You bark out a laugh.

Pulling down his sweats and boxers, your mouth waters at his hardening length. Normally, your stomach would drop at the sight in anticipation for physical abuse you were about to receive. But this? This was different; knowing that you’re the one in control is absolutely captivating. You take his cock in your hands, slowly working your hand up and down. He stays silent in defiance, steady in his glare in an attempt to intimidate you. It would work, usually, but with his hands bound there was nothing he could do to you. He’s betrayed by a pleased noise that slips from his throat.

“Don’t tell me you like this? You want to be taken advantage of, is that it?” you taunt, basking in his agitation as you speed your hand up, thumbing the pre gathering on the slit.

“Watch it,” is his only response, voice dangerously low. He keeps quiet, not willing to surrender to the reactions you’re trying to draw from him. It’s a challenge, if anything, and you weren’t going to back down..

He’s fully erect in no time- you’ve spent enough time as his cocksleeve to know exactly what he likes and responds to. His eyes fall shut as you squeeze tighter, hips canting up into your hand, chasing his own release. You keep it up until he gets a little louder, close to release, and you pull your hand away, watching his dick twitch helplessly.

“Fuck- why’d you stop?” he asks groggily, opening his eyes.

“You didn’t think that I was just going to let you cum that easily, did you? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” you shuffle off of the bed, smiling over your shoulder as you hook your thumbs in the band of your leggings. You make a show of sliding the material down over your ass, purposefully leaning over and arching your back. You hear a pleased growl from the bed, causing you to giggle as you pull your underwear down as well.

“You could still let me go,” he offers, giving you a once over as you climb back over him, “I could forget about this if you let me fuck you.”

“Nice try, but I’ll be the one doing the fucking tonight,” you grab your bag from the floor, retrieving the lube but leaving the dildo and harness obscured in the bag. You squeeze a generous amount onto your fingers, causing Aizawa to give you a puzzled look.

“You don’t need lube, you’re always so wet for me,” it’s more of a question than an observation, since your previous trysts never included anything but his spit and your own juices. You just give him a smile before nudging his thighs open with your own, trailing your hand slowly beneath his balls, settling in between his ass and your lubed fingers circle the muscle there. The look on his face is priceless, absolutely shocked at the prospect of you inside of him. He thrashes in protest but you’re steadfast, pinning his hips down with your other hand.

“You can’t be serious,” his voice is alarmed, almost erring on the side of anxious, “you’re dumber than I thought if you think you’re just going to get away with any of this shit.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you sing-song, using your dry hand to tug playfully on the cuffs, “You’re a little tied up at the moment.”

“I’m going to beat your cunt up when I get out of these,” it’s a threat, and you ignore the way your stomach flutters at the words, eyes trained on his as you push two fingers inside.

He grunts, his face scrunching up, almost cutely, at the burn of the stretch. You expected him to be tight, but given how tense he is, it’s difficult to push all the way inside. You take it slow, savoring the pained expression on his face; it’s a stark contrast to his cocky demeanor when you’re being subjugated to his abuse. His chest is heaving, a lovely red flush spreading across his skin, eyebrows knit tight, lips bitten red- you’re obsessed. You move your fingers in and out slowly, scissoring just gently enough not to seriously hurt him, but enough to watch him writhe. His dick twitches despite (or maybe due to?) the pain, still red and dripping.

“This is priceless,” you laugh, “if you wanted to get fucked so badly, all you had to do was ask, you know? Mommy would’ve taken care of it for you.”

“Mommy?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “you’re insane.”

Any further insult is cut off with a sharp gasp, eyes shooting open in shock, and you know you’ve found it.

You stroke his prostate with a heavy hand, grinding your fingers into the spongy spot inside of him as he struggles to breathe, back arching deliciously. You can’t help but smirk; you kind of get it now. If this is how tormenting you makes Aizawa feel, then you understand why he was so cruel.

“Fuck,” he chokes on a whine that sends heat down your spine, . Your wrist is beginning to strain, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It’s cute; he’s writhing, his hips seeking the stimulation he was previously avoiding as he moans openly, loudly. His cock is an angry purple, pre pooling on his stomach from where it’s leaking. He looks like he’s close, eyes beginning to roll back when you pull your fingers out, laughing as you ruin his orgasm for the second time.

