#part of me is angry like I got stuck apologizing and trying to calm you down rather than actually getting my feelings out and processing

[churipu]

YOU SLEEPING ON A COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

note. i hv so many ideas right now apart from what i'm actually supposed to be focusing on, so...pls excuse me.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with gojo are a pain in the ass, he's petty and everything will be a mess. he's so stubborn that it actually baffles you sometimes — and he calls you rock head?

being a sorcerer is never an easy job. gojo wakes up every day, not knowing whether he'd die in a mission or get to live another day. so when you brought up your concerns about it to him, the male didn't take it lightly. things have been tight for him, and you're walking on eggshells for the past few days.

the slightest thing angered him, like how his sleeve got stuck on the door handle, or the way he curses out loudly when he stubs his toe on the coffee table. it puts him in a shitty mood, so when that happens, and you try to talk to him about his job.

gojo gets very pissy about it.

frankly, you understood where his anger comes from. and it was part of your fault to bother him the moment he came back from work exhausted, it was bound to happen so you weren't really blaming him at all from the projecting of his anger to you the night before — he didn't say hurtful things, gojo knew better than that. all he did was tell you to leave him alone and get out of his sight for the night.

and you did. sleeping alone on the couch, all sprawled out, an arm dangling on the edge; while a string of drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

you seemed to not mind having to sleep on the couch (under your own want). but your boyfriend did, the moment he knew your bed time strikes — he came out of the room and eyed your sleeping form. guilt washing over him when all you did was care about his being and how dangerous the jujutsu world is.

gojo approaches you and gently carried you in his arms, an arm right under your bottom and his other arm around your waist. hoisting you up like a baby as your cheek leaned onto his shoulder, letting the drool blotch his shirt. he doesn't care at all.

the male tucks you in the bed, pulling the covers over you before slipping next to you, chest pressed to your back and an arm resting on your hip. gojo will never let you sleep a whole night on the couch, he will bring you to sleep with him and apologize the very next day for being such an ass.

he also, tried to make it up to you by cooking a classic english breakfast. which ended up in chaos — and you both decided to order take out instead.

GETO SUGURU. geto is usually calm and collected; he doesn't really get angry at anything. even if he does, he mostly keeps it to himself unless it really bothers him. but since humans have certain capacities to their own emotion — geto is not spared from being angry, no matter how calm he is.

after the death of amanai, you could feel him change. your geto. it was traumatizing for him, and you understood. always being there for him, never leaving him alone. the dark circles under his eyes were apparent, and it looked like he hasn't had a good night sleep for what seemed like . . . weeks, or months, if that's even possible.

geto appreciated your company, really. but sometimes, he also wanted to be left alone to dwell on his feelings. he didn't want to end up saying hurtful things to you because he was so angry at himself. but he did, and god was it horrible.

he was already feeling like shit before the argument— which if you see, wasn't really an argument at all. it was one-sided, geto was telling you off and you didn't say anything back. because you knew he didn't mean it. he almost desperately begged for you to leave him alone because your presence was "annoying" him and he couldn't stand it.

although geto said it in a heap of moment. he didn't mean it, and before he could say anything else, you tell him that you were going to be sleeping on the couch, so if he needed anything he was free to come to you.

geto didn't stop you. he was busy hating on himself for telling you that — and believe me when i say that he, right there, almost cried out of frustration.

he tossed and turned on his bed. where you were usually on too, beside him, holding his hand whilst he sleep. your hushed voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber; but you weren't there today, all because he told you to leave him alone. geto sat up, his eyelids heavy, but no matter how long he shut is, they always open back up.

with slow and heavy steps, he approaches you on the couch. and geto had always knew that you were a light sleeper, so his footsteps awoken you. seeing your eyes flutter open, geto slid on the couch, laying himself on top of you — head on your chest, arms clutching onto your shirt like he's desperate for your presence, and his legs intertwining with yours.

getos' hushed apologies were heard as he leaned into your warmth, and you told him that you were never angry. brushing his hair, massaging his scalp using your fingertips before lulling him to sleep, and geto did. almost immediately. and so did you.

he could never sleep without you. whether it being on the bed, the couch, or anywhere else — as long has you were with him, he will find the ability to drift off.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. is an ass. let's face it — he wouldn't give a fuck if you decided to sleep on the couch after an argument, at least for the first couple of hours. toji is a blunt man, and he's a sole believer that nobody could bear sleeping on the couch when there's a bed in the house.

but you were there to prove him wrong.

after an argument going south, he finds you grabbing your pillow and then seeking shelter on the couch. and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, knowing you'd come crawling back on the mattress after a few hours — because who'd choose the couch over the bed?

you. apparently.

he slept without a single care, thinking of words to say when you finally decided to come back on the bed. but when he woke up at three am, his arm searching to find your body, but realizing all he was catching was air — he finally realized that you weren't coming back onto the bed.

and it annoyed him. he was angry that you weren't there. and at three am? he was already wide awake, walking out of the room angrily. but his gaze softened when he saw you asleep, the constant flashing light from the television panning on your body; toji walks over, snatches the remote and turns the device off.

letting out a soft sigh, toji squats down, flicking your forehead. and the action was enough to make you grimace lightly in your sleep — although not enough to wake you up completely. the male chuckled and prepped an arm under the hollow under your knees, and an arm across your shoulder.

with ease he brought you into your shared room and he laid you down on the bed, covering your body with the blanket before he slips into his own portion of the bed. scooting closer to you as you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, seeking for comfort.

toji wouldn't admit that he was the one who brought you into the bed and would end up saying how you came crawling back at three am. you always find out the truth though, and toji tells you to forget about whatever he did because he won't be doing it again (he will).

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[insanechayne]

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[sehtoast]

Hii! Id like a request!

Could you perhaps do a scenario where the reader gets stranded at an airport (Perhaps with panic attack)?

I'm experiencing this currently and thinking about Homelander is helping, Somehow

i'm so sorry you had to go through that anon ❤️ homie has an odd way of making life's woes suck a little less. apologies that this took as long as it did (and also i've never been in an airport before so idk if this is even the right vibe adfkljdfk), but i hope it's still enjoyable and i hope your airport adventure ended happily.

Oh, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, you were so wrong. 

Cancellations across the board, a raging snow storm outside, disgruntled people everywhere, and far too much noise for your overloaded senses.  This is what you get for flying out to go see a friend in the dead of winter.

It wasn’t like you could call an uber to the nearest hotel, either.  Pretty much nobody was going anywhere in this storm, and you’ve been here for hours now. God, you should’ve picked a morning flight, but you just haaaad to sleep in.

Eventually it started getting to you.

You’re alone, surrounded by angry people, in the middle of fuck knows where, with no guarantee of getting home or if your ticket is still going to be honored and–

You don’t even notice your breathing growing frantic until it’s overpowering and all you can do is hug your knees and try to stay calm–

You reach for your phone and send off a text to the one person who would maybe be awake at this hour.

God I’m fucking stuck here and I miss you and I don’t know what to do.

Your chest feels tight and your mouth is dry.  You hold your phone tight, cringing at the battery level.

7%.

You’d love to charge it, but the iPad parents are currently occupying every outlet in the area and if you hear one more child scream because they couldn’t watch their damn skibidi toilet videos–

It buzzes and you unlock it like a madman.

Told ya you should’ve flown air-Homelander.

You smile, warmth trickling in to fill your otherwise endless pit of anxiety.

It would’ve been too cold on my face :(  and you’d be carrying all my luggage.  Besides, I couldn't ask you to fly all this way.

The next response comes almost instantly.  Well, as instantly as it can with how slow he types.

Picky picky.  Where are you?

In the lounge-ish area.  On the floor, because I guess I picked the busiest airport in the world…

2%.  You’re almost ready to snag one of those outlets and suffer the blubbering.

Shucks, that’s a bummer.  

It’s not so–

You wince as your screen flickers, waves of sadness overtaking you in conjunction with that dreaded anxiety.  Gone is your only lifeline, and it hits you that you’ll have technically left him on read too.  You should’ve told him about your battery– fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hug your knees again and shove your useless earbuds in, hoping to dampen some of the noise.  It doesn’t work, and you can distinctly make out the sound of a man loudly demanding a full refund.

You try to imagine Homelander.  What tales would he have for you once you returned home?  How much trouble did he stir up while you were away?  Probably the usual, but… you were supposed to see him tomorrow morning when you got home.

God, that thought makes you ache for home even more.

You shut your eyes and attempt a nap.

You try and try to sleep to no avail.  Just when you think you might get a wink of rest, you hear audible gasps and shouting.  Your eyes shoot open, expecting the absolute worst, but all you see are two imposing sets of red boots.

“You forgot to text me back,” he says nonchalantly.  

Tears of joy bite at your eyes as you look up, and you all but launch yourself off the ground and into his arms.

“M’sorry,” you mumble against him.  “Battery died.”

“Mm, if you say so. I feel like this was all part of your elaborate plan to get me here.”  Homelander pulls away just slightly to look down at you, a twinkle of sympathy in his eyes- a very rare sight.  “Well, I know I can’t fly you home, because you’ll turn into a big popsicle, but… there is a hotel nearby and you do deserve a nice place to lay your head.”

Your heart feels so warm it could melt the blizzard outside.

“You just gotta tolerate a little cold.” He grins, winking at you.  “And air-Homelander doesn’t have delays.  No luggage fees either.”

