#didn't know i had so much to say but i also haven't vented in a while so he

[melonpond]

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[mariasont]

My Boss Won't Be Happy About This - A.H

a/n: back to bimbo brain rot!!!! inspired by the first season that one episode (you know the one) where hotch is all macho man with elle in jamaica

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you’re wrongfully arrested and hotch is not happy about it

warnings: creepy officer, inaccuracies of how law enforcement works, hotch being sexy

wc: 1.3k

"Listen I'm not the type of girl to tell someone how to do their job, but I just don't think you're doing it right."

You were speaking to an empty room, or at least, you were speaking to the mirror in front of you. It's the kind of mirror you had seen in countless interrogation scenes, the kind you usually image Hotch standing behind. You let your gaze linger, wondering if eyes are studying you from the other side, listening to your monologue.

"Well, that, and I also just don't think it's very nice." Your brand spanking new heels were tapping against the dirty floor. 

You weren't happy about that. You weren't happy about any of this. Your feet ache, but the fear of the germs lurking on the floor paralyzes any thoughts of relief by removing your shoes.

"And hey, shouldn't I get a phone call? That's a rule, I think," you mumble, lips turning downward in an unusual frown. It seems like the right time for it. "My boss is not going to take this well. I mean, he's got this look, you know? The kind that makes you want to apologize for things you didn't even do."

You conjured up his daunting expression and released a jittery laugh, all while striving to disregard the biting cold blasting from the AC vent, which seemed determine to freeze you into place. 

You were seriously out of your element, not just in surroundings but in dress--so form-fitting it left very little to the imagination. It seemed to be a good idea for a date. That was before you realized said date would be a complete disaster. Now, it felt like a trap. It had been a spectacle for a man unworthy of the effort, and as you sat in this rigid chair, you found yourself tugging at the hem every other moment, a futile attempt to preserve some semblance of modesty.

"So, when he hears about this little error... Well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be in your shoes." Six hours had passed in this dreary space, and you could feel your sanity fraying at the edges. You muttered, half to yourself, "Not that they're as cute as mine, but you get the point."

The door hinge's creak made you sit bolt upright, a silent supplication for Hotch's rescue echoing through your mind. But today, it seemed, the gods were indifferent. The officer who had arrested you stepped in.

"Having fun talking to yourself?"

You flashed your sweetest smile. "Oh, tons! But I'd have much more fun if you'd uncuff me."

He said nothing, folding his arms over his chest as he dragged his gaze up and down your body in a way that made your skin prickle in discomfort. You attempted to dispel the creeping dread, but it stubbornly lingered.

You did what you could to cover up, despite the awkward angle of your arms. "Listen, this is all just a big mistake. I work for the FBI," you insisted, though it was clear the officer's attention was fixated on your tits rather than your words. "Well, I mean, I'm an assistant for the unit chief of the BAU unit. You've heard of Aaron Hotchner, haven't you?"

The officer's mouth closed without a word, as the door was thrust open yet again, and this time, your heart leapt in recognition. Your knight in shining armor with a lethal expression.

His eyes instantly zeroed in on the officer with a look that could curdle blood, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that you weren't the object of his anger. He approached you wordlessly, his every motion precise and determined.

He carefully shed his jacket, a gesture he seldom made, and draped it across your shoulders. The fleeting caress of his hand against your skin was enough to make you lean into his touch. You let out a breath that you had been unconsciously holding back. 

You watched as Hotch turned, his voice a low, steady force, his words carefully chosen and tinged with an unsettling peace. "Officer," he began, the title spoken almost as warning. "I believe there has been a grave misunderstanding. This woman is not only an esteemed member of the FBI, but she is also under my direct supervision."

He stepped closer, encroaching on the officer's personal space. You watched, almost in slow motion, as the officer's expression morphed into one of sheer terror, his earlier confidence dissolving like sugar in hot tea.

"Six hours," he continued, his voice never rising yet somehow it took up all the space in the confined room. "Six hours of unwarranted detention, without due process. I expect her immediate release. And make no mistake, this lapse in judgment will have its ramifications."

The officer was mute, his fingers clumsily unlocking the handcuffs, his movements hurried, his hands trembling. A twinge of pity flickered within you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memory of considering the table as a makeshift blanket.

The moment the metal clicked open; you wasted no time. You flung your arms around Hotch, the pent relief and biting chill of the past few hours pouring out of you. You were desperate for warmth, specifically his warmth.

He stiffened, caught off guard by your actions. You feel the anger radiating through him, practically pulsing through his skin. As you clung to him, you felt the draft on your legs as your dress slid up, and without missing a beat Hotch's hand discreetly adjusted the fabric, all while keeping his eyes locked on the officer, a silent warning in his gaze.

Once he was certain you were decently covered, he allowed himself to draw him into his arms. One arm secured around your waist, the other weaving through your hair. You were cold. It renewed another tide of rage through his bloodstream.

With the officer's departure, the room's oppressive atmosphere lightened a touch, leaving you still latched onto your boss.

"Oh, sir, you wouldn't believe it," you started, his hands tracing up your spine and sparking a trail of goosebumps that had nothing to do with the chill. "They kept asking me about a heist, as if I'd know anything about that! And then they show me this picture, and I mean, sure, she had my hair, but that's about it."

You rambled on, and he let you, the absurdity of the situation pouring out in a stream of consciousness. Hotch's hold on you tightened. You could sense the coiled tension in him, a tempest of anger held a bay.

"And the room, it was so cold! I mean, I'm sure you can tell. My teeth were chattering, and all I could think of was how I'd rather be filing your paperwork or listening to Reid's factoids about the quantum mechanics of coffee beans."

You felt Hotch's breath on your hair as he let out a sigh. 

"I'm just glad you're here now," you whispered, finally allowing yourself to relax in his embrace.

Hotch gave a curt nod, his jaw set. He was itching to confront the officer, to unleash a tirade not meant for your ears. But he was well aware of how much you needed him right now, and that trumped everything in his book.

Hotch took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "This isn't just incompetence; it's negligence. I will have this place reevaluated for its standards, or lack thereof."

You took a step back, hands still resting on his arms, and he maintained his grip on your waist. "I bet this is the last time you'll let me go on a date without a full background check on the guy, huh, sir?"

Hotch's hold on your waist firmed just a fraction. "Maybe it's the last time I let you go on a date, period."

He was only half-joking.

"Not even with you?" You tilted your head to meet his gaze, drawing his jacket closer around you.

Hotch just simply gives you that look, the one that says a thousand words without a sound. He's telling you to tread lightly.

"Alright, I'll be good," you giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Can you take me home now, please?"

He nods, "Yeah, let's get you home."

And then he leads you out, thinking to himself that the next person to take you out will be him, but that's for him to know and you to find out later.

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[also-ennoit]

one thing i have noticed this semester is that most people don't understand my need for silence or my need to study (at the end of the day, i actually love learning in my own private space)

Im very quiet and i get overwhelmed easily and so im not gonna always be down to socialize or go out and people think that I am mad at them or i that i hate them. I also sometimes think that I have the energy bc I want to do stuff and as soon as i get there, i realize that i actually didn't want to go and then i feel bad for not being able to have fun like everyone else and so i'm still learning how to be more comfortable with setting boundaries.

i tend to end up with people who don't share the same academic goals and aren't introverted so i feel a bit concerned or even weird that some people can't just sit down or that they don't study a whole lot. some people comment on how studious i am but they don't study at all so ofc it's a big difference and bc there isn't events going on every single day, the only thing to do would be to study (at least that's how i am) bc i'd rather be productive and prepared for class and tests then to wake up super late and be on my phone all day and having to do something every single day.

i then i end up feeling exhausted and singled out by those people bc im diff and like i know that being diff is not a bad thing but it becomes really annoying when people point that out a lot and i feel like i should change to fit in better (which im tired of doing). and i know i'll "meet the right people" eventually but i've been hearing that all my life and im just so tired and frustrated that i can't relate to the lives that my siblings and friends live.

and now that im typing my thoughts out, i can see that im comparing which is ofc is not healthy and i just have to continue to find love within myself for myself and to not give up on other people and also understand that i am very mature and a lot of people are not so i think that also plays a part bc most people (as of rn) are very childish and immature and they don't understand that i just simply do not care for unnecessary things and im not gonna waste my energy on it. i also don't feel the need to verbally comment on every single thing happening in real time bc (to me) that's just unnecessary

i have never really fit into crowds, i don't share the same experiences or ways of thinking and talking, my inner life is quiet and relaxed and i dont rely on validation from others who don't don't truly understand me, i don't always understand social situations and so i think where im trying to go with this is that recently i've been shown how different i am and that's okay, people who aren't like me are not gonna understand me and that's okay, because of these differences i need to set boundaries and stick to them and that's okay because i will always practice kindness and it may be expressed in a diff way but that's okay. everyone has shit going on in their lives and the ways that they process it is gonna be diff from how i process things and that's okay

so from now on, reminding myself that being different is okay and if someone is making me feel bad about myself, then they don't need to be apart of my life and that hopefully i will find my crowd when the time is right and in the meantime i should continue to work on myself to become the woman that i want to be..... ok now im done

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not having time to read my mutual's writing?