“Please,” he’s breathless, a betrayed look on his face as his hips rock on nothing, desperate to cum.

“Begging already? We haven’t even gotten started yet!”

You reach over into the plastic bag, pulling out the dildo and harness. You can clearly see the fear on his face this time as he moves to sit up, the fog of pleasure clearing quickly.

“Wait,” panic sets in his voice yet again. If you were him, you would be scared too; the toy is thicker than the two fingers you used, something you chose purposefully. You stand and slip on the harness, ignoring his attempts to reason with you.

“What’s wrong? I thought I didn’t know what I was doing?” you ask innocently, forcing your hips between his legs and drizzling some lube on the toy, warming it up with your palm.

“That’s the fucking problem, you idiot, you don’t,” he seethes, pulling on the restraints again, “It won’t fit, and you’re not sending me to the hospital.”

“Exactly, I won’t send you to the hospital. Mommy’s gonna take good care of you,” you coo, settling between his legs.

“Just let me go,” it’s the first genuine plea you’ve heard from him, the sincerity pulling your attention to his eyes where you see a look you can’t quite place. He looks… afraid? Remorseful? It’s enough to give you pause, equal parts consideration and schadenfreude. You settle for leaning forward and placing an uncharacteristically saccharine kiss on his forehead, your humanity getting the best of you.

“All you have to do is relax, okay?” you whisper, resting the tip of the toy against his entrance. He shuts his eyes in anticipation, resigned to his fate, and you push in gently, watching his hole swallow the silicone. The way Aizawa contorts, back bowed to scoot away from the pressure of the toy is salacious, drawing a moan from deep within your chest. He can’t get far due to the restraints, and he lets out a soft sob at the stretch of the toy, face scrunched tight. You push slowly until you bottom out, your hips pressed firmly against his, grinding in small circles to alleviate your own ache. He exhales shakily, unaware that he was holding his breath.

“See, it’s not so bad right?” you soothe, rubbing your thumb against his hip soothingly. “You should be grateful; I’m so much nicer than you are.”

“Fuck you,” it comes out weaker than intended, his voice strained as he tries to adjust to the girth of the toy. 

You pull out slowly, experimentally, watching his stomach clench from the sensation of silicone caressing his insides. His dick gives an interested twitch, despite his demeanor, and that’s the invitation you need to start moving. It’s a little awkward at first, but your enthusiasm combined with the size of the toy more than makes up for your inexperience. He’s breathless, still uncomfortable, but you can see his body slowly relax as he tries to make sense of the sensations coursing through his body.

“You like this, don’t you?” you dig, eyes transfixed on his face, “Is that why you're so mean to me? You strut around like an asshole, just to hide the fact that you’re just a little bitch?”

You focus on angling your hips, searching for his prostate again, and when you find it, you commit to fucking him. He’s loud, stray tears sliding down his face as his body struggles to comprehend both the pain of the stretch and pleasure of the abuse.

“Fuck, you’re cute like this,” you sigh, “you’re meant for this, aren’t you? Meant to get your ass bred by your Mommy? You’d be so much more tolerable if you were sweet like this all of the time.”

His dick jerks violently but he shakes his head with a weak ‘no’, too lost in the sensation to retort any further. You’re soaked by now, the pressure of the toy on your end combined with the power trip pushing you to the edge. It takes all of your self-control, but you suddenly stop, unwilling to let yourself finish so quickly; there’s still unfinished business here.

“Tell me I’m pretty,” it comes out before you can even really think about it, but the words hang heavily in the air.

“Huh?”

“You’re never nice to me, so if you want me to even consider letting you cum, you better start kissing up.”

He hesitates, but when you shift slightly and the blunt head of the toy rubs against his prostate, he changes his tune very quickly.

“Fuck- you’re cute, ‘s the reason why I’m mean to you. So cute when you’re about to cry-” you give him a particularly hard slap on his ass and he winces, muttering a quick apology.

“You’re pretty even when I’m not fucking you, too,” is all you get, but it’s the first genuine compliment you’ve gotten out of the asshole since you’ve met him, and your heart soars. He’s awful and mean and evil but the simple statement is enough for you.

“I’ll let you cum if you beg for it,” you grunt, rutting your hips enthusiastically. You’re close, but you refuse to finish first. He’s needy, thanks to being edged twice, and he’s unable to resist your promise.