You throw yourself back into the hug, squeezing him with all you’ve got.  

“You’re the best,” you whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, I know.”  He replies, uncaring of the spectacle you two must be.  “Now let’s get you cozy.”

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Luke with a Harpy!Mc

this piece belongs to this and has 944 Words, can kind be seen as a continuity of Simeon´s part

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Luke is glad Simeon found somebody that he loves and Luke might even like having a second parental figure but what he doesn´t like is that they keep mistaking him for a Young Harpy and refusing to let him go anywhere no matter what he says, even now where he spent at least half an hour telling him that no he isn´t going to die just for leaving

“how many times do I have to keep telling you that I´m not a child!” he tried his best to get out of their hold because no matter how soft and comfortable their feathers are he still has things to do

“you look like a Child and act like one so in my opinion you are one” this just made him struggled harder and if he could he would have stomped his foot “I´m not a Child!” this just caused them to coo and keep a tighter hold over him

“okay than you can be a baby”

“that´s even worse!” he was insulted! don´t they know they are older than him!? just because they have to read him a bed time story so he can fall asleep doesn´t make him a Child…

“aww now your even pouting”

“I hate you and your no longer my parent figure” they faked a gasp and slowly let him go “alright if you think your such a grown up you can live without me” they gave him their usual smug grin no doubt they are thinking that he won´t be able to live without them, but he´ll show them he won´t need them he quickly got out of their wings and moved out of their reach “if you think I´ll need you you´re wrong I can survive just fine without!” he saw them snicker, because as he would later notice his hair was covered in feathers and some were even stuck in his hair

he quickly made his way into the kitchen were he saw Solomon and Simeon talking, Solomon was the first one to tell him about the feathers stuck to him “I see that they decided to coddle you again Luke, the feathers suit you quiet well too” he had a teasing smile on his face and Luke ran to the nearest mirror to see if what he said was true

the next one to speak up was Simeon “I think it´s adorable that they accepted you as their child so readily Luke” he was still trying to un-feather his hair “well I don´t! I´m an adult and they should treat me as one” this made both Solomon and Simeon laugh “w-what´s so funny!? I´m serious!” Simeon was the first one to speak up “Luke you are still a Child” he gasped at this blatant betrayal “not you to Simeon”

“I have to agree with Simeon Luke, you´re still a Child whether you like to or not”

“not you too Solomon!”

“well Luke I can´t say I agree with them babying you so much, but you should know they don´t mean anything bad by it” he didn´t wait for what else they would say he just went to his room and stayed there until the end of the day

when the day was done and he finally calmed down he felt a bit mad about running of but it was already his bed time so Luke had to wait to apologize until the morning but he was restless and couldn´t fall asleep and no it wasn´t because he didn´t get his bed time story! but he might miss the story they made just for him…

Luke decided he wouldn´t be able to fall asleep and he would do the mature thing, which was waking them up and asking to stay with them and Simeon for the night

he made the way to their door and knocked before entering, he learned the hard way to always knock the last time he just entered both of their room they threw a shoe at him thinking he was somebody else

“Mc…?” he waited for a moment before asking again “are you awake? because I can´t sleep” he could hear them move around but they haven´t responded until now, he decided to walk up to them and tug on their blanket

they turned around to look at him “are you mad because I was angry at you?” they just looked at him without blinking, it was honestly unnerving and he was scared for a moment before they started to stretch

“nah I was a kid once to I still know how they think” he was still looking at them “I wasn´t mad either I just thought you would need your space”

“…” he was doing his best to not make it obvious why he was here “… can you read me my bed time story?” they stretched one more time and puffed up their feathers before making some space for him “well you in luck you know? Simeon´s awake too” Luke made his way to the middle of the bed where he saw Simeon looking at him, they might say Simeon was awake but he looks like somebody just woke him up, which did kinda happen…

before he could ponder on it they already got the book and moved their wings around him like a massive blanket

“alright where did we last leave off, I think it was when the Dove and the Chihuahua were on their way to bring their Deer friend some sweets they made together…” Luke made himself comfortable in their wings and before he knew it their voice got quieter and quieter for him before he fell asleep

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter two: Wherefore Art Thou, Trollhunter?(2/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Strickler visits the Lake’s home. Y/n confronts Jim about his behaviour.

Word count: 1760

Warnings: not really but there’s a mention of animal abuse but is a lie

(Season 1 Episodes 3,4,5 and a lil of 6)

Song?: wipe your tears by Halsey

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Masterlist

On the walk home, Y/n thought about what Randy said. Her brain stuck on the idea why Douxie would be interested in her. They only seen each other at the other one's job and had a small chat every once in a while in the sidewalk but that wouldn’t mean he would buy strings he doesn’t need. Right? The only conclusion she could think of was that Randy was messing with her.

When she got close to her house door she heard Al low meows, she was mad.

“Al calm down!” She heard her mother scream.

She ran to the door to aid her mother. When she opened the door, the hairs on her back stood up. Her cat, Al, was stalking a man and her mother trying to pull him back.

Al is a tall and light cat but when he is angry his body becomes heavy, like he was full of bricks. Impossible to move.

Y/n put her bag down ignoring her uneasiness.

“Al, calm down!” She got close to her furry friend.

When he heard her, Al stopped and slowly went to sit by Y/n’s feet without taking his eyes from the strange man.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Strickler. I don’t know what came onto him. He’s usually so friendly!” Barbara rambled.

“Yeah, sorry. He used to be abused so he’s wary of strange men” Y/n lied.

‘He felt it too’ she thought.

Barbara furrowed her brow at her daughter. She knew it was a lie. She remembered when Y/n brought Al from the park. Little Y/n saw him hiding in a small hole and took him home. Barbara was reluctant to keep the cat but when she saw how much her children love him she couldn’t force them to get rid of him.

“It’s okay. No need to worries'' Strickler got down from the chair he was standing “The cat thinks it’s protecting it’s family”

“He” Y/n corrected.

“Oh, of course. He. My apologies” he smiled.

Y/n didn’t like him. Some kind of alarm was going off in her brain but she couldn’t do anything.

“You must be Y/n. Jim’s sister" Stickler tried to start a polite conversation. He seemed really interested in Jim but Y/n wasn’t convinced. Al wasn’t convinced either, he kept glaring at him from the other side of the room, moving his tail side to side.

The front door opened, interrupting the chat.

“Jim, I’m in the kitchen!” Called Barbara.

“Oh, you would so not believe what happened on the way home from…“

“Look who stopped by?”

“Hello, Jim” Mr. Strickler turned his stool to face Jim.

“Mr. Strickler”

“Mr. Strickler came by to congratulate you” said Y/n with a fake smile.

“Oh, that’s really…nice”

“It’s a great honor that you’ve been chosen to wield this mantle. I’ve no doubt that you’ll provee equal to the task”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were trying out for Romeo and Juliet?” Barbara served the tea she prepared.

“Wait, maybe we could back up a few steps” Jim said.

“Jim, surely you knew you’d won the part of Romeo after your breathtaking audition yesterday”

Y/n raised her brows and mouthed at her little brother “Romeo?”

“Yeah, after the audition, I had to run but… Wait, I got the part?”

“I was just remarking to your mother and sister that I’m a touch concerned about you being spread so thin, particularly in light of your new commitment to the chess club”

“Chess club??” Y/n mouthed.

“And I didn’t even think you knew how to play chess” Barbara laughed.

“You don’t” Y/n whispered.

Strickler took a sip of the horrendous tea Barbara offered him and Y/n held back a laugh.

“It’s like you have this secret life I know nothing about” said Barbara

“You have no idea”

“Atlas, too, carries the weight of the world on his shoulders…”

And then it hit her, maybe Y/n had been so lost in her own stuff that she lost focus on her little brother. Their mother works too much and Jim is too young to carry this much weight.

“Now I am charged and ready to go. To be or not to be. Right? Am I right?” Jim played with a small base.

“That’s Hamlet” Y/n said. She was not convinced.

Barbara offered more but Strickler rejected it saying that he didn’t want to overstay his welcome and before leaving, he offered his phone number to Barbara making Y/n roll her eyes.

“He has a point. There are only so many hours in the day, Jim. If your grades slip, even a little, I’m going to insist you cut back, starting with the things you do for me”

“I like taking care of you”

Y/n sighed “Mom’s right Jim”

“It’s my job to take care of you. Both of you” said Barbara looking at her daughter.

“Do you know when I was old enough to ask about dad, remember what you told me?” Jim asked.

Barbara nodded.

“You said ‘we just need to take care of each other’ That’s all I’m doing”

Y/n frowned. She didn’t like remembering her father.

Barbara didn’t say anything. She just hugged them.

“You must be starving. How about breakfast for dinner? Even I can’t screw up an omelet”

Y/n and Jim shared a look.

“Wouldn’t be so sure” Jim said.

“What?” Asked Barbara.

“Sure!” Laughed Y/n.

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Days passed after Mr.Strickler paid a visit and Jim was getting more away. Being out so late doing God knows what and then, breaking into a museum for Toby’s chubby chaser. Something was up and Y/n had to find out what.

After coming home for a long shift, she found her mother setting the table for what can only be described as a feast. Blueberry waffles, bacon mac and cheese, shrimp cakes…

“What’s going on?” Y/n let her bag fall.

“I wanted to make cookies and I decided to make yours and mom’s favorites” Jim came out of the kitchen setting yet another plate of food on the table.

