#but it seems to be weirdly acceptable/accepted behavior

[segretecose]

"i am 15% scandinavian 18% french 3% eastern europea-" okay well i will kill 100% of you

[ringneckedpheasant]

squinting_dog.jpeg i can’t tell if my nephew’s interest in trucks is an autism thing or just gender roles being imposed on him

[antimatterz]

Reader cuddling Dan Heng's tail and not realizing they feel asleep on it? How does Dan Heng react to this especially Reader seem fine with his Imbibitor Lunae form since reader still sees him as Dan Heng even if he looked different

all of you

dan heng (il) x gn!reader

summary: he might've changed form, but in the end, he is still your beloved dan heng.

cw: fluff, spoilers for dan heng imbibitor lunae

enyo's note: thank you !! this definitely awakened my writing juices. it's just a short drabble but i hope you'll enjoy it still !!

content under the cut | masterlist

something was definitely different about dan heng's entire demeanor ever since he revealed his vidyadhara form. yes, he had always been quiet and distant, but as time passed, he gradually warmed up to you. now, after what happened on the xianzhou luofu, it was as if you were back at square one.

he wasn't shutting you out completely; he still let you be around him and let you do your thing. it was just that he went silent, looking somber and deep in thought. he never was one to open up about his inner struggles, but this time around, it wasn't entirely hard to figure out what was going on behind his pretty eyes.

but you didn't confront him about it. you never did.

instead, you sat curled up against him, your fingertips absentmindedly caressing the scales of his tail. though dan heng had agreed to return to the astral express, he barely left the archive room and didn't participate in anything – not even coming out to eat breakfast together with the crew. you were the only one he let in, hence you spent most of your time in said room alongside him. you were worried about him, yes, but you figured he just needed time to process all that went down. after all, the secret he so long carried upon his heart finally came to the surface, and his true form had showed; imbibitor lunae. now that was quite something.

dan heng didn't return your affection. instead, he stared ahead of him with his hands resting in his lap. you pretended not to mind, but secretly it saddened you a little. yet, you didn't show, and relished in his warmth as you leaned against him, now tiredly wrapping your arms around his tail.

you were slowly dozing off, given how it was already quite late at night. it wouldn't be the first time you'd fall asleep cuddling his tail, and you knew he didn't really mind. it wasn't long before the everlasting silence and the cadence of dan heng's breathing lulled you into a slumber.

now, dan heng finally seemed to wake up from his tense and statue-like state. his solemn gaze fell upon you, earnest grey eyes softening as he took in your sleeping form. he was well aware of how much he distanced himself after revealing his vidyadhara form, as he was scared what the others – and especially you – would think. but you didn't seem to mind, and your behavior around him hadn't changed one bit.

you still smiled at him as brightly as ever, you never looked at him weirdly nor was there any fear present in your eyes as you regarded him. if any, you liked to touch his horns and cuddle his tail and tell him how amazing he looked (before stuttering that he already looked good before the whole imbibitor lunae ordeal). no, you still treated him with the same attention and kindness, and his new form didn't stop you from visiting him in his room and cuddling up against him. something clicked inside his mind; you really didn't regard him any different, did you?

while the others were clearly in awe, treating him with some awkward form of respect, you never changed your act around him. he remembered the words you spoke to him after the hectic events that took place on the xianzhou luofu; "you might look different, but you're still dan heng."

it was okay. it was a big change, but it clearly wasn't that big of a deal for you. the person who was the most important to him accepted imbibitor lunae without a doubt. you were fine with it, and nothing else mattered.

dan heng felt at peace for the first time since. slowly, moving carefully not to wake you, he wrapped an arm around you, using his fingers to delicately move some strands of hair away from your face. he felt so grateful towards you, and he promised himself to show you. he was done distancing himself from you, as it was pointless. you accepted him, no matter what. he was safe with you.

[thegoldencontracts]

Housewardens with a Tsundere!Reader (Pt. 1)

I've seen this a lot, and I wanted to share my own takes on how I think they'd act! This is a part one, including Riddle, Leona, and Azul.

Summary: You're tough, brash, and rude, getting snippy at all those who try to approach you. All for the sake of covering up your soft side. How do the housewardens react?

Notes: Romance, GN!reader

Contains: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Riddle Rosehearts

He thinks your behavior is highly improper.

When he first approaches you, you do not hesitate to screech that he's an idiot.

He can and will try to collar you if you're getting particularly loud.

All in all, he thinks you and your defensive, brash nature are utterly infuriating. If you hit him, expect to be collared. You're just- so annoying.

...So why does his heart race whenever he's around you?

That's right. Riddle's also a tsundere (sometimes, at least)

And that means you two are evenly matched

Poor Trey often has to watch you two and your constant bickering, and your occasional stammering.

You yell that Riddle's an idiot, he says you're a buffoon who never learned to respect the rules. Both of you secretly like each other. It is painful to watch.

You make Riddle lunch and you claim you just had extra. Of course, he responds by denying his appreciation.

Who will confesses first? It really depends on whose friends decide to finally intervene.

All in all, you two have a cute yet infuriating to watch relationship.

Leona Kingscholar

He doesn't have time for you, or so he thinks.

When he first sees you, rebuking you for encroaching upon his territory, you call him an idiot for thinking anyone would ever take his ridiculous territory claims seriously.

You're not off to a great start. Leona is very likely to try and make you put your money where your mouth is.

...With a game of chess, of course! Leona just woke up and doesn't feel like particularly like fighting right now.

That, and, he doesn't know why, but he really doesn't feel like getting you hurt.

Considering just how good Leona is, there's a very good chance he'll absolutely demolish you.

But if you manage to win, he'll definitely be impressed.

Either way, he'll tell you to stop bothering him. You huff, and say he was the one bothering you, and that's that.

Except it isn't. Of course, somehow, the two of you end up stuck together. First you're paired up in a joint class, then you're both locked in the botanical gardens during an emergency, and then Ruggie keeps making the two of you talk.

Leona hates it. Considering the way you huff, you do you.

Except, once again, neither of you do.

You actually try to get closer to Leona - despite the roundabout, brash way you go about it - and he hates that he likes it.

Your average interaction at first consists of him telling you to 'get away, herbivore', and you yelling at him to 'stop bossing me around, idiot!'

But slowly, he stops pushing you away. And you warm up with time too.

You're weirdly friendly - though sometimes, your insults do genuinely get to Leona. You'll apologize in that roundabout, flustered way of yours, and though Leona rarely vocalizes, he'll accept.

He doesn't want to lose you, after all, no matter how much he pretends he couldn't care less.

Leona doesn't confess first. You don't confess first. Ruggie confesses first on both of your behalfs, and though Leona plans to chew him out at first, when things work out, Ruggie quickly finds himself on the receiving end of countless donuts.

While dating, both of you will likely be softer with one another.

Once again, very cute relationship, and both of you are so harsh and yet so soft with each other at the same time.

Azul Ashengrotto

At first, Azul genuinely dislikes you. Your posturing, your pride, the way you seem to look down on him with your endless insults reminds him of those who bullied him.

But, Azul isn't that same little octopus anymore. He's grown used to insults, sadly. He's been looked down on all his life.

Your words mean nothing to him. They're a slight sting at most.

Overall, he'd just like to stay away from you. The moment you first met, you told him to "S-Stay away from me, you scheming idiot!"

Then, when he - in an attempt to stay smug despite his burgeoning temper - asked you if you were scared, you replied that you could never be scared of a slow, clumsy loser like him.

Slow, clumsy, idiotic octopus. That's what they called him as a kid.

And then, he sees your cuter moments. The more endearing ones. And he can't help but feel his heart flutter against his wishes.

God, Azul hates it. He hates how cute he finds you, how his heart races whenever he's around you.

Love is a position of vulnerability. Azul's meant to take advantage of it, not be the one stuck with it!

And, well, Azul's never known anything but rejection when it comes to true connection. Even the twins always insisted they were nothing more than his business partners (though the accuracy of their claim is rather dubious).

And you? You're going to mock him for sure.

Truth be told, Azul's scared. He's scared of what'll happen if you find out about the budding feeling in his chest, and he's scared of being laughed at by someone who he can't help but love.

So, of course, he tries to keep his walls up. Never drop that smug air of his. Never let you see the burgeoning fear underneath.

But that doesn't work out. You do manage to squeeze out the cracks in his facade, but then you laugh, saying he should really drop that infuriating smug face and do this more often because it looks cute, and he doesn't know what to do.

People aren't supposed to love this side of him. Least of all you. You're always insulting him, after all!

And yet, you think he looks cute like this. He hates how much his face flushes at that.

Now that Azul's developed a crush, he can't deny that, now, there are times when your jabs get to him. He doesn't say anything. He can't. He had to remain composed, because otherwise he's opening himself up to endless mockery.