“Please, fuck, please let me cum,” he whimpers, voice wet and eyes watery.

“Please what?”

“Mommy! Fuck, please mommy, just let me cum, it hurts, fuck, please,” he babbles, and it’s enough for you. You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke it firmly, hips speeding up as you chase your own release. It’s quick- he finishes almost embarrassingly fast, and the whorish wail that rips from his throat sends you right over the edge, your vision blurring at the corners as you stay trained on his face, obscene and submissive.

It’s quiet after you stop, both of you catching your breath. You pull out slowly, watching the way his hole flutters and you giggle, your body and ego fully satiated. You look back to his face; he looks more fucked out than you’ve ever seen him, almost like he’s about to fall back asleep.

“Can we call it a truce?” You break the silence, grinning as he cracks open an eye to give you a scalding look.

“Fuck. You.”

[foxybananaaaz]

shame on u all for still supporting elucien shit when theres so much textual evidence that elain is clearly not comfortable around him. u can't discount her feelings like that if u truly like her. and don't forget about all the development elriel already have. he probably the only person who knows about her role in the battle when he watched her stabbing hybern through the shadows she stepped out. and his shadows love elain no matter how hard u try to give all the credit to ur girl gwyn only.

Excuse the fuck me? Shame on WHO!? Did you say shame on me?

No no no dear Anon. You got it all wrong. You're the one hiding behind the anon button. You're the one too scared to show your actual account. Shame on you and your sad little life feeling the need to bully people for shipping a particular ship.

Regarding your concerns? You do realize I have a fucking reputation in the Elucien community right? And that that reputation is breaking hearts? You do realize that right? This being because of the sad headcanons I post with fact mixed in. I am fully fucking aware that where things stand, Elain is hesitant of Lucien, just as Lucien is also hesitant of Elain. It's called Reluctant Soulmates Trope.

Also Azriel literally embodies darkness with his shadows and such, and Elain has canonically said OUT LOUD how she wants and needs sun and light. Answer that. How does that make sense?

Also, you want to fucking shame me and my Elucien friends and followera for shipping Elucien? Shame me all you want, but don't you dare fucking think of including my friends and followers in that shaming. "Shame on you all for still supporting elucien shit-" Dont you dare fucking shame my friends and followers. That's where I FUCKING DRAW THE FUCKING LINE! Fuck you for shaming them just for enjoying a ship, you sad lowlife bully. Fuck off.

I play nice, but I can be a huge ass bitch when provoked. Be mindful of that the next time you assholes come into my asks. I have anon turned on freely, but if you assholes are too fucking chicken, and only give hate with anon, well I'll end up turning it off then see how fucking brave you are.

[jrueships]

Oh please share all your thoughts regarding kyle/Demar. Im desperate for content too. Also, can you share that flop video? Their last game was 3 months ago cus Kyle didnt play in the one last month.

OOOOOOH okay YEAH that's what i was THINKIN!!! that the flop video HAD to be the one from 3 months !! YEAH okay YEAH my thoughts EXACTLY YOU OMNOMONO-S M A R T , anon !!!!!! I don't think this sentence made sense but whatever we move

HERES the flop vid!! Notice the tie and the quarter LOL klow RUTHLESS to his mans lol!

AS FOR MY THOUGHTS ON THEM...... let's Talk.

They sure do love taking turns staring at each other in manic Lust huh. Hashtag just guy things Girlpower !!!