Met a mutual on here, bonded through fanfic, have been tight with them for a few years with pretty much no bumps in the relationship, just overall had a really good time hanging around them when I could. We both write a lot and share our writing, and occasionally we talk about that writing/workshop it in passing.

In the past few years I've gone through a ton of life changes. Most notably I went from a multi-person household to a single-person one, and I've been living alone in a prohibitively costly city for a while now working 40 hour weeks and barely scraping by. As soon as the transition started I spent the last of my free income on a shitty little laptop so I could still write, putting down words on my bus/train commutes in the morning and quite literally writing on my breaks at work because I feel insane when I can't create. I bring this up to really stress that I don't have the time for the hobby, I force myself to make the time and even then it never feels like enough.

The only thing I can really stand to do with my 3 hours of free time at night is hang out with my moots online. I'm an extrovert so being around people recharges me. If I don't have designated social time I get super depressed and can pretty much feel my soul withering away. I also feel like I should probably mention that I kinda have a slew of mental issues, personality disorders and PTSD and AuDHD and the works. Point being, shit is rough my dude, but I am a person who likes to work hard and face challenges head on and even though we strugglin, we doing it with a positive outlook.

But! I am an incredibly solution-oriented person and I have found what I personally believe to be a good balance. No one should have to live like this, but I do, and I have found a way to be happy. My writing and my social time is all load-bearing. It is not something I just choose to do on a whim, it's all planned and scheduled and I adhere to those routines very strictly because, I cannot stress this enough, I will go fucking bonkers if I don't.

I'm mutuals with a lot of writers obv, and I sadly don't have time to read their work anymore, unless I get some extra time on my days off or something gets cancelled or like, I end up taking a vacation. I carry a great amount of guilt for this, though, even though I logically know it's reasonable. I try to support them where I can, cheer them on when I see them writing and tell them how cool their ideas sound, hype them up even when I can't actually read & review.

One of the things I do is sometimes I leave a kudos on fic I haven't read. I'm not trying to be ingenuine, and if they asked me I'd tell them like 'Oh I didn't read it yet, just wanted to show support!' but to me it's kinda like ripping a paper tab off a poster so that other's feel inclined to do the same. Plus my pals get a little email and a hit of serotonin.

Except one of my acquaintances, the one I mentioned at the start here, saw that I left kudos on a couple pieces another mutual of mine wrote this year. They more or less blew up my DMs with a ton of accusatory (like, literally presented like a 'GOTCHA!') stuff about how I was selective in who's fic I read, more or less implying that I secretly held some sort of grudge or negative feeling toward them and was making the conscious decision not to read or interact with their writing because of. Something, I don't actually know what they were trying to say. They also told me they vented to their friends about this MULTIPLE times, but they never once approached me to let me know they were feeling paranoid or neglected, they literally just took the most bad faith reading of it possible and then presented that to me like it was something I intentionally did, while the whole time I was unaware.

I tried to explain to them the kudos thing, that I didn't do it to every story, just ones I caught/noticed in my busy schedule. And I laid all this out and asked, multiple times, what free time am I supposed to read with? They didn't answer, and doubled down, kept trying to show me 'proof' that I was shorting them and no one else. Once they started to realize how wrong they were they backed down, but they didn't really apologize, or admit they were wrong, and they tried to end our relationship and left every single server we were in together. Because of some other unrelated stuff going on in my life, I didn't really consider them to be a close friend, but they were someone I really held dear and would've walked through hell for if they'd asked.

I still feel like there is something I'm missing here, and that's why I wanted to ask if I'm TA. I'm a pretty good communicator but one of the things I told myself when talking down my disordered thoughts (guilt about this prior) was "no one in their right mind would use reading fanfic as a metric for friendship." Now that I've had that exact thing happen, I'm starting to think maybe those thoughts weren't so disordered. Maybe this IS a big deal, and I should think about it more, but I don't even know what the solution to that would be. I just. Don't have time to read something lovingly crafted and appreciate it for what it is. All the hours in my week are used up, I'd have to lose sleep for this and with my mental health the way it is that is not an option.

Feel free to be a brutal, my skin is thick. Thanks!

What are these acronyms?

[writingforatwistedworld]

oooo ok ok ok

so what bout a platonic deuce, epel, and lilia with a gn reader that kinda talks out loud to themselves when they play?

like they say how much they want to be this character's brother, or how they bet this character would be a good parental figure, etc. or even when another character says/does something they don't like they kinda just, voice their opinion on it?

just their reaction to reader talking out loud/voicing their thoughts lmao srry if this doesn't make sense

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, description of violence, obsessive themes, religion, war (if you squint)

Deuce Spade/Epel Felmier/Lilia Vanrouge-Player voicing their thoughts whilst playing (PLATONIC!)

Deuce is a calm guy, they said. Deuce is a chill guy, they said

Well whoever they are haven't seen him when you are around, behind the screen or not

This guy is just happy that you confide in him enough that you voice your thoughts to him

Don't mention that you are just on venting-you-thoughts mode when you play… Like seriously, don't.

He is always more than happy to listen whenever you are talking.

Could be about how much you like his newest card design but could also be about what you want for dinner. Idk? I would recommend something light like banana muffins with blueberries. It's very tasty. Trust me.

If you could see through the coding he would be like “Oh really.” and “You don't say.” or “What? Really?”

What I am trying to say is that he is probably more engaged in this “conversation than most would be

If some poor NPC “interrupts” (aka not heating what he is hearing and starting to talk) he will show them how fragile the ordinary human nose is. In other words, fist meet face. Nose make crack. NPC is screaming.

But on another note, should you voice wishing to be a family member of his, say for example his sibling, he would be over the moon

He is in lalaland, imagining how he and his younger siblings would enjoy their free time together. Heck, probably taking care of some chicks

Oh, and what if you were his older sibling? Like, wow, you would be such a cool role model! You probably wouldn't be a thug like him so that makes you even… cooler (?) in his eyes

Dude over here is having such a great time imagining being your sibling he is low-key looking like he ascended

But then he starts to imagine the darker sides of life

Like how his younger sibling could be bullied in school whilst he is stuck on this island

Or even worse if you are the older one of you two, you might start dating!

I don't know if it is funny or sad that he is feeling a sensation of loss over a sibling he never had

Like bro, chill. Don't beat up that student that looks similar to the imaginary partner you just made up in your mind. They can't be held accountable for your min-OH NO DON… Didn't he want to stop with this?

Epel is literally frothing at his mouth when he hears your innermost thoughts

Now now, I know this is creepy (like wtf get yourself together man) but I promise he is totally normal (who am I kidding he looks like he has rabies) and is also a totally chill guy (is it obvious that I am lying?)

Religious indoctrination or whatnot

Imagine, you are already isolated in a village filled with religious zealots, always hearing how great that person (you) is

And then they spill everything on their mind to you

Give him a day or two and he will be back to normal… if we ignore that poor student in the corner

Like man, you noted one single time how much you liked this NPCs design and the next thing he knows he is seeing red

It's kinda like seeing your favorite family member favoring that one annoying cousin who is related to you over five corners

Has a notebook and writes everything he deems important down… which is a lot to be fair (but let the guy have his weird hobby, ok?)

But then you mention how you wish you were a family member of his and oh my god I think he is this close to breaking the fourth wall for real this time

This hits home to him

Remember how I told you about his village's eight lines higher than this one? Yeah.