But one day, it gets to him, and he finds himself hunched in a corner, reverting to his old habits as he furiously checks himself for any imperfections. What's he doing wrong? Is his voice truly annoying?

...And then you walk in on him.

How had he forgotten to lock the door? He feels like such a moron, but he can't let you see, or-

You're nothing but patient and apologetic. Even as he hisses at you to leave, threatens you, and tries to make you a contract, you're still patient.

You apologize, for once. He can't help but still get prickly with you, after all, you've just witnessed a humiliating moment of his that you caused. But he still does appreciate it.

You two do gradually get closer, softer, doing favors for one another. Feelings are budding. And yet, neither of you do anything.

Eventually, Jade and Floyd intervene, and just straight up set you two up. It's embarrassing for the both of you, but hey, at least you got together.

Azul's still docking their pay, of course.

Though the two of you get off to a rough start, you still manage to find your way together in the end.

[eydi-andrius]

Yayyyy... I love you 😭💗... you accepted my request 😭💗 I love your stories sooooooo muchhhhhhh 😭💗 (I'm a writer too btw)

HEART GOT TEETH (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Synopsis: How does it feel to be hunted?

a/n: I'm so sorry it took a long while for this. I was just not confident enough but i hope you will enjoy this one. I am still experimenting with the professor Gojo one still, on which you first requested, but this story was born from writing that. I kind of think you'd love to read this. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI, NON-CON, DARK GOJO, DARK! READER, bullying, stalking, obsession, violence, kidnapping, sexual assault, illegal filming or recording of sexual intercourse, DARK SMUT, blackmailing and let me know if I forgot any tags

Gojo is used to being the smartest on campus. Not until late in semester, a transferee was given the opportunity to move due to her academic achievements.

He hated her.

He picked up on everything she does. Detest the way she strides with confidence, unbothered, and powerful.

Of course…..She's not as smart as him. But somehow, people liked her better.

Not that he cared.

Professors who are usually tight lipped whenever he debates them, are very kind and nice to her. They seemed approachable and open whenever she conversed with them.

Classmates who scurry away whenever he is around, greets her with a smile whenever she passes by them. She even earned the nickname “sunshine” because a gloomy room will light up when she’s around.

It was an anomaly. She doesn't belong here. Your existence is unwanted. He dislikes how an outsider such as you was able to get the attention away from him so easily.

His hatred started off with a normal rolling of eyes when he caught sight of you. Bad mouthing you the moment anyone uttered your name. Embarrassing you in front of the class if you show a teeny tiny mistake. However, none of those work and weirdly enough, you still smile at him purely.

That attitude angered him more.

It didn’t even occur to him, that his hatred heightened and it turned into a full-blown obsession, that stalking you became a habit.

He is checking your socials for any updates, your shares and stories religiously. His ears will perk up if other people mention your name, and he will immediately tune in to whatever they were talking about— especially, if related to you. He will even check in the campus portal or the google drives related to your files just to judge whatever you passed to the professor.

Geto Suguru, his best friend, obviously noticed the change in his behavior but he was glad that he didn't comment further about it.

Sometimes, he knows Geto will deliberately mention your name and where you are currently. He would respond with a grumble and scrunched up nose, berating his friend for uttering a witch’s name. Yet, he will catch himself standing in the area that was mentioned. And he feels alive, when he purposely bumps to your shoulder, almost toppling you backward, and you would profusely apologize for being clumsy, bowing repeatedly in shame.

It didn't even occur to him that what he was doing was wrong. Harassing a girl for absolutely just existing seems like a problem to himself and not something she should apologize for.

One day, luck must've on his side. He was getting paranoid because he has a feeling that you’ll get higher grades than him this semester. The knock on his door startled him, especially when he opened the door and it was your face that popped up on the other side.

It seems like your laptop is having an issue. You tried everything you can find online but nothing fixes it. You came to his dorm because Geto recommended and assured you that Gojo can fix it for you.

Cursing his bff, he almost turned down your request…… when an idea flashed on his head. His ire vanished, and an evil, unfair plan formed in his mind.

He could use this opportunity to spy on you. He can check your grade and track your whereabouts and see what you're up to — to make sure you are not sabotaging him, of course.

And that he did.

You were all smiles, grateful and happy, when your laptop came back, fixed and working better than before. He watched as your eyes glinted, almost tearing up, when he reassured you that he doesn't need no fee.

He let you go on your merry way without knowing that he got you. He now has access to your laptop and everything inside of it.

—-

Gojo could have sworn that he heard his skull crack from that strong hit he received on his head, while he was standing outside waiting for Geto.

He received a text from him to sneak out and do something more worthwhile, than faking smiles, and joining the retreat for the seniors.

Although he doesn't want to go out, he’d rather do something else than be surrounded by morons, to whom the only advantage they have is being born earlier.

He was minding his own business. Patiently waiting, when a hardwood suddenly came out of nowhere, and made contact on his head. His ears rang, vision blurry, he was feeling dizzy, and saw footsteps coming his way, before he completely lost consciousness.

—

With a throbbing head, and a body sore, he felt like the pain was killing him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and saw himself in some sort of a shed made out of bamboo.

He tried to open his mouth, to scream or ask for help but he was far too dizzy and weak to voice out his concern. He winces when he tries moving his head, looking for a comfortable position, the throbbing got worse, and he tried to lift his hand to assist on his head, when he realized that he can't move his hands, and it was tied behind the chair he was sitting at.

After a moment, he tried his voice again, he could only croak syllables, and grit his teeth when he felt how dry and parched his throat was.

Closing his eyes, and with the pain all over his body he did not notice when the door opened, and he jolted when someone sat on his lap, pinching his chin to look up. Forcefully opening his mouth, by grabbing his cheeks.

A bottle of iced cold water was given to his mouth. He felt the invasive cool liquid run down his dry throat, and coughs when the person who forced him to drink does not care if he could drown by titling the bottle without stopping or resting, for him to be able to drink it all at his own pace.

He forcefully moved his face away on the stranger's hold, and was looking down and coughing, when he felt the person on his lap uttered “good boy” deregatoridly while slapping his cheek loudly.

He looked up, and all colors went out of his face for a second when realized who the person in front of him was.

Your furious eyes were tuned on him, even with a playful smirk gracing your lips, it couldn't erase your pulsating anger.

His initial shock soon turned into boiling anger, when he understood that the most likely suspect of his kidnapping was no other than you.

He started screaming profanities, calling you a bitch, and derogatory names, as he tried to forcefully remove his bindings.

Instead of being offended by his words you only chuckled at him. This only made him angrier.

“You bitch! Even if you kill me right now, you will never become the Summa cum laude! You’re too stupid for that!” His insulting words slowly turned sharply and deadlier, and he thought his words finally got under your skin after he watched as your eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape, slowly blinking at him. It looks like you were shell shocked from what he had said.

He smirked at that, feeling like he was winning, at least before you smiled and started laughing hysterically, which stilled and confused him.

“HAHAHA! So sorry for laughing at that.” She apologized, using her finger to stop her tears of delight.

“Damn, Satoru. You are all tied up. Helpless and all on my mercy, and the only thing you could come up with, the reason why I am doing this, was me envying you for getting something you deserve because you are smarter than me? I am not that petty.” You clarified after a big sigh.

She looks amused as she watches his brows furrowed, eyes filled with confusion, as he tries to understand what exactly he did to be treated like this.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll spill.” You said, raising your hands up in surrender. You purposely grind on his crotch, hard. Making him wince in pain from the friction. You felt his dick hardened a little, poking you, and you jeered in disgust at that. All men truly are the same.

“Tell me, Satoru. What did you put in my laptop?” You said in a sing-song tune. As if caught red handed, his eyes widened, and his mouth closed and opened up, trying to come up with something.

“Nah! You don't have to answer that. I already know that it was you who put spyware on it. You disgusting, motherfucker. If you wanted to get someone's pussy, you could always just yell on campus, and the girls would flock in front of you, like starving hyenas. They will serve themselves for you to eat them whole. You don't even need to pay them.” Scratching your scalp, in annoyance, you continued.

“Did you know that almost put my sister in danger? I thought my abusive fucking father finally caught up with my younger sister and he planted those spywares, to spy on us. Thank God! I was smart enough to realize that the possibility of that was low, especially, since he is too stupid to think that way. And there is no other person in my life that could have done that, except you, who fixed my laptop for free. Like why are you so obsessed with me?” Disgust was written all over your face as you looked down on him. You were visibly shaking, face red from anger.

“Dream on!” Gojo spat back at your allegations and you can't help but chuckle at that. In anger, you grab his face, and squeeze it tight.