FIRSTLY uh hmm WELL i think they are.. just such an Iconic ship like TRULY the BLUEPRINT. Even in a nonshippy sense, the way they tell each other i love you i love this man i love kyle he's my guy i'd run through 15 brick walls for him i love demar he's my best friend LIKE.. it's REAL it's an UNABASHED bond!!!! They are CLOSE! they LOVE each other they CARE for each other!!! SOOO much!!!!!! THEIR POWER... UNLIMITED! and of course serge tryna pit bad bitches against bad bitches in his how hungry deebo guest vid; he recognizes REAL!! Not just delusional TUMBLRINAS realize their INFLUENCE but like! Everyone does!! IT'S SO ELEPHANT!!! IT'S SO THERE!!! love that for them!!! And i think them being so 'popular' and loved scares me off from privately publishing any writings not ONLY bcs i don't wanna DISAPPOINT people that follow em religiously down to a T, but bcs like! KYLE/DEMAR SO GOOD!! i don't wanna TAINT it with a thought process that can be COMPLETELY wrong from the source! I CANT DO THEM LIKE THAT!!! You know like i LOVE THEM because they're TRUE LOVE but i also HATE them because they're TRUE LOVE like! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY OTHER THEN 'it's true love baby!!' Because it IS! it's so GOOD and DEEP and COMPLEX and i LOVE that but my brain NEEDS to be able to simplify things down to lil bounceable points so i can understand it better but i CANT?? i can't let my brain DO that to something so HUGE and AMAZING????? The way they INTERACT is so DYNAMIC and fun and full of LIFE and!!! 1 U DONT EVEN HAVE TO GO INTO GOBLIN MODE TO VIEW EM & POINT OUT LITTLE THINGS TO. PROVE THEY ARE IN LOVE LIKE! they just ARE everyone can SEE can KnOW its so STRONG!!! They're my og favs for a reason but i also Hate them for that reason..... gay people

FOR DEEPER THOUGHTS ON THEM THO.. ACTUAL ANALYTICAL THOUGHTS BESIDES 'theyre gay. They're husbands. We win!'

This is from a lil note in one of my MANY unpublished kyle/demar fics to help keep me on point, SO if i ever DO sum up the courage and publish a fic that kinda hints to this idea, you guys WILL act SURPRISED and HAPPY at this BRAND NEW UNEXPLORED IDEA into kyle/demar lol (it gets touched upon a Lot in the kyle/demar owner player fic which is ALSO very long and WILL be hidden from the general populace )

BUT TO ELABORATE UHHHMM hmm so like

People HEAR kyle. People hear his shouting, his demanding, his AWFUL jokes (deebo: the chips are down kyle: like? Potato- potato chips? *extends pop bottle microphone closer to demar's interview*), his loud laughter, his unnecessary SOUND effects with his unnecessary physical COMEDY ( s T O M P I N. wiTH. the. BIG. boYS !WITH... *swaggers away from his made shot as demar giggles. Probably emphasizing his stomps just to make demar laugh MORE), his smartass comments to reporters ignorantly written off as friendly cheekiness by them despite the OBVIOUS fact that he HATES them (EXCEPT when it's to talk about.. DE-MAAAR!!). KYLE IS.. heard. Does that mean he's LIKED??? um. Well.

Kyle can be .. bossy. To put it lightly. Or an ASSHOLE, to put it now DEMARLY(beloved) but DEROGATORILY. He can argue with coaches like it's a HOBBY! And refs! ESPECIALLY refs! He can argue with the other players!!! You tryna start a fight after we get ejected from a game? Alright, HERES MY ROOM NUMBER. Spoiler alert though, demar GONNA be there because we BOTH loyal af and we BOTH gonna whoop your ass so. have fun losing to homosexuality you sexless giblet ! EVEN IF KYLE ISN'T EVEN PLAAAYING, if a fight breaks onto the floor you can BET he's stepping up all suit and tie to put his two cents in. And people are gonna respectfully disrespect him for that! I mean like.. that's Okay, it's REASONABLE you know it's ALRIGHT. Kyle's been living his entire Life being disrespected so he's just disrespectful right back and that's FINE. it's a little tiring though. Never making someone happy. Never making people Smile because you're just. An asshole. BUt you ARENT juST An ASSHOLE!!!! youre actually REALLY funny and REALLY clingy and REALLY sweet and full of LOVE!!! just.. you know.. also full of... Opinions. Opinions you think EVERYONE deserves to hear DIRECTLY because you HATE fakeness. You also hate being boxed in too... so maybe youre Kind Of an asshole, YEAH so WHAT? thats not ALL? Sometimes you SAY things... yeah.. but youre.. more. Youre So much More. And no one wants to See that . . . And YEAH you COULD hypothetically 'change' that but then that wouldn't be YOU. So you'd rather live a life unloved than live a life not yours. You've already been doing it so long.

Demar is beloved. Like. Thats just FACTS! reasonable tangible understandable FACTS!! serge would PUNCH a man for even HINTING dislike toward demar! We ALL would!!! Deebo is nice and sociable and truthful, can hold pleasant small talk, responds to reporters with delightful little metaphors for rudy gay to question. DEEBO IS A K I N G !!! a pleasant MANNERFUL king! Elegant demarvelous GORGEOUS he is THE WORLDS girlfriend! We DONT deserve him!!!! you know.. he's good at decency. 'Deebo's a Nice Guy. He's known for freezing up during playoffs.. but he's Likeable. He's Nice. So he'll be OK.'