“Aha, really, what’s going on?”

“Nothing! It’s just…we all been so busy. When’s the last time we’ve really sat down and talked?”

Y/n noticed her brother’s nervousness so she played along.

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“Oh! That was delicious. I don’t know what I do without you, kiddo” Barbara rubbed her stomach.

“For real. I think I never ate this much” Y/n smiled.

“Shrimp cakes? Gosh, I haven’t had those since…since…” Barbara tried to remember.

“Since dad made them for us?” Jim finished for her.

“I didn’t think you were old enough to remember “

Y/n could see the sadness filling the room.

“I remember enough. I remember how his beard would scratch my face when he hugged me”

She could remember that too. She could remember his smile when she called him dad for the first time. She remember him looking so happy. Until he didn’t.

“How he used to make you laugh. How he would listen Y/n played the piano even tho she knew two songs”

They laughed.

“But, most of all, how much he hurt you when he left”

They looked at him.

“Jim, where is this coming from?” Y/n asked, terrified of the answer.

“No matter what happens to me, I would never leave you like that. At least, well” he chuckles “not by choice” he got closer “I just want you to know that I’ll always love you.”

“Don’t you start that talk with me. I’m still hoping that you end close at an in-state college, like your sister” Barbara put a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear.

She smiled back trying to hide the fear her brother's words awoke in her.

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It was 3 A.M and Y/n was looking at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep after dinner. Jim was acting weird and she was scared. Something was wrong but she didn’t know what and she didn’t like that.

Y/n turned on her bed. The picture on her nightstand looked back at her: it was a picture of her, Jim and their mom at her 14th birthday. Y/n didn’t know when her actual birthday was so Barbara told her to choose any date she wanted to celebrate and she had chosen the day Barbara took her home. The three of them were so happy, even without their father, and Y/n didn’t want to lose that. She didn’t want to lose anyone else so she went into Jim’s room.

She opened the door and found Jim reading an old book:

“What are you doing?” She asked

“N-nothing! What could I be doing?” He closed the book and tried to hide it.

Y/n sighed and closed the door.

“I want to know what’s going on, Jim”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie! We don’t lie to each other” She felt her eyes filling with tears “I’m scared, Jim. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m your sister. I want to help you”

“You can’t help me, Y/n”

“Then, I just want to be there for you” she sat down at the foot of the bed.

“You won’t believe me” He spoke after a beat without looking at her.

“Try me” she grabbed his arm.

Jim went to the middle of his room and said the incantation:

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command”

Y/n felt the words make a small rock in her stomach but the blinding blue light distracted her. She shielded her eyes from the light that was coming out her brother.

“Shit” she looked at the armor “That’s so cool…and so….weird?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled

“Can I touch it?” She asked with her hand already up.

“Yeah. Oh! Look!” He lifted his sword knowing her sister would go insane. She loved swords.

“No way!!” Jim could see her eyes sparkle a mile away “but what’s all this? Where did you get it from?”

Jim explained everything from the trolls to the goblins to the fight with Draal.

“Okay…that’s…a lot” Y/n said.

They were sitting on the floor with their backs to the bed.

“Yeah and I’m probably going to be destroyed after the fight” he scratched his head.

“No! I’m going to help you! Ok?” she took him by the shoulder. “I don’t know how but I will”

“Ok” he smiled. He was happy that he didn’t have to hide from his sister anymore.

[penofpenguin]

Hi hi!!!! I read your rules but let me know if you can do this it’s a bit of angst/comfort.

During potions class the ADuce combo accidentally made a potion that trapped MC in there mind (the potion was meant to be a simple brew lord know how they did what they did) so the dorm leaders must go into mcs mind and bring them back in the “drivers seat” MC never told anyone about where there from or there fam so what they see when they enter saddens them. When they first entered they see an MC that looks about 6 guiding them to the first memory. It’s Mc trying to stop a fight between there parents. Following little Mc again they then see Mc trying to take care of there mom and little siblings. The third memory was when mcs mom died, Mc taking on all responsibilities at the age of 14, the final memory they see is an internal one. Mc crying over all the overblots Crowley never helping worry about there siblings it’s all to much. And finally little mc disappeared leaving the mc they all know. Broken crying just wanting a break and true friends. (IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I HOPW YOU CAN USE THIS! Have a great day!)

Hello!! Thank you for the ask!!

Unfortunately I was only able to do Riddle, Leona and Azul for now so consider this a part 1. I'll probably make part 2 later. I apologize for the inconvenience :(

Content Warnings: Parents fighting, mentions of death

Pairings: Riddle x reader, Leona x reader, Azul x reader

Riddle, Leona and Azul end up in their s/o's mind to get them out of it, but end up learning something about them.

Enjoy!!

Context: You were doing an experiment in the lab with the ADeuce trio and due to something they did, you got stuck inside your mind. ADeuce panick and go to get your lover to come fix this.

"I SWEAR ONCE I HAVE YOUR HEAD ACE-"

Riddle's face turned normal again after eyeing his location. It seemed very unfamiliar from what he read in books. A small child pulled on his clothes.

"Oh...you look alot like Y/n."

The child silently lead him to a memory. Riddle followed and saw a younger version of you trying to stop a fight between your parents. His face was drawn with visible pity. He faced the child.

"Y-your parents never got along...?"

The child spoke no words and continued walking, Riddle following. The next stop was you taking care of your mom and siblings.

"Mom...you'll be alright. I promise." You say in the memory.

Before Riddle could even respond, the child dragged a shocked Riddle to a memory where you were around 14, taking care of your siblings.

"Dinner's ready!!" You say as your siblings run towards you with glee.

Riddle tried to reach into the memory to hold your tired face, only to get dragged by the child once more. He was getting angry with the pulling.

"WOULD YOU REFRAIN FROM PULLING M-"

In front of Riddle was you in the present time, tears flooding your face. You seemed to be mumbling about how everything in NRC was too much.

Riddle felt guilty, as he was one who overblotted and was one of the reasons you felt this way. He turned to see the child only to be met with your eyes.

"Riddle- I- I didn't expect you to-" You stutter. Seeing the memory behind him, you couldn't help but cry. Riddle walked towards you and let you lay on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry...this world is too much my rose. I'm sorry I never knew you were going through all of this." He says softly, wiping your tears away. He was never the best at comfort but he tried. Once you seemed calmed down, he gave a kiss to your cheek.

"How about we go back and have some tea together? I also need to collar Ace and Deuce for their idiocy." He says with a smile.

"Mindless brats causing problems again." He muttered.

Leona looked around sleepily.

"Oi Herbivore! You in here?"

The only response Leona got was a pull on the tail by a child looking like you. He was never fond of kids but this child might just lead him to you.

He followed the child, rolling his eyes and yawning every minute. The child stopped and signalled Leona to look.

He saw you, trying to stop a fight between your parents, siblings on the side, scared.

"Damn." Was all he could say. What can he say? He was shocked. You never told him anything about this. He reached out to the child.

"Yo kid-"

The child just continued walking, ignoring Leona's call. He speechlessly followed.

He was too immersed in the thought of what he saw just now that he bumped into the child, who surprisingly just stood still as they have come to a stop.

"Don't blame anything on yourself mom. I really can handle it! Stay positive you'll be alright!!" You said, a little older than the memory before.

In a blink of an eye, the scenario changed and infront of Leona showed your 14 year-old-self coming home from your duties and going to make dinner for your siblings, who were happy to see you. In the corner of the room, a picture of your mother was hung, a flower atop of it, indiacting your mother has passed away.

"They're only 14...and they're the reason the household goes on..." He muttered.

"I can't do this anymore-" A voice nearby played. Leona followed the voice to see your present self, crying in Ramshackle, rambling about how stressed you felt and how Crowley's doing nothing to help you.

Unlike Riddle, Leona didn't feel pity, but he felt anger. Anger at life for treating you this way. Why you? You didn't deserve it.

"Life's unfair isn't it?" You stood beside him, watching the memory with him. He immediately turned to your side to see your tears coated with tears.

He sighed. That was his line but that wasn't the point. Leona was also not the best at comfort so all he could do was pat your head and give a kiss to your forehead.

"You should have told me you were going through that. Let's go back now, and this time, I'll blackmail the birdbrain. It'll be a fun sight to watch."

"Those two troublesome pathetic souls wasting my time again." He angrily rambled as he walked around.

"My pearl? Darling?"

A child came running to his call. Azul eyed the child until he came up with a conclusion this child is either you or related to you.

The child tugged onto his coat and pointed right. Azul saw this and curiously walked towards the pointed destination.

It was a memory of you, stopping your parents from arguing and fighting. Azul couldn't help but feel pity. His parents are divorced so he knows the pain.

The child grabbed his hand and pulled him away to another stop as Azul wouldn't leave this scenario and keep giving pitiful looks to it.

The next destination was a scenario of you catering to your mother, who wasn't in the healthiest position.

"This scenario is very self-explanatory. My poor beloved pearl was the breadwinner-"

The child, getting bored with his talking grabbed him and took him away in an attempt to shut him up.

Of course, Azul was taking your situation very seriously, but how could he show that to a child.

This stop was alot similar to the previous one, except your mother was gone. There you stood, a solid 14 year old, playing with your siblings whilst memorising your given homework.

This got to Azul's heart. Seeing you in pain that he can't fix made him not only feel slightly powerless, but also made him feel deeply bad for you.