“Listen, you jerk! Do you think I do not know that you have been targeting me for absolutely no reason at all? Those accidental bumps when you're walking, your not so subtle insults when I made a small mistake and many more. I know. I know that you meant to crush my spirits with that. But you know, I was used to getting bullied and really doesn't mind what you’re up to, even though it was unfair. I told myself that I just need to graduate in two years so it wouldn't matter. I don't have to meet you again after that, anyway.” You stopped for a moment licking your lips. Eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Yet, you made the absolute, most horrifying mistake, of dragging my sister in this.” You continued, breathing labored from pent up anger.

“You see this?” You moved a bit and pulled out something from your pocket. It was your phone, and you showed that it was recording.

“I’ll fuck you and we will record it. I don't usually do blackmailing on a reg, but it was you who started this so, goodluck with that.” With gritted teeth, you declared war, and you grinned when you saw how fear flickered on his eyes, and his face turned ashen, and he started thrashing, not caring if his binds bites on his skin.

“But before that!” You clapped and pulled out a cloth and forcefully covered his mouth. “I don't like you calling me names. You sick, fuck.” Gojo tried to put his head on the side, to run away from his mouth being covered, but due to his limited movements, she was able to shut him up. Cloth digging on his cheeks on how tight it was.

Chuckling, you stood up and placed your phone on the prompt up stand on the side, directly in front of Gojo. He was breathing heavily as you watched him on the screen, still trying to untie himself. You saw blood now trickling down on his tied wrists.

“Tsk tsk. Don't do that if you're hurting yourself. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” Cooing, you slowly undress in front of him, making sure that the discarding of your clothes was caught on camera.

When you're finally bare in front of him. He stopped thrashing around and his eyes were only tuned in on yours refusing to look down.

What a gentleman.

Positioning yourself on all fours, you started crawling seductively at him, and you did not miss how his skin prickled, not sure if he was scared or enjoying the show you have for him.

When you're right below him, you squeeze his knee, and he starts thrashing again, stronger this time, as you painstakingly slowly reach for his zipper. Undoing it and freeing his semi hard dick.

Grinning to piss him off, you grab his member carefully and licked the tip, like how you're licking an ice cream on a sunny day.

You felt how his body shivered from the contact and his breathing labored as he stared down at you. Long lashes fluttering, eyes hardened.

You moved your hand up and down, and licked his shaft, teasing him, as you moved your hips performing in front of the camera.

You moved a bit forward and you heard him groan when you finally put him inside your mouth, with a slurp, you started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved your mouth up and down his cock, enough to make him feel but not enough to cum.

You watched as he bit the cloth covering his mouth to stop himself from making any noise. And do everything in his power to stop his instinct from enjoying what you're doing for him. One wrong move, however, he pistoned himself upwards, which caused his dick to go deeper in your throat, and you involuntarily gagged at the sudden intrusion. You felt how his member twitched, enjoying the feel of your mouth on his veiny dick. Staring at his eyes, you know he loved the power he had in that small moment.

You chuckle a bit at that, the vibration causing him to twitch some more, and with a pop you let him go. His cock fully hardened, ready, red and wet from both his precum and your saliva.

Standing up, you turned your back on his face and sat on his lap. Using your finger, you open your fold, and grind your pearl on his dick, to tease him. Your other hand on your breast, playing with nipples and massaging your mound.

Satisfied on the way he groaned, and stopped cursing at you, you gave him a reward by plunging down slowly on his dick, he whimpered, mouth shut, lying to himself about not liking the way your gummy slowly molding his cock inside of you. You only squeezed him tighter, when you were a bit surprised at how deep he had gone.

You never had a dick this big before. You felt so full, and touching your belly, you can feel the shape of him.

“Satoru, I can feel you here. See?” You asked naively, looking back at him, as you squeezed him tighter and the guttural groan he let out was music to your ears.

You smiled evilly at that and started moving your hips up and down, both your hands, playing with your breast.

“Ummm…I’m doing well, right, Satoru? Is this what you want? Oh god, you're so big.” You continue to lie as you move, performing, and admittedly loving your power. Makijgvsure the video will show that Gojo consented to this.

“Please please please….touch me, Satoru. I understand that you wanted to be binded and silent but I need your touch, hmmmm?” You pretended to ask, as you looked back on his helpless face, looking pathetic, red and sweat dripping from his forehead. He looks dazed and unfocus.

“Alright, if you insist, I guess, I’ll cum by riding you on my own.” Pouting before looking back on the camera, you started increasing your pace, you know he is now close, as his voice deepened and his whimpers louder. You acted and started telling him that you’re close, he is good, and he is hitting your sensitive spot, to throw him off.

It was soon after when you felt his dick violently twitch and you felt how he came inside of you. Warmth seeping in your core and painting your walls white. You whined at that and you squeezed his knee as you looked back at the camera.

“You told me, you will not come inside.” You said, almost crying.

“What? You want some more? But I’m already tired.” At this time, you had faced him, you thinned your voice, acting cutely, but your face says otherwise. You smirked down at him. On Satoru who looks dazed and red, dick is still twitching and hard, even after just cumming.

[darkbluekies]

A lot of jealousy filled yandere one shot please!!,,,been craving for some jealousy lately.

Jealousy makes people blind

Yandere!king OC x fem reader

Summary: you have to join in on the king's meeting, but the others gazes towards you makes the meeting end in blood.

Warnings: killing, beheading, blood, jealousy, obsessive behavior, yandere themes

Word count: 1.5k

A king who has everything and can get whatever he desires should be satisfied, shouldn’t he? Wrong. Edmund is greedy and violent and he’ll not stop fighting until he gets what he wants. Like how he got you. You can still see the horrific scene from when he forced you to marry him when you close your eyes, all the blood covering the floor, all the bodies. It hasn't disappeared yet. Uncleanable stains in the carpets and a metallic scent in the air is still prominent in the ballroom. You don't go there anymore. 

Edmund is currently rummaging through the chamber after his brooches. He would lose his own head if it weren't attached to his neck. Weirdly enough, he never seems to lose you or his wedding ring?

"Where the fuck are they?!" he shouts and rips the pillow that's right beside you off the bed. "I know I put them here somewhere!"

You should probably tell him that you put the brooches in your bedside table drawer. They were scattered across the floor yesterday and you knew that if they disappeared, he'd get one of his tantrums … so you put it in your drawer for safe keeping. He notices how you flinch when he rips the paraffin lamp down on the floor and quickly comes back to his senses. He crawls up on the bed and cups your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, love", he says softly. "I didn’t mean to scare you. Have you seen my brooches? I have to find them before the meeting."

Kings from other kingdoms are coming to the castle to discuss peace and alliance. And you have to join since you're now the queen.

"I put them away in my bedside table drawer …", you say shyly. 

"Why did you do that?"

"T-They were lying on the floor yesterday. I was scared they'd break or disappear."

All anger runs off his face and he gives you a relieved smile before kissing your lips.

"What would I do without you, hm?" he smiles and opens your drawer, finding the two jeweled brooches inside. "Thank you, my love."

You follow the small jewelry as he clips it onto his expensive clothing.

"You should make yourself ready too", Edmund says. "Although I'm not happy that you have to join my meeting because you have no reason to engage in politics … I'll accept it."

"Please don't do anything stupid."

"I won't do anything stupid. But if the other kings suggest something stupid, I will behead them and burn their castle to the ground!"

"That's not how you have a civilized discussion."

"I know. I don't care. If the court had not suggested that I invite them over to talk, they'd have stormed the castle!" He cups your cheeks. "I won't let anything happen to you." He lets go and starts walking back and forth again. "So now I have to argue with these pigs about my territory! For heaven's sake! It's my territory! They have no right to take it! And now we should compromise for whatever reasons I don't have the energy to care about!"

"Edmund. Calm down."

He sighs and nods.

"Fine", he agrees. "Okay, get ready now so we can get this over with. Afterwards, you and I are going to take a nap."

"I'd like to go to the library actually …", you say.

"No. We're going to nap."

You sigh and fight the urge to roll your eyes.

An hour later, you and Edmund walk through the castle hand in hand, escorted by royal guards. Edmund always holds you close whenever someone is around, whether it be a man or a woman. You are his and no one else can be trusted. Every woman in the kingdom dreams of being in your position and jealousy can make a person do horrible stuff.

They walk into the meeting room and see the other three kings sitting around the round table. They have scars over their faces and look more masculine than any man you’ve ever seen before. They remind you of vikings. Without noticing, you squeeze Edmund’s hand tighter. He smiles at you and kisses your temple. The other three kings stand up to shake your hand, but Edmund stops your hand before you can touch them. 

“Don’t touch my wife”, he says coldly. “Don’t even look at her. If she has to be here, then you’re not going to look at her.”

They laugh awkwardly and sit down again. You immediately feel out of place once they start discussing. Edmund’s hand is squeezing yours under the table, his grip growing tighter and tighter each minute. You give him a worried glance. 

“You’re hurting me”, you whisper. 

He sighs out and lightens his grip. He lifts up your intervened hands to his lips and kisses your fingers. You notice how the other kings gazes glance over to you and Edmund. Edmund notices. Before you have time to stop him, he shoots them dark eyes. 