Deebo has the 'i can socialize well in small conversations and i WANT to act pleasant to others because i care for them!!' Attitude People go through where they're 'on good terms' with a lot of people but not... their Number one. Not really KNOWN for ALL that he Is. All that he DOESN'T say. Because what if people Don't want to hear it? What if people Don't want their 'perfect' image of Deebo destroyed? Marred by depressing thoughts, chocked uselessly full of silly Obsessions and Ideas. They just like Pleasant deebo.. Want pleasant deebo. So he gives them that. And represses what he thinks isn't needed. Hides it. Doesn't speak it into life. well- absolutes are Difficult. Sometimes he let's Some Things slip out. Just little things though. No one cares enough to put what he says into memory though. It doesn't make impact that way. He's content with it, he supposes. Because others are.

But. It really does feel Good being with Kyle. JOKING with him, TALKING to him, telling him all your 'silly little ideas', goofing off with him, proposing a MOVIE together, little roles they can fit (the matrix clip..), it feels nice BEING with him. Because he LISTENS. Even if others only see Kyle as this stubborn asshole who takes no opinion beside his own into account, Kyle really does Listen. He might make some snide comments in reply, but he Retains the information given.. the things said. They can hurt him, or they could make him feel Alive. Laugh. Kyle lives for pushing people past their 'Decent' boundaries at the beginning to see who they REALLY are.. the Extent of their Being. He gives them his 100% in search of 100% in return. And you can Bet Demar gives that to him plus More. Plus the moon and the stars and the old movies of his time and his dumb little dances and his musical aspirations and his bothersome interview interruptions and his Love... demar is More than willing to give Kyle EVERYTHING. Because Kyle Asks for his everything. WANTS his Everything. Kyle takes Demar's everything and makes it Beautiful. Let's demar know it's meaningful. He doesn't show it as perfectly Expected, but he Shows it. Demar tells Kyle about his rapping hobby on a lazy afternoon relaxing from another harsh conditioning morning. He tells it as nothing more than a mere Afterthought, just an excuse able comment sprung by music listening inspiration. But Kyle HEARS it, TALKS about it. He brings it up in an interview... the reporter didn't ASK for it. She asked about his favorite rapper. But because Kyle thinks about demar SO much and about EVERYTHING he says, the good, the bad, the Cringe, he brings DeMar's hobbies up. He doesn't EXPOSE them in DEPTH though, just gives them a shoutout. To let the people hear. And to let demar know he's Been heard

Demar thinks of kyle often. Feisty asshole kyle. Couldn't live without me kyle. The man i leaned down to while he was on the floor kyle. The man i told i'd be by no matter What kyle. Because no matter What anyone else thinks of him, Deebo will be there .

Because Kyle's a Listener.

And DeMar sees that.

It's the little things that count.

[liamiya]

fushiguro megumi with a adopted s/o

request from anon: hi!! im a new follower and i just want to say i love you works already! i was wondering if you could do one shot (fluff) of fushiguro’s s/o (and others if you’d like) telling him they are adopted? i’m adopted and have never seen anything like this so i was just wondering!! if it’s 2 difficult u can ignore this :) thank you <33

author's note: thank you for requesting darling! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long on this, i was a little uncertain on how to write this, but i hope it came out right 🥺👉👈 enjoy! Also i changed from a one-shot to some headcanons, i hope you don't mind!

synopsis: fushiguro megumi discovering that his s/o is adopted

The topic probably came up while you two were talking about visiting your family for the first time. When you told him you were adopted, he was a little surprised but don't get him wrong, he just wasn't expecting it.

He definitely does some questions on that, if you're comfortable of course. While you talk about your family, he gets so so curious to meet them, maybe even more now.

Megumi also tells you about his family problems, from his sister to how his father was a asshole and the clan things that happened on his childhood – he doesn't say that he knows Gojo since a kid, he don't want you to think weird of him.

When you take him to meet your parents, he is a little nervous but acts normal. He is really grateful that you love him enough to introduce him to your family, but he is also scared that he might do something wrong and make your parents hate him.

