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[l1linya]

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[suiana]

yandere general x traitor reader

"..why?"

"how could you expect me to love an empire who took everything away from me? even moreso the guy who made my life a living hell?"

being the sole survivor of a fallen kingdom was a hard thing to accept, especially when you had been forced to become a slave to the monstrous empire who did this to you. you, a member of a royal family had been forced to become a slave in a matter of five days.

it was shocking at first. in fact, you refused to accept it. you still believed that your family was alive, that you were a cheerful and happy royal member of a prosperous little kingdom. yet the constant beatings, insults and mockery from the victor empire dragged you out of that delusion.

the embarrassment, shame, and guilt you had to bare was insulting. to think that a royal member would be reduced to such a status of cleaning horse shit... death would've been a much better option.

he should've killed you. he really should've. why did he even spare you? it made no sense at all. because why would a war general, known for being heartless and cruel, even spare a member of the royal family they were sent to kill?

the emperor wouldn't even question it! just accepted the general's actions and went along his merry way! fuck, you were honestly looking forward to getting beheaded at the possibility of getting killed off... but the general just had to be so trustworthy that the emperor would allow him to do as he pleases. and the fact that he was from a powerful duchy didn't help either.

and so, you had to clean up shit for a while, sleeping in rags and getting beaten up by people of the opposing nation. it was humiliating. you had considered ending yourself on multiple occasions, yet the cautious eyes of the general you had been forced to work for prevented you from doing so.

whenever you tried something dangerous, he'd always be there to stop you. it was as if he were watching you, carefully monitoring you like a specimen. worse of all! he didn't beat you up or berate you for attempting suicide! he did the exact opposite! gently tending to your wounds, kissing your forehead while washing your now frail body... he treated you more like a lover than a slave.

initially, you were confused by his caring actions. didn't he spare you just so he could torment you? but when you observed how his eyes would soften, how you had preferential treatment, you couldn't help but feel the need to use him.

he did whatever you wanted him to. getting rid of those who bullied you, giving you the status of a servant rather than a slave, money, information. he gave you everything you asked for. all he asked in return was your love. but how could you give it to him when he was the one who changed your life for good? luckily you were an amazing actor.

you played him like a fool, dancing around him like this were all but a silly show for your entertainment. and it truly was. for you were secretly gathering a rebellion against him and the empire. thankfully the empire had lots of enemies, so many were willing to join you. it took lots of effort and patience but you had finally done it. and now it was time for the final act to begin.

fire, murder, death. the plan was simple enough. give the empire what it deserved. you had to attribute majority of your success to the general, really. for if it weren't for his foolishness this plan would've never worked out. I mean, who would in their right mind fall for the one who ruined their life? the general had too much of a fantasy that you'd willingly accept him. so much so that it was a little pathetic.

the night hadn't gone as smoothly as you wanted it to be but nonetheless, the main goal was accomplished. murder the royal family and tear down the empire. sure, it was cruel. but they had it coming for them. after all this was the kingdom who did as they wished. starting wars for no reason, invading lands that did not belong to them... this was merely retribution.

you laughed heartily, staring at the destruction around you as you prepared to leave. yet, one person stood in your path. the general who wanted nothing but your love.

tear stricken and heartbroken he stared at you like you had committed the worst crime. but you couldn't really care. you tried getting your horse to speed away from him. however, he wasn't the most feared general for nothing. within a few seconds the positions were reversed and he had the high ground.

you laid on the cobblestone streets, his sword beside your neck as he cried silently while the empire burnt to ashes. no! you couldn't fail! not when everything had gone smoothly! you tried squirming away only for him to stop you by caging your body in between his body. his sword had been discarded and he had resorted to using his body to keep you with him.

and you couldn't stop him. not when he was twice your size with strength rivaling a god's.

"I... I am very disappointed."

you rolled your eyes at his sentence. however, you remained completely still in his arms as he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck. whatever, you'll just run away when he stands up and things will be all back to plan. you just have to deal with his antics for a little while longer.

"I never thought you would act out. not when we were so in love. I guess... I'll just have to teach you."

you sighed. what was he onto now? he had lost his duchy, his empire and-

"let's die together, shall we?"

he smiles at you, tears completely dry as he brings a small dagger up to your cheek. your heartbeat started to race, eyes widened as you shook your head in fear. wait was he serious?!

"don't worry darling. I'll kill myself after I kill you. then we'll be together for all eternity..."

he continues smiling as the sharp dagger caresses your neck, threatening to draw blood.

"I love you so much, my dear. It's just a shame you had to act out like this. I truly wanted to live a happy ever after with you! if only you hadn't brought ruin to the empire...."

he mumbles sadly, pressing the knife against your throat harshly, drawing small beads of blood that stained the dagger red.

"I'll see you in hell in a minute."

slice!

and the world fades to black.

[thegettingbyp2]

Request: Coriolanus manipulates unpopular girl into marrying him for her parents money. She finds out that he manipulated her years later. Coriolanus actually started to loves her but the damage is done.

So Much More

A/N: I loved writing this and will probably write a part 2 at some point if people are interested!

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Even though you were considered to be a part of one of the richest families in The Academy, you were wildly unpopular with your classmates, most probably due to the fact you were so quiet and tended to avoid your other classmates whenever possible. This didn’t seem to deter Coriolanus Snow though.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Coriolanus always seemed to either save you a seat or sit next to you in class and talk to you. Much to your own surprise, this ended up with you dating Coriolanus and him bringing you everywhere with him, constantly wanting to show you off. When he proposed to you in front of the Capitol while he was being sworn in as President, it shocked you. Even though you were completely head over heels for him, there was always that niggling thought in the back of your head that he was with you out of pity.

It wasn’t until 2 years after your wedding when you overheard Coriolanus talking to one of his advisors that you really understood why he was with you.

‘Look, the money from (Y/N)’s parents pulled me and my family out of the gutter, I’m not about to throw her away now. Why do you think I asked her out all those years ago in the first place.’ The involuntary gasp that left your lips had Coriolanus’s head whipping around to face you, his eyes wide when he realised that you must have heard what he’d said.

‘That’s really why you asked me out? Why you married me, to get my parents money?’ you asked, wanting more than anything for him to tell you that you’d heard him wrong.

Coriolanus gestured for his advisor to leave the room as he stood up, making his way across to you. ‘(Y/N), you have to understand, when we met, my family were on the verge of losing everything. Your family helped my family to climb back up, we wouldn’t be where we are now without them.’ He tried to take your hands in his, frowning when you pulled away from him.

‘So, you were using me?’ you asked, your voice breaking slightly as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Coriolanus sighed heavily, running a hand across his face. ‘At first I was. At first, I thought that dating you would be the perfect way to save my family because I could just leave you straight after.’ You couldn’t help but flinch slightly at his words, a movements that didn’t go unnoticed by Coriolanus as he stepped forward, this time, placing his hands on your hips as his nose brushed against your hairline. ‘But then, the longer we were together, the more reasons I’d found to not break up with you because I found myself falling in love with you.’

‘That doesn’t excuse the fact that you were using me, Coryo,’ you whispered brokenly, your hands coming to rest on his that were still on your hips. ‘I was madly in love with you from day one, it took me months to accept the fact that you felt the same way, so finding out that you were lying the whole time - ’

‘I do feel that way now, baby. That’s the point I’m trying to make,’ he interrupted you, his fingers squeezing tighter onto your hips. ‘I was desperate, I would have done pretty much anything to save face. When we were at The Academy, I didn’t think you meant anything, but you mean so much more to me than I ever thought possible.’

As he was speaking, you felt tears pool in your eyes as you were hit by a wave of conflicting emotions, your love for him and the betrayal you were feeling being the main two at war inside you.

‘I just don’t think that I can carry on being married to you, knowing all of this, I don’t know if I can trust you anymore,’ you said quietly, letting your tears fall in streams down your cheeks.

‘Don’t say that,’ Coriolanus said, his voice almost sounding like he was begging as his voice cracked. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, only for you to turn your head at the last minute, his lips grazing your cheek. A single tear traced down his cheek. In all the years you’d known him, you’d never seen him lose his composure like this, even when he was caught out for cheating while he was mentoring Lucy Gray in the 10th Hunger Games. Seeing him like this was making you want to pull him into you and tell him that you loved him and you forgave him, but deep down, you knew that whatever relationship the two of you had was pretty much damaged beyond repair.

‘I should probably go. We can talk more about this when I’ve had time to think,’ you said, trying to free yourself from his grip.

It was as if your words had caused a flip to switch in Coriolanus as you watched his body stiffen and his eyes instantly grow colder. His grip on you tightened even more to an extent that you knew that you were 100% going to have bruises from where his fingers dug into your skin painfully.

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he said in a cold, almost lifeless tone.

[yukyuki]

We’re Good - LN’4

summary- when you two work on making each other jealous it will always come right back to you two in bed. 🍾

warnings- mdni! unprotected sex, language, alcohol, fingering, smut overall 🔞

a/n- omg I wrote this probably in less than an hour I’m sorry for any mistakes but I had to post this I was freaking out so bad!! 🧡🖤 listen to We’re Good by Dua Lipa that was the inspo!

Your relationship with Lando had always been filled with ups and downs. Broke up, made up and repeat. The main reason he was filled with toxic jealousy and you would always get back at him which didn’t help neither of you. Yet none of the others drivers or your friends doubted you were meant for each other.

As of right now you had broken up with him, and were at the After party of the Mexican Grand Prix which Alex forced you to go.

“girl he’s looking at you” Kelly said to you as she glanced over your shoulder seeing Lando’s eyes fixated on you and your beautiful back side. That little black dress worn purposely or not was Lando’s weakness. His lower lip slightly between his teeth and his eyes scanning your figure from the other side of the room was just making him crazier.

“So? He’s dancing with another girl anyway…” you responded to Kelly finishing your martini. Looking towards the dance floor.

“There’s your man…wanna go dance?” you say as she giggled.

“Of course!” she said as she grabbed your hand and to the dance floor you went, as you dance with Kelly you felt a warm presence turning your head you see the one and only Sir Lewis Hamilton.

“Oh I’m so sorry Lewis” you apologize for the sudden closure between the two of you. He gave you a gentle smile and shook his head.

“Don’t apologize…it looks like we were both forced to be here huh?” he said making you release a long sigh.

“Definitely…ugh but what do you mean? You won 2nd place congratulations!” you said smiling.

“Thank you Y/n…um random questions though…you and Lando broke up again huh?” he asked which caused you to frown your eyebrows.

“Oh well…you could say…yes…why?” you asked him as you notice his eyes glancing behind you.

“well if looks could kill I would say I would already be dead and buried” he said as you scoffed softly.

“let him be…he’s surrounded by girls either way…why don’t we dance? can you help me give him a taste of his own medicine?” you say throwing your arms around his neck as he looked down at your showing his pearly whites.

“sure sweetheart but you better pull him back when he comes after me” he said resting his hand on my hip as I nodded.

“I pinky promise…” you say giggling.

Minutes into your devilish plan with Lewis the loud music boomed loudly in the room as your hips were against Lewis yet he understood the assignment followed your pace. Your hands roamed down his hard toned chest and bodied closed together. Lewis glanced behind him as his hand seemed to touch your ass from Lando’s perspective…he never did.

“I didn’t think you would be this good of a dancer” you say smiling as he spun you around making your gaze bump in Lando standing so closer to you, your felt suffocated rolling your eyes you smiled at Lewis and told him you were tired and headed to the bar ordering an ice tea.

Lando leaned on the bar looking your.

“now you’re going after drivers?” his voice his you as you turn to him faking a smile.

“I remind you we’re not together anymore, but if that’s the case you’re going after easy girls that probably just want your reputation and money…and not actual love” you hit back drink some of your tea.

“do you actually love me Y/n?” he asked you getting closer to your small figure. You looked up meeting his eyes.

“You know I fucking do Lando you are just so immature and you don’t see it” you say about to look away but his thumb and index finger keeps your fave from leaving his.

“why were you dancing with Lewis then? You seemed like you were ready to fuck him” he replied as you looked away rolling your eyes.

“yup…you don’t change…what did you expect? for me to just watch you flirt with other girls? Watch their hands all over you, waiting for you to fuck them yeah Lando…I’m not stupid”

• • • •

You both went back and forth yet their was an audience behind you guys.

“What did we miss?” George asked joining the others with Carmen as they took a seat.

“Shhh” Alex hushed as he tried to make out the argument. Lily laughed and started to catch up George and Carmen and the missed parts.

“basically they’re making up…again” Max said laughing.

“just a matter of seconds” Kelly finished looking at your guys again.

“you are such an idiot Lando!” you yelled looking for your bag grabbing it about to leave the place but Lando’s hand quickly grabbed yours pulling you into a forceful kiss. You struggled your way out, but how can a fragile girl like you break out from the grip of a formula one driver that probably lived in the gym. His strong arms held you in place. Before pulling you away.

“you’re coming to my hotel room and we can talk there where it’s just us two and not all the drivers and their girls got it?” he mumbled as you pulled away from him walking out ahead of him as he looked behind throwing a thumbs up to the others running behind you.

• • • •

You both had not said a word the second you stepped into his bedroom. You pushed against the wall as his hand rested on your neck keeping you as close as possible. Lando’s free hand locked the door and your hands pulled on his shirt. Eager for what’s to come he pulled his shirt off throwing it somewhere as he leaned in attacking your neck with bites and wet kissed that caused you to release soft moan into his ear. Pulling on his brown locks you got wetter each second, no touch felt like Lando’s, that was for sure.