“I told you not to look at her”, he says warningly. “Y/N, go outside.”

Your blood goes cold. You take a harder grip on Edmunds hand, a silent plea to make him realize what he’s going to do. 

“Go outside”, he tells you, giving you a small push towards the door. 

You understand that if you don’t listen to him, you’ll have to relive the day that has made you sleepless at night. Involuntarily, you stand up and make your way out the door. Edmund closes it behind you. You only have time to see his maniatic eyes before the door separates you. Edmund turns to the three kings and pulls out his sword from his belt. If there’s one thing Edmund can handle, it’s his sword.

“I told you not to look at her”, he says deeply and swings the sword around to give them a scare. “I told you not to look at my property. She’s mine. I’ve killed for her before and I will do it again.”

“Your majesty, we didn’t mean any disrespect to your beautiful wife”, one of the kings say slowly, holding his hands out in front of him. “Put down the weapon.”

“Beautiful, huh?” Edmund’s eyes are crazed and his heart is pounding too fast, too loud. He swings his sword. “Get down on your knees. Now.”

The other king gulps and slowly sinks down on the floor. Edmund puts the point of the sword to the man’s throat. 

“You’re right”, he says darkly. “My wife is beautiful. The most beautiful woman in this entire world. But you shouldn't look at her. You shouldn’t tell me that she’s beautiful. I can see that for myself. You probably have some real nasty thoughts about my wife, don’t you?” Edmund lets the glare move over to the other two men. “You do too. Why wouldn’t you? My wife is wonderful. But you’re not her husband. I am. She’s mine. Only mine.”

With that said, he swings the sword and the kneeling king’s head in front of him falls down to the wooden floor with a ‘thump’ while the body falls to the other side. Edmund stares down at the head, heavily breathing. He should feel bad, shouldn’t he? He thinks he should. But he doesn’t. 

“You two”, he says and points the bloody sword towards the remaining kings. “Anything you want to say about my wife, hm? Want to say how beautiful she is? How you wished she was yours? Continue wish upon a fucking star. She’s not going anywhere.”

He loses composition of himself and swings his sword left to right, slicing whatever piece of meat he can get a hold of. Once he notices that none of the men are standing anymore, he drops his sword and walks to the door. He finds you sitting outside, curled up in a ball with your back against the wall and hiding your face down in your knees. You look up once he comes out and his heart stops at the sight of your tears. He remembers how you were crying at the masquerade he held three months ago. You were so pretty then and he loved to see you so vulnerable. Whatever this is … he hates it. You have a look in your eyes that you didn’t have that night. Last time, your eyes softened once you saw the king … this time they go wide. You’re afraid of him. 

“Shh, shh”, he whispers and sinks down on his knees by your side. He cups your wet cheeks, stroking the skin with his thumbs. “Don’t cry, everything is okay now.”

“L-Let me go!” you sob while trying to push him away with your hands and turn your face away.

“It’s okay, my love.”

“I hate you!”

“I know my jealousy can be frightening, I know, okay?” He kisses your nose. “But it keeps you safe! It reassures our relationship! No one should break us apart!” He rests his forehead against yours. “Oh, I love you so much, my queen. I can’t live without you!”

You’re a sobbing mess in his hands. He tries holding you together, making sure that the pieces of you don’t fall apart. You’re squirming against him as if you were mad yourself.

“I’m protecting you”, Edmund says but you don’t know if it is to reassure you or reassure himself. 

You close your eyes and sob. Jealousy can make a person do horrible stuff.

[sunnyangy]

hi, it's great to find blogs on wbk, I really loved your writing. If it's ok, could you do relationship hcs for Sakura? Thank you!

hello ! thank you so muchhh i’m glad you like my writing :) here you go for Sakura !

Relationship Headcanons 🍃

- Sakura 🌼

• You met when you were walking on a street after buying your groceries, but he noticed a group of men following you. He came up to them as they pushed you against a wall. He beat them all up, before helping you get up without a word. He simply then left.

• After some days, as you were working with Kotoha in the cafe, a group of boys from Fuurin came in. You quickly recognized the split colored hair boy, and his golden eye.

• By the advice of Kotoha, you went up to him, gifting him an omurice. He looked up at you weirdly, seeming embarassed.

« Thank you !.. you saved me a few days ago !.. » you said, bowing to him to show respect and thankfulness.

« W-What ?! I didn’t do this for you ! Guys like this make me sick to my stomach ! »

• Days after days, he came often to the cafe with his friends, and everytime you would gift him something to eat. Everytime he is annoyed with you, telling you he doesn’t want it. But everytime, he ends up finishing the meal.

• After some months, you started to be the one to fall for him. You always found his blush adorable, as he always tried to push you off but his face said otherwise.

• One day, you got bothered by some dudes again after you had a mentally tiring day. Sakura was once again around and made them leave, but you fell on your knees, crying because this was too much for you to handle on this day. He got concerned and came to check over you, but in a second, you put your arms around his neck, crying against his vest. At first he didn’t know how to react, and just put his arms around you, hesitating. But when he understood you found comfort against him, he felt this nice sensation in his heart, that he was helping you. And he was happy that someone relied on him, and considered him as an emotional support.

• He gently kissed your forehead in an attempt to soothe you. Since then, he was always kinder to you whenever he came to the cafe, always calmer and more affectionate with you, even if his behavior was still grumpy and seemingly indifferent.

• You were the one to ask him out, as you saw there was something between you two, but he was way too troubled to tell you himself. When you asked him alone in a corner of the cafe, he started stumbling on his words, like he was mad, but his cheeks were absolutely red. You put your hands on his cheeks to stop his movements, which made him shut up and look in your eyes. As you saw his eyes quickly glance to your lips, you decided to make your move and kiss him. He didn’t deny it, and in fact even deepened it almost immediately.

• Sakura will always treat you like his friends, sometimes shouting at you for teasing him.

• He is pretty distant but will be there if you need him, and he knows it goes both ways. He never talks about his feelings, even if he trusts you with it.

• He doesn’t really have a love language, as he struggles to show affection or even accept that you’re in a relationship with him. But, sometimes he takes over his ego and tries to find some gifts for you, to help you, to do whatever he thinks could make you happy. He will also always take care of you, make sure you’re okay.

• He is VERY protective, and even if he doesn’t show it, he is jealous. He doesn’t like when the guys of his group make small talk with you, or if a customer tries to talk to you too.

• Once, a customer (who wore Fuurin’s uniform) tried to get your number. Safe to say he was dragged by his collar outside, Sakura holding his vest with his eyes staring at him.

« Don’t EVER. Try to talk to her like that again. Got it ?!. She. is. mine. »

• Since then he shows more affection towards you, holding your hand or your waist if you’re in public, just finding a way to show you are his.

• Surprisingly is often over at your place, even if he claims it’s because « the water doesn’t want to get warm » and « the plumber still didn’t come ».

• You’re the only one who manages to make him smile and laugh often, and it’s one of the most beautiful sight and feeling.

• Always shouts when you pull some pranks on him, chasing you around.

• Has the habit of always showing you tiktoks on his phone or videos that he finds funny.

• Secretely watches videos on date ideas, gift ideas, or tips on how to be a good boyfriend.

• Since being his girlfriend, you discovered he actually is very talkative, but always in an annoyed way. He grumbles to himself a lot.

• When you sleep together, he always takes much space, his arm and leg over you. Aaaand he snores. And twitches in his sleep. But when he wakes up, he HAS to get a good morning kiss.

• Sakura is overall a good boyfriend but who has no experience. He is willing to learn because he wants to keep you, the girl who makes him feel appreciated, and makes him feel like he has a purpose, like he has someone to help and care about. Because of you, he knows he’s not alone.

[wenellyb]

Eddie Diaz is a white Latino. Did people learn nothing from the Pedro Pascal discourse? And does the fandom *not* remember that episode where the funeral protestor refuses to be tended by Hen and Chim, so he asks Eddie to give him care— fully seeing he’s white— until Eddie says his last name is Diaz and his father’s Mexican, but he can channel his mother’s Swedish heritage for the man’s comfort? White people are not members of the global majority, but they do live and exist outside Western Europe and the U.S. (like Mexico).

It’s so weird how parts of the fandom are making any positive reaction to a m/m relationship in this show (that isn’t their yaoi ‘buddie’ fanfiction) into something about loving to see white men kiss. Y’all would still be getting that with canon buddie! Y’all couldn’t even support Michael and Glenn (calling them “homewreckers”). Y’all constantly ignore Hen and Karen with your complaints of “queerbaiting.” Y’all also called TK & Carlos’ (911 Lone Star) relationship “toxic” because it began with sex and because y’all fanon Carlos as some aggressive control freak. Like… c’mon!