"Are we done dear child?" He asked, wanting to leave and not see you suffer for any longer.

The child nodded and pointed to a memory near the end. Azul quickly walked towards it to find you, in NRC, crying about the stress and anxiety Crowley and the overblot situations give you.

He felt a pang of guilt, which he hated. He hated showing that side to you. But you still accepted him and loved him despite everything he accidentally or intentionally put you through.

A tear slowly escaped his cheek, but a hand wiped it away for him. He turned to see you in the flesh.

"Don't feel sorry Azul." You painfully said, slightly trembling. Azul grabbed you into a hug. He gave you pats on your head and back as you cried everything out to him. Multiple kisses landed on your head too.

"Calm down my pearl....please. Listen, you're welcome anytime to my office. Oh, and as for some small mischief, why don't I blackmail the principal saying I have you and I won't give you back. I mean...it is true is it not~"

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“Bite.” PT. 1 (Female Miguel O’Hara x AFAB Reader)

Content Warnings: Cursing, biting, being paralyzed, being chased by a feral woman

Word Count: 657 (Short)

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“You didn’t call,” She snarled at you. Her facial expression was wild, her fangs barred and mouth open, her eyes were furious and looking into your soul. If you were none the wiser, you would’ve thought you were dead.

“You were drunk last night, I thought if I called that you would rip my head off,” You attempted to apologize. It only seemed to make anger her even more.

“I’m not a fucking monster, you don’t have to be afraid of me!” She roared like a lioness. You almost wanted to say, “Your tone says another wise,” but that would almost definitely get you mauled. Although if you did, you’d be bragging at the pearly gates of heaven that you got mauled by the hottest woman you’ve ever seen.

You didn’t want to hurt her, but you didn’t know that you should’ve called her. You figured it would hurt her to hear what happened last night. “I didn’t want to hurt you Mig, I thought that maybe-“

You were cut off as Miguela leapt on you, well tried. You narrowly missed being attacked by the snarling beast. You had almost forgot that she got like this when she got like this when she had a particularly bad memory or generally angry. “Mig calm down! I’m your friend!” You yelled at her, it only angered her more. It was almost like she was hellbent on murdering you, if not at least maiming you.

You ran, barely avoiding getting bit by her. Once or twice her fangs snagged on your baggy pants, luckily you managed to escape her grasp before she got enough time to inject her paralyzing venom.

You had managed to get into the bathroom and ran into the stall, you quickly slammed the door and looked it. Miguela’s large and muscular body crashed against the door, reminding you how close she was to catching you and quite possibly killing you. She growled and hissed and she stuck her arms and slashed in the air, trying to to cut your ankles or grab you. You were so glad she didn’t understand how to open a door in this state. You jumped up on the toilet, that way you were safe from her grasp.

You could hear a bunch of Spanish words you couldn’t understand, assuming the circumstances, they were most likely insults or curse words. You looked at the ground and saw the gouges in the floor, they were deep. You knew it was time to find a better spot when she started banging on the door, it nearly ripped off its hinges. You realized it was her slamming into the door. Shit.

You shot webs at the roof as you leapt and swung over the stalls, you landed and started running out the door. You managed to get a distance from Miguela. Of course that didn’t change the fact that you were being chased by what was basically a lioness but arguably worse. You managed to turn a corner and waved at a few other spider-men as you shouted, “Sorry, can’t talk, being chased by a feral spider-woman!”

You looked back to see her running on all fours and roaring. “Holy shit!” You screamed as you tried to run faster. You knew she could get aggressive when she was mad, but you never saw her like this. You tripped over yourself, you realized your fate when you felt fangs sink into your shoulder. You felt something getting injected into you. Your body went limp, she paralyzed you.

You were hoisted up on her shoulder as she took you somewhere. It was terrifying, not knowing if you were paralyzed in order for her to take you somewhere else to finish the job, or if she was going to take care of you. You ended up shoved in her closet. Saved for later, you thought.

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Yes this is just part one, the next part will be longer and smut filled.

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Stuck with you

Diana Cavendish, the most promising young witch in Little Witch Academia, had always been known for her unwavering determination and unyielding focus. But on this fateful day, her single-mindedness would prove to be her undoing. She was in the middle of a particularly difficult spell, her hands wreathed in emerald flames as she chanted ancient incantations, when she felt a sudden jolt. The next thing she knew, she was no longer standing upright. Her torso had become lodged through a stone wall, trapping her midsection between the two halves of the structure. Her head and arms remained on one side, while her hips and legs spilled out onto the other. "Well, this is awkward," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The wall in question was part of the oldest section of the academy, crafted from rough-hewn stones hundreds of years ago. The mortar that held them together had long since crumbled, leaving the entire structure teetering on the brink of collapse. The groundskeepers had been trying to shore it up for months, but their efforts had been futile. Now, Diana's wanted to attempt to restore the wall to its former glory...

"Diana!" exclaimed akko from near by. "What happened? Are you okay?" She looked at her friend's predicament with a mix of shock and amusement. "Well, this is the first time I've seen you "stuck" with anything."

The other students of Luna nova had gathered around, some offering words of encouragement, others laughing at the situation. Diana felt a blush creep up her neck as she heard their chuckles. "Very funny," she muttered. "Now can someone please get me out of here?"

Akko, stepped forward. With a determined grin on her face, she grabbed hold of Diana's skirt, intent on pulling her loose. "Don't worry, Diana! I've got you!" she exclaimed, only to realize too late that her grip was too strong. There was a loud ripping sound, and Akko stumbled back, clutching at her waist. Diana's skirt had come off in her hands, leaving her friend stuck there in her underwear. "Akko!" Diana cried, her face burning redder than ever.

Meanwhile, the other students had gone silent, their laughter replaced by a mixture of shock and embarrassment. Some looked away, trying not to watch, while others couldn't help but stare. The situation had escalated from awkward to downright mortifying.

Akko, now realizing the severity of her mistake, stammered an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Diana. I didn't mean to... I was just trying to help." She glanced down at her hands, still clutching the remains of Diana's skirt, and then back up at her behind.

The other students were still silent, unsure of how to react. Some shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between Akko and Diana. Others couldn't help but snicker, adding to the awkwardness of the situation.

Diana bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and anger. She knew she shouldn't be angry with Akko, but it was hard not to when she found herself in such an awkward position. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "It's okay, Akko," she said softly. "Just get me out of here"

"Well atleast you're wearing cute panties today, Diana!" Akko exclaimed, unable to hide a grin as she stared at her friend's now exposed legs. Diana's cheeks flushed even deeper, feeling an odd combination of embarrassment and gratitude. The other students exchanged glances, some smirking, others looking away awkwardly.

"T-thats none of your business!" Diana stammered, blushing even deeper. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she could feel the heat creeping up her neck. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground right then and there. The other students laughed softly, a few of them nudging each other and exchanging knowing glances.

"No seriously, they're like super sexy! You should wear them more often," Akko insisted. "A black thong is so you, Diana!" Diana wished she could melt into the ground. The other students exchanged amused glances, some snickering softly.

"Well, thank you, I guess?" Diana responded, her voice barely audible over the laughter. She felt her face burning even brighter. "But can you please get me out of here?" I rather not show any more skin, she thought to herself, wincing as she felt a chill run down her spine.

Akko hesitated for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "Oh come on, Diana! You're only wearing your underwear. It's not like it's the first time we've seen each other in our skivvies," she teased, nudging her friend playfully. Diana could feel her cheeks heat up even more at the mention of them seeing each other in their underwear.

The other students exchanged amused glances, some snickering softly. "Oh, come on, Diana! It's not like we haven't seen each other in our underwear before," Akko teased, her grin growing wider. She nudged her friend playfully. "Besides, you look super cute in those panties!"

Diana felt her face burn even brighter. "A-Akko, please..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing red. "Just get me out of here!" She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up as much as possible.

"Sorry, sorry" Akko apologized, scratching the back of her head. She then took a deep breath and reached around Diana's waist once more. "On three, okay? One... two... three!" With all her might, she pulled with everything she had. There was a soft ripping sound and Akko fell back on the ground again.

Akko looked up only to see Dianas behind completely exposed. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she realized what she had done. "I-I'm sorry, Diana!" she stammered, her hands trembling. "I didn't mean to..."

The other students, who had been watching the whole scene unfold with varying degrees of amusement and discomfort, now found themselves staring at Diana's exposed body in shock. Some of them couldn't help but let out a few gasps, while others tried to avert their eyes. Diana, meanwhile, felt like she was on fire. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

Akko, realizing what she had done, felt a wave of panic wash over her. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Diana!" she cried, scrambling to her feet. "I didn't mean to..." She reached out tentatively, trying to cover her friend's exposed lower half.

Diana, still flushed with embarrassment, shrank away from Akko's touch. "No, don't touch there!" she cried, her voice shrill with panic. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath came in ragged gasps. The other students watched in silence, unsure of how to react. Some looked mortified, while others struggled not to laugh.

"P-please don't look...!" Diana stammered, her voice cracking as she feels her face growing even hotter. Her heart is pounding out of her chest, and she's certain that every person in the area can see her body flush with embarrassment. She can't believe what just happened, and the humiliation is overwhelming.

Akko attempts to cover Diana's exposed lower half, but instead all she manage to do is grope her friend's private parts, making the situation even more awkward. The other students can't help but stare at this beautiful moment before them.