There had been others his age but they were little to none and his village is in the middle of nowhere so…

But we also know how much he loves his grandma so it is a given that he would cherish you as well

Also, his god saying that they would want to be related to him. Ugh. He is honored so much that it is disgusting

But I could see this isolation and certain closeness you only get with a sibling also being not so good for you

What if you like the other villagers your age more than him? What if his girly appearance drives you away from him? (Bro u probably more dangerous with those looks than without them bc no one expects you to be able to throw hands but go on)

This leads to more and more self-doubts until he more or less bursts and just turns into someone no one wants to be around because of how aggressive he is

Thank god for the fourth wall or else you wouldn't see him like his old, not-so-destructive self anymore

Lilia is… something

His interest in you isn't purely romantic. It started out as something more like him holding onto something so he wouldn't go mad during “those days” *add fire noises and screaming in the background*

So it's more of a “I BETTER BELIEVE IN SOMETHING OR ELSE I MIGHT LOOSE MY MIND” than “Omg I am such a good follower te-he” situation

Little to no one has had access to the Overseer's thoughts and he is just randomly hearing them whilst thinking about what to make for dinner

Like Epel, he is pretty intense when it comes to you. Difference is that Epels “interest” in you stems from a place of… let's say religious views and Lilias from “those days” *fire noises and screaming in the background intensifies*

But unlike the guy who more or less shares his height and is a cotton candy version of himself concerning their hair he doesn't write down your thoughts

Oh no

This guy listens to it like he is hearing the world's greatest opera singer perform live in front of him

Thank goodness no one other than the other Diasomnia students mention your ramblings or else there would be heads flying

What? Can't a guy hope to have some special link to his deity? God, you all are so cold. Can't you even try to see his perspective? (I am joking please don't do what he does your reaction is totally valid)

But then you once mentioned how much you want to be part of his little family and whoops- there went his sanity

What if he had adopted you and Silver at the same time?

Wouldn't that be the cutest?

Sebek is almost screaming when he suddenly hears *ahem* LILIA-SAMA cooing at nothing out of nowhere

You two would be so cute growing up together and he would be the one honored to be this close to some kind of reincarnation of his God

But- but what if he was the only one knowing who you truly were? The other Faes (Malleus and Sebek being the exceptions) can't hear you so what if… what if you were also seen as some sort of weird outsider like Silver?

Don't get him wrong, the Faes have never shown hostility to his son but there was always that certain distance, Sebek and his family being one of the few accepting the young silver-haired knight as he was

Suddenly Lilia feels a certain kind of rage bubbling up to the surface like he hadn't felt in a long time

Silver… uh… you better hide that meatclea- *coughcough* I mean, legendary sword from your father

[lutewife]

Ok so request thing it can be headcannons or one shot I don't really mind and feel free to ignore this up to you!

Husk x reader where the reader works at the bar with him

gn!reader, bartender!reader, fluff, mutual pining, talkative!reader, old people in love

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, obviously. Otherwise pure fluff.

Notes: Of course I can do it, anon! You're so polite, thank you for your consideration 🫶 I didn't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so I did romantic, since I love romance and unfortunately couldn't manage to do a Valentines special :( I added a few things, like reader characterisation, cause the request was kinda short and brief, I hope it's not a problem! And since you were nice I did both headcanons and a one-shot!

You and Husk worked together at the bar for a long time.

Or should I say, you were forced to, since you both made a deal with Alastor.

Including you, Husk and Niffty in his shenanigans was a norm, cause it's not like you could say no. What's worse was he took a bit of a liking for the three of you (maybe because of sheer amusement).

At some point, you just accepted your fate and rolled with it, trying to have fun while doing so.

Unlike Husk. He was a born pessimist and being happy was not something he was especially good at. Though with you, he seemed a bit more playful and sarcastic.

Mimzy often made fun of you two, because of your very different attitudes, but also similarities, like your love for alcohol (or rather drinking away your sorrows).

Every single resident of Hazbin Hotel (Alastor's new "investment") thought you were basically made for eachother, since you were perfectly making up for each others flaws.

Husk was more of a listener and you were more of a talker. When there weren't any customers to serve, he just listened to your yapping for hours, never getting bored.

When there was a customer though, they were certainly going to have fun talking to you. It was never boring when you were around. Husk's quiet presence was needed too, especially when someone just needed to vent.

What made you different from yourself as banterders, was your way of preparing drinks.

He focused more on the taste and if the liquor was strong or light enough for the person he was serving it for and you focused more on the presentation and the way of making the drink. You always had some tricks up your sleeve and amazed everyone.

If you fucked up with your little show, though, Husk always cleaned up after you, without saying a word.

After a long day, he often poured you two a drink. You sat on the other side of the counter in silence, enjoying each others presence. You didn't even need to tell him what you wanted. At this point, he just knew.

Husk also knew that he could trust you, mutually. Not only with making a nice drink, but also in everything else.

He and you knew one another's weaknesses, secrets and past, but there was a silent understanding between you, that when something like that was said, it was never mentioned again.

Past was in the past, the present is happening now. It was something you both agreed on.

Although what you haven't admitted to eachother, was that for decades you have been hiding a massive crush on one another.

Someone once said that opposites attract. Well, it was certainly the case for you two.

At first almost everyone thought you were dating. Your feelings are so obvious.

But not for you two...

It was the time of closing again.

You were spread out on the counter and tired as fuck. Your constant tricks and talkative behaviour were sometimes exhausting you a little too much. Husk knew it, that's why he didn't really feel the need to ask. He just quietly accepted your difference and tried to cheer you up, in his own way.

As a muffled groan of tiredness escaped your lips, you suddenly felt something cold against your forehead. Groggily opening your eyes, a sight of Husk holding two glasses of pure vodka was seen.

- Good work today, kid - he just said plainly, holding out one of them to you.

You didn't know why, but the bartender really liked to call you "kid", although you weren't that much younger than him. Well, you didn't exactly mind, since it made you feel young again. You just rolled your eyes at his weirdness, smiling a little and gladly took the drink.

- Thanks, old man. What would I do without you? - you played along and Husk smirked at the hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Then he looked down at the counter with a thoughtful look. You raised your eyebrow at that.

- You're thinking of something dumb again, aren't you?

The bartender just shrugged, not seeming to care about your opinion and proceeded to lift himself up on it.

- Oh, for fucks sake, I knew it - you shook your head, pretending to be irritated and moved away to give him space.

With a grunt, he managed to sit down on it. You fought the urge to clap for his achievement. But just as he took a sip of his vodka and was about to jump down, a loud groan escaped his lips.

"Oho. It's starting." You just thought to yourself, snorting.

The, as you stated correctly before, old man laid down on the counter, still holding the vodka, seemingly in pain.

A loud "UGH!" escaped his lips and you tried to hold back your laughter.

After some time of trying not to choke on your drink, you finally asked:

- You done?

- Yeah, I'm feeling perfectly fine, thank you for fucking asking - he just stated with his usual low voice, looking at you and pretending to be hurt by your lack of worry.

Typical Husk. Always trying a little too much to cheer you up, even at his expense. It was the usual.

But the thing is, he wouldn't act like that for just anyone. You knew. Yet, you still doubted.

Was it from your natural closeness? You've worked with him for years, always having a good relationship.

You were... Friends.

He had other friends too, but he wouldn't act that... Soft and playful with them. This... Touchy.

So the question is: did he want more?

Did you want more?

You shoke off the thoughts, realising you definitely got lost in them for much longer than expected. Your lips were hurting from nibbling on the glass too much.

Husk, who was still laying on the counter, although a little closer to you at this point, seemed worried about your behaviour.

- Huh. That bad? - he asked rhetorically, partially to you and to himself.

- No, it's... I've been just thinking... - you looked away, giving him a vague answer, so not fitting for you.

Usually, you would just help him get up, still smiling and in a better mood. Both your hand and his paw in direct contact, you would feel his soft fur... Sometimes he pulled you down with him on purpose, summing it up with an unapologetic "Whoops".

Maybe you just didn't experience physical touch for too long, but it made you feel...

Just like a teenager again.

Like you were still a human child, experiencing their first crush. The butterflies in your stomach, your soft, flustered smile; it hasn't changed. Maybe you lived your life once and fucked up. But these little moments after working your ass off and then being cheered up by someone you were truly content with, it was priceless.

It is pretty corny, isn't it?

Demon feeling like they still have a heart of a human or maybe some parts of it.

Well, it was certainly strange, but it felt good.

That good, in fact, that you needed to express it.

Without a second thought you leaned down, looking Husk in the eyes. He raised his brow, the worried expression dissapearing. Maybe you would just smile and play it off like a joke, like you always did?

But you didn't.

You didn't even talk. Your actions spoke.

- What're you... - Husk felt conflicted and suspicious of your silence, but he couldn't finish his thought.

Your hand was drawn to the bartender's cheek and your lips pecked his forehead. It was quick and almost felt like nothing. There was a small chance he wouldn't even notice it.

But he did.

When it came to you, he felt everything. Even the lightest touch, the softest smile.

But just as he was about to say something, you stood up, stretching, as if nothing had happened.

- Oh my. Look at the time. We sure did outdid ourselves. Hell of an alcohol break - you snorted at your little joke and just as you were to flee, as you always did, a hand grabbed you from behind.

It was Husk, standing. Huh. So he could get up by himself afterall.

- You must be shitting me. The night is still young, kid. - his unreadable expression quickly curled up into a smile - Care for another drink?