Smirking against your neck, Lando knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew you were already so wet for him the tent in his pants grew more and more prominent. His hand moved under your dress pulling your black laced thong off as he disposed of it brushing his two fingers between your folds your knees grew weak and you whined against his lips scratching his chest softly kissing his chin.

“P-please Lando…oh god” you got cut off by his two fingers entering you. He moved that at a fast punishable pace making you grip on his shoulders for support trying to not fall his other arm held you in place. Your moans grew louder.

“F-fuck…L-Lando yes…baby…” you moaned throwing your head back as he took advantage and created a mark on you, which claimed you as his. Your walls tightened around his fingers making him growl into your ear.

“God you sound so hot…I want to hear you like this when I’m fucking you got it?” he whispered scissoring his fingers in you as you moaned before nodding.

“please fuck me already…I’m…I’m close” you whined as your legs grew weaker and your orgasm grew nearer he didn’t stop until you came undone on his fingers as he pulled out causing your juices to drip down your things. He sucked his fingers clean and your eyes never left his as he did. Turning you around he lifted your dress revealing your ass before spanking you.

“you think I would be able to fuck another girl when I have a beautiful girl like you? you’re my only one baby” he whispered into your ear biting your shoulder gently. Breathing heavily you move your ass back on him feeling his bulge, you blush at his words as your sparkly eyes meet his.

“prove it to me Lando” you whispered moving your hand back moving your fingers into his hair. His hands roamed your body before unzipping your dress watching it fall off from you. You hold his hand pulling him to his messy bed that he had left this morning. You kiss him passionately as you both fall on the bed him after you, your tongues against each other before he flipped you around.

“on all fours beautiful” he commanded you in his deep British accent and you obeyed on all fours you hear him unbuckle his pants along with his boxers and positioned himself behind you.

Pulling you close he entered you slowly and deep as you became undone releasing a pornographic moan. Lando couldn’t help but go insane on how he was making you feel his thrusts started slow and deep and he filled you up perfectly in every way.

“f-fuck…Lando yes ah!” you whimpered as he pulled your back against his chest. His hand groping on your breast as he went deeper into you, you bounce back on his holding on from his thighs throwing your head back.

Your moans could probably be heard down the hallways of the hotel floor and there might already be complaints from other rooms but this was how make up sex always turned out with Lando. Hot, explosive and loud and you loved every single part of it.

“Oh my god! Yes…yes right there!” you cried opening your mouth but a silent moan came out twitching inside of you Lando’s groans joined your moans as you both rode out your highs. He thrusts fast at an inhuman pace and you move your ass against him making him reach places he had never reached before.

“Oh fuck! Lando!” you scream finally releasing on him as he held you against him slowly down as he shot out his cum into you staying there catching your breath you touch his cheek breathing heavily pecking his lips.

“God…I love you Lando” you whispered blushing so hard you felt embarrassed, finally realizing how you have behaved in the last 15 minutes of lust and desire with Lando.

“I love you more baby…” he whispered rubbing your thighs quickly hugging your waist.

“no don’t move yet…this feel so good” he whispered in your ear as the blush in your cheeks kept growing you bit your lip at the sticky sensation that connected the two of you.

“you actually don’t like Lewis right?” he questioned with his head resting on your shoulder making you laugh.

“Lando…never in a million years he is such a good friend… and my partner in crime he help me get the man I actually love to fuck me…just don’t tell him that” you say blushing as he smirked.

“don’t you dare Norris…” you threatened as he shook his head.

“don’t worry baby…only I get to know how crazy you get when I fuck you” he said softly as I hit his arm

“so we’re back together?” you asked

“I actually think we never broke up baby” he responded kissing your shoulder.

• • • •

“so apparently you two are back together” Kelly said making you burn yourself with your coffee before clearing your throat.

“w-what?” you ask subconsciously fixing the turtle neck thinking you had exposed Lando’s marks on you.

“Oh Kelly give Y/n a break the whole hotel heard them” Lily added as you couldn’t help but blush.

“Here’s your croissant baby” Lando said taking a seat next to you. As Alex patted him on his back.

“you two are just perfect you know that right?” Carmen said admiring you two as you looked at Lando.

“I think you’re right Carmen…Lando is perfect for me so yeah…we’re good” you say winking at him kissing his cheek as Kelly snapped a picture of you two that she will later post to brag her favorite couple on the paddock.

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I got to say one of my favorite smuts I’ve wrote 🧡

[farfromstrange]

Customer Service | Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!reader

Summary: After a particularly rough week, all you want to do is cry. It has you on edge and makes you say things you don’t mean. After letting out your anger on your boyfriend, he makes it his mission to take care of you for a change.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), Matt Murdock eats pussy like a champ, fingering, squirting (I feel filthy), emotional hurt/comfort, no use of y/n, no pronouns, reader has female body parts, 1st person pov (?)

a/n: As someone who quit their job in customer service for the exact same reasons I have stated in this fic, this is very personal to me and self-indulgent, again. I wrote this after a particularly bad day. Sometimes I wish Matt were real so he could actually do this to me.

There is nothing in all of existence that I loathe more than people. Why I chose to work in customer service in the first place has become more and more of a mystery to me. I could have quit after the first week, I should have, but whenever the thought crosses my mind, I tell myself: ‘It’s going to get better. You will get used to it.’ I did not, in fact, get used to it. Or, I did, I just started to hate myself even more. Every day I get home from an eight-hour shift, I’m tired, I’m exhausted and I feel the desperate need to throw myself off a cliff. 

There are days when it’s easier. The elderly couple who comes in every Sunday, for example, to drink their coffee and have a lengthy conversation over a piece of cake, never fails to make me smile. They’re always kind, and forthcoming and they tip, even though I know they don’t have the money to.

Or the woman who likes to pick up lunch for her husband, she always calls me sweetheart, and she’s never bothered if her order takes just a little too long. The regulars chat me up and I like it because it makes me feel less alone behind the counter, as life passes me by and I can’t help to stare at the clock every five minutes to calculate how many hours of the day are left. They make it easier to forget about the overtime I inevitably have to put in every night. They know I don’t eat enough or smile enough or drink enough, and so they make me smile because they’re good people. 

But some continuously want to tell me how to do my job, the one I’ve given blood and sweat for to master down to the smallest detail, and those who treat me like I’m responsible for their bad days and those who don’t care that I’m human, I just have to serve.

It’s so exhausting that some people don’t care about the workers behind the counter. I hate that my boss doesn’t seem to care either, that we don’t get paid enough, and that I’m expected to jump whenever they want me to. I got a life too, but that doesn’t matter because I’m cheap and they love to use those who never learned how to say no.

I physically can’t tell them I can’t work whenever I’m asked to pick up an extra shift, or when I’m sick or have to do anything else. It’s not even my main occupation and yet, here I am! Every day, I tell myself, I should just quit. It’s not my responsibility if they can’t treat their employees right. It’s not my responsibility they’re understaffed. I’m a student, I go to college, and I’m working hard on my degree - why should I prioritize my job over the thing that will determine the rest of my life? 

And yet, every day, I go back. I go back and I work until my feet hurt and I’m sick and I’m tired and all I want to do is just cry. I go back because I, for the life of me, can’t say no. I can’t quit. I want to, but I can’t, and it’s killing me inside that I can’t talk about it the way I want to. In the end, I will always feel like everything is my fault and that I messed up, even though all I did was show up to work and turn into everyone’s punching bag. 

My stupidity is what got me here. Usually, I would be home now, studying, but they asked me to pick up a late shift at the cafè again, and I worked for seven hours with only a fifteen-minute break in between - I look horrible, I smell of coffee and cake, and my body is hurting in all the wrong places. The weight is heavy in my stomach. I’m nauseous. I ate, but not enough. I’m hungry. I feel sick. Even the smallest sounds make me want to jump up the wall, kill someone, or perhaps even both. I’m angry, and I don’t even fucking know why because nothing happened. Other than a rather messy day with too much to do and too few people to do the work, the people weren’t even rude and I’ve had worse days - still, I feel everything at once and it’s ridiculous, really, because I’m an adult and I should know better than to let a rough day affect me. I don’t. 

When he called and asked if I wanted to come over, I said yes. I didn’t want to, but saying no? Not something I would do, especially not to him. I walked into his apartment with a lump already in my stomach. The door creaked - God, I told him to oil it - and that was the first strike. I tossed my key into the bowl and it promptly fell back out. Second strike. My coat slipped from the hanger the second I hung it up. Third strike. I breathed, I had to, then went to the kitchen to make some dinner. Cooking usually works, usually, but the day must have gotten to me because the fourth strike - the fucking milk being expired - happened way too soon and it hit me, hard. After that, I was pretty much done for, and I knew, I just chose to ignore it. 

Of course, I should have known I would screw up everything else, too.

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is kind and soft in my ear as he presses a kiss to my cheek. His stubble has never been something to bother me before until that very moment. I flinch away, not sure why. If he realized it - which I’m sure he did - he doesn’t show. 

“Smells good,” he says. 

I put the garlic into the pan. It smells too much like garlic and I hate it. 

“What you making?”

“Pasta,” I tell him. 

He kisses me again. “Mh-hm. How was your day?” the question is stupid, but it’s normal and he always asks. He gets himself a beer - only himself - removes the cap with his mouth and then leans against the counter. 

He shouldn’t infuriate me. He shouldn’t make me angry just by standing there and asking me questions couples ask themselves, but inevitably, he does. And I hate myself all the more for the way my voice sounds when I answer him. 

“Fine,” I say. 

“Fine?” he asks. “How was work?” I feel like he’s getting suspicious. “You only had two lectures today, right? English lit and what was the other one?”

“Linguistics.”

“Ah, yes. Your least favorite.”

Perhaps that’s why I’m angry. 

“You know,” he says and the tangent he goes on after revolves around him and only him, and while I don’t like talking about myself, that doesn’t mean he has to unload all of his stress on me - I don’t know why I think that way and it’s scaring me because I don’t actually feel that way, but at that moment I do and it’s all very confusing.

I just want to lock myself in his bedroom and cry. He looks so good with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up. He’s wearing his glasses, still, but his tie is loosened and he smiles because he knows I love that smile. I should love it. I should love the way his muscles tense underneath his shirt or the way his dress pants hang impossibly low on his hips, but for the first time, I don’t. I don’t love anything, I just feel anger, which makes me hate everything, but mostly myself. 

I must have zoned out. Suddenly, he’s calling my name and he’s calling me sweetheart and he’s poking me with his hands - no, he’s stroking my hips, hugging me from behind, and it’s all too much. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I lie. He knows I’m lying. He can hear it in my heartbeat. He can feel it in the way I move away from him to rinse the now-empty pan in the sink. 

How is the food already finished?

“You didn’t listen to a word I just said,” he dares to sound offended. 

“No, I did.”

“Really, what did I say?”

“You and Foggy had a case, didn’t go well, bla bla bla. Same as every day.”

He sets the bottle down. “Alright, sweetheart, what’s wrong? I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Oh, so just because I don’t care about hearing the same story repeat itself every day and you whining about it means there’s something wrong with me?”

He’s taken aback. Quite frankly, I’ve never snapped at him before, not like this, not out of nowhere, and we’ve been dating for over a year. With his super senses, there is little that eludes the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, especially when it comes to his girlfriend. I hate that it’s like this. I hate not having any privacy, even when I try to. But I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want privacy. Or, I think. I don’t even know what I want. I know I want to be around him, but at the same time, it hurts because the anger is too damn hot to swallow, and his concern doesn’t make it any better. It should be, but it’s not. I’m a lost cause. 

“I was just telling you about my day,” he says. I would yell back at myself if I were him, but he knows me. He knows yelling doesn’t help. He knows I’d cry, but maybe that’s what I want. Maybe I want him to yell just so I have a valid reason to cry, to be angry. 

I want him to hate me the way I hate myself. 

That’s why I can’t help it anymore. “Maybe I don’t want to hear about your day.”

“What?”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Matthew!”

He’s confused. I don’t blame him. The second the words left my mouth, I regret them. They make me sound like the most selfish person on the whole planet. I can’t take them back though. If I did, he’d know something is wrong and then he’d worry, he’d pity me and no, I don’t want that. I want to rile him up. I’m not sure why, but it makes me so angry that he’s so calm and I’m… well, I’m me, but I’m also not me. I’m a stranger in my own body. 

I put the pasta in a bowl. It stinks of alcohol and tomatoes and garlic, too much of it. I wonder how anyone could eat that. 

“Here,” I shove it into his hand, “You’ve been served. I’m gonna take a shower.”

I’m a bad person. I’m pretty sure I am. Who yells at their boyfriend because they can’t deal with their own problems? Who makes the person they love more than life itself feel like shit on purpose for no reason whatsoever? A sane person wouldn’t. We have never been a normal couple, Matthew and I, but we’re trying. Turns out, I suck much more than I thought I would.

It’s not the age gap, I’m sure of it. I’m in my last year as an English Major and he’s a defense attorney. Somehow, we make it work. He loves me, I know he does. He’s afraid of rejection - he thinks everyone he loves will leave him, which is why it took us a while to find together. I should have known my words were going to hurt him unimaginably. He thinks he did something wrong, but it’s not him. It’s never him. He’s damaged, but he’s nothing if not perfect to me, most of the time. 

I’m heavily crying at this point, trying to conceal my sobs, but it’s not working. The water is loud, not loud enough to fool Matt’s hearing, but even if he were to hear it, he knows better than to provoke me any further. He doesn’t know what’s going on and neither do I, so it’s just the two of us silently waiting for the other to come around. He shouldn’t have to feel that way. And so I cry more because God, I do not deserve that man. I don’t deserve his kindness or his love. I don’t. I really, really don’t. 