Diana's moans and her face turns even redder from embarrassment and anger. Good thing there was a wall between them. "Don't touch me there!" She moans. Akko keeps trying to cover her, but she keeps fondling her friend's private parts. "Oh my god, Akko!" She shrieks, her face now beet red. The other students couldn't help but chuckle, some trying to hold it in.

"Don't look everyone, can't you see she's embarrassed!" Akko yelled, trying to distract the other students. Her face was beet red too. Diana couldn't believe this was happening. She felt like her entire body was on fire, and her face was so red that she was sure it would burst into flames any second. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

"Okay, this time I'll definitely pull you loose!" Akko cried, taking a deep breath and steadying herself. She closed her eyes, reached around Diana, and pulled with all her might. "Wait!" Diana yelled, flailing her arms in protest. But it was too late. There was a loud ripping sound, and Akko and Diana tumbled to the ground.

Akko landed with a soft thud, her face smothered in something warm, soft, and decidedly fleshy. "Gah!" she sputtered, trying to get up. As she did so, she realized that her entire face was covered in Diana's naked behind. Her cheeks were pressed against Diana's buttocks, and her nose was buried in the soft hair between her legs. She could feel Diana's body heat radiating against her face, and she couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp.

She was finally free. Diana feels something warm and soft press against her backside, and for a moment she thinks it's just the ground. But as she tries to stand up, she realizes it's actually someone's face. Her friend Akko's face. She can feel Akko's breath against her skin, and she's sure that everyone in the school can see her bare bottom. Her heart races, and she wants nothing more than to melt into the ground.

Akko, still stunned from the fall, Diana's soft buttocks pressed against her face. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and she can feel the heat radiating off Diana's body. She tries to talk, but it's all muffled against her friend's naked backside.

Diana moans softly as she feels something move near her crotch. She realizes it's Akko's mouth teasing her nether regions! " Oh my gosh! Akko are you okay?!" She gasps, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and surprise.

Akko mumbles something into Diana's backside, her voice muffled. "I'm...fine..." she says, her face still buried in Diana's soft flesh. Diana gets up on shaky legs, blushing furiously. Everyone around the starting at them in blissful disbelief.

Akko finally manages to pull herself together and stands up as well. Her face is still beet red, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. "I-I guess that's one way to get free," she stammers, looking around nervously. Diana just stares at her friend, still unable to process what just happened.

Diana's face burns with embarrassment as she hurriedly covers herself with her hands, knowing fully well that everyone has already seen her in her most vulnerable state. Her mind races, trying to comprehend what just happened. She glances around, taking in the stunned expressions of her classmates and the blissful smirks on their faces. She feels a mixture of humiliation and anger welling up inside her.

"You're free Diana!" Akko exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence. But it was too late. The damage had already been done. The memory of Diana's exposed bottom would be etched in everyone's minds for a long time to come.

Diana's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and her eyes darted around nervously. Akko, on the other hand, seemed to be taking it all in stride. She smiled at her friend and gave her a reassuring pat on her bum. "It's okay, Diana. Everyone's seen worse." She laughed.

Diana's anger flared at her friend's attempt to make light of the situation. "And who's fault do you think that is!?" "If you wouldn't have pulled so hard, the whole school wouldn't know what my privates looks like!" she snapped, her voice rising in pitch.

"Eeh! But I thought you butt was really cute" Akko said bluntly. Diana's face turned even redder. "You pervert! You just wanted to see my butt!" she accused. "What? No, I didn't! It just slipped out!" Akko tried to defend herself. "Because you you couldn't be gentle! You were too rough!" Diana shouted. "How else where I suppose to get you out of there?" Akko retorted. " You didn't need to hold onto my clothes!" Diana shouted, her voice rising in anger. "But you're skin was to soft to hold onto!" Akko protested, not understanding why Diana was so upset.

While Akko and Diana continue to argue back and forth. The other students have gone back to their business, but there's an undercurrent of excitement in the air. They've just witnessed something truly unforgettable, something that will undoubtedly be the talk of the school for weeks to come.

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Okay, I'm back, and this is another part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series! ... Which means we'll try and focus on overanalyzing beach Maiko goddamit as opposed to all the other tempting beach psychological stuff. Yay.

Anyway, today we're going to find out who of the pair actually screwed up the most. Isn't it exciting?

(Spoiler: the answer can be a bit unexpected.)

So, in the last part, Mai broke up with Zuko, and now they're about to meet again in the company of Azula and Ty Lee after... some time (somewhat between twenty minutes and a couple of hours, really).

The pair had an opportunity to calm down and reflect on what happened (and in Mai's case, probably to hear the other girls' opinions), so I'm sure they are different people now!

They both have analyzed their wrong attitudes and relationship mistakes, and now they are wiser, and stronger, and fre...

Zuko: "Where is your new boyfriend?"

Zuko: "My life hasn't been that easy either, Mai." Mai: "Whatever!"

...Nevermind.

But let's not get ahead of events here.

The scene begins with the royal siblings approaching the girls. Zuko walks past Mai with sad expression on his face while she is glaring at his back. Then she looks away with resentment. But then...

Mai: "Hey."

Well, it was very... minimalistic. But it's good to know that Mai reevaluated at least some things here!

...Which ones exactly is an important question though. What if among them was the belief that nice butt is not a reason enough to stay with a guy who can innocently ask you one evening whether you prayed tonight or not?

Okay, okay, I know.

This butt joke was not very minimalistic.

Seriously though, if we leave alone the fact that Zuko is not exactly in the best state for romancing anyone due to him being a cringe-worthy disaster his major inner crisis...

And the fact that Mai clearly should try and find for herself some sources of endorphins which wouldn't depend on how far from a mental breakdown or a high treason her trainwreck of a prince currently is...

And the fact that this whole relationship wasn't such a great idea from the point of compatibility in the first place...

Who of the pair should've made a first move towards reconciliation in the perfect scenario?

Yep, that's a really important question here

I mean, at first it seemed obvious to me that it must be Zuko - since he was acting like an idiot and screwed up the loudest, but...

When I actually tried to analyze the situation through this paradigm, something in the picture didn't really add up. This pesky elusive something kept breaking the general logic, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it for quite some time, you know.

But I think I finally managed to figure out what it was about.

Mai's reluctant little "hey" is the key here, actually.

(It will be a long way, but I hope it will worth it)

Let's look at the totality of facts:

For the whole day, Mai's behavior indicated she doesn't value Zuko all that much.

On this background, he showed her all his ugly sides and gave her not just one, but several good reasons for a break-up.

Just now, he walked past her without stopping to apologize for his words or behavior.

She is clearly still angry at him.

And after all this, Mai, an egocentrical girl with perhaps a bit too much pride, still initiates contact with Zuko.

Doesn't it seem at least a little bit weird to you? It sure does to me.

And, in my opinion, it most likely means one thing...

It was really freaking cold on that beach at night.

... Okay, okay, sorry.

Azula was also a firebender, bad hypothesis.

It means that as soon as Mai got the opportunity to look at her life without Zuko, she suddenly felt that she needs him much more than she thought previously. Like, much more. So much, in fact, that even her pride, resentment and common sense couldn't really beat it.

And yet, she was treating him like a gum that stuck to her shoe. She wasn't grateful for that he gave her nearly enough and took his affection for granted.

So, you wanna know how badly Mai screwed up exactly?

Take the intensity of all cringe-worthy shit Zuko demonstrated today, add to it a little 'hey' multiplied by Mai's pride - and that will be your answer.

Math is so fun.

I always was bad at it though.

I doubt though that Mai herself realized even half of it - otherwise she wouldn't look that angry. I suspect it was mostly her need in itself that made her forget how to be "smart and proud" for once and make a first move.

Except that she probably rationalized it as "Since I'm feeling very generous tonight, I'll give this idiot another chance."

And she is still hoping for Zuko's apologies, so she could graciously forgive him and accept him back.

...Pfffft.

Good luck with this one.

Even though Zuko chilled out quite a bit since the party, until he sees the central belief on which his whole course of actions was based as misconception, he can't apologize for his behavior.

Well, technically he can, but...

"Hello, Mai, Zuko's here. Of course, you treated me like dirt and tried to freaking cheat on me on top after I fed you all the stuff you wanted and almost broke my brain by trying to find at least something about your negativistic ass to compliment... but I a little bit overreacted here. Calling you a big blah was a bit too much, I guess. You're only a small blah. So, yep. It's all I wanted to say. Take care here."

The thing is, Mai didn't really make it clear that she's loyal to Zuko when he doubted it. She only yelled at him for "blowing up over every little thing" without addressing the topic of jealousy directly, and then everything just gone to shit.

And as far as Zuko's knowledge goes, Mai could call her cheating "a little thing". So how exactly he's supposed to understand his mistake if Mai refuses to talk to him properly?

"He could simply use his brain", I can hear someone thinking loudly. Well, it doesn't really seem to be an option at the moment, does it?

You can thank the writer for this.

Mai here is smart though, and smart girls don't explain themselves to their stupid boyfriends even when it actively harms their relationship, apparently.

Fortunately for Mai though, this stupid boy is also lonely as heck. And despite Zuko's "Where is your new boyfriend?" line (which indicates he still resents Mai for her "infidelity" and probably has been imagining in all vivid details how she and Ruon-Jian feed each other fruit tarts since he left the party), he all but runs to her in response to a slightest hint he is still wanted.