In the end, he feels welcomed and thanks them for making him feel like that and also for being good parents for you.

2021 © content belongs to liamiya, do not repost or edit without permission

[lavernius]

do u. have any church headcanons?? i ask bcux he is My Favorite and u have the best takes on any of these dorks that ive seen in the fandom. fire evry1 @ roosterteeth ur the new rvb writer now

THIS ASK IS SO FUNNY you don't understand i've been saying "rooster teeth should give me the rights to rvb" for two years now. i'm literally so happy you like my hcs that much ily anon. church headcanons JUST for you

cares so deeply for his friends and does NOT know how to show it/be normal about it. if hes nice to them he immediately follows it up with expletives and insults because he's a fucking mess

epsilon church specifically cannot trust anyone after pfl. he's conceited because he's trying to cover up this fact. if he's annoying as fuck he's fucking untouchable

conditioned by the director to believe he had to take the blame for everything bad that happened to the people around him (re: season 11 tucker: "church[...] just took the blame when shit went wrong.")

church will not use his glasses or contacts because he's stubborn. sits there squinting at everything until tucker forces him to put his fucking glasses on. no wonder you miss every FUCKING shot you stupid gay ai

modern au: every time omalley fronts he will misplace their glasses and not tell the system so epsilon can't fucking find them when he gets front back. omalley does this on purpose for fun.

chubby. 100%. also the second shortest member of blue team, he's like 5'7" which is average but all of blue team is fucking tall (tucker's only an inch taller than him tho)

changes his appearance like a motherfucker. does ANYTHING possible to destroy his likeness to the director

this man is a bottom and there is nothing you can do about it. don't tell anyone i said this

this man is also bisexual and there is LITERALLY nothing you can do about it. i love church's weird random mlm moments in canon like calling tucker "baby" or making a joke in a psa about caboose sucking his dick

church = simmons. they're both nerds, they're both annoying, they both have switched sides at least once. both are mentally ill luv xx and have dad issues. they hate each other

thinks wash is alright. actually like genuinely kinda vibes with him. wash doesn't blame him for the epsilon incident, epsilon's a LITTLE jumpy with wash but he also does this thing wash hates where he treats wash like his 13 year old younger brother to piss wash off

has such an attachment to tucker and caboose because they're integral in alpha's memories post-pfl. imagine being tortured for years then abandoned in a canyon with no memory of who you are but knowing only these two assholes for the whole time there? those two are his best friends even if he would never say it. he loves them deeply and loves having fun with them

[normal-thoughts-official]

Also I just want to say thanks for existing ❤️❤️ I love ur blogs and ur takes theyre amazing, I never was properly involved with 5he shadowhunters fandom when it was running bc A. I saw a clalec shipper and ran for the hills(What was that horrific thing) and B. The show is objectively terrible, I really love the fact that you say everything you want to say taking no prisoners!!! Sparing no fragile feelings!!! And I wanna say that I'm so sorry that you have to deal with so many insensitive asshole anons giving you shit

I'm gonna be honest that while I love them both equally, alec was the one I resonated with the most as a lesbian (magnus was the one I fancied ahahah) but I hadn't realised properly how centred Alec was in fandom spaces. Its almost like the ranking of favourite characters goes 1. Alec 2.malec and 3. Magnus, in how Magnus' emotions and boundaries are secondary to the maintaining of alecs relationship with him

I'd seen wisps of something similar in the marvel fandom but hadn't carried over how fans can ununtentially use characters of colour as mere rungs on the ladder to their success, even and especially within the relationship. I don't see this much with sambucky but back when SamSteve was popular Sam was often reduced to Steve's pet therapist who has no aspirations in life other than being Steve's boyfriend.