I don’t think anyone who is supportive of Buck’s new relationship is arguing that Tommy is perfect. He’s was a fucking dick to both Hen and Chim when they joined the 118. His “delivery man” comment to Chim was wildly unacceptable. No one has forgotten this. Yet both Hen and Chim are *NOW* good friends with him…? Why? He changed. And the show shows the audience this. They show that he developed a great camaraderie with Hen and Chim. They show how he— unlike Sal and Gerrard— shifted his behavior and worldview to accept, embrace, and enjoy change.

Tommy could have been Sal. He could have been Gerrard. He had a good working relationship with both men and both men encouraged bad behavior in the 118. Yet he didn’t. He stayed on and befriended Hen and Chim (when most of the other guys still refused). Because he chose to learn and change and open himself to people’s differences (which likely also helped him come to terms with his own “differences”).

Tommy’s arc is meant to show how someone can make amends, repair relationships, and become a better person (y’know… learn, grow, and reform himself). The general audience for this show is straight and white. They *need* to see white people changing and learning to be better. They *need* to see queer people coming into themselves. These are important story lines.

Fans like Buck and Tommy together because they like Buck and Tommy together, because they like what this means for them and what might happen going forward. That’s literally it. We’re all just overjoyed by having more queer representation, including Bi representation. That’s it.

But there are a lot of “buddie” shippers in people’s inboxes hating on Buck and Tommy together for no reason other than it stands in the way of their ideal porn fantasies (“buddie”). And they’re being weirdly queerphobic about it, too.

Hi Anon!!!! So much to unpack here. I'll post this and let anyone comment their thoughts because this is an interesting conversation.

I'll start by saying that it never occurred to me that Ryan Guzman was not White, until Bucktommy became more popular and some Buddie shippers said that Bucktommy shippers were preferring the White MM pairing and I was like "Hmm.... both Buddie and Bucktommy are White MM pairings"???? Like it never even occured to me.

I'm not here to debate Ryan Guzman's ethnicity, he knows that better than us, but as you mentionned people seem to forget that there are White latinos.

I should add that Americans will maybe have a different perspective but in Europe, there is racism, and there is also xenophobia both are bad, but not the same.

If I'm talking about someone who is White and Latino being a victim of prejudice, I would never say that they're victim of racism, I would say that he's victim of xenophobia.

Believe it or not there are a lot of Europeans are xenophobic but not racist and vice versa.

With that being said, I agree with the rest of your ask..

I love 911 Lone Star and watched 911 casually but I never got the Buddie shippers, especially the ones who said they shipped Buddie as a form of activism, or because there was a lack of Queer representation (which is true) but Henren are there, TK and Carlos are right there and it's the same franchise.

They never cared about Henren, they even erased them whenever they accused the show of Queerbaiting even thought it has several Queer characters.

I remember when they started complaining that Bucktommy had more fics that Henren after one kiss.... but never said anything about Buddie having over 20 000 fics after 6 years of nothing even thought Henren was canon.

A lot of their takes are rooted in hypocrisy, it's like they're taking all the arguments that have been thrown at them and throwing them back at Bucktommy shippers without even thinking about it.

It's very important to have discussion about fandom racism, because it's a huge issue especially in the biggest fandoms but I do feel like some of them are bringing the issue in bad faith. This discussion is so important but it needs to be had with the Bucktommy fandom AND the Buddie fandom. So far the Buddie shippers only want the Bucktommy shippers to have it.

Why don't they take a look at the mirror first and ask themselves why they never cared about a Black Lesbian couple when one of them was a Main Character. Why don't they ask themselves why a ship with 2 best friends has over 20000 fics and a canon ship that is TK and Carlos only have 7000.

And why do they find the weirdest excuses to hate on Carlos (as you said), who's clearly not White and never give him the same courtesy they give their fave White chatacters.

When Buddie shippers talk about fandom racism, all I can think is: the call is coming from inside the house.

[armageddidnt]

Okay I’ve been reading a lot of discourse on the time stop theory and it does make a certain sense but there are some inconsistencies that leave me even more confused than before. Hear me out:

So here is the clock before the kiss. Seems to say around 9:25

And here is the clock directly after the Metatron returns. Now it seems to be around 9:40-9:45 ish even though only a few minutes of episode time has passed.

Also, when the Metatron returns, Aziraphale seems to be weirdly preoccupied with the clock and keeping himself directly between it and the Metatron

Neil and the entire production team have been so careful and deliberate about every little detail this season, I just cannot accept that it wasn’t intentional or just happened to be an oversight. At the same time, there doesn’t seem to be any point during the scene in which they might’ve actually stopped time to discuss something or do anything else. The only cut we get is right after Crowley walks out and before the Metatron walks in, but it doesn’t make sense for Crowley to leave and then re-enter the bookshop again to do some thing else during that cut away time. So I feel like something definitely happened here, but it’s not at all clear what it could have been. I don’t personally think it was the body swap because Crowley had already left at that point. But then why do the clock hands and Aziraphale’s behavior seem so intentional if something beyond the obvious wasn’t going on 

[it-happened-one-fic]

Loneliness - Ayato

Author Notes: This is one of those things I have weirdly powerful feelings on. I've always felt like, no matter how busy he was, Ayato would never neglect his partner. I really can't say why I have such powerful feelings and thoughts on this matter, but they are most certainly the sole inspiration of this fic. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ does this count as pining/ established relationship/ light angst with comfort

Word count: 1107

I sighed, slipping into Ayato’s office and setting down off to the side. And I felt ridiculous. 

We’d both been going about our work for most of the day as we usually did, and yet I was suddenly struck with an intense pang of loneliness. It had already been the better part of the day, and I’d only really seen him at mealtimes.

And now here I was. Behaving like a child and slipping quietly into his office to be near him without actually having the courage to tell him what was wrong.

I eased myself into a seated position in the corner of the room, doing my best not to disturb him as I busied myself with the book I’d brought with me. But my mind wasn’t truly on the words that scrolled across the page, welcoming me to pay attention to them rather than the thoughts that swirled frustratingly through my mind. Reminding me of how ridiculous this really was. 

Because here I was, a grown person, yet seemingly unable to keep myself busy without falling prey to such powerful loneliness. 

It wasn’t like I was all alone after all. Ayato was in the house, and so were Ayaka and Thoma. It was just that we were each going about our own work, just like we always did.

So why on earth did I suddenly miss him so badly?

It was utterly childish to feel this way, and I felt myself frowning at my book. Trying in vain not to make my feelings obvious. Because then I would just be bothering him.

Ayato was busy and had important work to do. He was the Yashiro Commissioner after all. His actions directly affected the country of Inazuma, and he served as an example to everyone with even an ounce of power.

And on top of that, he was also the head of the Kamisato Clan, which only increased his duties and the importance of him being able to get his work done. Me being needy would just be one more thing for him to deal with. 

In the end, I really shouldn’t have even come into his office since I could easily bother him.

“And what seems to be the matter?” I looked up, all but peeking over my book at the young man who stood in front of me. Looking down at my kneeling person with a smile.

He’d spotted me in record time and had abandoned his work in favor of checking in on me with stealthiness that made me wonder if he’d been a ninja in a past life.

 But Ayato knew perfectly well that my coming in here while he was working was an obvious sign that something was up.

I shut my book carefully, letting it rest on my lap as I looked up at him, smiling calmly as if nothing were out of the ordinary, “Nothing.”

The lie slipped out immediately, even though iI really didn’t know why I felt the strange need to lie. It was just that somehow, and for some reason, I didn’t want to tell him why I was in here. And it was silly, because even if Ayato teased me, I knew he would listen and accept my words.

He knelt in front of me, his sleeves puddling on the ground, looking calmly at me as he tilted his head in an oddly knowing fashion, “I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

I faltered at his words, realizing far too late that I never should have tried to hide something from Ayato of all people. Being perceptive was practically his job.

I still shook my head though, my smile shrinking as I looked away from him, “It’s silly.” 

Wry amusement crept into my voice as I spoke, half-confessing to my own childishness.

Out of my peripheral vision, I could see him shake his head, somehow staying patient with me despite my behavior, even though I couldn’t find it in me to be patient with myself, “If it’s bothering you, then it isn’t silly.” 

I sighed at his words, finding myself surrendering a little bit too easily to him, “I just felt lonely all of a sudden, and I missed you, so I came in here. That’s all.”

My admission was soft as I looked back towards him, but his frown was almost immediate. It was a small expression, but a genuine one. 

Ayato’s poker face usually consisted of a polite smile unless he was dealing with a particularly weighty situation where a smile simply wouldn’t do.

He held my gaze, his light purple eyes focusing solely on me as he spoke, “And… Is this a common thing?”

I felt myself smile as I shook my head, reassuring him gently, even despite the atmosphere that had gradually turned more weighty, “No. If it were, I would’ve said something.”

He nodded, but the frown remained on his face, and I knew what was causing it. It was the reason why I’d immediately started scolding myself for coming in here.