End notes: Hope you enjoyed this lil' thingy, anon! And I hope I did it right, since I haven't been writing Husk much. Old people in love is my favourite type of romance ever, so I needed to include it somehow hahaha If you wanted something else, please request again when the requests open, I will gladly oblige! Until next time. Stay tuned!

[shanksbaby]

Admirals with an easy to anger S\O

Sakazuki

let me tell you this man has almost as much anger issues as you if not more. I don't think you can go a week without arguing. He would be angry at you for something silly and you double down because you are mad at him for being mad. It's a vicious circle, in short.

in fact your first meeting with him had ended with a screaming match. You didn't care if he was your superior but you still called him an 'asshole' (and who can blame you, Akainu isn't exactly the nicest)

every marine makes the same comment every time you see you guys together (obviously under their breath, because no one wants to make you or akainu mad, expecially the latter because he is also a very powerful man): "how those two haven't killed each other yet? "

and it's true, it's a miracle that neither of you tried to kill the other. But the truth is that even if you both are so similar that it doesn't seem like a good match, you both understand each other, precisely because of your anger issues.

you understand how much people and their incompetence make you angry, how difficult it is to manage that anger, and that desire to vent it in any way.

marines don't exactly appreciate when you guys are together because sometime both of you starts screaming at the poor marine in front of you, especially if he has shown himself to be cowardly or incompetent during his job

Borsalino

oh boy, he makes you really mad, expecially with that slow talk and how he takes life so calmly. Sometimes he makes you so angry that he starts shaking and your eye starts twitching. This is the sign that you are about to explode into a fit of rage.

Kizaru has learned to interpret your signals very well so when he watches you tremble he simply smirks and says "Seems that I am in trouble ~".

he is a bit of a tease (read: a dick) and therefore many times he tries to make you angry on purpose, for example by walking very slowly or fumbling when pronouncing a sentence, only to see you try and fail to contain that anger.

he just finds you so cute when you get angry, he can't help it! Especially because you are a dwarf in comparison with him: it's like seeing an angry chihuaha.He has to fight the urge to pet your hair every time, probably if he did it at a time when you were about to explode with anger you would cut off his hand.

when you get angry with a marine or other people, he simply observes you amused, however he is ready to intervene if the other represents a threat to you (but he knows that you can handle yourself very well on your own). He especially likes seeing you argue with Akainu, but he intervenes anyway to calm the situation because he knows what his fellow admiral is like and wouldn't forgive himself if you got hurt.

Kuzan

okay he too makes you mad, his lazy attitude makes you mad, when he was still an admiral and you saw him sleeping on the job instead of working or entrusting his work to others (let's specify: you)….You wanted to kill him immediately. instant.

and when he fought sakazuki and left you alone, simply leaving you a letter, you looked for him, found him and gave him a good beating for leaving you. In that moment, he let you do it, accepting your anger.

he doesn't enjoy seeing you angry as Borsalino and he can't understand you like Sakazuki, every time you explode into a fit of anger he always tries to calm you down.

at the beginning he did nothing but get you angry by saying phrases like "relax, it's a small thing, no need to work yourself up", fortunately Aokiji is an intelligent man and understood that this strategy was a failure quite quickly.

then he learned to know how to take you correctly (it doesn't always work but it's already something). Obviously, being a tease (again read: dick) like Borsalino , he can sometimes make jokes about your angry state, but quickly apologize fearing you might strike him.

when you get angry at other people, he always tries to stop you before you do something stupid, especially if that other person is Sakazuki or pirates like Blackbeard.

[haveateadude]

bleak horizons

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ yeah, okay. maybe you're sad.

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, self-harm, mommy issues (dw there's A LOT of fluff and cuddles and hugging and it all ends up alright) this is just talked about but it can still be triggering!!!!! pls take care of yourselves!!!!!!!! my dms are open :)

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ wasn't planning on posting this but i love validation. also, this is not like cannon ellie i guess?? i did a really bad characterization bc i used this as a vent and i just wanted comfort lmao. hope this still makes y'all feel seen or fucking something. btw this first part is really boring hehe, i wrote this when i was in a rush and in a train and i was tired and sad so i don't mind if it flops lol

i hate this so much idk why i'm posting this as my first pots. aghh. here u go ig. don't hate on me. bye.

(not proofread, sorry abt that)

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

you look so out of it

pull it together

we can love you

forever and ever

I've recently moved in with Ellie after weeks of looking for someone to move in.

I had checked other apartments, but this was the one that didn't smell like there was a corpse under my feet, hidden from the light beneath the floor and it didn't look like it was haunted by ghosts. The walls weren't chipping away, also, so that was a plus. There's no denying that getting used to living with someone else was difficult, but it was the only alternative to live away from my parents. Not to mention I had developed feelings for Ellie—she's beautiful, with those eyes and auburn hair, and her tattoos just make her look fucking badass.

After a few weeks, I settled in with her: we both have a routine, and established unspoken rules, and now it's comfortable living with her.

Tonight was a lovely night—I had already finished everything I had to do, and I didn't have an exam until next week, probably—until I got a call from my mother. I know I can't run away from this one. She always threatens to unroll me from college and take me home when I don't answer her calls. And I know she's capable of doing so.

“Hello?” I said as I went out to the kitchen, to take a glass of water.

“You know, most people say something sweet when they answer their mother.”

I roll my eyes, even if she can't see me. It was just a fucking hello.

“What happened, Mom?” I ask, not wanting to fight.

She takes a second to answer, “Well—I was looking at some resources and there are a lot near your area…”

She takes a second to answer, “Well—I was looking at some resources and there are a lot near your area…”

“Resources about what?”

“Therapy. Conversion therapy.”

It takes all of myself not to gasp, or cry. I don't know. I hear Ellie going out of her room, and walking towards the kitchen. I don't care if she's here; I haven't been caring about anything these past few days.

“Okay,” Is all you say. I don't know how to answer, or what to do. I leave the glass on the aisle with trembling hands.

“That's all you have to say?”

“I—I don't know what you want me to say.”

“‘Thank you’, maybe?” I stay quiet, I don't want to thank her, I don't want her to speak to me ever again. “You could also get therapy for, you know…”

“For what, mother?”

“The cutting. Your scars—I always thought they looked repulsive. No one is going to lov—”

I hung up before she could say anything else. I hate her. I hate my mother. I can't even believe she's a mother, let alone mine. I suddenly feel the need to hurt, and I hate to admit it, but my mother has always been right about the way they look—so I just shut my eyes and try to breathe. It always helps—deep breathing, that is. I have to remind myself that I'm clean. I've been clean for months. Maybe even a year, I lost count.

“You okay?”

Ellie's voice almost makes me flinch, already having forgotten about her. I open my eyes as she walks over to me and lays her elbows on the aisle, while I rest my back on the counter behind her.

I look at her, with a knot in my throat, “I'm fine.”

“Your mother…” She makes a pause, short enough to not make me go crazy, “Is she, like, a pain in the ass?”

I chuckle at that as I cross my arms, “Yeah.”

“If it gets too bad, you can talk to me. I don't mind. And my dad has some contacts, we can maybe scare your mother away.”

“It's okay,” I tell her with a smile. “I can manage.”

“I know,” She smiles, and I can feel my heart fluttering in my chest.

Before I say anything I regret, I go to your room with my door open—a technique I've acquired to avoid hurting myself.

I sit at my desk and look up conversion therapy first, I want to know what this is all about—I know that it's harmful to people in the community, that it leaves you screwed and fucked up. I don't like what pops up on my screen, so I close the tab and go to another one—where I search for therapy. The real one.

I went to a lot of therapy sessions, but my mother was always behind them, so I don't know if it ever was effective. I like this one a lot better. It should be helpful. It will help, I know that for a fact.

I'm having dinner with Ellie, which we normally do—today we ordered, since we were hungry and it always takes a little while to prep a meal—when I think to ask her about the topic.

“Do you know any therapy center?” I ask her. “Or the number of a therapist? Whatever.”

If she's curious, she doesn't show it. She stops chewing on her food, then looks at me; then continues to chew, and after she swallows she speaks, “Sure, I have some friends that go to the same therapist, so it's completely trustworthy, I guess. I can ask for the number.”

I wipe my mouth with the napkin on my side, “Yeah, that'd be alright.”

Ellie takes a sip from her cup and then looks at me, “You okay, though…?”

“I'm fine, just—you know, making sure everything's okay.”

She nods, “Got it—I was just asking.”

After my first therapy session, I ended up tired. My therapist—which feels weird to say out loud and even in my head—is a nice lady in her thirties who looks like a hippie.

I've realized I tend to lie a lot—I didn't talk about self-harm or my mother. Or anything else, really. Just about the movie Speak, and then almost cried when talking about the weather.

So, “Yeah, it went well,” is my answer when Ellie asks how it went, sitting in her car. She picked me up since I had taken my car to maintenance.