This is fan behaviour but just wanna say don't let the bastards get u down honey!! ❤️❤️❤️

P. S do clalec shippers still exist??? Please say no

dauihdsiauhd thank u, ur sweet

ur totally right about magnus being below malec on the favorite characters scale, wow. like it's obvious that he doesn't exist outside of malec for these people and so malec becomes this sort of third character and magnus as a person is way wayy down below

but also since u mentioned that u like how i speak my mind xD ur comment about how u relate more to alec because he's gay bothers me a little bit cuz i feel like it implies that being bi is somehow less queer or less relatable and that's... biphobic rethoric djahisudhah like idk maybe u mean that u relate more to his story or whatever but i kind of read it like "i have more solidarity with gay men than bi ppl" and as a bi person that doesn't sit well with me so yeah i'd maybe think about why that might be if that's how u genuinely feel

(PS: if you - and by you i don't mean you, residenthottiesamwilson, just anyone reading this - think that biphobia isn't real just go ahead and unfollow me, cuz if u try to come to my inbox and start shit over it i will block u so just save us both the trouble tbh. we live in a world where every single study around the whole wide world consistently shows that bi ppl face enough discrimination to lower their life expectancy, rise their likelihood to be sexually assaulted, be poorer, and just generally have a way worse quality of life than both straight and gay ppl, so arguing that biphobia doesn't exist is just trying to make ur wishes come true at this point. and i'm seriously not in the mood today or ever to try to prove that 2+2=4)

anyway... to be clear i'm not mad at you and/or calling u a monster, just pointing that out cuz it would bother me if i didn't, and trying to avoid turning this into a biphobia fest in my inbox

moving on! doaijdsoiaj

i can't talk about sambucky and samsteve cuz i haven't actually been involved with the marvel fandom for years now, so i haven't read a lot of fic, and even now the very few tfatws blogs that i follow are all sam-centric cuz im trying to avoid stressing myself with Even More Fandom Buffonery lol, but my educated guess would be that every fandom with an interracial ship is going to have racist tropes, especially because Bucky Stans™ as a group are some of the most racist fandoms ive ever seen. it's actually one of the things that turned me off the MCU fandom, because bucky actually was and is one of my faves, but boiiiiiiiiii

i think most clalec shippers left the fandom long ago (they were never a big group anyway, but you know, at this point they haven't had reason to be active anymore, since most of their thing was to harrass malec shippers and yell about how clalec would prevail, and that fight is already over and done with lol)

[softyn]

Baleful | Kim Taehyung

“Requested by anon: can i request a fic/drabble with bts's v where s/o is kinda cold and doesn't like physical contact and he gets super frustrated. the angst must be the real deal + the end is up to you :)) btw if u wanna add to the plot, go ahead and make it as crazy as u want hehe.

Words: +1.2K.

Genre: angst.

Warnings: some curse words.

A/n: here you go anon!! I hope you like it!💕

-Mai.

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Taehyung sighed and opened the front door of your apartment with the spare keys you gave him.

He was tired, both physically and psychologically, he just wanted to lie on your couch or bed, have a cuddle session with you and maybe, some kisses.

“Y/n! I'm back.” He said upon entering the living room. Since you weren't there, he looked for you until he found you in the kitchen, preparing some tea.

“I've missed you!” He said hugging you, tightly, from the back.

You sighed and tried to remove his arms from around you.

“Tae, we saw each other this morning.” You complained.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“And? I can’t miss my girlfriend?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” You answered, finishing to prepare your tea.

You took your cup and a piece of fruit and went to the living room, without saying anything.

Taehyung followed you, arms still crossed over his chest.

“Okay, what's wrong? Did I do something or...?” He asked, looking at you with a serious expression on his face.

You looked at him and shook your head. -Nothing, I'm good and no, you haven't done anything, what about you?- you asked.

“Then why the fuck are you acting this cold?” He spatted.

“Taehyung, you know that I'm like this, don't exaggerate.” You said.

“Don't exaggerate? I'm just asking why are you so cold.” He complained.

“And I'm just saying that I'm not acting cold!” You said raising your voice.

“YES YOU ARE! YOU DON'T KISS ME, YOU DON'T EVEN HUG ME! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU TOLD ME I LOVE YOU?” He shouted in anger.

“I DON'T DO THIS THINGS BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE IT TAEHYUNG! YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT, I'M NOT INTO SKINSHIP, AND YOU WITH ALL YOUR SIGNS OF AFFECTION, OVERWHELMED ME.” You shouted back.

Taehyung stayed for some seconds looking at you, with a hard look, before he talked again.

“God... you and our relationship are the biggest regret in my life.” he said in a harsh tone.

The moment he said that words the room went silent.

You felt your heart sink to your stomach, he has never been like this to you.

Until now, he had understood that you were not the type of person who likes to show affection and you didn't understand why he was saying this now.