 No matter how important his work was, Ayato would always put those dear to him first. And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that number included myself.

I was still smiling, though sadly, as I continued, “I’m sorry. I knew you were busy and I didn’t want to bother you, but-”

He shook his head immediately, his tone turning more firm, “You aren’t bothering me. Your needs could never be a bother.”

His frown deepened slightly as he looked down at where he’d now taken my hands, his voice dropping so that I had to lean forward to hear his next words, “I’m only sorry that you think that could be the case.”

His head slowly lifted so that he was gazing back at me once more, “You can always come to me when something’s bothering you. No matter how inconsequential it may seem to you and no matter what I am working on.”

His grip tightened slightly on my hands as he finished, affirming what I already knew, “You will always be more important than my work, Y/n.”

I nodded, my voice coming out small. Like I couldn’t get any volume with all the emotions swirling through me at his honest, kind words, “I know, Ayato. I know…”

I smiled almost feebly at him, and he nodded, a slight smile of his own appearing on his face before he pulled me towards him and into a hug. causing me to melt slightly as I leaned against him.

To think I could feel lonely when there was a man like this by my side.

[iamnmbr3]

HI, HELLO, I HAVE A QUESTION. I really like your take on Dumbledore's view on Tom Riddle. Leaning on that post you made about him being obsessed with Tom and seeing him as a seductive femme fatale type villain - do you think Tom would've gone for that? Seducing Dumbledore, I mean. And whether or not it would've worked. We already know from the Grindelore relationship that Albus wouldn't have been taken into the "dark side" with love, but I could see him indluging it on a pretense of "I'm trying to keep an eye on him/fix him" tbh. What do you think? Also what do you think of the ship itself? Thank you, I hope you have a great day. ♡

Thank you very much for your kind words. This is an excellent and very interesting question. (For those wondering anon is referencing this post).

Personally I actually think that Tom probably would not go for that except possibly as a very last resort in a situation of great need. Tom appears to be averse to any type of physical touch in the series. As far as I recall, we only see three instances where he makes physical contact with another person - when Dumbledore solicits a handshake from him when they first meet, when Hepzibah Smith pinches his cheek, and when he touches Harry for a moment in the graveyard to show that he can. Of these instances, only one was initiated by him, and that was out of necessity. The other two were tolerated but clearly made him uncomfortable, especially in the second case.

Other than that he doesn't touch anyone. His followers kiss his robe hem, not his hand or foot. He uses magic to hurt them but never touches them. He also was likely never touched much in the orphanage, except possibly as a punishment, so it probably became something he was neither accustomed to or enjoyed. (He does seem to actively enjoy petting and holding Nagini, which is lowkey weirdly adorable.)

In the case of Hepzibah Smith he does bring flowers to keep her happy (possibly at the behest of his superiors) but otherwise does not act flirtatious at all and in fact seems desperately determined to ignore her advances and keep the conversation focused on work. If he wanted to he could've batted his eyelashes at her and flirted back to try to get information or money/gifts out of her but he actively chooses not to despite being quite poor and having much to gain. Incidentally, this is part of why I think coming across the locket was a coincidence and not a plan, since he doesn't seem to be actively trying to learn anything about what objects she has. (As an aside, given the way she feels entitled to touch him without his consent or any indication that he welcomes such behavior, I think his decision to kill her may have been over more than just the locket.)

There's also Bellatrix. She clearly would like to have a romantic relationship with him and marrying her would have materially benefited him. It would have gotten him more acceptance into the Pureblood circles he was moving in and gotten him access to her tremendous personal assets including her vaults. Note that in book 7, he stores the cup in her vault because he probably doesn't have one of his own and is presumably still #broke. However, he goes out of his way not to marry her. Because he doesn't want to. Because he would rather use up-front means to get what he wants - through compulsion or fear or force or loyalty - than by offering himself in that manner. (Given that he was extremely attractive and that he grew up in a vulnerable position in abject poverty he was probably already familiar with this as an option and actively sought to avoid it, which may have played into his avoidance in later life as well.)

So yeah, I personally think he'd avoid trying to seduce someone into something if he could. That said, I think there's probably fodder for an interesting fic if someone tweaked the circumstances or the characters just right.

As to whether it would have worked, maybe? But it probably would've made everything 1000 times worse. I don't think Dumbledore is someone who would become besotted and easy to manipulate as a result. I think if anything it would make him more dangerous. I could definitely see him doing some mental gymnastics to justify to himself why indulging would be actually very noble and selfless and all for the "greater good." But that mental gymnastics would also come with even more justifications for why this proved Tom was inherently evil and the spawn of Satan. So I don't think it would make him likely to look on Tom more favorably.

If anything, it would make him more likely to want to control and degrade and humiliate him even more than we see in canon. It would also probably make him even more fixated (if that's possible lol) on him than we see in canon. I could also see a scenario where Dumbledore potentially did some mental gymnastics to justify why pursuing Tom would be for 'his own good' / 'the greater good of society' etc. So yeah, all this could again be good fic fodder, but I don't think it would end up working out that great for Tom in the majority of circumstances.

Except perhaps in a scenario where Dumbledore ends up putting off certain plans to destroy him so he could play a more prolonged and personal game to destroy him which also would involve some type of romantic/sexual element as well (definitely purely due to necessity of course) and Tom using this to 1) take advantage of the delay and Dumbledore's own belief in his superiority to put plans of his own into motion and 2) create situations where Dumbledore ends up sacrificing his own people to keep said elaborate game going. But again I don't think Tom would prefer to use that approach, especially with someone like Dumbledore given their history. I think he'd much rather just have a clean and fair fight.

As for what I think of the ship, I think there are potentially interesting things you could do with it, but I see it as something that would end up being an extremely dark ship if we go with the canon dynamic and characterizations - more so, I think, than is the general consensus among those who ship it.

[vvmylove]

So you DO like me?

about 1.6k words, just soft bickering

After some time of contemplating, Goo decides that he should at least check on Y/N.

He goes over to her and kneels down beside her as he slowly shakes her, trying to wake her up.

"Hey, Y/N," he says as he tries to speak to her in a calming voice.

He then waits to see her reaction to him trying to wake her up.

Y/N swats his hand away, still asleep, " go away," she whines. She then shifts to face the other side, crossing her arms. She drifts back to sleep.

Goo is slightly annoyed, leaning back as he observes Y/N's sleeping face.

Seeing no use in trying to force her to wake up, he decides to lay back down beside her on the bench.

"Ugh, she's such a pain in the ass," he mutters to himself, before closing his eyes as he waits for Y/N to eventually wake up.

After a while, Y/N wakes up. She stretches onto the bench, yawning. She then sits up, not caring for her surroundings for a bit.

As her eyes adjust, she looks around. She sees Goo, sitting up, sleeping onto the bench. She scratches her head, "since when was this ass here?" She snickers to herself.

She then slaps Goo awake, "what are you doing here?"

Goo jolts awake as he's slapped by Y/N. He looks over at her and sits back up.

"Jeez, you're still so annoying, that's all I gotta say," Goo sights, his tone sounding half-annoyed and half-bored of their interactions.

He then looks over at Y/N, and notices her laughing and yawning as she wakes up.

"I thought you were leaving?" he asks Y/N.

Y/N snickers. "You're annoying," she tells him.

"I thought you were supposed to be taking care of your brother, not me" she snaps back at him, annoyed and amused by his reaction. Did he really wait for her all night?

"Yeah, I'm so annoying," Goo answers in a sarcastic and bored tone.

"You know, you're not even supposed to be sleeping outside for too long. Where the hell do you live anyways?"

Goo is trying to see if there's anything going on with Y/N, considering how tired and how easily she drifted off.

"Well I did bring him home already, I was just waiting for you to wake up," he responds to her question.

Y/N looks at him weirdly, "I thought you hated me" she sys snickering as she starts to poke him.

"I live far away, ain't no way I'm walking all that," she tells him as she looks down the horizon. She then looks up at him once again.

"Yeah, I do hate you," he answers, trying to stay straight-faced, but struggling not to crack a smile.

"Where is your home? There can't be anywhere too far in this small area."

Goo looks at Y/N and continues to observe her, with a slight smile on his face, although he tries to look annoyed and uninterested in her.

Y/N swats her hands at him, "Why do you care huh? I can walk home myself. It's just...." she sighs dramatically.

"Very far," she pouts. She then stands up to face him, thinking.

"How about I stay with you for a bit?" She asks him, giving him puppy eyes.

Goo just looks at her and smiles to himself, knowing damn well he's gonna accept her offer of staying over at his apartment.

"Fine, you can stay for a bit," he says, his tone sounding slightly annoyed, but trying to play tough.

Goo doesn't seem too hesitant on allowing her to stay over at his apartment, which might indicate that he does like her being around, or at least enjoys seeing her being annoying.