And once I’m out of the bathroom, I remember why I don’t deserve him. 

The table is set for two. Candles substitute for the harsh ceiling light. He knows it gives me headaches sometimes. He put a bowl out for me and a glass of wine. White wine. The sweet kind. The kind he hates but keeps around in case I ever need a glass. He’s drinking red wine. It’s cheap, but it looks expensive and he likes to feel special from time to time. 

I hug my arms around my body. He has his back turned to me, fixing a salad in the kitchen - I must have forgotten it. The way he moves is almost angelic. He moves as if nothing happened, as if I didn’t just treat him like a bitch. He’s singing my favorite song or humming it, anyway. The room smells of him and me and the food I loathed before, but watching him do all of this for me, even now, is sucking the air out of my lungs and suddenly, I don’t mind the thought of eating with him.

I only want one thing. I don’t want to ask for it and he’s not going to do anything unless I talk. We agreed on that from the beginning, no matter what kind of intimacy it involves. Without consent or a proper conversation, nothing will happen. And I curse myself for not being able to speak without the tears blocking my view again. 

“There’s a sweater on the couch,” he states. He knows I’m cold. “And some fuzzy socks, if you want.”

The clothes smell like him. 

“I put some more salt in the pasta. I think you forgot to salt the water, so I took it upon myself. I hope you don’t mind. Also, I tried to make your favorite salad dressing, but I’m not sure if I managed to get it right this time.”

He smiles and then his glasses are gone and he has an apron on and he looks like he loves me, really loves me, and that’s it. I pull my legs up to my chest, falling deep into the couch and I cry. All the pain just comes exploding out of me like an active volcano. 

The leather dents next to me. “Comfort or solution?” he asks. It’s so casual, I get the feeling he’s not mad at me. 

“I don’t know,” it sounds so broken.

His arm finds around my shoulder. “Is this okay?” I can only nod. Yes.

He moves me gently so I’m in his lap and he can rock me like a baby. It feels good to be loved like this, but it’s also suffocating. Still, I can’t help but fall deeper into his hold because this is, in fact, all I needed. Too stubborn to ask for it, I almost ruined something good. I know I did. He knows, too, but unlike me, he knows the difference between me being mad at him and being mad at the world. He knows I don’t mean what I say unless we’re fighting, and this isn’t it. We’re not fighting. I’m just angry and I want to cry, even while crying, and that makes me cry even more. 

“You want to talk about it?” he asks once I can finally breathe again. 

I blow my nose like a disgusting person and say, “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe.” And that about sums up all of my life. 

“Is it school?”

I shake my head. If it’s not school, it can only be one other thing. 

“Work?”

I nod. 

“Anything happen or just a bad day?”

“Bad day.”

“That’s why you yelled at me? I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“No,” I say truthfully for the first time. “I’m just angry. I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Maybe next time try telling me though. I was actually scared I did something until I heard you cry in the shower.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I tell him that, to which he only chuckles. 

“You know how many times I acted hostile towards you after a long day?” he says. “It happens. It’s okay.”

“I just… I’m so stressed all the time. I hate work and I hate people and I hate not getting paid enough or on time, but I can’t quit because you know, I’m me and they know that, so they take advantage of my inability to say no, and it sucks because I’m so tired of working more than I go to school, but I need the money, and so I can’t leave until I’ve found another job, but no one else wants me, so now I’m here, trying to see the good in this stupid job, but I don’t. I can’t. I hate it. I hate everything and everyone and I hate myself and I think I’ll get my period soon because this should not be upsetting me this much.”

His hand on my back manages to soothe me. 

“Thank you,” I say, and I mean it.

He smiles down at me, all loopy, and his sightless eyes are focused somewhere on my forehead, which makes everything so much better. 

“I love you.”

And yes, I love him too. I love him so fucking much, it hurts. 

“I love you too, Matty.”

As soon as I say his name, he knows what I want. He knows I need to destress. He knows I can’t eat until I can forget. 

“Is there something I can do?” he asks, but damn him, he already knows. 

“Can you…” no, I can’t ask him for that.

“Yes?”

“Matt, can…” No. “You know what, never mind.”

“No, sweetheart. Tell me. What do you need?”

“I just…” my chest heaves a frustrated groan. “IneedyoutoeatmeoutuntilIcantremembermyname.”

He enjoys it. He gets off on it, my desperation. “Sorry, what?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think I did. Can you repeat that?”

“God.” My face is burning. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just, this is the first time you actually asked me and I love hearing you ask for the things you want. It’s sexy.” 

Somehow, that’s even worse. My thighs clench like I’m some pathetic little schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. 

“You know, maybe you can ask for a raise tomorrow, or quit altogether,” he says. “But for that to work, you have to tell me what you want right now.”

“I asked you to eat me out until I can’t remember my fucking name!”

���Thank you. Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

If there is one thing Matt Murdock is incredibly skilled with, it’s his mouth. And I don’t just mean the words that come out. Essentially, it’s all in his tongue. He’s managed to render me speechless on more than one occasion, and he knows. He knows I love when he touches me, but there are times when it has to be about me, and only me, and he’d gladly suffocate between my thighs. He’s told me that time and time again.

He keeps telling me to ask him if I want something. I never do. I hate asking for it because it’s embarrassing. It’s good that he knows what he’s doing, that bastard because if he didn’t, I wouldn’t be cumming and I wouldn’t tell him. Somehow he always gets the job done, no matter how stressed I am. 

That’s why I need it so badly. I need him to take care of me, no matter how long it takes. I know it might take a while because I’m tense and he knows too. He reads my body like an open book. That’s how he knows I’m horny before I even do. 

He doesn’t move for another minute. He just stares at me. “You want me to take care of you?” he asks.

“Please,” I beg. 

“Guess I’ll have dessert before dinner today then.”

He lifts my head and then he’s suddenly on top of me. He’s sliding me up the couch so he can fit in between my legs. I’m dressed in shorts, a t-shirt, and his sweater and for a second I wonder if it’s even worth it. I’m ovulating, I’m bloated. I feel like shit. My hormones are all messed up. I can feel the weight of my boobs tear on my back and I’m pretty sure the hairs on my legs prickle his cheek as he kisses them. It’s making me want to take back everything I asked of him. 

My confidence has taken a low blow this past week. 

Though Matt doesn’t care, he never does. He digs his nose between my thighs and takes the longest whiff I’ve seen him take in a while. To be fair, the last time we saw each other, he was busy with work. We didn’t have time for intimacy, which hardly ever happens. He moans. 

Smug bastard.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. It melts my heart. The compliment means so much more knowing he can’t physically see me. To him, I’m beautiful. He couldn’t care less about what I looked like. Although sometimes I wonder what picture he has made up of me in his mind. 

His lips are on mine fast. I can’t help but sigh. They’re so soft. He doesn’t rush, he just kisses me and then kisses me some more. I tangle my hands in his hair. I’m sure, this is what heaven must be like.

“Let’s take this off.” His sweater joins my shorts on the floor. “May I?” He hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of my panties. “Or do you want me to keep them on?”

I have no doubt he could do it with five layers in between and still make me cum.

“Off,” I say. I want this. I have to remind myself that my insecurities mean nothing – he loves me. He wants to do this for me. He wants to do this because he likes it, or else he would say it. 

Matt is vocal, but I’m not. If he doesn’t want to do something, he’ll say. Can’t say the same about me, which is why he asks repeatedly, even after I already told him it’s okay. He wants to make sure I’m on board, that I don’t feel pressured and can pull out any time I want, but I don’t, because the second the cold air hits my bare cunt, all I want is him. 

I can feel his eyes searching for me. “Hey,” he says my name. “We’re not playing this time, okay? You can cum when you need to and how many times you want to. You just have to lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you.” 

He intertwines our fingers on either side of my spread thighs before he dives into me. It’s slow and steady. He doesn’t care about fucking me with his tongue like he usually does. He licks and bites, but mostly, his tongue and lips stay around my clit and they suck. They suck so good, I see stars behind my eyes. His touch sends shocks down my spine. My sensitive walls clench around thin air, but his head is so far between my thighs, I still manage to feel full. 

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t focus. It feels so good, way too good, and on any other day, I would’ve come by now. His beard burns into the inside of my thigh as I rock against him. I try to, but it’s exhausting. I can feel the coil in my lower belly clear as day, and yet it’s too far out of reach. I need it, I crave it. 

I can hear myself saying, “This could take a while.” And he laughs because he finds it funny. It’s not funny though, it’s serious. I hate the fact that he makes me feel so good and I can’t find it in myself to enjoy. 

“Close your eyes,” his breath fans hot against my folds. “And just stop thinking.” 

He makes it his mission to ruin me. I close my eyes and as soon as I do, he’s on me. It’s not just his mouth. One of our joined hands reaches up to touch my breast – he twists my nipple through the shirt until it’s hard and has his attention. The other reaches behind me and lifts my hips. The next thing I know, he has me propped up on a pillow. The muscles in my lower back relax. I sigh. It’s so good. 

He’s given up on slow and steady. His head moves in circles as he abuses – I don’t have another word for it – my clit and eats the rest of me like a man starved. I realize I need it fast and I need it hard. He knows it before I do. His tongue expertly parts my wet folds, a mix of arousal and spit trickling down my thighs, but I could care less. He’s inside of me and then his thumb is there and it’s rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and I’m so fucking close, the knot in my stomach feels like it weighs a hundred pounds, and it’s applying sweet, sweet pressure on cunt. 

“Fuck!” I throw my head back into the leather. My back arches impossibly high, and his head squished tightly between my thighs. I need him closer. His hair is so soft, it makes me want to cry, and I do. I cry, but not in a sad way. I cry out because yes, God yes! and then I’m cumming, suddenly and without warning, hard, all over his face, and it doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop.

The growl is animalistic. It vibrates perfectly through my pussy and I can’t help it – it barely takes two minutes until his lips start hurting so good as they keep sucking my clit, a series of ‘one more’ leaves his lips in a plea, and I’m rocking against him hard. I’m begging him, “Matt,” but I’m not sure what for. 

“C’mon,” he says, “you can give me one more.”

He’s right. God, I hate when he’s right. My toes curl and I push his face so deep into me, I’m convinced he’s running out of air, but that’s what makes him moan and it sends me over the edge.

I’m pretty sure I passed out. The pleasure is so intense, my stomach feels like it’s being torn apart and then put back together. The world is dark and for the first time today, quiet. 

Something nudges my cheek softly. It’s his hand. Matt kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. “Hey,” he coaxes me back into lucidity. “There you are. Are you okay?”

I nod.

“You need anything?”

It’s a reflex, reaching for him. He gasps slightly when my hand touches between his thighs, expecting to find a visible bulge, but there is none. I’m not sure if it’s my mind playing tricks on me, but there is a visible wet spot where his dick is supposed to be. 

“Did you-“ I finally open my eyes. He looks so drunk in the candlelight. I realize then that he is drunk on me. 

He buries his head in my neck. “You’re not the only one who’s been worked up all week,” he says. 

“You just- oh, my God.” I never thought it possible that it could be enough for him. “Thank you.” 

“No, thank you. You’re always so good to me. Good girl. But I think-“ his finger steals my breath as it circles my entrance and promptly slips it inside of me. “You can cum for me again.” 

I arch into him. My chest brushes against his. Our shirts suddenly feel like too much clothing and I’m desperate, so I tear at the buttons until they come apart. He has his arm back underneath me, holding me flush against him as if he’s afraid I might slip away. 

A wanton moan escapes me. “That’s it,” and his praise is even better. “Think you can take another one?”

He adds a second finger. It burns but only because even after a year, I’m still struggling to take any part of him. His fingers are thick and they’re rough and they’re scratching my inside walls just right. They massage the flesh. He’s pumping his fingers in and out and in and out, and he adds his thumb back on my clit because he knows I won’t be able to cum without it.

All of the stress falls off my shoulders. I feel him everywhere, his kisses, his touch, his hard nipples against mine. He’s hard again, poking against my thigh. I reach for him and he whines, he whines into my mouth. I’m not sure which one of us will come first. I suppose it’s me, it’s always me. He makes sure it will be me.

He hits as deep as he possibly could. His fingers curl inside of me and then, “There it is!” Is so victorious, it makes my eyes roll back. He keeps hitting that particular spot over and over again. My hand clutches his shoulder. I want to scream, but all that comes out is a series of whined and pathetic moans. I can’t help it, my muscles contract around him. 

“Damn, you’re gonna break my fingers,” he says. His chuckle is breathless. “You close?”

I hum.

“Do me a favor,” and I expect him to tell me anything but what he requests, “Don’t cum.” 

It’s rude. It’s cruel and it’s vile and I want to murder him because just as he says it, the coil tightens impossibly tight and I need to let go. It’s painful to hold it in, especially now. But I do as he tells me nonetheless. I want to please him. 

“Matt,” I moan. He’s so unfair and he knows it.

He smirks. “Just hold on a little longer.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.”

“St- oh, fuck!” He hits my sweet spot with twice the intensity. I almost cum, but only almost. I keep it together, no matter how much it hurts, and it’s making tears prick at my eyes. “Please, just let me cum,” I hate begging him. “Please, Matty.”

“Shhh. We’re almost there.”

His thumb speeds up. I can see heaven. God is reaching his hand out for me. My stomach is in a tight knot, so tight, the silk might rip any second. The pressure is unreal. My muscles have been trained by him, I admit, but nothing can prepare you for this. Nothing can prepare you for the times when Matt has his mind set on something and he’s going to take it. He’s going to take you. 