Is in this way how has he truly been feeling?

Taehyung was about to faint, why did he do something that he didn’t mean it at all?

He didn't feel like that, on the contrary, he loved you for who you were. He didn't mind that you weren't a big fan of skinship, he knew that you loved him even if you didn't show it.

Taehyung opened his mouth, he wanted to withdraw what he said, let you know that he didn't really meant all of his words, but you talked first.

“Get the fuck out of here Kim Taehyung.” you said looking at him with your crystallized eyes.

You didn't want to cry in front of him and you were trying your best to not to do it.

“Y/n I...”

“Get Out.” You said pointing at the door. “And you better not dare to show up in here for a while.” You warned.

Taehyung waited some seconds for you to talk again, to hear you say that he could stay at your home and talk about it, but you didn't say a word.

Taehyung sighed and went to the front door, before leave, he turned back to look at you, but kept having the same hard expression on your face, so he ended up leaving your apartment.

The moment you heard the door shoot, you collapsed on the floor.

You started to cry like you've never done before. Hear that from the person you loved and cherished the most broke your heart in a million pieces.

Taehyung felt like a real asshole.

When Hoseok opened the front door of their dorms, Taehyung collapsed on his friend's arms.

He explained what happened between sobs what happened and the boys looked at him with compassion.

“But you are Taehyung and Y/n, you are like... the perfect couple, you will get through this.” Jungkook said.

“Yeah, that's true.” Jin.

“I don’t know guys, I really fucked up” He said.

“Don’t worry Taehyung, I know y/n, she will forgive you.” Namjoon said patting his back.

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You looked at the box in front of you.

You knew that it was from Taehyung, something to make you forgive him.

And it’s not like you didn’t want to forgive him but you were still hurted by his words.

You opened the little box and picked the paper which was inside.

“Meet me at 7pm in our place. If you don’t show up, I’ll take it as a definitely break up.”

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Taehyung looked at his watch, 7:08pm.

He sighed and even though he was losing his hope, he waited for you some more minutes.

“Sorry, I am late.” He heard and he turned back to see you.

He smiled instinctively, full of relieve.

“I thought that you weren’t going to come.” He said.

You looked at him in silence, without saying anything.

The atmosphere was quiet, silent, a little uncomfortable you would say.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything I’ve said, you didn’t deserved any of that words.” He sudenly said.

“No, I didn’t.” You agreed.

He started to play with his fingers, you could sense that he was nervous.

“I-I’m really happy that you are here, we can talk about... this and try to fix this.” He said.

“That's what I wanted to talk about, Taehyung ... I do not think there's a solution.“ You said.

“W-what?” He asked with his eyes wide open.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, Taehyung, a lot. You are a person who loves to hug and being hugged while I hate all of that, it makes me uncomfortable and more even if it’s in public. You always complain about me acting too cold but it’s just my personality Tae, I can’t avoid it.”

“But.. I do love you, a lot. I love you for who you are and I don’t mind if you are cold or if you don’t like skinship.” He complained.

“Tae.” You said getting closer to him and grabbing his hands. “You need someone more like... more like you, someone who loves to cuddle as much as you do, who loves to show affection as you do and most importantly, someone who doesn’t make you regret dating her.” You said calmly.

“But I don’t regret meeting you, I said all that thing because I was mad and stressed, please, don’t leave me.” He begged, holding your hands stronger.

“I think the best thing will be give ourselves some time to think about this and reflect.”

Taehyung didn’t say anything, he just stayed there, looking how, after waiting some minutes for his response, you let go of his hands and disappeared in the dark of the night.

For the second time, he just did something that he didn’t mean it.

Let you go has been, is and will be, the worst decision in his life.

// Masterlist //

[sapphicguinevere]

LOL U AND UR HATE FOR ARTHUR IS SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!! oh wait, it's not. You don't care but I'm unfollowing some of the stupid bitches you interact with you. I never followed you btw but you're now on permanent block mode. Congratulations. And yes, I know some of the actors you think you like/hate. Dude, you are a fucking idiot. Some day you'll thank me.

i.... don’t actually hate arthur i just make jokes about him and call him an asshole sometimes bc he is... and idk what you mean by “i know some of the actors you think you like/hate” but um go off i guess. not sure what i’m supposed to thank you for but thanks for the anon hate!