Y/N giggles, "you do care about me," she says in a sing-songy tone as she walks into his apartment. She smirks at the fact that he didn't kick her out again.

She flops onto his couch, lying lazily. She looks up at him, "don't just stand there" she giggles.

Goo looks over at Y/N, seeing her comfortably laying down on the couch.

"Where do you expect me to sit? You're taking up the whole damn couch."

He says somewhat in a joking tone, as he sits on a chair near the couch.

He looks at Y/N, who seems to be giggling at her annoying behavior.

"God, you really are the most annoying person I've met," Goo speaks to Y/N in a teasing way, while smiling to himself.

Y/N giggles as she sits up properly. She then pats the seat next to her, "come on," she giggles playfully.

"YOU'RE the annoying one," she tells him. They had always fought and bickering. Even getting into heated arguments, like last night. Somehow, she always finds herself going back to him.

Goo looks over at Y/N, who's waiting for him to sit next to her.

He then sighs and takes the cue from her, sitting down on the seat she patted for him.

"Oh, so now you're demanding that I sit next to you," he asks her, his tone sounding half-serious.

Goo doesn't seem to mind sitting down next to Y/N as he smiles at her, while also trying to stay annoyed at the same time.

"What do you want now? Why do you want me to sit next to you anyways?"

Y/N smiles as she looks up at Goo. Who knew he could be like this? He was always displaying that stupid cold attitude of his, but what changed today?

She then lays her head on his shoulder, knowing he would just push her off. Like he always does.

Y/N lays her head on his shoulder, and Goo just stays silent for a moment, his expression not changing as he just stares straight.

Goo was a bit surprised by Y/N's behavior today, as she did exactly what he thought she would. Lay her head on his shoulder, then watch him push her off and get annoyed.

But now, his expression shows that he's actually not annoyed. Y/N laying on his shoulder doesn't seem to bother him at all.

"What are you trying to do?" Goo finally responds.

"Whaaa I'm not doing anything," she says playfully. She removes her head from his shoulder and grabs his arm, she then rests her chin on his shoulder. She wanted to get a reaction out of him.

Goo starts to get a bit nervous now. Y/N is getting way too close for his comfort now, especially because she's now resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Y/N, don't push it okay?" he asks her as he tries to not sound annoyed again.

Goo is actually getting a bit bothered by how much Y/N is touching him these last few minutes.

Y/N pouts at his reaction, her lower lip pushed out. "I'm just playing," she says annoyed as she pushes herself off him.

Today he wasn't having fun. He was just annoying and she hated it. She didn't want to cause another argument so she didn't say anything else. She leans back into the chair.

Goo's expression shifts to looking annoyed again at Y/N's current reaction. He's starting to get annoyed at how she can act so childish and how much she pushes his boundaries.

He was enjoying her company while she was acting somewhat nice and calm, but that all changed when she wanted to get close to him again.

Goo stays quiet, wondering if he should say something to her. He's unsure what to say to her now, especially now that she's starting to get mad at his reaction to her. He's unsure if it's best for him to just stay quiet.

Y/N then slaps his knee, "you always do this. Why are you pushing me away?" She asks him annoyed. She was frustrated at his reaction. At every small attempt of hers to get close, he pushes her away.

Did he really not like her? Was she just that delusional?

Goo pauses for a second, not expecting to be slapped on the knee by Y/N.

He looks over at her, unsure of what to say.

"I'm pushing you away because you're annoying alright?" he says, his tone going back to trying to stay stern.

Goo is starting to feel that he made a mistake to allow Y/N to stay over at his place. He knew that he was going to deal with more annoyance now that she'll start to try and get closer to him.

Y/N looks away from him. She stops, not wanting to start another argument. Maybe she should just stop. Her efforts were for nothing.

She then stands up, looking down. "I'm leaving," she says as she turns around. It was better than to keep arguing.

"Yeah you probably should leave," Goo says, trying to seem annoyed but also not wanting to say these words in the first place.

He was unsure what he did wrong today, but he's starting to realize that having Y/N stay in his apartment wasn't the right decision. It almost felt like all of that politeness from Y/N at the beginning was just an illusion to get closer to him.

Goo is starting to consider that he's just going to have to kick her out as soon as he can find the right moment to avoid another argument occurring.

[bonny-kookoo]

I'm really curious about what happened to tongue tied mc before she was with the boys. Can we get a glimpse of her past like maybe when she was coming to the hynr building or just in general when she was in a shelter?

Obvious Warnings for angst.

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Sometimes, you think of yourself as a ghost.

No one really looks at you, no one talks to you because you can't hold a proper conversation, and so no one bothers to really try and interact with you. It's the same right now, as your caretaker leads you along with her and the new, unfamiliar people talking up front. They're talking about you- but it's like you're not even there.

"Does she need any safety measures or anything? We only have category two hybrids here, that's why I'm asking." A more older man asks, and your caretaker shakes her head.

"We initially put her at more of a category three anyways, but then in her last home things went a little wrong- you know how it goes-, so now most of her issues stem from past brain injury more or less." She clarifies, and the man nods.

"Alright so she can stay on her own?" He only wants to know, and your caretaker nods.

"Mostly." She laughs. "Its not like she can complain, so we just assume, really. But she rarely ever gets hurt; and if she does, she learns pretty quickly not to do it again." She seems to joke, and everyone laughs.

Except you. Because you don't think it's all that funny.

"Great, alright! I mean, I don't know if she can read so I didn't buy anything for her to I don't know.. occupy herself with, but I guess we might buy something in the future." The man shrugs, opening the door to a standard furnished small apartment. It looks like you; mostly white, no color, bland and lifeless.

Like a ghost.

"I mean, we can't tell either, so I'm not sure about that." The lady holding your hand explains. "Alright! You've signed everything, all is approved- I guess that's done then!" She says, almost a bit too happy, as she puts your hand and backpack into a younger woman's hands. "Now don't cause any trouble alright?" Your caretaker tells you, and only now does it really dawn on you.

You're going today. You're leaving today. You're staying here, right now.

And while no, the carecenter wasn't a great place to live, it's still familiar and comforting and somewhat home- you don't want to stay here, not today, not like this- but it's clear that it's not your choice.

Because it never is.

"No no don't cry now- keep a good hold of her alright darling? She's got a tendency to run off, and the last time she did- well, you see the results for yourself." Your former caretaker tells the young woman almost as if shes joking, before she leaves.

No amount of whining, crying or fighting against the new woman's hand is gonna help, and you know that.

But as a hybrid, you can't help your behavior, you can't help but at least try, at least somehow let the people around you know that you do not agree with this because they don't listen to anything else you do. They never listen.

Only when you're doing something bad- only then do they seem to see you.

And it shows, moments later- because as soon as you stop struggling, as soon as you accept your situation, the door to the apartment closes, electronic lock beeping to signal its now secured, all while you stand in the middle of the empty and cold apartment while rain patters against the windows. And weirdly enough, as you stand in the silent living room, no one around to look at you or notice you, you only ask yourself one thing;

Is this truly that much different from where you came from anyways?

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I was just scrolling through Instagram and the following question popped into my head:

If Bella never had those hallucinations of Edward in New Moon, would something significant have changed? Or would it just mean that she wouldn’t seek out Jacob?

Alright, let's go through this, I'm intrigued.

Bella Never Hallucinates Edward

Bella's in Port Angeles with Jessica to get Charlie off her back so he won't ship her off to Florida. They have an alright time, by which 'alright' is terrible for Jessica and Bella just hates the whole thing but is too depressed to function. They see the scary biker men, this time, Edward's not there to tell Bella not to go with the scary looking people who resemble her would have been rapists.

I imagine Bella stares at them for a weirdly long moment and Jessica, frowning, tugs Bella away and is very disturbed by the whole thing "Please don't make eye contact with them, Bella". Jessica, however, isn't as wigged out because Bella didn't actually approach them and mostly thinks Edward really fucked Bella up. She is not doing good.

"Maybe we have girl's night at home next time," Jessica reasons, seems more low key for Bella who really looks like she should be staying close to home.

"Yeah sure whatever" I imagine is Bella's reply, as she'll need something to keep Charlie from freaking out and if occasionally doing things with Jessica is it then why not.

As you note, without having hallucinated Edward, Bella has no motivation to endanger herself (first by approaching scary men, realizing this is too spicy, then saying "motorcycles, Edward would hate that"). So, Bella never gets the motorcycles and as a result never thinks of Jacob.

She never approaches him and doesn't befriend him.

I imagine what follows instead is that Bella has increasingly awkward girls nights with Jessica and Angela, and accidental dates with Mike Newton, where she tries to convince Charlie she's great. She's... awesome, but she's not actually getting better because she doesn't even have Jacob in this timeline.