I can’t think. It’s too much. I know I’m going to disappoint him. The animal inside of me is beyond satisfied and she wants out. She wants to let go. She loves the feeling of his fingers buried to the hilt inside of her. She loves him, and loving him tends to turn into sweet, sweet torture.

I moan his name again. His cock twitches underneath his dress pants, hot against my fingertips. 

“Almost,” he promises. “I just want to try something.”

What could he possibly want to-

“Cum.”

I’m flying. My back lifts off the couch and if it wasn’t for him, I would be dead by now. My body is shaking. It’s earth-shattering and it’s wet and it’s everywhere. I can feel the orgasm tearing me apart from the inside, blood rushing in my ears. My senses go black. I can’t see, feel or breathe. Everything is too much. It’s burning, it’s heavy, but it’s amazing.

His fingers don’t stop until he has milked the last drop of me until even the last ounce of stress has left my body and I’m limp. I’m a corpse. I’m barely breathing, a wet sack of potatoes in his arms. 

God, the look on his face. He’s cumming too. The wet patch on his pants has doubled. It’s not from me, although I’m suddenly very aware of the fact of what he just made me do.

“Oh.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “That was amazing.”

I never expected to have it in myself. “Oh, Jesus.” My words are highly blasphemous but I don’t care. I’m not even sure how to feel. The blush creeps up my cheeks and I close my legs a little. Everything is so wet. It’s all me and some of him, but mostly me. Just spurts of cum all over his hand and his couch.

He clicks his tongue, shoving my thighs apart. “Don’t go shy on me now,” he says.

“No, it’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Sweetheart, I’ve never felt more proud of myself.”

“I just- your couch. Oh, God.”

“I’m pretty sure the couch will survive it. Leather is easier to clean. How do you feel?”

I sigh, snuggling against his chest. “Better,” I have to admit. “Much, much better.”

“Good.” He kisses my neck. “Can I have my fingers back now?”

“No.” I like the feeling of him inside of me, even if it’s just his fingers. It makes me feel complete, almost. 

“Okay.” 

“Just gonna rest my eyes now.”

“You do that, sweetie. I’ll be here.” 

And he is. He always is. I wake up, and he’s there, and he always will be because he promised me this is forever. Us. Me and him. And I realize then that I’ve never been more in love with another person than I am in love with Matt Murdock.

[mysticheathenn]

What's Your Sign of Encouragement?

Hi there! I hope you all enjoy it and remember to take what resonates and leave what does not as this is a general reading. This reading does not supplement your need to go and seek actual therapy or professional help.

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Tarot: Knight of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, The Star (reversed), 7 of Wands. Oracle: Healing, Life Purpose, Happiness, Financial Health

"You are not in a prison" was a phrase I heard as I was shuffling your tarot cards pile 1. There is a difference between being in a prison and also being in your own way. You're causing yourself to stay stuck not ever seeing that you have the key to freedom. Your mind is holding you hostage as your soul is begging to be set free. "Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you find yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of happiness? You think it's not possible for someone like you. But you are more than deserving" - Beyonce. Some of the words I changed because she was talking about love/Jay-z from the Lemonade album but why are you so afraid of good things, boo when good things are calling for you. Open up the wounds that have hurt you and heal. Your life purpose is calling you, financial abundance is also calling you but you need to wake up. Change your mindset and ways. Stop self-sabotaging and seek some healing and therapy. I want to see you win, others want to see you win. But it all starts with you wanting to see yourself win too. I wish I could hug you pile 1, you need it the most right now but I know you got this. Keep reminding yourself that you are a star, you ARE the main character and take your time one foot after another. I know life is shit right now but see the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Tarot: None Oracle: Answers, Finding, Home, Passion, Courage "The answers you seek are inside of you. You're looking everywhere but where you need to be looking, inside." You may be trying to find yourself looking everywhere from social media, to finding yourself in love partners, careers, etc when you should be looking inside of you. Listen to your intuition, listen to the fire that most likely has been burning inside of you but you have been ignoring it out of fear that no one will like this new version or worse maybe you won't like this new person you feel deep down inside. Do not be afraid pile ll. There is a saying that goes "Don't let the money change you, let it make you" from the iconic movie Player's Club but in the sense of this context I am saying embrace the change but don't let the change break you or turn into something that it isn't. You are meant for change, growth, and finding your sense of home this lifetime. You deserve to be at peace and comfort in not only your own skin but the people around you. Find your community, find where you belong, there are billions of people out there who are dying to meet this new version of you, but you have to be willing to show up. Your pile surprisingly didn't need any tarot only oracle cards and the messages were coming in. Have the courage pile ll. *Viola Davis Voice from the Help* You are safe. You is loved. You is welcomed. You is amazing. make that your mantra as you find your sense of home, belonging, acceptance, and self-love.

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Tarot: The Magician (reversed), 10 of Wands, Knight of Wands (reversed), The Lovers, 7 of Cups Oracle: Friendship, Fertility, Boundaries, Prosperity, Strength Pile lll why are you almost always my pile with romance, friendship, or family with boundary problems, haha. Who do I need to smack for you guys because this has to stop, my guy. For some strange reason, I feel one of you said I need to smack everyone for you and I believe it. Two songs are coming in for you and that's "We're Not Going To Take It by Twisted Sisters and "Loverboy by Mickey and Sylvia both popular songs back in the day especially Lover Boy as it was in the original movie Dirty Dancing. You are sick and tired of being sick and tired and you're becoming fed up with being presented bread crumbs for your relationships whether this is romantic or platonic. You want more from the people around you but you fear leaving because you feel you don't have any other options. If not other options you aren't sure if this is as good as it gets and it's not. There is always a bigger and better everything in life. As soon as you think that you have reached greatness or met the best person in the world you meet a whole new level of amazing you keep climbing from there. Just know that whatever whoever you are dealing with you have a whole community behind you waiting to help you pick up where you are and show you a whole new world. If not the current people in your life new people are coming in as well wanting to show you the better things whether it's food, clothes, community, love, career...you name it. Don't believe for a second that you don't have options because you will always have options. A few of you may have been drawn to pile 1 as well. It's okay to start over and it's okay to set boundaries. Take a deep breath and dare to do what is right for you and believe that your life is abundant in all ways possible.

That's all I have for everyone. I hope you enjoyed this reading. Until next time, stay safe and blessed.

[gaypiratepropaganda]

Izzy's apology in the finale seems to have taken some people by surprise. During the break between seasons, I tried a few times to politely bring up the fact that Izzy was technically abusing Ed. Not because I wanted anyone to stop liking him (you can like a character who's doing abuse! it's not real. who cares), but because I was worried about the reaction when season two came out. I love this show very much and I know how tumblr can get. Most importantly, I love fucked up fictional relationships and cannot abide people making these two boring. So here we go. (I also love lists)

First. Emotional abuse can occur in intimate relationships, family relationships like father and son, or in the workplace (Ed/Izzy triple threat!). Second, it has to be an ongoing thing. Someone doing one of these things once is not abuse. Abuse is a pattern of cruel and frightening behavior in order to control the victim.

(Don't feel bad if you didn't notice this stuff! It's relatively subtle and we're kind of trained to ignore and forgive it, especially from characters like Izzy. I wasn't 100% sure I was right about this either until season two confirmed it. I think a lot of people don't even know what emotional abuse is, at least where I live.)

Below are some pretty solid warning signs (this said "criteria" before but I changed it to be more accurate) for emotional abuse, followed by examples:

•Monitoring and controlling a person’s behavior, such as who they spend time with or how they spend money.

One of Izzy's main motivations in season one was trying to force Ed to act more like his image of Blackbeard. To achieve that, he bullied, belittled, and threatened Ed. He attempted to kill Stede because Ed was spending too much time with him and he felt that Stede was a bad influence.

• Threats to a person’s safety, property, or loved ones

He tried to kill Stede (Ed's loved one) or get him killed several times. Once trying to get Ed to do it himself with the doggy heaven situation, once directly with the duel, and once by calling in the navy.

He didn't directly threaten Ed's safety until episode ten, but he did seem to have Ed convinced that the crew would kill him if Izzy wasn't there to protect him and then when Ed did things he didn't like, Izzy threatened to leave. It's indirect, but has the same result: Ed felt he was unsafe unless he did what Izzy wanted.

• Isolating a person from family, friends, and acquaintances

Izzy seemed to keep Ed isolated from the crew, act as a go-between, and control their perceptions of each other to a certain extent. In the first few episodes, Ed was always shown alone in his goth cabin with Izzy as his only contact. When he started to make new friends Izzy tried to make him kill them.

After Izzy was banished, he secretly sent Ed's ex in to manipulate him and get him away from his new community. Then he got them all arrested, culminating in the deal he made with the English that would have made Ed his prisoner. Not sure that was on purpose, but it was so fucked up I had to mention it.

The bit that really got me, for some reason, was when Frenchie asked after Ed and Izzy told the crew he was sick.

• Demeaning, shaming, or humiliating a person

Izzy is often shown berating Ed and yelling at him. The way Ed reacts suggests to me that he may be used to this kind of treatment from people in general, or from Izzy in particular. He never leaves or asks him to stop, he just takes it.

• Extreme jealousy, accusations, and paranoia

He was so jealous of Ed's relationship with Stede that he got the literal military involved. His explanation to for why Ed enjoys spending time with Stede was that he has "done something to [Ed's] brain." Like, what magic powers do you think he has, Izzy?

• Making acceptance or care conditional on a person’s choices

Izzy made it very clear that he would only support Ed if he conformed to the Blackbeard persona. He also seemed to have Ed convinced that there was no way he could survive without Izzy's support.

I just realized that if you subscribe to the headcanon that Izzy acts as a sort of caretaker to Ed (I do not) then all of this is way more fucked up.

• Constant criticism, ridicule, or teasing.

In season one he criticized everything Ed did, all his plans, even while telling him to come up with more plans. He ridiculed Ed and called him names pretty often: "twat, namby-pamby, insane." Even in season two when he's doing better, most of their interactions consist of Izzy teasing and making fun of Ed for being mopey or in love.

• Refusing to allow a person to spend time alone

I didn't think of this until now, but Izzy is often around when Ed thinks he's alone. He knows about things that happen in scenes he isn't in. Izzy's always sort of lurking, though? And he does it to everyone. So I'm not sure if we should count this one.

• Thwarting a person’s professional or personal goals

He's ok about piracy related goals, but as soon as Ed tried to do something other than that he got so weird about it. "This crew is so talented, why are we even being pirates?" is what got Izzy to threaten Ed. Which is interesting because he was fine with the retirement idea before, when he thought he'd get to be captain.

• Instilling feelings of self-doubt and worthlessness 

"insane unpleasant shell of a man merely posing as blackbeard." "I should have let the English kill you. This... whatever it is you've become is a fate worse than death."

• Gaslighting: making a person question their competence and even their basic perceptual experiences.

He called Ed insane and implied that the crew would mutiny if he wasn't there to stop them. This is clearly untrue, as we were already shown that his method of "massaging the crew" consisted of calling Ed half insane and pulling Fang's beard even though Fang hates that. The fact that he calls Ed insane more than once while at the same time trying to get him to act more insane seems like basic gaslighting to me. Then again, Izzy's definition of "insanity" may be like, depression, crying, showing emotions, loneliness, and enjoying softness.

[can't find a gif of this so just imagine Ed in the gravy basket with Hornigold saying "you're worried you're insane."]

Something that wasn't on this specific list but is generally considered part of emotional abuse is manipulation: the use of indirect tactics to change someone's thoughts, feelings, or behaviors in an attempt to influence them for personal gain.

I think Izzy often tries to be manipulative. He's not the greatest at it, but it's the thought that counts. He manages to be surprisingly successful through persistence and repetition.

He's got Ed convinced from the first time we see them that he is useless as a captain without Izzy. That's why Ed feels like he needs him. He tells him that the only thing standing between Ed and a crew constantly on the brink of mutiny is Izzy. Then he tells him that he will leave if he can't live up to his expectations.

He has a pattern of lying to Ed or not telling him the whole truth. He threatens him directly and indirectly in an attempt to influence him and control his behavior. He wants power, whether he gets it by becoming a captain when Ed retires or by making sure Ed remains powerful by any means necessary.

this is what he was apologizing for, along with the years of being terrible to Ed before Stede came into the picture. I never expected him to admit it so clearly like that. He fed Ed's "darkness," poked at his trauma for so long because he needed Blackbeard. It was something they did together, and he enjoyed Blackbeard's dominance and cruelty.

Of course there are other things that can be part of this kind of abuse, like infantilization, silence, and harassment. There are more examples of abusive behavior from Izzy at the start of season two, especially in the scene where Ed's asking Izzy to kill him. but I am not ready to get into that right now.

Anyway, Ed and Izzy's storylines in season two only make sense to me with this in mind. Ed is recovering from not only the suicide attempts but also this fucked up situation he was in, whether he realizes it or not. Izzy learns to stop being such a shitboy and admits he was wrong. ~growth~

if you interpret their relationship differently that's obviously fine. but I think this is the most interesting interpretation, as well as what was intended. It's no fun for me when people make them both equally awful to each other. I like it better as it is in the show: Ed fighting back against Izzy's emotional abuse with physical violence, which only ends up traumatizing him further. It's such a unique and fascinating story.

[lychee-drinks]

hewwo!!!! open requests??? don't mind if i do!!!

could you write some headcanons of gun and goo (separate) falling in love with a ridiculously strong (male if you can if not can be whatever) reader. like reader is strong enough to yeet people away with a flick of their wrist. unfortunately tho reader is poor as shit like daniel level poor. bbuuutttt they don't really care for money and just want to live peacefully. i wanna see the two fighting obssessed dummies pine for someone who doesn't want their money and will kick their asses if they bother them.