Damn, I clearly need to think of some new Mai-related stuff to crack bad jokes about, don't I?

Zuko: "Are you cold?"

So... You're a good caring boy here, Zuko, there's no question about it. But... goddamit.

Is it physically possible to be more love-starved? You could take a leaf out of Mai's book about how to be proud, you know.

I mean, the hell are you doing getting all cozy with her? She just broke up with you! Oficially! After she supposedly tried to cheat on you! Yes, you were an idiot for believing so, but you don't know it yet (otherwise you'd be ashamed of your previous stupidity and wouldn't accuse her again like this).

Even if your reaction was... unnecessary scandalous that's one way to put it, cheating attempt is still a serious transgression (just like breaking up with a partner is a serious act). You can forgive her if you like, but you can't just 'are you cold' it off! You're supposed to talk about it, goddamit!

Perhaps if Zuko just waited a little bit longer instead of moving towards her, Mai would actually overcome her pride and explain the situation to him.

But when his relationship needed it most, Zuko's self-respect vanished. Again.

And now Mai knows that she can whistle at any moment and he'll run to her no matter what (not as fast as she'd prefer, admittedly, but they can work on it). Yep, that's exactly the message you need to give a girl who supposedly looks at other guys and believes it's okay to use you as a free service.

(No.)

How do you think you ended up in such a situation with her in the first place, boy? Give this girl an inch and she'll take a mile!

Ugh, whatever. I guess it doesn't make much sense to expect such an awareness from a lonely 16-year-old in his first relationship.

Naturally, getting in response to her huge gracious 'hey' just a pathetic show of care and forgiveness (as opposed to expected tearful repentance), Mai pushes Zuko away again, and thus concludes this segment of beach Maiko interactions. Yay.

The next dialogue of the pair centers around Mai's personality and demeanor, so I guess this is what we'll talk about next time. And... Mai fans, I warn you: it's not gonna be pleasant~ (when it ever was with me though, lol?)

Thanks for your attention!

(By the way, all you've just read could be  total bullshit, because the topic is quite complex and that in fact was my third attempt to analyze the situation, muhahaha! Take it or leave it.)

I ignore all notifications.

P. S.: I just realized something. Why it's zutara but Maiko for me? It's kinda contr-intuitive given my preferences, I suppose.  But I just feel like this. Maybe it's about difference between something familiar and alien. I'm not gonna change anything anyway - it would be too stressful for my autistic brain right now, lol.

R.I.P., Akira Toriyama.

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Chapter 11: Four-Fanged Offense (Section 3)

"Whew, that was scary." After confirming that his best friend was alright, Hector wiped the cold sweat off his brow.

Eliwood apologized to him. "I'm sorry. I wanted to try talking with him once no matter what it took to do so."

"Still…"

"All's well that ends well! And we got to know a bit about our foe." Lyn cut in as Hector tried to say something further. 

It wasn't unreasonable for Hector to be angry. Eliwood had nearly died. But just as Lyn said, though it wasn't much, they had certainly seen what their enemy was like.

"...So the Black Fang as a whole really is a group of chivalrous thieves. And they might just be manipulated to do as Nergal says… I wonder if there isn’t some way for us to talk to their leader, Brendan Reed?"

"Yes, there might be some way for us to end this without fighting." Lyn nodded.

"...I'm against that proposal."

"Hector?" Hector’s unexpected, deeply sullen response stuck with Eliwood.

"...Anyway, we should return to the inn. We might have a message from Pent and the others." Hector forced the end of the conversation, then immediately started walking back towards the inn.

"What’s with him? I wonder what could have happened?” Lyn said quietly in response to Hector’s mood.

But Eliwood knew exactly why Hector was against his idea.

The Black Fang killed Leila. They were the murderers of one of his subordinates, and as such, they should hate every last member.

Hector, who cared much more deeply about his friends and allies than the average person, likely had no intention of trying to talk anything out with the very group that had killed one of his allies.

The Black Fang was simply another enemy they had to take out. 

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Matthew began to move the moment Linus gave out the order to retreat and his subordinates complied.

If Matthew followed Linus’ followers, he concluded, then he would eventually end up at the Black Fang’s base. And so, he slipped away from Eliwood and his other allies without a word, and started to trail after them.

'I will find them! Just watch me, Leila…’

Matthew did everything he could to suppress the hatred that wanted to flow out from within him at any second, and ran. If they noticed him following them, then all his effort would be for naught. Keeping his presence hidden so that they would not sense he was there at all, he ran after them while also keeping his distance.

But there was a figure following after him.

“Hey, I’m going with you.”

When he realized that it was the ex-member of the Black Fang, he put a hand on the hilt of the dagger he kept hidden under his cape.

“You can’t be so angry. They’ll find you.”

At Legault’s words, Matthew calmed himself down once more. He was currently following someone. He had to hide every ounce of his presence. “...What are you doing?”

“Nothing really. I just so happened to see you tailing them. I immediately decided to do whatever I could to help.”

“Why are you going so far to help me? Worried about your old allies?

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t… Whoa, hey, calm down!”

He stopped Matthew from putting his hand on the hilt of his dagger again, then continued, “...The Black Fang as they are now is a far cry from how they used to be. Taking them down… Taking Nergal down… I suppose you could call it my revenge.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you about it next chance we get, I suppose. For now, we have to focus on following these guys’ don’t we?” Legault answered to dodge the question, and nodded towards the backs of the Black Fang members moving forward, now just small specks in the distance.

That was of course their priority, but Matthew couldn’t trust the aloof man in front of him.

He looked at Legault with a suspicious gaze. 

Legault mumbled in exasperation, “Fine. Here, just take it all," then pulled everything he had out from under his cloak, including his dagger, lockpick, and even his own personal vulnerary. "Now I’m totally unarmed. I’m not that strong… I’d have no hope of killing you with my bare hands. Now can you trust me, at least a little?”

“...There’s a possibility you might throw one of those rocks over there at me.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Are you gonna make me cut my own arms off?”

“I’d like to, but… At the moment, we need to hurry. I’ll trust you.” Matthew threw Legault’s belongings back at him, then focused on their pursuit. “...For now."

Legault returned everything to their proper places under his cape, then followed after Matthew.

☆

“...First, I need to talk to Brother… That woman really is far too shady…”

Linus, had disappeared from Eliwood’s sight, and was now walking the road to the Black Fang’s base alone. After his conversation with him, his suspicions about Sonia were even stronger.

But how could he reveal this fox in sheep's skin?

Ever since before the Black Fang had changed to become what it was now, he always needed to discuss everything with Lloyd, who he depended on for everything. But…

He was lost in his thoughts when he sensed a discomforting feeling, like something had suddenly entered his body.

“...Wh… What…?” In that instant, he felt intense pain and powerlessness assail his body. “You… I never felt your presence… nothing at all…"

All of the strength had been drained from his body and he could no longer will himself to move as he wished, but he just barely managed to turn around. There stood the eerie person with the golden eyes - Limstella.

“...Mad Dog Linus. You have such marvelous quintessence.” A red light shone in Limstella’s hand. There was no mistaking what it was. It was the quintessence they had just sucked out of him.

The moment they finished their business, Limstella disappeared into a teleportation circle.

Linus glared at the now empty space Limstella had disappeared from, and mustered up his last bit of energy to say, “...Dammit… …I… messed up…”

There were things that he needed to do. But he no longer had any strength left to carry them out. Limstella had stolen every last bit of it from him.

"Brother… I'm… so… rry…"

Leaving exactly what he was apologizing for a mystery forever, Linus of the Four Fangs breathed his last.

ー

[imtooscaredforthis]

Tethered

Part II- Chapter Fifteen: Springtime

Mentions of: Child Abuse, Bruises, L Bombs, Angst w Fluff

A/N: It might be a big tough to get through at first, but I promise it’s worth it!!

Tags: @autisticpickle @moonshineinasippycup @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @froegis

“C’mon Frank, let’s go.” You said impatiently, having all your things ready while Frank was still getting his stuff together. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

After a long and dreary winter, it was finally spring, and you couldn’t be any more excited. The sun was starting to come out more, flowers were blooming, and there was new life all around. You couldn’t wait to see it.

That was exactly what you were going to do today, having a picnic at the lake with Frank. It was also spring break, which was all Frank seemed to care about. While you wanted to see nature, all he cared about was getting time away from school.

Just as Frank joined you, your foster parent, Mr.Harris did as well. He looked the two of you up and down, eyeing the basket and blanket you had in hand. You tensed up, staring down at your feet.

“The hell is this?” He asked gruffly. You cleared your throat, speaking nervously. “Frank and I are going to have a picnic at the lake.”

A moment or two of silence went by, before he let out a loud, sarcastic chuckle, making you flinch. “Well, isn’t that just sweet? The two of you acting all lovey-dovey…That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen.”

You watched as Frank’s hands began to ball up into fists, growing even more nervous. You stood in front of Frank, shielding Mr.Harris away from him, and holding his hand behind your back, trying to calm him down.

It seemed like it worked, because his body relaxed slightly, and the once angry expression he had on his face softened. It looked like Mr.Harris was finished too since he hadn’t said anything else. So, you turned to leave, with Frank following behind.

“Leave the basket.” He ordered, making you freeze. “You heard me, kid. Leave the basket.”