“Okay, then,” she says once the car engine starts. She connects her phone to Bluetooth, and we listen to music for a while. Ellie places her hand on my knee when I start bouncing my leg, which sends shivers down my spine and gives my brain something to think of that isn't any of my shit. “Do you want to go eat something?”

“Sure,” I accept. Her thumb makes little circles on my knee. I wonder if she knows what she's doing, her eyes are still fixated on the road. My heart does the flutter thing that it did a few days back again, and my core heats up.

She doesn't want you, I try to convince myself. She's your friend, she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think she'll leave.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we ordered a plate together, since we always share and the food here comes in big sizes that we wouldn't finish if we ate it separately.

When we arrive at the restaurant, we order a plate together, since we always share and the food here comes in big sizes that we won't finish if we ate it separately.

“So, how's work?” I ask when we're waiting for our food.

“It's going well, I guess.”

“You guess?”

"I just hate my boss."

I furrow my eyebrows, “do you want to talk about it?”

“It's fine, he just sucks. But well, Jesse is postulating to—you know, be a boss; that fucker.”

I chuckle, “Well, I like Jesse.” I soon realize what I said, and my cheeks go red. “Not in a, uh, romantic way or anything. You know. Fuck. He's just nice.”

“Just nice?”

“I like you better than him,” I blurt out, which only adds to my embarrassment.

Oh, oh.

I like Ellie.

Fuck, yeah. You do.

Who am I kidding, I knew I did. From the start—from the first time she looked at me, for the first time touched my hand and spoke to me; for the first time she played guitar for me and made dinner because she knew how tired I was.

Ellie is flushed. I can tell.

“Oh, do you?” She asks with a grin.

The waitress comes with our food, and leaves the plate. I look at her, she looks at me at Ellie and then leaves.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and lay my elbow on the table, with my chin propped up in my hand.

“What if I do?”

She bites her lip, looks at mine and then at the food, “The food's getting cold.”

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Did that actually happen, or was it my imagination? Holy shit. Shit! Fucking fuck.

It leaves me thinking, but my thoughts leave when I hear her laughter after I crack a joke.

We take the stairs up the apartment, and we laugh all the way up. We just laugh and laugh and laugh because she said something and now I'm almost falling to the floor from how much my stomach hurts.

“Stop,” I say when we get to our apartment door. I keep laughing because Ellie's laughing too and she can't open the door. “My stomach hurts.”

She looks at me and laughs. Idiot. I laugh, too.

“Hey!” We hear our neighbor say. “Quiet down!”

“We're sorry!” I exclaim back, as he closes his door.

Ellie giggles, “You're so fucking dumb, I'm not sorry at all.”

“Shut up,” I say.

“Oh, make me.”

And then—oh, god—and then, and then she looks at me as the curvature of my lips goes down, and then I kiss her.

I kissed her. I fucking did. Me, not her—not Ellie's brave and confident ass, but mine. The butterfly in my chest flutters harder when she kisses back. She puts both of her hands on my waist and deepens the kiss, while my hand moves from her cheeks to her neck, then finds its way to her torso.

Ellie manages to open the door without breaking the kiss, and then she shuts the door with her foot.

“We should—” I speak between kisses. “Ellie—couch.”

“Yeah, okay. Okay.”

Our tongues fight, but our souls mend and I find my way to her in every sense. 

[dabislilbaby]

Come Home

A/N: This is just a little bit of fluffy angst I was thinking about last night after watching the new episode. Aged up Deku, still in his vigilante stage.

Warnings⚠️: mention of blood and scars.

@electricnovaa @haru-x-ren @juslili

"Izu?" You called to the masked man a few feet away from you. He was quick to turn his head, emerald eyes glowing behind his disguise. He saw you, standing under the bridge to shield yourself from the pouring rain. Brows furrowed with a pained expression of worry painting your features. His eyes widened. "y/n?" He quickly rushed over to you, red sneakers splashing in the puddles of water beneath his feet. His gloved hands held onto your arms and looked you over for any damage. "What are you doing here? It's not safe. Are you hurt?" Panic in his voice.

You grabbed his face in your hands and stared into his eyes for just a few seconds. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug as the tears began to well in your eyes. He tensed, he hasn't had a moment in months where he felt it was safe to let his guard down. "I miss you, Izu." You choked out thru your tears. He sighed, his arms finally relaxing and caging you in. He held onto you tight. "I know...I'm sorry." He whispered, burying his masked face into the crook of your neck.

For a moment, the rain was the only sound that filled the space as the two of you just existed in each others arms. It was the first time in so long you'd been able to feel his warmth and you wanted to relish it for as long as you could. He broke the silence when he pulled away from you just enough to see your face, hands still on your hips just to feel you for a little longer. "You shouldn't be out here y/n. It's not safe for you to be anywhere near me I-" You interrupted him with a hand on his chest. "Come home."

There was a silent pause. You wanted so bad to read the look on his face, so you reached for his mask but he flinched. You waited, staring at the ripped, green fabric that was stained with dirt and blood. And when you reached for it again, this time he allowed you to remove it. As you peeled back the layer of his green armor, you saw the scars that littered his face, the dark circles under his eyes and the lack of life in his gaze. He was tired. Exhausted, drained, and worked to death. You cupped his face in your right hand and made him look you in the eyes. "When was the last time you slept?" He didn't answer. Mostly because he didn't want you to worry so much, but also because truthfully, he doesn't actually know the answer himself.

"Izuku please... you can't keep going like this."

"I'm fine—"

"Don't lie to me." He stopped and looked at you, eyes darting between yours trying to find his words. "I know you. You will say your fine when you are suffering." Tears rolled down your cheeks full force as you continued. "Please...don't pretend with me." He reached up and wiped away your tears with his gloved hand. He saw the pain in your eyes and it did nothing but break his heart.

"I can't come home just yet...I'm sorry y/n." Your head fell with a broken cry, more tears streaming down your face. "I haven't seen or heard from you for months." You lifted your head, meeting his eyes again with blurred vision. "No calls, no texts. Not even a note or something just to let me know you're okay. The only reason I know you're still alive is because I keep overhearing conversations about you. Most of which are from people who are terrified of you. It's like you've become this...thing that's just out of my reach. Like I know you're there, but I can't see, or feel, or speak to you." You continued to rant to him, venting all your built up emotions from the last few months. "I have been so fucking worried about you. Having no idea if i'll ever see you again or if you're bleeding out in an alley somewhere with no one to help." You sobbed, holding your head in your hands as you broke down in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, like he was holding your pieces together so you wouldn't fall apart. "I'm sorry, I know it's hard... I never meant for things to get this bad." He held you while you cried shamelessly into his warm chest, tears staining his suit but he didn't care. "These past few months have been hell without you, Izu. I need you...please just—"

"Hey, look at me." He lifted your chin gently, making you look him in the eyes. "I promise I will come home to you, okay? I just can't right now. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because I was careless. I hate every second that I'm away from you, y/n. I want nothing more than to have things back to the way they used to be." He paused and wiped your tears again. "I miss you every single day. You may not see me, but i've always been there, watching you the whole time. Making sure that you're safe." He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. "Just hold on for me a little longer, puppy. Can you do that for me?" You opened your eyes and nodded, sniffling down your tears.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you." You felt him scoop you up in his strong arms and saw the flicker of green lightning. "Now let me get you somewhere safe."

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Best Friend part 4

tw: suicide mention, infantalization, rant in da author note, general yandere shenanigans, angst

also damn ageless and minors DNI please </3

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hi guys heres another projection extravaganza becasue my paretns are not really supportive of my wish 2 have a gap year and i still gotta hustle even tho im so exhausted n tired and upset and need comfort and broken leg and feeling inadequate n everything so FAST bruh they said im SLOW cause im not in a universtiry by 18 </3/3/3//3/3/3 im tryine </3 but covid BAD and i turned 20 like fuckin last month which made me more shit

anyways enjoyyye

You haven't heard from your friend for days. He hasn't come to visit you but you knew he was working silently in the background when you received the news that your bank account wasn't in the negatives anymore and you no longer have to gouge your eyes out just to pay your student loans and medical bills. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized that you don't need to file for bankruptcy to stop yourself from plummeting further.

Are you really free from all debt, though?

You really don't know how to proceed. What do you say to your friend? What is he going to do next? What does he expect in return? How will you do your taxes on this?

Sure enough, he returned to you. Still in a foul mood, but he is much mellower and he is leaning towards the heartbroken, sad side.

He went on a sobbing rant about how he wanted you to be spoiled rotten-- how he wanted to spoil you rotten, how he very much preferred you to be arrogant and entitled from being treated like absolute royalty. You could and would get away with anything. You would be above law and beyond.