Headcanons for Gun and Goo falling in love with a strong, but poor Male! Reader who doesn’t care and wants a peaceful life

(A/N) It’s been awhile since I last really wrote headcanons like this so sorry if it kinda sucks or is too detailed because I kinda wrote a lot 🙏. Also do use he/him pronouns like once for reader in this.

Jonggun Park

When Gun first met you, it was infatuation at first sight. There was a big fight with many of the main cast that you somehow got yourself caught up in. Showing off your strength, Gun took off his glasses and was amazed.

After you managed to fight off some fodder fighters, Gun approached you with an offer.

“Join me, and you’ll be making hundreds of thousands.”

You obviously rejected and returned to your business.

Gun was really pissed, but he tossed it aside and decided to remember your name. But you definitely stayed on his mind, and he thought about you nonstop. He’d be hanging out with Goo and suddenly, he gets reminded that you just completely walked out on his offer and gets pissed.

But it wasn’t like how it was when he met Zack, Vasco and all the other guys. His infatuation was even deeper. Gun never heard of you before because you managed to keep such a low life. So, he did a bit of digging and learned that you were dirt poor.

So, Gun’s wondering why the hell you don’t want to become a fighter or crew later that could be making hundreds of thousands to help your current situation.

So, one day, he finds you out in public and approaches you.

“Fight me.”

You were clearly bothered. All you were doing were running errands and Gun, the guy who’s always involved in this gang stuff that you despise is asking you to fight him.

And Gun’s somewhat offended. He continues to ask you why. And you’re really annoyed, you list your reasons such as wanting to live a peaceful life, and the money didn’t matter to you if your life was always gonna be on the line.

He’s only a little bit more questioning until you turn around and try to kick him away. He barely blocks it, but there is a gear in him that turns at the kick. After that kick, he couldn’t help but just let you go.

So, it goes on. Gun’s thinking of you, every other encounter you get with him, he’s asking for you to join him and you reject. It almost always ends in you punching or kicking him.

Goo teases him, “You’ve got a crush on that guy don’t you.”

And Gun sits back and realizes that that might just be the case. Gun didn’t care when he saw a lot of the other cast members show off their skills. Your form was perfect, you didn’t want his money, you wanted a peaceful life, you cared about all the people in your life and… you were kinda handsome.

So, Gun really does have a crush on you. He can’t tell if it’s really just infatuation because you’re strong or that maybe it’s something more that he never felt, but he’s determined to get to know you.

Gun approaches you again. No offers except he just wants to know if you want to eat with him. It’s a lot different from how he usually is you notice. He caught you on a bad day where you had to miss days at work because you were sick, so you barely had anything to eat that day. Hesitantly you agree.

The two of you eat, and at the same time you get to know each other. He’s asking about your life, and you tell him. You grew up poor and still are, but if it means living a peaceful life, then you’d rather stay that way then get involved with gangs.

Although Gun’s usually quiet and reserved, he opens up. If he was going to explore this strange infatuation, then the least he could do was talk about his life when you knew so much.

But just as you thought this would be a normal interaction of two people, Gun asks to fight you at the end of it. And you’re obviously pissed and decline. But that’s not the end of him in your life.

Joongoo Kim

Usually, Goo is the type to mess around. His first encounter with you is him witnessing you fight. He’s blown away, glasses falling off his ears blown away. 

You make eye contact and ignore him, ready to just leave, but he approaches you and is upfront. 

“Become my secret friend.” He tells you, and you say no, walking off. He even offered you money, but you declined. 

Goo talks with Gun about you. How Goo met some cool guy recently and is very impressed by his talent (you). Goo is certain that he’ll cross paths with you again so, next time, he’ll just fight you. 

The two of you meet again eventually. It’s another gang war that you didn’t want to but got dragged into. Goo has a sword aimed at you, he’s not gonna take the fight seriously. but he wants to test you. 

Pissed off, you decide to go against him, but you weren’t gonna full on fight. Just try him out. 

Your hits are strong, strong enough for him to take it seriously. He’s struggling trying to block your attacks, which he likes. But once Goo is pinned down, you punch the concrete next to his face. 

“I don’t want to be involved in any of this gang shit.” And storm off. 

Goo does his own researching on you, and he discovers that you’re dirt poor and a strong fighter. So, he’s confused as to why you’re not exploiting your skills to get involved with him and Gun. Because he’s seen it before. 

One day you and him meet again, faced to face. He’s got a weapon in one hand aimed at you, “Why aren’t you taking my money?” 

You tell him that this gang stuff isn’t something you want long term. You want a peaceful life, even if it means you’re poor. It’s a typical story he’s probably heard millions of times, someone who would rather be poor over having millions. But he feels a bit of sympathy for you. 

When one gets involved in gangs, intentionally or not, it’s hard to escape it. But each time Goo meets you, it’s after some kind of fighting event. And he just asks you in his cheerful tone to join him, take his money, or both. And obviously you reject. 

Gun points out that Goo seems to have a crush on you or something because Gun has never seen Goo act so persistent with anybody. And it hits Goo. Maybe it’s the playing hard to get, but he’s curious about you and will stay persistent. 

[simpforchuchu]

Betrayal | Fujio x reader PART2

a/n: Hi, the second part of the Betrayal is heree :’))

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: not much just usual hnl things

Part1

There's always a morning for every night. The sun rises and sets every day. Life always goes on. And it was. But for 2 people in the city, everything was different now.

Y/n had paid hard for the consequences of her actions. She had chosen this path herself . She had done dirty work for years. But it was the first time she felt bad too deeply for she had betrayed someone

When did she care so much? When did someone become so precious to her that they could hurt her?

She couldn't even say to herself, "I did this for my mom." She had chosen this path in the first place. The fact that she had done it for her mother didn't change the fact that she had pulled herself into this swamp years ago.

And that fact had changed her.

She was quiet, not cocky, you couldn't see the arrogance she showed to protect herself.

But y/n wasn't the only one who had changed.

Life continued at Oya High School. But the silence of one was noticed by everyone.

Fujio Hanaoka had changed too.

Tsukasa's abduction and the injuries he received had deeply affected him. He was scared. But the fact that the person he loved was the one who caused it tore him to pieces.

Tsukasa was aware that something was not right. He didn't know Y/n very well, but he agreed when Todoroki told him there was something they didn't know. And they had to find it.

That's why Todoroki was meeting someone he shouldn't have met in a neighborhood he shouldn't have been tonight.

When Shoji Sameoka entered the garden of the empty building at the end of the street, he looked at the tall boy sitting on the stairs and smirked.

“I hope what you want to talk to me about is really important.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes, stood up slowly, and brushed the dust off of himself. He straightened his hair and nodded.

“Y/n, informer girl, you were there at that meeting, right?”

Shoji understood what was being asked. He slowly nodded

“Something doesn't feel right. She didn't deny that she betrayed for money, but… I don't know, I feel like she's lying.”

Shoji shook his head. He sat down on the stairs from which Todoroki had risen and looked at him.

“The situation is a bit complicated actually. She accepted the money, but she has her reasons.”

Shoji continued as Todoroki raised an eyebrow.

“When Amagai first gave her offer, she turned it down. She said she wouldn't betray you guys. But soon after, a knife was pressed to her throat.”

Todoroki looked at the braided boy in shock.

“So she agreed because she was afraid?”

Shoji shook his head.

“No, it's still not that simple. Again she refused and said she was not afraid. She knew Amagai was bluffing. But Amagai knew her secrets too.”

Todoroki was even more surprised. She wasn't afraid of dying, but was she afraid of what she was hiding?

“The girl's mother is sick. Amagai told her to get this money for her hospital expenses, but she still refused. She was quite surprised, too. I guess nobody knew. But this time Amagai threatened her that no doctor would look after her mother.”

“son of a bitch”

Shoji nodded his head as Todoroki cursed

“I hadn't even seen the expression on her face change until that moment. But at that moment, there was fear in her eyes. The only reason she have accepted must be her mother.”

Todoroki nodded slowly, he was sure now. The young girl had never wanted to betray Fujio. Would that be considered betrayal ? He didn't know either.

**

Fujio was sitting quietly by the river. He was struggling with his thoughts as he watched the running water.

Today was y/n's birthday. He had bought her a cute necklace a few months ago. He had spent most of his few months' pocket money to buy this necklace. He was sighing now, looking at the necklace in his hand.

He was angry at first. To her. To himself. To everything. But now he was just broken. The pain iin his heart had lessened, but he felt like it was still there and it always will be.

He squeezed the necklace in his hand angrily again and just as he was about to throw it into the river, he heard the voice of his friends. He slowly turned to them and saw Tsukasa and Todoroki looking at him with strange expressions.

**

Y/n was sitting in the hospital garden with her mother. The treatment was taking a long time, but y/n felt that her mother was getting better. She was supposed to be happy, but Fujio's disappointed face never left her mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother's sweet voice. She looked slowly in the direction she was looking and she saw several boys coming towards them. And yes Fujio was with them too.

Y/n looked at them in surprise. They weren't going to fight here, were they?

But no, it was not like what she expected. They were all smiling sweetly. Fujio too.

Y/n missed seeing his smile so much. She had realized that. He was smiling so beautifully. Beautiful enough to warm a person's heart.

“Good afternoon, we are your daughter's friends. We came to say hi.”

Y/n looked at Fujio in surprise as Y/n's mother warmly welcomed the boys. Did he want revenge? Why was he here? But Fujio was not like that. He wasn't as bad as her.

After a while, the young girl could only nodd her head when Fujio told everyone that they had to go to canteen to get coffee with Y/n.

"Don't worry, we are with your mother"

When Tsukasa said it with a smile, y/n felt so bad that she wanted to cry right there. Hadn't Tsukasa been beaten because of her?

She and Fujio made their way to the canteen in silence. But before the young boy entered the canteen, he made his way to the empty corridor of the hospital. Y/n followed him silently.

Fujio slowly turned to her and smiled.

“Why are you so quiet? Or are you sick? I know you're taking care of your mother, but you have to take care of yourself too."

Y/n looked at the young boy's face for a while in surprise. Then she wanted to turn away without saying anything, but Fujio grabbed her arm and turned her towards him. The young girl's eyes were red, it was obvious that she was holding back from crying.

“Y/n…”

“Let me go Fujio. I don't know what you're trying to do, but I beg you, let me go."

The girl's voice trembled. Y/n pulled back as Fujio wanted to gently caress her cheek.

"How ? How can you be so good Fujio? I…I BETRAYED YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. A lot of people have been hurt because of me. You were hurt because of me. How ?"

Fujio smiled and shook his head.

"Why didn't you tell me your mother was sick?"

Y/n looked at him confused.

“What?”

"Why did not you tell ? When I asked you if he threatened you, why didn't you tell me the truth?"

Y/n shouted in anger.

“What difference does it make?!”

Fujio smiled

“It makes a difference y/n. Now I know the truth. I know you wouldn't admit it even when a knife was pressed to your throat. And that he left you no choice.”

Fujio approached her again as Y/n looked at him with tears in her eyes.

“Y/n, you are so precious to me.”

A small sob escaped Y/n's lips and she shook her head and shouted.

“The result of what I do is important Fujio! No one gives a fuck about the reasons!”

“I do. It's important to me y/n. It should be for you too.”

Fujio slowly wiped her tears with his thumb as Y/n looked at him crying. Fujio hugged her tightly as Y/n started to sob.

“I forgive you y/n. Really. I know that everything will not be the same as before. I want it to be much better.”

Fujio let her cry silently for a while as the young girl hugged him tightly, holding on tightly to his shirt.

Once Y/n calmed down a bit, she slowly broke away from him and saw Fujio still smiling at her the same way.

“Everyone knows the truth. Everyone thinks the same as me.”

Y/n nodded

"I'm sorry" the young girl whispered repeatedly, Fujio stroked her hair and looked into the young girl's eyes

"I love you."

Fujio smiled and shook his head as Y/n looked at him in surprise at what she had heard.

“You heard right. I love you. I've been feeling this way for a long time. And today… happy birthday y/n.”

Y/n couldn't help tearing up again when she saw the necklace that the young boy had taken out of his pocket. When Fujio placed the necklace in her hands, y/n smiled and looked at the young boy.

For a few seconds they stared into each other's eyes in silence. Nothing was said. Y/n slowly put her hand on the younger boy's cheek and caressed it.

Neither of them expected this to happen. A slow, sweet and loving kiss. It was a combination of many emotions. As Y/n slowly pulled away, Fujio rested his forehead on hers. Y/n didn't want to waste any time. She smiled and whispered.

"I love you."

Fujio smiled too. Both of their hearts were beating very fast. They wanted this moment to last forever.

But at that moment, a loud noise was heard from the cleaning cabinet at the end of the hall. As expected, the curious Oya students were watching them and of course they had to ruin this amazing moment…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx  @satraninalane @thatpoindexterpixy

[clavissionary-position]

What Emma Would Do

Ignore me. This is just me working through my own thoughts and feelings on this. Also I'm an idiot.

***BIG EDIT: I misread and misinterpreted. Azel was nearly drugged and SA'd, so his reaction, however cruel, makes complete sense to me. If he was real I couldn't apologize to him enough.

Moving @/caffedrine's billion-dollar comments up here.

My original, misguided post is below the cut if you're interested.

I have to ask myself what Emma would do. Within reason. And only within the scope of this fictional game, because I'm not about to touch this topic as it exists in the real world. That's for people much smarter than me.

But for the game, my dismissing of Azel as a cruel misogynist without seeing his circumstances and worldview shuts down the conversation the same way it does when Azel dismisses a woman as a slut without seeing her circumstances and worldview.