Shakily, you walked over to the counter, placing the basket there. Frank could see how upset you were. He knew you were up late last night reading recipes and preparing the food. And now this asshole was going to take all your hard work? It was a bit too much for him to handle.

“No, she worked hard on this while you sit on your lazy ass all day, and you think you can just take it? That’s not fair. We’re taking this back.” Frank went to grab the basket before Mr. Harris stopped him.

He slammed Frank’s hand against the table, making him let out a cry of pain. You jumped, wanting to say something, do something to stop him. But you knew you couldn’t. It would just make things worse.

“Listen here you dumb little shit, life’s not fair. I’m the adult, and you two are still children. You listen to me and do as I say. And if I want something, you give it to me, got it?” When Frank didn’t reply, he punched him in the face, making you let out a small cry.

“I…got it.” He finally muttered, causing the man to let him go.

–

“I’m so sorry..” You murmured, gently resting the cold soda can on his left eye, which was bruised pretty badly. The two of you sat outside the convenience store, where you bought the soda and were now using it as a cold compress.

“No, I should be the one apologizing. That bastard took your basket after you worked so hard on it, and I just got so mad…and now we’re stuck here, spending our first day of spring break. Shit, I’m sorry, (y/n).” He groaned.

“It’s not your fault Frank. But it doesn’t matter. We can still have fun today and go to the lake. Nothing’s stopping us.” You told him. “Well, what about lunch?”

You glanced at the deli across from you with a grin. “I think we can figure something out.”

So, you might have spent all the money you saved from tutoring lessons and other jobs on the sandwiches you and Frank bought, but who cares? The two of you were going to have a nice afternoon at the lake, and nothing was going to stop you.

When you reached the lake, there was no one there. Just you, Frank, and a few ducks. It was perfect.

You let out a long sigh, spinning around, taking in the warm spring air, before laying down on the soft grass. Your boyfriend sat down beside you, scoffing to himself. “What is this, The Sound of Music or something?”

“Shush your mouth. Don’t ruin the moment.” You put a finger to his lips, shutting your eyes and feeling the ground underneath you.

When your parents were alive, they would take you on nice long walks into the woods and have picnics. Your mom always made the best sandwiches and brownies…you missed it, almost as much as you missed them.

But they were gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. So, you opted to continue the tradition with Frank instead.

It seemed like he was enjoying it, the food was pretty good, (not as good as your mother’s but way better than the crap you eat at school and your Foster home) and you both talked and joked around the whole time.

You even fed the ducks what was left of your sandwich, and you got them to go closer and closer. One was close enough to Frank that he could pet it, but when he tried, it bit him on the hand, causing the teen to swear and yell at the ducks, making all of them run away. You scolded him for it, even though it was pretty funny.

You laid back on the grass, letting out a long sigh. Frank laid down beside you, glancing over at you. You rolled over on your side to face him, while he did the same.

“I’m glad we stuck together throughout all these years.” You admitted with a smile. “Me too. It’s nice knowing someone’s got your back. Without you, I probably would’ve killed someone by now.”

“Don’t say that.” You pushed him, before grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him close to you. You pressed a soft kiss to his bruised eye, and then one to his lips.

And then, it slipped out.

“I love you.” Frank tensed up, pulling away and staring at you. It was much too soon, and you doubted he would be ready for that. God, why did you have to say it?

“What did you say? Say it again.” He moved his hands to your shoulders, holding you tight. “Say it, please.”

“I love you, Frank.” He let out a long shaky breath, and it seemed like that was the first time he ever heard it. Suddenly, he hugged you tight, kissing you deeply.

“I love you too.”

[starriwonderland]

I posted 32 times in 2022

That's 32 more posts than 2021!

23 posts created (72%)

9 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@star-star-fall-inlove

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I tagged 24 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#twisted wonderland - 21 posts

#twst nrc - 11 posts

#disney tw - 10 posts

#diasomnia - 9 posts

#malleus draconia - 9 posts

#twst headcanons - 8 posts

#twst malleus - 7 posts

#nrc - 7 posts

#lilia vanrouge - 7 posts

#vil schoenheit - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#rollo's reaction to seeing malleus ssr you cant tell me otherwise

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello! Hope youre doing well :) can i request for a very melancholy s/o with Vil? Generally a very nostalgic and introverted person but very warm, heartfelt, wise and understanding? A mature infp if you may LWNSKQ

Thank you ! Have a nice day :D

Hi anon I hope you have a nice day too! I've been doing better these few days and first I'd like to say that I apologize for taking so long on this, it was worded rather confusing to me and I lack knowledge on mbti personality types. Please request again if I didn't write it the way you liked. I did see the words melancholy, introvert, and heartfelt, and nostalgic so I wrote this as:

Vil with a shy introverted s/o

(Sorry it's kinda short </3 I hope that's ok)

(´；ω；｀)

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Reader: gn

Genres: Fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

Usually despite your shy introverted disposition, you were rather sweet around those who you were close to.

Vil liked that about you. You were someone who he could share his feelings with. You could do the same with him.

Vil doesn't really try to change the fact that sometimes you're shy because he found it rather cute

Everyone at school is kinda shocked by the fact that the Vil Schoenheit who is the image of confidence would date Y/n who was probably the second biggest introvert (next to the elder Shroud)

I imagine that Vil REALLY adores your maturity, something a lot of the NRC students lacked at times. Vil considers himself to be a rather mature person.

Vil loved it most the quiet times you'd spend together, just having your presence was enough for him to feel calm.

He's not going to force you to be really social with others if it makes you uncomfortable.

You don't have to worry about people poking fun at you because you were shy, because no one wants to make Vil angry. (And if they did they must be very stupid and better get someone to plan their funeral /hj)

113 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#4

Hihi! I wanted to request a headcanon of Idia and Azul of how they would take a male s/o out on a date :D thanks!

Hi! I love this idea so much! I tried my best to make the reader male! I got stuck on what to write so I added crack because this is the twst-verse I hope that's okay!

Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Crack if you squint.

Warning(s): mushrooms, slight ooc on Azul's part sorry I'm still learning about him, mentions of social anxiety on Idia's part.

Reader: Male

Character(s): Idia and Azul

Okay so CAPITALISM—

I'm joking💀

Azul will take you on a date AWAY from Mostro Lounge because he doesn't want the Tweels interfering

They still did anyway

Got the right from Headmaster to leave the campus don't ask how. All you need to know is Crowley is graciously giving his full permission.

A gentleman, he bought you flowers and wanted to take you to dinner!

Wanted everything to go perfectly but Tweels intervined :,)

Took you to a fancy restaurant and you guys sat down

You both ordered pasta as the waiter respectfully wrote down what you wanted.

A band was playing music to fit the romantic atmosphere

Everything was perfect...too perfect (Leech twins cue to come try to mess everything up for funsies)

His glasses went askewed when he finds out Jade is the 'new waiter' when there food is delivered.

"Unfortunately I will be serving you now as the last waiter has finished his shift" obviously it was a lie. Since when did jade work here?

Azul was kinda nervous about eating now as Jade expectantly waited for you both to try your food.

One bite and it was evident that the recipe had been modified with mushrooms

Jade looks every bit pleased by you guys reactions to the fungi and notes everything down.

Well if that wasn't embarrassing enough Floyd is now trying to take over the music band because "their taste in music was too sappy and boring" the guests are just bewildered at the scene.

"If you two are here, who's watch The dorm and Mostro Lounge?" He asked in a serious tone.

Azul looked very upset until he heard joyous giggles coming from you. He loved your laugh and now he's laughing too.

You were having a great time regardless of the twins shenanigans.

Of course he'd take you out again on a proper date though (or at least try to.

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129 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

How the Twst Characters Would Drive a Car Pt. 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Characters: Heartslaybul and Savanaclaw

Genre: Crack headcanons

Warnings: None

This was a random idea that just popped into my head.

• Can he even reach the pedals?

• Riddle is definitely the type of person that strictly adheres to the laws of the road no question about it.

• If you're riding with him you'll follow them too "Wear your seatbelt y/n, don't distract the driver, no eating in the car..." Yeah stuff like that.

• Doesn't road rage but he will turn as red as his hair if someone cut him off.

• 8/10 recommend, he's a good driver but boring

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135 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#2

I have writers block so I'll serve you a word vomit of angst

• Imagine a long time after everything at NRC, after graduation, after Malleus becomes king, Lilia lives in that small cottage again

• Imagine him keeping a diary so he wouldn't forget his memories but for some reason stopped.

• Imagine Lilia opening his diary for the first time in years to be reminded of his time in NRC and that he had a son

• Imagine Lilia searching desperately for his son only to find his grave with a sword symbol engraved in it

• Imagine him remembering Silver's death and that he didn't record it because he didn't want to accept the fact that his son was gone.

Imagine that

Your reminder that Lilia will have to bury Silver one day, and that fact that he is a knight doesn't make his chances of living a long life any better.

152 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I personally headcanon that Malleus gave Lilia absolute HELL when he was a kid. Not that he meant to 😭 but chaos always just happened.

he probably wasn't spoiled but most likely very demanding it shows💀

654 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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[peninkwrites]

The First Night - Ch 8 of 9

Ponk gets caught in a lie, but Sam will understand. He just needs to let them explain.

[CW: violence, abuse, and police brutality. While it is all heavily aligned with canon of the law abusing its power, this AU puts it a bit closer to our world and those contexts, read with caution.]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 7

Ch 9

Mafia AU masterpost

~ Ponk ~

“…what are you doing?”