I imagine she still motivates herself to search for the meadow but just gets increasingly lost in the woods without Jacob's help. She may stumble across it as she did in canon, nearly get eaten by Laurent, at which point she's saved by the wolves but even if this happens while she'd now know Victoria is after her sh edoesn't know about the wolves and Jacob isn't close enough to tell her/try to tell her as he did in canon.

Things continue, Bella doesn't jump off a cliff because she doesn't see the La Push guys doing it/isn't hallucinating Edward. As a result..

Probably, what happens, is either Victoria does eventually get to Bella and kills her or else the Volturi get involved as Victoria's building up the newborn army and, since Edward never came and told them he broke the rules, they have no reason to stall the destruction of the army and Victoria herself.

Bella never realizes there was a newborn army or how close Forks came to being wiped out by vampires.

As it is Bella... well, she'll either get better, or she'll continue to spiral into the suicidal behavior we saw in canon. My hope is that, after long enough, as in canon she begins to accept the Cullens will not return and tells Charlie/Renee "I think I need help" rather than what she did in canon (which was conclude she needs to rebound on Jacob to fix her problems).

Edward will likely eventually return, but we don't know when this will be, and when he does... if he'll content himself watching from afar or else will begin intervening in her life and scaring off boyfriends.

But the rest of the plot doesn't happen.

[yanderecrazysie]

I remember that your one post about a reader who's willing to hide a body for her psycho lover. and all i can think of now is:

desperate for love reader x yandere abandonment issues kageyama

two lonely souls who only want someone to stay by their side, and when they did find each other. lets just say its a beautiful twisted mess.

Omigosh I love it- this is so beautifully twisted relationship-wise. I feel like this oneshot turned out kind of weirdly cheesy but I wasn’t sure how else to write it.

Title: Desperation

Pairings: Kageyama Tobio x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, parental abandonment, referenced cheating (not on you), swearing, murder, reader’s kinda lowkey messed up

Summary: You’re just as desperate for love as Kageyama is for yours.

desperation

/noun/

a state of despair, typically one which results in rash or extreme behavior:

Kageyama wasn’t sure what caused his tendency to latch onto others.

Perhaps it was his mother leaving him when he was just seven years old- walking out the door, never to return. He couldn’t comprehend that fact at that age and his father was too distraught to explain it well. So maybe it started then.

Or maybe it started when his first girlfriend cheated on him. Someone he was supposed to trust stabbing him in the back could be the cause of his clinginess, right?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t help but latch onto the girl he liked at the time. When you came along, it only got worse.

He went from liking a girl to loving her, and, when it came to you, he fell headfirst into the deep end.

He was afraid to ask you out, even if he had the feeling you might accept, because you might say no. And he couldn’t stand even the thought of losing you.

He did everything he could to keep you nearby- carrying your books for you, sitting near you, eating lunch with you, walking you home… and you accepted it all with a happy smile and light flush to your cheeks.

He was glad you accepted those offers because, if you didn’t, he might just lose it.

He wasn’t happy with being “just friends”, but he was terrified of scaring you away. He’d keep on being friends for eternity if that’s what it meant.

But then, you did the unthinkable.

You said “yes” to the first guy who asked you out. You barely even knew him!

Kageyama cursed himself for not asking you out sooner, he cursed you for saying “yes”, and, most of all, he cursed that wretched bastard for daring to take you away.

It wasn’t fair that you turned your sweet smiles and blushes to anyone but him.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself when he got the guy alone.

A crime of passion, they might say. Too sweet a phrase for bashing a guy’s head in and planning to bury him on the school grounds with a rusty old shovel. 

The gym door creaked open behind him and his body went stiff. Would he have to kill an innocent person just to keep his secret? Would he even be able to catch them in time?

His heart sunk when he realized who had caught him. Of everyone in the school, why you?

You’d come looking for your boyfriend, and now you stopped dead in your tracks, blood draining from your face.

“Why?” you asked, so quietly Kageyama almost couldn’t hear you.

It was best to be honest, right?

“I love you,” he admitted, rather bluntly for a murderer, he thought. 

He didn’t deserve your love at all, not after what he just did. He didn’t deserve anyone’s love.

And yet, you smiled at him as though all of your prayers had been answered. As though you’d never been told you were loved, and maybe you hadn’t.

“I- I love you too!” You were dripping with eagerness, your voice breathless from the confession, giddy with excitement because somebody loved you enough to kill for you.

Kageyama was surprised by how genuine you sounded. You didn’t seem to be lying to him to stay alive. But he wasn’t complaining.

He decided to test your honesty a little more.

“Can you carry the shovel then? It’s hard to carry his body and the shovel at the same time.”

“Of-of course!” You said, just as breathlessly as before, “Where are we going?”

“To bury his body in the woods behind the school,” Kageyama replied bluntly, sure that this is where you would back out.

“Okay!” You said, as happily as if he’d asked you on a date. You practically skipped with the shovel and smiled the whole time you watched him bury your boyfriend’s body.

He never told me he loved me, and Kageyama did. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.

Kageyama reached a dirt-covered hand out to you and you took it immediately. A small smile spread across his face.

“Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“Yes!” you squealed happily.

It was like a dream to him, walking hand-in-hand with you back up to the school to wash up. To you, it was a dream just to be loved.

After all, it’s not like you truly cared for either of them.

[isfjmel-phleg]

A few adaptations/retellings don't get the significance of the fact that Mary has grown up unloved and for whatever reason try to soften her relationship with her parents. But many of them do grasp just how neglected she's been and highlight it, especially in light of how prickly it has made her. These versions tend to understand the root of her issues relatively easily.

But an overwhelming number of recent adaptations/retellings do not do the same for Colin. It is extremely common for these versions to give him/his equivalent a warm relationship with his now-deceased mother/equivalent. In The Humming Room, Phillip "adored [his mother] and she adored him back," and he is in the depths of depression after losing her. Callie in The Misselthwaite Archives has fond memories of her late mother and footage of the family enjoying happy times in the glade, as well as a father who, even though he's gone frequently, regularly keeps in touch with her through affectionate postcards. When Mary meets Colin in the 2020 film, he talks about his relationship with his mother, how she "loved me hugely" (painfully awkward wording), and her letters back that up. Colin in The Secret Garden on 81st Garden mourns the apparently very recent death of a loving father and, despite his anger toward Mr. Craven, is still surrounded by adults who appear to genuinely care about his wellbeing. Although Clement in The Edge of In Between was an infant when his mother died, he apparently had such a close bond with her already that he lost all color (something that happens to those who succumb to grief in this book's world) after losing her. It's been a while since I've read A Bit of Earth, but if I recall correctly, Colin in that book also knew and loved his mother before her death and struggles more with living up to (perceived?) familial expectations than feeling rejected or unloved.

And I'm not saying that these creative choices were necessarily ineffective within the stories that these authors/creators chose to tell. But it does take the character in a fundamentally different direction. Not only does it eliminate one of the deliberate parallels in his and Mary's backgrounds, but it also alters the root of the character's problems.

There are a lot of messed-up reasons for why he is the way he is, but what it ultimately comes down to is this: Colin is unloved. He has never been loved. Like Mary, he exhibits the behavior he does because he has never learned how to connect with others. It's easy to miss this about him, easy to get so caught up in what a horrid little brat he genuinely is that it might not immediately occur to the reader how loveless his existence has been--every bit as loveless as Mary's. His mother died giving birth to him, his father rejects him because of this, and his caretakers are all "tired of him" and (in one case) have even said in front of him that it would be better for him and everyone else if he died.

No wonder he has such ambivalence toward living. Dickon tells Mary once that his mother believes that unwantedness is "th' worst thing on earth for a child," that "Them as is not wanted scarce ever thrives." And that is the root of Colin's problems, the reason his expectation out of life is to die. This is more of the point than any psychological condition that we might be able to pin on the character--those things are symptoms, not causes. This is why developing strong friendships is so important to his arc, why his getting hugged (possibly for the first time in his life) by Mrs. Sowerby and telling her that he wishes she were his mother is such a poignant moment, why his arc ends with being reunited with and accepted by his father.

(Weirdly enough, an adaptation that did seem to pick up on this was the 1986 musical, in which Colin is introduced with a solo entitled "No One Needs Me." A bit too on-the-nose and self-aware for him to be able to spell out like that, perhaps, but as a summation of the problem? Spot on.)

If, as recent adaptations and retellings interpret him, he is a child who has been loved and has lost that, his behavior as Burnett depicts comes from a different place and possibly makes less sense, his whole character changes, and the themes shift. He becomes someone who needs to work through traditional grief--which in the original book is his father's arc, not his--rather than someone who needs to learn that his existence has meaning and that he can matter to other people (and they to him).

And I think that's why a lot of these reinterpretations of the character feel a bit off to me? There tends to be so much concern for remolding him in light of themes of disability or mental health (which are significant to his character! but not all that there is) that the original point of his being as much an emotionally neglected and unloved child as Mary can get lost in translation.