(Did he actually use the word 'slut' or did google just translate 痴女 like that for me... I should double-check... edit: oh my bad, he calls her a "female molester", which... I can't say he's wrong considering she tried to give him an aphrodisiac...? The word also means "stupid woman", so he could very well have meant it that way too, especially for some reasons I get into later in the post.)

Soooo, he didn't actually call her a slut. I'm an idiot 😌 I'm sorry, Azel. Dunno if any of my points below mean anything, but I'll leave it here anyway:

The running theme in Ikepri is to look beyond the beast and see the human inside. To meet them halfway. To see their heart. And that heart is always so very terribly scarred. All these guys have gone through their own traumas and come out the other end behaving in ways designed to be armor, to protect themselves from any further pain.

I can only speculate about Azel this early in his story arc, but being showered with the same adoration and reverence that people only show a god, day in and day out, probably fucks with your mentality a bit if you are still only human at the end of the day. Having women try to seduce you only because you're The Living God, well, we saw what that kind of shallow treatment did to Silvio. Women see you as an object and so women become objects to you. You want to be loved, but you don't want to be hurt.

That might only be scratching the surface with Azel, though. He's also clearly jaded from listening to the same old interpersonal problems people have when in relationships. Love is actual trash to him, not even worth a single penny. It's trash because the very people who follow him prove it to him on a daily basis, I imagine.

Yet that's still not the full picture. I mean, we obviously won't have the full picture until his main route drops, but there's another key factor to consider with Azel.

He quotes Pascal in Licht's sequel. "Man is only a reed, the weakest thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed." The full quote goes onto say:

"All our dignity consists, then, in thought. This is the basis on which we must raise ourselves, and not space and time, which we would not know how to fill. Let us make it our task, then, to think well: here is the principle of morality.”

(Did I read the entire context of the quote? HA! What do you take me for? A scholar or something?)

Free will and independent thought is arguably the most important thing to Azel. He has no respect for the sheep who flock to him for direction (though he'll happily take their money and tributes). Even with the dancer who tried to seduce him in the prologue, when he tells her to lick up the food she dropped after he tripped her, he presents it as a choice. Nevermind that the staggeringly unequal power dynamics at play made it so this was nothing short of coercion in the end; there was no way the dancer was in a position to stand up for herself and say no, even if that's exactly what Azel wanted. But from his perspective, defiance would have been welcome. That's why he phrased it as a choice. That she started licking up the food only solidified in Azel's mind that this woman is an unthinking reed without dignity. If you're going to act like trash, he'll treat you like trash... maybe that was part of his thinking.

On a slightly different note, I think another reason he hates the idea of love so much is because love makes people lose their ability to reason, to think. I believe he outright says as much, iirc.

In the end, I don't know from where exactly Azel's fury and cruelty comes from. It could be all of these things, it might be something else entirely. All I can think is, you can't be 'God' everyday and not be scarred by humans.

In conclusion, I can't excuse Azel's behavior. I don't excuse it. But I think Emma would try to understand the why of it, like she does in any other route. The other running theme in Ikepri is that, as a certain someone would put it, the essence of all people is love. It's their environment that twists them. Somewhere in Azel is the purest kind of love. A kind that would make any god look away in shame. That's what I want to believe in, anyhow.

Also, I need stress that I was SO wrong about whether he actually called the dancer a slut or not. Google fucked me over by translating it that way! Ah, Azel, I'm so sorry!

[zaenaris]

Thinking about how Inupi and Koko were introduced in an ambiguous way to make us think they were the bad guys and how their queerness was introduced ~after~ revealing they were positive characters and not to emphasize there was something wrong with them

I binge read the story from vol.9/ bloody Halloween to Senju’s introduction but ig that it must have been quite a journey to read chapters weekly and to see, step by step, how 🐶🈁,that were introduced as secondary characters, ended up with a quite surprisingly evolution, considering they’re not even main characters and that (beside’s Inupi’s connection with BD) their own tragic past isn’t related to the main plot.

Before their backstory, we see in both the presents TL (besides the final one) that when they’re together, they’re criminals...

and even Takemichi’s enemies in Manila TL.

Before the kidnapping, if we pay attention, the info we have about 🈁🐶 are that

they’re introduced as executives in the 1st Bad Toman TL-Inupi being protective ok Koko

they’re executives in Taiju’s BD

there’s a promise involved, but it’s unclear what it’s about

🐶 asks twice to 🈁 what he wants to do and Koko confirms he will stick with Inupi (fruity)

turns out it was 🐶 that wanted to recreate the BD (but we still don’t know why) and that 🈁 helped him introducing him Taiju

🐶🈁 join Takemichi’s division after the Christmas battle

once again are Toman’s dirigents in Manila TL, Taijusays somethin about Inupi's past with BD and Izana and Koko's being the gang wallet

bonus point, the homoerotic af inner cover of volume 14, where it seems like they're gonna kiss (and for a reason!)

At that point, readers/watchers have no reason to trust them and, beside the “promise/sticking with you” scene that implies something more, we knew nothing really “personal” about them.

So when they’re ambushed and for a moment the narration makes you think they’re the traitors, trying to blame Michi;the reader, just like Takemichi, has doubts, (love how Wakui drawn Inupi in such an ambiguous way lol) only to be immediately contradicted.

🈁🐶 genuinely have no bad intentions, they’re just trying to live without being used by others.

🐶 wanted to recreate the BD because (we learn later) Shin was his hero and the founder of BD (we already knew that from 2017!Taiju), but Taiju wanted 🈁 money making ability--->🈁 only listens to🐶(ch.141) and things finally makes sense,

🈁 sacrifices himself to save 🐶 and 🍀. In their hideout,🐶confirms he didn’t want BD to degenerate like that but it happened anyway, he himself got used to Izana's violent methods. He confirms he would die for 🈁 that has always been by his side even if he considers himself useless and 🍀 (and he readers) understand that 🈁🐶 are good kids at heart. Now it’s established they’re with “the good guys”, Takemichi even compare his and Hina relationship to 🐶🈁, we get they care very much for the other. The queer aspect starts being prominent from here.

And then ofc, the kiss.

But before that, just a reminder that, for a long time, queer coded villains had been a thing, especially when it wasn’t suitable to have explicit queer characters but you had to show they were evil, so you make them queer coded because it was not the norm (see many Disn&y villains); ofc in the story of literature/media there aren’t only examples of evil queer coded characters, there are positive characters too, it’s just an example and it happens also in Asian medias obviously.

It could have been “easy” for another writer or in different historical period to show the queerness of their relationship immediately, in one way or another to show, according old narrative styles, that we couldn’t trust them, only to subvert it later. But I really appreciate it was decided to give just a very small hint (promise/stick with you) and then later, once we are sure that’s they are good guys, another layer was added to their story, making us understand how traumatic, visceral and complicated their relationship is. Regardless of anyone’s personal interpretation, the queer factor in their subplot cannot be denied. There are 2 couple that kiss on screen, one is the male protagonist and his female love interest (granted, no one is surprised) and the other is kokonui.

🈁 was well aware of what he was doing and WHO was kissing. We see all of his torments, we understand why 🐶🈁 relationship is so complicated, why 🐶fears Koko doesn’t see him as Seishu but as Akane and why 🈁fears that Inupi is using him for money and his personal interest like everyone else.

Their kiss is treated by the narration with utmost respect and it essential to understand these characters (their official characters songs emphasize the importance of this moment as well). And it’s important to humanize them, to add a layer, to give them complexity, not to vilify them. They realize that, even if they’re ready to do anything for the other, it’s getting impossible to be together, too many traumas and misunderstandings piled up Turing the years. They part still wishing the best to the other, which, considering they’re 16 and their traumatic past, is still more emotionally mature then many breakups between adults.

Do we want to talk about how the “characters having a moment in the rain” is literally a romantic trope? Besides Bonten, where it’s implied they never saw each other again, in the last/Kanto Manji arc, it’s enough to see each other once (because in the end, 🈁 needed help and the person he trusts the most is still 🐶even after 2+ years they had no contacts) for 🐶 to understand that 🈁 is not okay.

For how rushed the final arc is (on a human level, I get that Wakui was burn out and had to finish asap), I really appreciate that he still found time to give a conclusion to 🐶🈁 sub plot that, more than any other secondary characters, was given the chance to evolve during the years and to reach a conclusion that was also a new beginning, because these traumas aren’t solved in a day, but now we know the elephant in the room has been faced, 🈁admitted his problems and decides to stay with 🐶 because that’s what he really wants. They have all the time to mend their relationship, this time with no fears nor misunderstandings

[kaisa-ryo]

Nanami Kento NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

♡♡♡

A = Aftercare.

Doing things together. Taking a shower, having a whiskey while sitting on the balcony, discussing the news, whatever. The important thing is that you are there for him the whole time.

B = Body part.

The hands. A man doesn't show it, but he's fascinated to the point of butterflies in his stomach by the miniaturization of this body part, especially the big difference with his hand. Everyone you know has noticed how he sometimes stares at your hands while you're writing, sipping from a cup, or quietly tapping your fingernails on the table. But none of these things can enthrall him as much as the mere presence of a wedding ring on your ring finger that he'll put on you one day.

C = Cum.

Exclusively into a condom. First: prevention of unpleasant consequences is always his first priority. Secondly: he doesn't like to get it all over you because he knows how hard it can be to clean it up.

D = Dirty secret.

Definitely sex on his desk when there wouldn't be a soul in the entire office. He'd lean his head back in his chair and visualize in detail how he'd sweep the sheets of paper and all the fucking paperwork off the floor to sit you on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs wide and driving your fragile body into the desk.

E = Experience.

As Kento himself stated, for most of his life he believed that money was the most important thing. That's why he almost always exhausted himself working long hours at the office. From this, it's not hard to guess that he didn't have enough time for relationships. So, from time to time, you yourself had to teach him what you know. You once even booked a session with a sexologist who helped you a lot. It may be hard to call him a professional, but he is now quite good at it and plans to take it even further in the future.

F = Favorite position.

There is no body position that is less or more arousing. Simply put, everything feels the same. However, there is a plus side to this - you don't have to think about what position to get into next. As experience shows, this is one of the most pleasant aspects of intimate life. Besides, the absence of clear preferences means complete freedom, doesn't it?

G = Goofy (Is he serious at this point?)

He cares about you more than anything else in the world, accordingly, your needs aren't nothing to him either. He is so sweet when he tries to make you feel good over and over again. Sometimes he is not so empathetic, then you usually observe him depressed and immediately realize that something is wrong (more often than not, he is just very tired after work). This is the main reason why you never pressure him with your availability. He tells you a thousand "sorrys" but you know it's not his fault. Back to our rams, Nanami is definitely someone who is serious about all things, including sex. As stated earlier, he's only started to gain experience with you, but even simple techniques sometimes make you marvel and feel euphoric. It's a sin not to call him "daddy", if you know what I mean.

H = Hair.

Evaluating his appearance, which includes styled hair, perfectly clean and ironed business suits and just a nice perfume scent, you can say that everything is perfect underneath too. And indeed, it was. Even though he didn't have an active sex life before you, Nanami believed that if it was neat, it was everywhere. There was a time when you complimented him on it, but he didn't pay much attention to the compliment. I guess someone's doomed to be forever pathos and nerdy about aesthetics.

I = Intimacy.

Speaking of romance, his love language is care in all its forms. Burned by touching a recently boiled kettle? He'll immediately bring your hand to the cold water, and then, in an almost commanding tone, ask you to sit with ice in your hand until each cube melts completely. Did your selfish boss at work make you work overtime? After your five minute tantrum, Kento will cuddle up to you, stroking your head and kissing the top of your head, telling you that everything will be okay and that you'll get over everything. Did the cycle start the moment you ran out of pads and tampons at home? For him, it will not be a problem to purchase an extra time with all the necessary hygiene products, in which he has recently begun to understand. It is impossible to put into words what he does for you with immense love. When he says "you're the best thing that ever happened to me", he really feels it. Always, despite how he looks right now - drunk, perpetually exhausted, serious and frowning - he realizes how sweet and desirable he is to you. And you can't freaking dislike that.

J = Jack off.

Do you really think he needs this?

K = Kink.

Total Control. As scary as it sounds, knowing how wonderful Nanami is, both in work and in bed he needs control. At least partial control. Of course, it's unlikely he'll ever get to the point of shibari or blindfolds, but who knows... You can do a lot of things if you want to, especially if you're unpredictable. And Nanami is no exception.

L = Location.

He's more of a homebody.

- Who invented sex in public places? Exhibitionist lust, that's all.

But at home, the variety is off the charts: bed, couch, kitchen table, bathtub. You'll find comfort everywhere. And the pleasure doesn't fade. It's beautiful! What is even better - no unnecessary fiddling: where and when is better, so that no one will notice you. Convenient and practical. But if suddenly in front of him in public do something obscene, wait until he comes up to you to lean into your ear and whisper "at home for this you will repay with your body, understand me correctly". Then you will have to tense up at his words and try to behave normally for the rest of the day, while inside you are curdling up either from tension or from impatience of how he will punish you for your slutty behavior....

M = Motivation.

He gets turned on by the way you give blowjobs. Especially when you give it completely spontaneously. It drives him crazy. And then there's that irresistible smile you have afterwards. He wants to feel it again and again. And you like to enjoy it with him. He likes that side of you. He likes to feel in charge of the couple. You kind of listen to him because you're smart and know very well what he wants. For example, you notice nuances that he doesn't pay attention to: when he comes, his jaw drops, he leans back and falls silent. The key is not to overdo it; you don't want these moments of pleasure to become predictable, do you?

N = No.