You wouldn't have to be a commoner working hard to put food on the table, everything you need and wanted would be at your fingertips; no matter how expensive, immoral or illegal it may be.

He wanted you to be ignorant of poverty, deprivation and anything bad about reality. At least, you would be in bliss.

But now, you're hurt all over. Ruined and broken, tainted by the suffering of life. And, it was all his fault.

Your friend stroked your dry, sandpaper-like hands tenderly, morosely. It was such a shame, such a tragic fate you had. He promised you will never ever have to lift anything heavier than a champagne glass or handle anything rougher than silk. You will be pampered and have everything done for you to the point where you don't even need to think your own thoughts.

Drowsy from all the painkillers you had, your friend ran his fingers through your hair to tidy them. You didn't reject him as it felt nice, comforting, even.

He expressed a gentle, teary smile, cupping your cheeks with his soft, smooth and manicured hands. What a stark difference between his hands now and four years ago, you thought to yourself as he massaged parts of your face to stimulate blood flow and collagen formation.

I'll be back by seven. He whispered as he wiped the sleep from your eyes with his thumbs. It's now four in the afternoon, his phone is ringing incessantly and he lets it ring.

He eventually picked the call up while having a hand to pet your hair. You heard him confirm that he is going to a meeting of some sort, he informed the caller that he is going to be late. As he talks on, he leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead. A silent goodbye before he goes away.

He continues on talking over the phone, leaving the room without sparing another glance at you.

You watched him shut the door behind him and heard quick footsteps getting softer and softer.

You took the time to reflect on what had happened, it was hard to grasp that he wanted you to be... a leech? And, perhaps it was the painkillers dulling your comprehension skills but, what you took away from his venting was: his has a weird obsession with the appearance of your hands. Or with hands, in general.

Too tired to deal with it, you closed your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep.

You woke up, feeling transported into the past when your nose picked up on the familiar aroma of your friend's cooking. It reminded you of your adolescence, your teenagehood and the brief time he stayed in this house.

You rubbed your eyes and saw your friend setting up a wooden bed tray on your lap. It was propped up by its foldable legs.

You were presented with the dish you missed the most, the dish he cooked for you frequently in the past and the dish that made you regress to your teenage self. It was comfort in a bowl, it was a reminder that you had very little things to worry about when you were with him. He would always take care of everything for you.

You tried replicating this dish many times. You followed the recipe to a "T" but you could never get it right, no one ever did except your friend.

He tidied your hair and tucked some stray strands behind your ear. You were given the option to feed yourself or to have him spoonfeed you.

He didn't pressure you into choosing the latter when you picked up the spoon. But he did remind you that the offer still stands.

The room was devoid of sound, save for the white noise coming from your air conditioner and the non-stop buzzing from his phone. Your friend absentmindedly fidget with his golden promise ring as he stared blankly at your leg casts, you couldn't understand how he has the will to ignore all those notifications.

He wondered where your ring was. He did have a hunch that you pawned it off in desperation. But he didn't want to confirm it with you as it might just break his heart even more.

He has nothing else to say and so did you. Your friend found solace in your presence while you only found awkwardness. Unnerved, even.

Your friend was the first to spoke up. He earnestly apologized for his unhinged previous behaviors, all he actually wanted was you to be happy and at ease. He doesn't truly want to take your autonomy away from you, he doesn't want to treat you like a toddler who knows nothing about the world around them. He just found it necessary to bind you for a while, to stop you from hurting yourself further.

Your friend assured that he won't stop you from pursuing whatever you want. It is your life after all.

He is just there to prevent you from being unhappy from failing too many times. At least, to the best of his abilities. He is a strong believer that some "failures" are required to elevate happiness. For example, it would feel extremely rewarding if you finally won a competition despite relentlessly competing against the best contestants the world has to offer.

If you want to attain other qualifications such as a PhD of your choice, or even an entire field change, he will bear all the costs. He will provide all the resources you need and more, you won't need to worry about money, chores or food. He will be supporting you from the shadows.

He made sure that you knew there would be absolutely no pressure for you to excel or to even complete your course. If you think it's not worth the stress, you can just drop out anytime, money is not a problem at all. Take as long as you want, try again as many times as you can take. Your friend would only encourage you to do something if it truly makes you feel fulfilled, happy and content with your life.

You asked about starting a business of your own. His interest piqued and he found himself gleefully motivating you to do so; under the condition that the capital and any connections you need to get it up and running comes from him.

You get to keep whatever profit you make and You would have full control over your business, the vision and mission is yours to play with. He will give you a tutorial based on his experience and tells you what to look out for, he will perhaps give you some advice or warnings here and there, but it is ultimately up to you to heed it.

He will watch you carelessly mess around with a proud smile on his face. You can choose to make your own connections in the industry, you can choose to hire your own people, you can do all the research yourself, you can choose how you want to get the word out there or...

You could simply just simply let him and his highly talented, highly skilled, highly experienced teams handle it while you take all the credit as a self-made entrepreneur.

He won't interject with unwanted help, unsolicited comments or extra funds if you don't want him to. It's all up to your whims and desires. It's just a silly, fun, little game for you to feel joy and self actualization. But if he deems that you're hurting yourself, mentally and/or physically, he is shutting it all down.

No, he won't shame or berate you if your business wasn't successful. He wouldn't allow you to cast blame onto yourself. No, nothing was wasted. Don't you dare think of yourself and your efforts that way. There is no such thing as losses when it comes to you, he is too generous for his own good. You gained some experience, you had fun and you learnt a lot... and that's all that really matters to him. You could fall and choose to either get back up yourself (under his vigilant supervision), or let him pick you up. Would you like to try again?

What if, you don't want to do anything with your business anymore? Well, there are many options for you to choose from. You could simply just shut it down with no repercussions. You don't need to be involved in the headache of liquidating your company's assets or dealing with the law if you don't want to. Hm? Oh, don't worry about all the people who are going to lose their jobs. They'll find new ones eventually. Your friend could take them under his wing if you want him to.

You could just dump it on his lap to manage it while you do other things that you're interested in. However, he is absolutely not changing anything or implementing any new policies to save it from collapsing in on itself unless you ask him to. It doesn't matter if it's costing him millions of dollars in losses, it doesn't matter if it's a liability to him. It's your project and he has no right to interfere without your permission, who is he to touch it when "you" were the one who originally gave it life? He will keep injecting money in without getting anything in return, he will gladly keep a living corpse of an enterprise, a financial parasite, stuck to his name and company.

You could sell it. Even if no one wanted to buy it, your friend would. And again, you can choose to control it although it's under his name, or let him transform it into something actually profitable-- basically give up charge over your business. But, you get to take the authority back whenever you want, please don't worry about the legalities or moralities. This is your world and everyone is just living in it, including himself.

On the other side of the coin, where if your business is raking in massive profits, you would receive praises every minute from him and the people around you. You would be celebrated and worshipped by everyone. He will make sure of it.

I may know many things about the world of trading but not all. Not even close. I might need to learn a thing or two from you. He chuckled, propping his head with a hand.

You asked if you can truly keep all the profits to yourself.

Yes and no. He answered. You don't have to pay him back or give him dividends even though he is a major, active investor. But, if you ever decide to put your business out there for strangers to buy stocks, you have no choice but to give them their share of profits. He would reimburse them if you want him to.

Then you asked him, what if you were to have no aspirations, no goals and no direction to head to? Becoming a complete NEET for the rest of your life? And a degenerate one to top it off? Only hiding yourself in your bedroom, living off junk, hissing at sunlight and consuming more than you create. Be it in terms of food or creative medias.

He frowned. He believes every human needs a goal to work towards to, in order to make their lives feel worthwhile, enriched and enjoyable. A goal is a goal, no matter how small or ridiculous. Yes, he would fund your NEET lifestyle only if you have at least three hobbies that:

Does not actively cause bodily harm,

Does not cause mental, self-esteem deterioration,

Does not cause you to be numb,

Gives you true satisfaction about yourself; I.e., a hobby that is challenging but achievable, something that gives you healthy agency,

Absolute complacency is the devil in his eyes. He isn't going to let you fall into that pit of consumerism hell, he knows it is a slippery slope to despair, pessimistic nihilism and suicidal ideation. If you can't find a hobby yourself, he is going to find something that keeps the cogs turning. But just enough, he is never going to overwhelm or overkill it.

You gave yourself a minute or two to think. You then summed it up to being: Your friend sees his money and status as a shiny toy for you to play with, however or whenever you want. As long as you're not harming yourself with it. Strange how he contradicts himself when it comes to the topic of doing nothing in life. Nonetheless, you're glad that he would let you think for yourself.