Any harm. It doesn't matter what kind, physical, moral... nothing is worth the health of both of you. You won't even hear the word "slut" in his vocabulary because it won't even occur to him to say it about you. Ever. He will always call you sweet, beautiful and unique, even if it doesn't excite you at all. But to defile you with a word that sounds like a stigma these days... or to just keep going when you ask him to stop is something he'll never resort to.

O = Oral.

A little bit of everything. When it comes to sincerity, a man will of course say "receiving". One reason is that there's no need to gain experience, you just sit back and get high while the girl literally pulls all the seed out of you, which becomes a reward at the end for the lovely passerby. And what an angle! Oh... how marvelous you are sitting on your lap as you slowly capture the entire length, shivering with pleasure. And he just sighs languidly, head cocked back... your fingers freeze a few centimeters from the most sensitive spot, and it's as if he's afraid to move, to create an unnecessary vibration that will interrupt such a delightful process. You're so eager to inhale through open lips that you don't even notice his smirk when he loosens his grip on your hair, giving you a breath of air.

As for cunnilingus, this kind of erotic stimulation is quite special and the most sophisticated thing a man can offer. At least, that's what Kento thinks. Moving your hips back and forth while the cock is inside the girl can be done by absolutely anyone, but to pull off unthinkable tricks with the pussy: masterful use of the tongue, stimulation with fingers, the ability to stretch the orgasm... for such things you need experience, and that's why a young man will always ask at the right moment everything you would like Kento to do.

P = Pace.

If you've ever watched porn, you'll immediately realize that he moves just like he does in those very videos. The only thing you'll want to consider is his sudden pauses. They make the scene even more intense, especially moments before orgasm. But what they mean you can only guess, because you don't have the courage to ask him about it. Suddenly you will inadvertently touch on a painful topic for him. This kind of curiosity is better to keep to yourself. Although it would be funny if the real reason for all this is just to tease you.

Q = Quickie.

Oh, although he can't be called "youngster" for a long time now, they didn't make him any slower in the crucial moments of the year. How many times did you cum early just because he suddenly started speeding up, and you didn't even have time to get used to the pace he was picking up. It seemed like every thrust he gave you was as sobering as a slap. He got stronger and stronger from second to second-as if he wasn't so much giving himself away as holding you by the hair and thrusting his hips harder and harder. Once in a while, he remembered to mutter something to himself, but you couldn't hear him over your own heavy breathing and the shaking of your bodies. But the tenser you got, the louder his voice got.

R = Risk.

Strongly against it. Not because it's not his type, but because it will end badly for both of you, especially you.

S = Stamina.

Baby, if you'd seen him fighting curses, you'd have no doubt about his incredibly high stamina. However, that doesn't mean you fuck for 5-10 rounds, because one of you will get bored on the third round. And no stimulation will not help, because in this case you just gallop like a colt. And he's bored to death by these fucks. So he tries to avoid it.

- I see you're getting tired of it - the man remarks, sluggishly thrusting into your thighs. The slow pace has been going on for a few minutes now, and each of you has been thinking about something different, not wanting to follow through.

- What, oh yes... ah! Cumming!

- Y/n, don't overdo it, go take a shower.

T = Toys.

Doesn't mind them if you suddenly suggest them, but still doesn't understand why so pervert the process of essentially ordinary child conception. In general, a supporter of all things traditional.

- What's the point of these weird devices? They're just plain rip-offs, if you ask me.

- Nanami! Learn to enjoy life already!

U = Unfair (likes to tease).

He tried it once. To be honest, he didn't know what to do for a long time. You begged him to come back inside you because your orgasm was so close. How could he say no to someone like you? He began to move into you as slowly as if he were wading through a thicket of nettles. You felt so good, you were arching and arching, breathing so hard. And he kept delaying, as if he were stalling for something important to him (we both know what it was, don't we?), and suddenly he came at the last, decisive point, not very hard, but just completely. And right at that moment, when your back tensed, clenching painfully, and a wave went through your legs... You even shrieked in surprise, and immediately collapsed. For Nanami, this was... unusual and mesmerizing. Don't worry, baby, he'll do it again.

V = Volume.

The first time you were discouraged by how loud and bassy he can growl and moan... especially at climactic moments.

W = Wild card.

Another day where you complained about how hard it was to take care of your long hair. Your entire speech was filled with outrages about how unpleasant it is to go to bed with a wet head, and how expensive popular hair care products are.

- Just cut it off.

I suppose you could start exclaiming about how long you had to grow it out after the bob and how beautiful it was and so on, but damn you for being flirty this time.

- Just like that? What are you going to put on your fist?

Such a spontaneous phrase made him freeze and get stuck in his own thoughts, and later not only finding hair sexy, but being able to actually wind it around his fist more often, sneaking up behind you and flexing your body across the kitchen table, fucking so well, squeezing his fist harder with each thrust.

Y = Yearning.

You don't want to hit on him at the end of a hard day's work. Chances are, he'll probably refuse your request to even give you a blow job. Other than that, he will never take his anger out on sex with you or force it. 4/10

Z = Zzz (How fast he falls asleep).

In the first minute. It's important that you stay in bed all night, it makes him wake up quickly.

♡♡♡

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

>They are really following the “saving child shigaraki” path 💀

No? Well, yes, but Deku seeing what happened to Tenko and talking to Tenko was always going to happen, it doesn't mean that only child Tenko gets saved lol. Tenko is Shigaraki's origin, his core, his genuine ideas, his honne (true feelings and desires). Of course Deku has to understand and save Tenko to save adult!Tenko, lol. Nobody seemed to complain when child!Ochako was talking to child!Himiko and etc., so what's up with some people's attitude now? 😭

I think the fandom is a bit paranoid because they really fear some theories.

I sometimes entertain those theories just to fuck around and create what ifs. It's a mere childplay. "Oh what if the school burned today and we all graduated earlier" type of mindset. The odds of it happening are non-existent, but c'mon. Unless you plan to burn the school yourself or you know someone will try, the odds are almost zero.

"but somewhere in the world a school burned—"

Sure, some mangas decide to end things the worst way possible only to cause shock, to fuck with fans, for money, sometimes simply because they don't understand their own stories. Even the big mangas is subjected to that. The author can go bananas for whatever reason and give you a terrible ending.

From my perspective, Horikoshi has rarely lost sight of the story he wants to tell. If he opens a plotline, he takes care to close it later. We got our traitor, we got the resolution with the Todorokis, we got AFO, class 1B, the villain comebacks...

Even when there were moments I knew Horikoshi went a little on the tangent (like Stars and Stripes) he was quick to return to the main issue. In bnha, to get an answer for your question you only have to wait for the manga to explain it— or in some cases, check the spin-off. If the answer is not in bnha itself, it normally is in the Vigilantes manga.

When someone asks me "Hey Shan, do you think that is possible?" the correct answer is always yes, because as long as the story is not over anything can happen. Objectively speaking, yes, it is as possible as anything else. As long as you're alive a lightning strike can hit you. A shark can bite you. An alien can come for you. The odds are there.

Now, is it probable?

No, not much.

Turning Tomura into a child to erase his crimes and resolve Deku's role within the plot is not only the lazy route, but also a disservice to the story. People don't resurrect out of nowhere in bnha. Limbs don't grow again. This is a story where the consequences are permanent. Even saving Mirio had a cost. There are only a few characters that can magically heal and their participation is soo little, it's almost as if they weren't there.

Each story has rules. You don't care about the real life rules or your own law code or whatever; you care about the inner rules of that story.

So far, Horikoshi has taken care of not breaking the inner rules of bnha. Why would he do so now?

Another bnha trait is that it doesn't stay stagnant on a plotline that is interesting yet irrelevant to the main story. It also doesn't hurry the story if it needs to go down a certain path. It will happen on its own time, after the events that need to happen had happened too. Example: saving Tomura has been a whole process. If Horikoshi were to turn Tomura into a child, why would he show all that he has shown us?

That's 'cause Horikoshi is explaining Deku's choice of saving Tomura. I know the trend of separating Tomura from Tenko, but it's absurd. They are one and the same. The kid is the adult and vice versa. You save the kid version, you save the adult one too. In order to save the adult one, you need to save the kid first. And if you went all the way to save that person, why would you want to erase all of it and turn them into a child again?

Isn't the story about how Deku giving little Tenko a chance? Isn't the story about Deku telling others they can do the impossible? Didn't Nighteye say that Deku could change the future and now we see him also changing the past, if only to allow the present to be a little more bearable? Livable?

I'll say this here: the theory that dictates that the heroes will turn the villains into kids to save them and the villains will stay like that has absolutely no foundation within the story.

If it happens, it's bad writing.

Horikoshi uses the kid images as symbolism. It is meant to represent the core of a person. It's the part of them that would never change, the part of them that dictates their dreams and goals, what they hate and love, who they are. It's the most basic of their forms, their essence, their soul if you want to speak on those terms.

Heroes are meant to connect with those parts of a human in order to save them, because the job of a hero is not only saving the body, but the human as a whole. To preserve hope, to heal past wounds and give people a reason to smile. To help people laugh as a kid again, to bring back their wonder and their innocence, to fight the apathy and the cynical part of themselves.

Bnha is fantasy. People have powers. The dead can communicate with the living. Of course that the heroes can talk with the childhood versions of the people to heal their past traumas.

Easy as that.

I can't say for sure if the villains will live or die. I only have my opinion (they'll live), but I am not the author. Horikoshi can have an epiphany tomorrow and kill everyone in the story with a meteor. Idk.

I can only say that Horikoshi has presented a cohesive and coherent writing, one that follows the lines it dictates to their natural conclusion. If things stay like that, there's no need to fear none of the crazy theories circulating the fandom. At the end of the day that's all they are, theories.

[sickeningly-sweet-letters]

Hello can give yandere actor x fem reader please 🙏 😊

hello! i hope i havent been gone for- wait what do you mean its 2024?! i’m so sorry anon, and everyone for vanishing for months!

i hope i can write more this year! requests are open but i can’t promise how long it’ll take for me to get to them!

looking back now, wow i made this maybe too long-

i hope you like bratty yanderes lmao, anyways, here we go!

🌻 yandere actor x fem! reader

- yandere actor who’s been in the industry since they were but a young child. an accomplished actor known for their emotional scenes and many tear-jerker appearances..

- so imagine your surprise when their real personality is cockier and confident than you’d ever expect from behind the scenes.. but imagine their surprise when a new actor shows up and threatens their newest film! how annoyingly cute and naive you were..

- it made them wanna crush you. what? this industry is brutal and it’d be kinder to break you in a little now! well, thats what they thought, but you only responded to their condescending comments and childish teasing with your increasingly dwindling patience and maturity.. maybe you could survive here after all.

- their teasing went from malicious to just trying to banter with you.. wait- why did you tell on them?! they got pulled aside and told to be nicer to the new actress.. you snitch! how could you? they came running towards you and started crying out an apology, in a familiarly childish and bratty way.

- unfortunately for you, their acting managed to sway your heart into forgiving them.. what a gentle girl.. they wanted to see more of your acting! they began asking you if you’d ever been in any other films or projects.. come on, y/n! tell them! tell them! they’ve daydreamed of so many possible scenes together and their imagination isn’t enough anymore!

- y/n, this cafe is super yummy, why cant you go get a nice bite to eat after filming? y/n, do you like your set outfit today? they can’t believe you’re wearing matching outfits this scene! y/n, why don’t we do behind the scene videos together? y/n, can they come hang out at your house? y/n! y/n!

Y/N! pay attention to them!

- you were exhausted after every shooting since they always asked to spend time with you, and even on free days when they blew up your phone with sending cute selfies of them.. how did they get your number? isn’t it obvious? they asked the film crew! besides, you’re lucky they even have your number on their phone!

- you weren’t free from them even after production ended.. because for some reason, all the films and shows you were casted to come on, they were casted as well.. its especially odd with how many times you’ve been offered to play the female lead of a romance movie, with them as your main love interest.

- but this was hardly a coincidence, their connections sure came in handy here. they made sure you either took all the roles they gave you, or none at all. you were just so unprofessional during that important first movie that nobody else would cast you! so just take these and act with them again! they didn’t wanna act without you as the female lead!

- they would lie, sabotage and cry.. whatever it took for you to hang out with them again. they even stalked all your social medias and wanted more of you. so they decided to make more content about you! they took as many photos as they could, during makeup and dressing, during filming.. during your daily life.. wherever and whenever there was a chance for a photo to be taken without you knowing. how could they not? you’re just so precious!

- they constantly nagged you to go out with them and they acted all cute to keep you from getting too angry at them.. and if it doesn’t work, they can always cry.. you had such a soft spot for their tears.. you’re too good for this industry, doll face. you should just move in with them so you can hang out all the time! they’ll bring in all money!

- they tried to be nice and ask politely but if you refused.. they’d use their last resort. they starting crying and insisted the two of you go get drinks again at the cafe they liked. because you made them cry! its your fault! dummy y/n!

- once they were calm again, they went through with their last resort because it just wasn’t worth letting others see your acting.. it wasn’t worth letting others see you at all! thankfully, they lovingly took you in after you passed out after you finishing drinking your favorite tea/coffee.

- they brought you to your home, your new forever home! isn’t that so kind of them? they have top security since they’re such a top-grade actor! theres no way you’ll escape now.. and its really your fault, doll face. they gave you the nice way but you chose the hard way!

- if you even suggest leaving, they’ll start crying and throwing a fit about you not loving them.. and if you actually try to escape.. well, they’re not above breaking your legs, only to tend to you like the sweetheart they are.. it was your fault, doll face.

its always your fault they have to go to such extremes. but why don’t you forget about this for now and cuddle while watching your fateful first film together again? you know they won’t take a “no” doll face.

[drades-lair]

Gallow Walker

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Charlie/Vaggie, HuskerDust

Drade’s presence in the hotel was quickly becoming like the waves lapping at the shore before the arrival of a storm. Sticking her nose in every bit of business she could find while simultaneously remaining mostly disinterested in the goings on in said hotel, today was no different with the group seemingly running around like chickens with their heads cut off meanwhile Drade just tended to her own affairs in her room until a familiar voice caught her attention from downstairs. Moving to the top of the staircase where sure enough she caught sight of Lucifer chatting with Charlie in the main lobby.

“Lucifer?” Drade spoke up instantly drawing everyone’s attention in her direction, but most of all Lucifer turned to regard the smooth velvety tone that had said his name.

“Drade? Is that really you? Fuck, how long’s it been?” Lucifer questioned moving in Drade’s direction to meet her at the bottom of the staircase.

“Too long, my old friend,” Drade retorted, embracing Lucifer despite having to lean down due to their height difference.

“Agreed, glad to see you’re the same as ever,” Lucifer chuckled pulling from the hug.

“Yep, business as always…I heard about you and Lilith, condolences,” Drade explained offering a sympathetic smile.

“Oh, right, thank you.” Lucifer retorted.

“Anyway pleasure to see you again, I’ve got business to attend too and I’m sure Charlie can’t wait to show you around the hotel, but we really must catch up sometime real soon,” Drade declared heading back up the stairs towards her room.

The red heads mind raced as she attempted to focus, closing her bedroom door as she strode to a large ornate vanity that sat opposite her four poster bed. A frown settled upon Drade’s features, a wave of her hand revealing a contract upon silver parchment with the words ‘Gallow walker’ written near the top and a blank signature space below. Brow furrowed she looked upon the parchment, releasing a heavy indecisive sigh after a few moments indicating there was an internal debate taking place. The parchment drifted to the vanity’s surface where Drade ran a hand over it before turning to go sit in one of the high back chairs near the window, pulling out her phone to continue with the business she’d started that morning.

Sometime later, a ruckus erupted outside causing Drade to stand up and glance out her window just in time to witness Alastor in his demon form feeding on some foolish loan sharks. Chuckling to herself, Drade enjoyed the short show only to hear her phone go off just as Alastor finished his little tirade. Glancing over to the small table beside her high back chair where said phone sat with a message on the screen stating a deposit of money had been made to her leading to the pensive look returning to her features. Casually folding her arms over one another Drade watched the sun dip low into twilight when a knock at her door drew the red heads attention.

“Enter,” Drade permitted not moving from the window.

“Hey, figured I’d drop in for a final farewell,” Lucifer stated entering the room.

“I appreciate that,” Drade stated.

“Still haven’t accepted that contract, huh?” Lucifer asked gesturing to the silver parchment sitting upon Drade’s vanity.

“You know I’ve never had a reason to do so,” Drade responded, following the gesture with her eyes.

“Yeah, I remember. Still you pulled that out must mean you’re giving it some serious consideration,” Lucifer retorted.

“Charlie is renewing my conviction, perhaps if hell is willing to listen even if their the only ones…it might make it worth it,” Drade admitted.

“Is that why you haven’t high tailed it out of here?” Lucifer inquired with a cheeky smirk.

“What do you mean?” Drade asked in turn, turning around to face Lucifer.

“Please, you don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in my own kingdom? You came here looking for a soul related to your latest…endeavors,” Lucifer explained, twirling his staff.

“Humph, fair enough. Yes, I completed my task a couple days ago and today I got my payment for his demise,” Drade confirmed with a soft chuckle.

“Yet you’re still here and…looking at your contract,” Lucifer persisted, tapping his staff on the floor to lean on it with both hands.

“Are you really encouraging me to be responsible?” Drade inquired with a quarrying eyebrow raise and a smirk.

“Touche,” Lucifer chuckled.

“Perhaps it is time…either way it was nice to see you again,” Drade finished shooting a sincere smile towards Lucifer.

“That it was, farewell…till next time,” Lucifer bowed with a wink then vanished.

A couple hours of contemplation led Drade to leave her room, moving to the lobby downstairs where she found Charlie sitting on the couch staring into the fireplace. Drade moved to sit in the armchair across from the couch with Charlie wearily watching her.

“You look tired,” Drade commented upon sitting in the chair, crossing one leg over the other.

“I am…but I can’t sleep,” Charlie answered, resting her chin on her hand while returning her gaze to the fireplace.

“Hmm, what troubles you young one?” Drade inquired, tone gentle as she leaned back.

“Dad said he’d get me a meeting with heaven tomorrow…which I want! But…I’m scared…” Charlie confessed.

“I see…you still wish to try to get heaven to listen,” Drade commented.

“I know it sounds insane…despite what everyone thinks though I’m not naïve, I understand there are some souls that cannot be saved and that’s fine, but…there are so many souls who’ve made one small mistake or one little misstep, we all make mistakes…they don’t deserve damnation for that,” Charlie explained, head lowering as she gestured with her hands absently.

“Humph, do you know how I met your parents?” Drade inquired with a small smile.

“N-No, Dad mentioned on occasion he knew you from his days in heaven, but nothing specific,” Charlie answered.

“I did know them in heaven, I would visit on occasion for various reasons and during those days’ things were…nicer…better…however as time went on the other angels grew selfish, discouraging Lucifer’s dreams as it wasn’t ‘their’ ideal,” Drade began.

“Were you part of that?” Charlie asked curiously.

“I defended Lucifer, trying time and time again to get the angels to listen only to have them turn def ears on us. I grew weary of trying to get them to listen eventually turning my sights on hell as at the time it wasn’t a terrible place however it too refused to listen,” Drade continued seemingly growing more solemn the longer she told her story.

“So, what happened?” Charlie asked, eager to hear the story in full.

“As you said, everyone makes mistakes and Lucifer and Lilith made theirs resulting in them being cast into hell. Until that moment I had been considering a very important and powerful decision however with that I denied it, after all why would I bother sticking my neck out for anyone unwilling to listen and with that I situated myself on earth,” Drade finished explaining her story.

“Wow, what was the decision?” Charlie quarried.  

“To become the new Gallow Walker,” Drade simply answered.

“Wait…aren’t Gallow Walkers one of the most powerful beings in all the universe?” Charlie asked, eyes growing wide as the information sunk in.

“So, they say,” Drade confirmed casually.

“You’re…are you…?” Charlie stammered uncertain how to ask the millions of questions running through her mind.

“I have the Gallow Walker contract, but I’ve never signed it because I never saw reason too however YOU, Charlie have given me the first glimmer of reason to do so,” Drade explained.

“Me?” Charlie questioned gesturing to herself.

“Yes, now let me ask you this, are you really willing to fight for this dream of yours?” Drade asked, bringing her hands up to form a pyramid in front of herself.

“Yes! I want this more then anything! Everyone makes mistakes and those who do should have that chance to redeem themselves,” Charlie declared, tone resolute in a manner Drade hadn’t seen since Lilith.

“Very well. Guess it’s time for the Gallow Walker to rise once more,” Drade declared.

“Does this mean you’ll help me convince heaven? Will you be a Gallow Walker by the time tomorrow comes?” Charlie wondered.

“Yes, I’ll accept the contract tonight and everything will happen in turn,” Drade briefly explained, pushing up from the chair she was sitting in.

“Thank you,” Charlie quietly stated as Drade brushed past her heading for the staircase.

A small nod was the last thing Drade offered before heading up the stairs back to her bedroom. Moonlight shown through Drade’s window promptly illuminating the entire room, a flick of her wrist revealed the silver parchment contract floating in mid air and with a resolute breath Drade pricked her finger with one of her own nails. The blood smeared across the blank signature space of the contract reshaped into a crimson signature right before the contract faded into a silver aura that wrapped around Drade. Pain racked the red head’s form causing her to double over, arms crossing over her chest as her hands grasped at her upper arms with a cry of agony. The sickening sound of taring flesh resounded through the room from two large bat like wings emerging from Drade’s back, the cry she released fading into a dragon’s scream while the silver aura formed new clothing. A long flowing coat like shirt with short sleeves and shoulder guards did up in the center while a pair of dark colored jeans wrapped around her legs coupled with a pair of gold leather bracers on her forearms and her boots remained. Pain faded, the aura seeped into Drade’s form, and she was able to stand up while all the knowledge of the past Gallow Walkers resonated in her mind.

“Show me the scales,” Drade whispered into the darkness, raising a hand with her palm facing upwards. A pair of scales appeared, one was heaven, another was hell, and the final was earth. Drade gasped, she knew the scales would be out of balance from the absence of a Gallow Walker for so long, but she didn’t anticipate just how out of balance they were. Heaven’s scale was tipping dangerously to one side promptly throwing the delicate balance of all three scales out of sorts.

“I’ve waited too long…I must fix this,” Drade declared, pinching her fingers together causing the scales to vanish.

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QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 007 — POOKIE BEAR😍🫶🏻🫧

you walked towards the garden that is connected to the hospital, boomi clung onto your arm with his left arm while he held onto the IV pole with his right hand.

you had admitted him into an expensive hospital with a vip room, which was why there was barely any people in the garden and in the hospital in general.

you had a big smile spread across your face as you listened to your little ramble on about the hospital life. you had always looked up to him,

how he could be so optimistic even through such hard times. how he could smile so happily and never get bored of this place, "noona what have you been up to?"

you both sat at the large wooden swing bench, "hm, not much. just the usual stuff y'know?" you smiled as you ruffled his hair.

he giggled, "oh right! your performance for inkigayo was so cool, it was so fun to watch!" he stood up, "it was so amazing, you went like this and like that—"

he imitated your dance choreography stiffly, "—like it was so fast, i couldn't even keep up!" at this point the boy was getting weird looks with how loud he was being as he jumped up and down.

you watched the boy sympathetically, the red spots ran down his neck and under his hospital gown. you imagined how much faster he would've healed if you had taken him to a hospital when he was younger.

you worked as a bar's bartender ever since you were 14 to provide for you and himself, ever since your father left when you were 5, your mother became mentally unstable.

she would often zone out and would be insensitive from time to time. it was around the time she lost her job due to stress when you started working instead, trying your best to understand and sympathise with your mother.

soon after, boomi was diagnosed with leukemia after showing signs of multiple symptoms. he was bedridden and seldomly went outside, you on the other hand applied to KQ and became a trainee.

the main reason was because of your brother. you found enjoyment in rapping and dancing along the way of being a trainee, and had multiple jobs as baristas during your free time.

you were delighted when you were informed that you were gonna debut with your friends. during this time you worked extra hard to repay all the trainee debt that have piled up, while paying for your brother's hospital fees.

soon after you started receiving money did you transfer your brother to the hospital he currently resided in. the service was better and there were few people which lowered his nerves.

your heart ached every time you're reminded of his painful cries, skinny body and red spots that littered all over his body.

you never felt the need to tell anyone, until chaewon asked about any siblings you had. chaewon was somebody you trusted with your entire heart, that day you spilled everything and cried your heart out.

you two formed an even closer bond after that. you never wanted people to pity or think you were weak so you tried your best to hide any information on your background.

you teared up as you watched your now happy little brother jump around in excitement as he talked about the park just down the street.

"noona...? why are you crying..." boomi sat down and held your hand in his, you looked down to see the iv that was stuck in his veins. you cried more at that.

"i'm sorry... boomi-ah, i'm sorry i can't ever give you the life you want—" you looked up at him and cupped his cheeks as his own tears started welling up in his eyes.

"—you can't ever get you to school, make friends, you can't even get out of this place because i was too late... if only i had sent you here sooner maybe you wouldn't still be sick."

your breathe was shaky as you stroked his now tear-stained cheeks, "if only i worked harder, tried harder. if only i was better back then, as good as i am now... i hate seeing you like this, you're my everything—"

you ran your hand across the red spots that grew on his neck, so close to his jawline. the boy cried as he buried himself in your neck, hugging you tightly.

"—i would kill myself if you died, how could i live with myself if y-"

"no! do-don't say that, noona... my life is great already, i'm still alive and you're still here with me. this is all i can ever ask for!"

you look up to the sky for a minute, stroking his hair with one hand while the other held him closely, but gently. as if he was glass, fragile and could break whenever.

he was right. all you ever had was each other, he was your motivation, your inspiration, your everything. it was absolute the moment you held him in your arms after he was born, the way he looked up at you with those pretty doe eyes, it made you smile.

"sorry, love. i won't talk about it anymore, m'kay?" you held his face out and wiped the stray tears that are still rolling down his cheeks. "i'm sorry... don't cry anymore, okay? i promise i'll live a long life, with or without you."

boomi finally showed a smile at that, "okay! then i'll also try to live a long life, so i can be with you forever, noona!" you two giggled and cuddled again.

you both cuddled on the bench for a few more hours, enjoying the silence in each other's arms. that's what you had always needed to relieve your stress, everything that had built up until that moment were all forgotten the moment he was in your arms.

you woke up after a while and carried him back to his room. you tucked him in and put his 7 years old bear plush, that you got him for his birthday, in his arms.

you gave him a goodnight kiss and picked up your bag. just as you were about to leave, a small hand yanked at your sleeve, "noona... can you stay, until i fall asleep again?"

he smiled shyly as you let out a breathy laugh and pulled the chair towards his bedside, holding his hand as he got comfortable again.

you sat in silence, only stroking his har and humming soft tunes to the boy. when you heard his soft snores, you got your things, gave him one final forehead kiss and started heading back to the dorms.

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