What's the catch? You mumbled, he hummed and tilted his head towards you as he didn't hear what you said.

What do you want in return? You don't buy the fact that he's completely selfless and so fucking charitable.

He is. But only for you.

Your hand in marriage. He replied, promptly and bluntly. No bullshit this time, no more flowery language about how he wanted you to be happy and healthy. He would give all of that in return for you to be his and for him to be yours.

What if I say no? You continued. He stared at you in shock and a bit of hurt momentarily before expressing an incredulous laugh.

You don't get to say no. Not this time. He smiled, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching downward. There was a bit of an angry growl to his voice, which sent chills down your spine. Regardless, you pressed on, asking what he meant by that.

I mean what I say. You decided not to press further after he said his ominous piece.

He continued on with a lighter note, cheerfully asking you when you want the wedding to be, how you want the wedding to be and who do you want to come. He gave you a period of two years to think it through, if you haven't come up with anything satisfactory or anything at all by then, he will proceed with his own plans. Your friend seems to have a Laissez-faire approach to most things, you wonder if that was the secret to his company's rapid and massive growth.

He paused mid sentence when he realized that you have finished your meal a while ago. He asked if you wanted seconds or if you wanted a chocolate bar for dessert.

You said you lost your appetite.

[buddiebeginz]

Just to be clear since I ranted a lot after last nights ep. I love Eddie I'll always love him he's one of my fav characters. But loving a character doesn't mean you have to excuse everything they do.

Kim showing up at the house dressed as Shannon was in large part on Kim. She didn't tell Eddie she was going to do that nor even ask to come over. I also get that in the state of mind Edde's been in lately and the fact that he wasn't expecting to see what was ostensibly Shannon on his doorstep he really didn't know what to do let alone kick her out or something.

Still Kim wouldn't have even known where Eddie lived had he not been cheating with her and not taken her to his house in the first place. I've seen a lot of people say Chris seeing Kim was all on Kim and it's not Eddie's fault but for me some of the blame does fall onto Eddie for the actions he took that led up to that.

I'm not saying that Eddie is a bad person or that I don't see he's in a bad place mentally. I just haven't liked some of the choices he's made this season. I also don't think Eddie ever intentionally wanted to hurt Chris. I know he'd never want to do that and it's going to hurt him greatly knowing he has.

Also I talked in my post about how I thought Buck should have been angry during the kitchen scene. This was just my first reaction after watching the ep. When I rewatched that scene I was glad Buck was as loving and gentle with Eddie as he was. It was clearly what Eddie needed in that moment because it was what motivated him to come clean to Kim about Shannon.

I guess I also get tired of the show never allowing the characters to deal with the consequences of their actions. We just saw this in 704 after Buck hurt Eddie (and I don't think he truly meant to) but I still think we needed to see them talk about what happened on the court. We've seen similar things like when Chim and Buck fought they never talked about it. Or when Buck cheated on Taylor, she just forgave him and stayed. I think sometimes it's harder to see the growth of a character if you don't get to see them dealing with their mistakes.

I'm also angry about this on Chris' behalf especially since we just saw Chris talking about his mom in 701. So part of me does want to see Buck getting angry at Eddie for the role he played in what happened. And for as much as the fandom talks about how Buck is like Chris' other dad it would make sense for Buck to be upset that his son was hurt.

At the end of the day though I love my Buddie family and I do want to see Buck being there for Eddie and Chris like I know he will be eventually after whatever craziness happens in the finale.

Also me talking about Eddie facing consequences for his part in this does not mean I was trying to insinuate that he's an unfit father or that Chris should be removed or anything like that. Like I said I don't think Eddie would ever want to do anything to intentionally hurt Chris. The best case scenario would actually be for Buck to come and stay with Eddie and Chris but given that Ryan said Eddie is going to be isolated I don't think we're going to see that. I'm not sure what's going to happen with Eddie's parent's coming to visit but Chris is way better off with Eddie than he'd ever be with his grandparents.

Anyway I just wanted to put this out there because I feel like my rant from last night came off the wrong way because I was venting about the ep. Even if I disagree with some of Eddie's choices I will still always defend Eddie and Buck and Buddie and I'm never closing on any of them.

[vinziel]

Accepting Unacceptable Truths

John Dory x Male Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A/N: Poppy and Floyd will have the same color except Floyd's will be italic

You, Poppy, and Branch, walked all the way to Mount Rageous. Once there you two saw Floyd in a diamond perfume case, you weren't sure what it was called Branch then said "Floyd? It's me" Floyd replied "Branch? Is it really you?" "Yes Floyd it's me" Branch replies, Floyd then said "You've really grown into that vest, you're a man now" Branch says "Finally someone who understands me!" This really was a heartfelt moment for the two of them. It's been 20 years, and he missed his brother. "Ahem? What about me?" You interject, in a playful tone rather than an offended one. "Well I'm glad someone ELSE understands me" Branch says, you chuckle and give Branch a hug

Floyd then says "You guys need to get out of here. The letter, it's a trap by Velvet and Vaneer, this is a trap" Floyd concerned about his brother "I'm not leaving without you" Branch says, determined to save his brother "Yeah we're here to save you" You and Poppy add, then suddenly the door flow open, it was Velvet and Vaneer, you all went to the nearby vent to hide, Velvet was talking about being a genius, then all 3 of you saw, they captured the other BroZone brothers, with Rhonda "John!" You say, you almost jumped out of the vent if it weren't for Branch and Poppy stopping you.

You three went to the closet where the superstars placed Rhonda. Driving to the runway, all of you confronted the superstars about. Nothing came out of it as they started to perform on a car, while you 3 were chasing them. Suddenly Viva, along with Bridgette and Gristle came to help. Bridgette then threw Rhonda to the boat where the Superstars were performing. Cheering all of you on. You immediately went to Vaneer, trying to save John, you may haven't noticed but John was looking at you, with a soft smile. You distracted Vaneer enough that Viva could get Bruce and John with her rubber arms or whatever they're called, you didn't really know.

Bruce and John rolled themselves to Velvet and knocked her down, but sadly only Clay was saved, as they went to the top of the boat, with Velvet only having Floyd, who was almost dead and out of talent. Then their microphones turned off. Thanks to Crimp. Branch then started to sing, along with his brothers. Poppy and Viva joined as well. You were a bit reluctant to join in but Branch pulled you and made you sing with them. You chuckled softly as you sang with them. Unlocking the perfect family Harmony. Destroying the diamond cases and saving Floyd, except Floyd was still clear. As the brothers surrounded him, he was almost gone, but thankfully he became his normal color, but still had some clear spots. As the superstars get arrested. Branch and Poppy shared a kiss.

You then pulled John close to you with his jacket, you were blushing "You know. I'm still mad at you, furious even....but I can't lie if I say I haven't been looking forward to this" You say before smashing your lips against John, which he surprisingly reciprocated. You cup his cheeks as you both kiss, as he wraps his hands on the back of your head "I've missed you...John" You say softly hugging him, he replies "I've missed you too...does this mean we're together again?" "I mean when you left, you didn't properly break up with me. That means we've still been together this whole time" You reply, John chuckles smiling "I'm glad" You both share a hug. Maybe life won't be so bad after this. Sure there's still a lot of wounds to be repaired but that takes time and we have all the time in the world.

A/N: AAAAAND that's a wrap. The last and final part will just be an epilogue, yk that tells us what happened after. So stay tune. Also sorry for the late chapter, life's been eventful this week. And sorry if this chapter didn't have much dialogue. I kinda got lazy.

[prognosis-undiagnosable]

TW: Vent

Love my friend but she is so shit at giving advice through text.

This it why I should just stick to the status quo, stay in my lane. Tumblr vent post just satiate that screaming need... well and also a blasting music jam session but ye

Fuck my roommates they all suck. They have a guest that stayed the night stole my soap dispenser and put it on their side. (There's 2 sinks.) But they used our sink. Like WHAT? Not to mention the passive aggressive bullshit of over sending information already given. Like we were so chill about it. Like hey maybe don't bring a stranger into the apartment to stay the night WITHOUT TELLING US. BUT NOOOOO THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR THEM.

Now they passive aggressive text in the group chat like this gem

"Once again, my friend is staying over tonight she is sleeping in the living room"

Like am I crazy or saying "Once again" is passive aggressive.

I feel like I'm going insane.

They had to have told them that which is our sink. There's no way they didn't.

I feel like I'm going insane. It's proper roommate etiquette to assume that if THEY have someone over they are going to be using THeir stuff on their side. Am I crazy for that?

Bro, I haven't even stepped outside at any time the guest has been here, but them sending that "once again" text in the middle of them already being here? Like both of them know that I don't ever really leave the apartment and my fucken lights are on in my room tonight so am I crazy for thinking the "once again" message was a pointed intentional passive aggressive diss?

Whatever I don't care anymore. I hope they get chemical burns /irritated skin from using the rigged soap dispenser because WE HAD TO HIDE OUR OTHER SOAP DISPENSER because they wouldn't stop using ours even after telling them politely to use their own and use their own sink. LIKE BRO IT'S NOT THAT FUCKEN HARD

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for being part of the end of my friends' relationship and then refusing to take sides?

so i travel often for work. i live in the city my company is based out of, and the other two cities we operate out of are currently a little understaffed so people from my city will often go and spend a week or two working elsewhere to make up the gaps while we hire.

i was recently asked to spend a week away, along with a few coworkers i'm friends with. it was me (25f), this guy N (24m), and this girl J (24f). N was dating another coworker based out of the city we were visiting for the week, L (26f), who i'm friends with. i'm also really good friends with another coworker in that city, C (23f), who had never met N before but was also friends with L and therefore knew of him. a big group of us wound up going out for supper and drinks on our first night in town, since we weren't expected to work until late afternoon the next day. L was invited but chose not to go, as she was exhausted, and C was invited and she came.

as the night wound down, it was just me, N, J, and C hanging out in my hotel room. earlier in the night, N and C had made a bet about who could punch harder (we were all PRETTY drunk), and it came up again and they started play fighting and wrestling once it was only the four of us. i was talking to J and not super paying attention, but when next we looked over, N and C were curled up on one of the beds, very very close and cozy. they were both asleep. obviously J and i were uncomfortable with this and after a short discussion, woke them up and separated them. while C was in the bathroom, we told N that what had happened was inappropriate and hurtful to his girlfriend, and he immediately seemed to realize this and messaged her right away to say what happened, and received no answer as it was really late. i encouraged him to tell L that i was there and had seen what happened so i could help explain - it was a shitty and awkward thing to do, but considering the circumstances, i figured she would be really pissed at him for a while but they'd be able to talk about it and set boundaries for the future. this is not what she chose to do.

L messaged me first thing in the morning and i explained what had happened, and before we were off the phone and before she had spoken to EITHER N or C, she had decided that she no longer wanted to talk to or see either of them. she planned to speak with each of them once to inform them of her decision and that would be that. she was pissed and i fully get that and empathize, but the reaction seemed a little extreme.

both C and N were really devastated. i felt really rotten about the whole thing, but at the end of the day i would've wanted to know if my partner was behaving like that with one of my friends, and J and i agreed that L had to be told. and when L and i spoke she explicitly said she expected and was okay with me remaining friends with C, which I am. i think C behaved stupidly but not maliciously.

i messaged L a number of times in the days following, to check in and see how she was. she wasn't super responsive but she was busy, so i didn't think much of it. and then she heard that i had seen C and was suddenly blowing up my inbox looking to vent about C's behaviour and asking if she seemed remorseful and stuff.

i don't want to lose either C or L as friends, but i feel like despite what she said, L really thinks i should drop C as a friend and seems really annoyed that i haven't. when i saw C she was upset but we mostly just didn't talk about what happened. since i've now gone home, i won't have any opportunities to see L or C anytime soon.

tldr: i was witness to inappropriate behaviour between a friend and another friend's partner, which i then told the partner about. she says she's okay with me staying friends with the other girl but her behaviour indicates differently.

so, aita for getting involved in this and then refusing to cut either party off?

[ghosty-writer]

𝔗𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

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The day that Lucifer met Aurora he met her a few times as a white snake that he had been disguising himself as as she talks to him. But one day he was with Lilith she asked him if he wanted to meet around. He happily said yes as he was a bit afraid because she only saw him in his snake not in his regular self. But he was happy that he would get to meet her as his Wings spread out as he was happy. Lilith only laughs at his happiness as she starts to adore him.

But Lilith herself noticed that Aroura was always alone even if she was with Adam. She was the kindest person she ever met but lately, she just seems down. When she mentioned Lucifer she saw the smile but her eyes were different she knew that she was happy for her but her eyes gave a bit of sadness even if she tried her best to hide it. So this will be a good opportunity for her a Lucifer to meet and be friends.

Lately, she has noticed her feelings towards Lucifer and it keeps growing and she knows that Lucifer feels the same about her. She knows that Adam was made for her and she was made for him but it's not working as Adam is cocky and thinks that he is the man of everything as he tries to control everything the best he could.

"You know Lucifer she's not that bad plus she doesn't act like he'd brother" Lilith got closer to him as she had her hand on his chest.

Lucifer noticed this and smirked as he felt pride in himself as she got closer to him.

"And I think you be a good help for her as you and her have the same interest in some things," she said as she looked him in the eye and smiled.

" well I have to go the sun is going down and have to make sure that Aurora and Adam haven't killed each other," she said as she kissed him near his lips as she moved always.

"You sure you can't stay a little longer," Lucifer says as she grabs her hand pulled her closer to him.

"Oh Lucifer I wish I could but I know if I stay I won't go back," she said as she looked at him.

"But I'm serious about them killing each other They may be twins, but they sure argue a lot and be surprised they both have a little anger problem," she said as he sighed he knew that she was right as he noticed Aurora's little flare up when something doesn't go right and the bonus was her cursing which he never thought that he ever hear her say but he has to remember that she is Adam sister.

"Finee" he let go of her as he saw her walk away from him now alone. He had always hated being alone ever since he was first made with his brother, even if they were born on different days or years. He was a twin so he wasn't alone.

This also causes him to feel pity for Aurora, despite her having a twin, making him take responsibility for her loneliness and be her friend.

~

A few days passed Lucifer had been busy in Haven but this day he was anxious he was finally gonna formally meet Aurora in person. He had been so worried about her not liking him off the bat like how he met Adam before without Lilith with him and that didn't end up well when she came now to this day they both dislike each other.

now Lucifer was waiting for Lilith to come with Aurora as he sat on an apple tree. he has so much in his mind and more ideas lately he had been thinking that humans should have free will to do anything but before he could think any further Lilith called his name.

"Lucifer" she called his name and with her was Aurora he looked around wondering where this Lucifer person that Lilith wanted her to meet was.  at this moment the name did sound familiar she thought about. It took a while but now she remembered that Adam mentioned the name in one of his vents where she was half listening.

Before she was going to say something a person with wings was right in front of her he had blonde hair and gold eyes and his skin was pale but his height towered her as she was around the hight of 5'5 and he was around 6'0 feet and Lilith was the hight of 5'10  taller than her.

"MY my my what do we get here Lilith," he said while Lilith giggled as he grabbed Aurora's hands and kissed them but she tilted her head on why he kissed her hands. Lilith looked at Aurora she saw her  confused face and she could see why she never really had any interactions  with men other than  Adam

"I'm Lucifer it's a pleasure to meet you," he said as he still had her hands.

"ahh I'm A..Aurora" she stuttered as she introduced she pulled her hands back to herself even though she felt confused but she felt flustered but she didn't understand why she felt that way.

"I had so much about you from Lilith," he said with excitement

"I hope good thing," she said as she crossed her arms and looked at Lilith with a knowing smile But all she saw was Lilith giggle and this made her happy.

"you know I never seen one of your people up front but I had seen them around" she explained as she looked at his wings fascinated about them.  him around and Litith sat under a tree that near them.

"of yeah I remember you telling me you that time. you kind of got sad because you saw them and flew always before you say anything to them" Lilith said as Lucifer knew why they left. normally he wasn't even supposed to be here talking to them as they were the first human and was supposed to look after them.

"Lilith you didn't have to bring that up" Aurora whined as Lilith and Lucifer laughed.

"Well Normally angels we not really supposed to be talking to you but mostly watch over you but where's the fun in that" Lucifer explained

"Ohh that's why some of them fly away when I notice them," she said with acknowledgment. But for some reason, she knew that he was going to be her best friend.

And with that Lucifer was glad that he met Aurora through the conversation they both laughed and made jokes which made Lilith laugh so much that her stomach hurt.

Lilith was glad that Aurora was happier she felt like she made the right move letting her meet Lucifer.

As the time went faster the three of them didn't know that the sun was going down until Aurora noticed.

"Lilith I think we should go before Adam starts looking for me," she said as she and Lilith got up while Lucifer shook his head in agreement"

"Well I'm glad that we met Lucifer," she said while hugging Lilith as she smiled.

"It's not a problem I'm glad I met someone new who has wonderful ideas but I should take my leave too," Lucifer said with excitement as he watched her and Lilith leave as he flew.

Now that he made Aroura laugh and smile and became a friend to her he was now committed

on the bus idea of being the one to make her smile.

But can it last?

Note{ I know i haven't posted in while but I'm be post as much as i can. Also made Lucifer taller.}