Ponk knows that voice.  That is Sam’s work voice.  The one he brought home occasionally and Ponk would remind him to relax.  Sam would apologize, because that voice wasn’t for his partner, it was for ordering around officers, and talking to suspects.

“Sorry! Sorry, I had to go help a friend. Didn’t want to wake you,” Ponk turns to drop the keys.  Maybe he hasn’t noticed.

��…with my keys.”

“Huh?” Ponk tries confusion.  “Oh!  Yeah, must’ve grabbed yours by accident.  Was in a bit of a panic.”

“Ponk,” Sam steps closer.  “Why did you have my keys?”

“I told you, grabbed the wrong set in a panic.  Sorry if I scared you.  My friend– He thought he broke his arm?  Was freaking out, didn’t want to go to hospital without insurance, so I said I’d come take a look.  I should’ve woken you.  I know,” Ponk knows they’re talking too much and too fast, but Sam doesn’t feel right.

Sam takes another step closer, towering over them.  “Why are you lying to me?”  He doesn’t sound angry.  Not yet.  It’s this awful, eerie calm.

“You’re… you’re dressed,” Ponk isn’t looking him in the eye, instead they stare at Sam’s belt.  The one with his gun.  Sam always puts it in the safe after work.

“Yeah.  You weren’t here,” Sam says like that is in any way an answer.

“Well, I’m home now.  You can change.  Put that in the safe,” Ponk subconsciously takes a step back, hitting their closed front door.

“Hm,” Sam drums his fingers on the side table, staring at the bowl of keys.  “What friend?”

“Red?  You met him once.  I know him through work.  Helps me find stuff for Eret.”

“Right…” Sam steps back, leaning against the counter, Ponk finding it easier to breathe now.  “You know, at work I had to have an uncomfortable conversation the other day.  I told the staff they need to be careful with what they tell their families, because until we find the mole, everyone is fair game.  I felt like a bit of a hypocrite, really.  Talking about work with you was the only way I could try to manage it all.”

He still sounds calm.  Ponk doesn’t understand it.  Sam, who cried at kids movies and got flustered at the smallest of compliments, is utterly unfazed, despite Ponk seeing exactly where this is going.

Ponk isn’t scared.  They have never been afraid of Sam and they never will be, it’s Sam.  But this is hard.  This is the part where they explain.  That they got stuck in it and there was one way out and they just didn’t want him getting hurt.

“Sam, I know you’re confused, but–”

“I’m not confused, Ponk,” that same terrible calm.  “Why do you think I’m confused?”

“Because, I don’t think you have the whole picture,” Ponk says slowly.

“Okay.  Tell me then.”

“Okay,” Ponk feels the front door behind them.  The smart thing to do would be to leave now.  They’re not leaving him.  “What do you think happened?”

“Is there a reason you don’t want to tell me?”  Sam asks.  “You know how this goes.  Nothing to hide, nothing to fear.”

“Sam,” they laugh nervously.  “Sam.  It’s me.  You know me.”

Sam’s expression, so carefully guarded, finally has a flicker of hurt.  “Maybe I don’t,” Sam finally shows some emotion and it’s something so cold and bitter it’s as much a stranger to Ponk as whatever mask he’s been trying to keep up.

“Okay, okay.  I’ll explain best I can, Sam.  Could you– Would you just sit down?” Ponk shifts from foot to foot.  They’re not scared of Sam, they’re just nervous.  There’s a difference.

“No.  We’re going to stay standing.  And I think, if you really going to own up to it, this should be an official statement,” Sam stops leaning against the counter, stepping closer.

“Official statement,” Ponk scoffs.  “What, like you’re gonna arrest me or something?”

Sam isn’t stopping.

“Could you– Please, just step back,” Ponk reaches out a hand to stop him.  What the fuck am I doing?  It’s Sam.  He won’t hurt you.

“Ponk…” Sam almost sounds apologetic.  He doesn’t step back.  “You’re not going to put up a fight, right?”

“You’re joking,” Ponk doesn’t know why their voice is shaking.  Sam wouldn’t do this.  “Why can’t I explain here?  It’ll all make sense, I promise, and I know– I know you’re probably upset, but there’s a reason, Sam, for all of this.  You won’t arrest me because– because you wouldn’t.  And after I explain, you’ll–”

“Yeah.  I wouldn’t arrest you, Ponk.  Just like you would never…” Sam stops with a heavy sigh.  “Please don’t make me do this, Ponk.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Sam!  If you wanted to, you can sit down and– and let me tell you why!” Ponk is getting more frantic, stepping further away from Sam.  Fran has followed them, pacing between the two of them, uneasy at the tension.

But there shouldn’t be any tension, because Sam is going to listen to them.

“I am giving you another chance, Ponk.  Make this right.  Come with me, quietly.  We go, you make a statement, and you can make your case,” Sam sounds horribly like he’s trying to be kind.

“To who?  To you, or to a judge?!” Ponk snaps.

Sam pauses.  He looks tired.  He goes to their bedroom door.  “Fran,” he whistles, nodding her over.  Fran hesitates, pacing hesitantly between them, whining.  “Come on, girl.  Come here,” Sam nods her over.  Fran obeys.  Ponk doesn’t move.  They don’t know why this scares them more than anything else, everything is telling them to run, but they can’t.  Because they know Sam will listen.  Sam shuts her in the bedroom.

Sam continues on with that same agonizing calm.  “Do you expect me to treat you differently to everyone else?  You know what you’ve done, and I have an obligation to do my job,” Sam is stepping closer again.

“I expect you to trust me!”

Silence, Sam staring at them, eyebrows raised, almost amused.   “Trust you?  Why would I trust you?”  Sam stands over them once more, a hand pressed to the wall, keeping them trapped there.

Ponk clams up, and suddenly they don’t think they should give this man an explanation.  They know not to tell the police jack shit, but Sam was supposed to be different.  This conversation, one Ponk had both dreaded and accepted as a possibility, was meant to be one of apologies and understanding between loves.  Whatever this is, it isn’t that.  “Why are you doing this?” Ponk sounds like they’re pleading.  “This– This isn’t the Sam I know.  Is your job really more important than us?  Why are you letting it control you?  We can just talk.”

Sam takes their hand.

For a moment Ponk feels relief.

“I am doing this of my own free will, Ponk.”

Then the metal starts to click around their wrist.

“S-Sam, you need to chill with this!” Ponk kicks him, pushing off from the wall so Sam stumbles back, losing his footing against the coffee table.  Sam wouldn’t.  He wouldn’t.  He’s going to stop.  Even as they think this, Ponk bolts for the door.

They don’t make it.

It all happens too fast.  Ponk feels Sam grab their arm to drag them back just before they can reach the door handle.  A lamp falls as they’re dragged back, a jar of dog treats hits the floor and shatters, a picture frame with it, the side table hits the ground loud enough to wake the neighbors and Fran won’t stop howling and scratching at the door and Ponk keeps struggling as the man they love refuses to let them go.

Until they hear a bone break.  Pain is quick to follow.

Sam never lets go of their hand.

[bakshiis]

why are you like this? were you not hugged as a child?

regardless of what people might say or think about me, i do not like getting angry. in a way, i'm ashamed of it. sharp words and low blows are something i resort to because i feel like it's what i need to do in the situation. i wasn't always like this. at one point in my life i was actually an awkward kid. a kid that wasn't ashamed to be a dork. a kid that actually showed a little bit of kindness. i wonder sometimes if basil remembers those times, remembers that version of me like i do. usually, i wonder about it in moments like these. where we're arguing about something so minuscule that both our ideas would make hardly a difference once the avatar skin dropped. it's no secret that i can sometimes be a little bit harsh in meetings. ever since basil had started working at mq, it had only gotten worse.

i don't remember exactly what i had said to make basil ask those questions. once the words had slipped out of his mouth my head went fuzzy. that anger i had grew then. how could he ask me such a thing? basil already knew the answer to his questions. my childhood is what brought me here, after all. the brad that i once was would have never made it far as i had, as far as zack did. i had become the person i had once hated in order to try and surpass him. i wonder if basil recognizes that, if that's why he had decided to make such a personal jab at me.

i'm silent for longer than i would like to me. it's like i'm stuck stiff sitting here, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists in my lap. i don't know what to say. there's this brief moment where i think about dropping the conversation all together, apologizing for everything that i had done to basil. how i had dropped of the face of the earth, cut all contact between the two of us. there's this guilt pooling in the bottom of my stomach and i feel sick. i don't like that feeling. so instead of focusing on it, i decide to do what has always propelled me further in the past.

i bite back.

"you know why i'm like this, basil." my tone is low, steady. for how angry i am my voice is shockingly calm. there's no use in shouting and throwing a fit. it's pathetic, weak. showing that your hurt will only lead to more hurt. instead i deliver my blows in a cool and calculated fashion. that hurts the other person more. and i want him to hurt, not me. "i wasn't hugged as a child. but you know that, don't you? in fact, you might know that better than anyone." after all, basil was one of the only people that dared to befriend me back then.

"y'know what, i've got a question of my own." my head tilts back, brow raising, smirk tugging at the corner of my lip. "why are you like this?" i pause then, moving to rest my elbows on the table, leaning further across the conference table. "were you not hugged as a child?" i pause, head tilting to the side. a small gasp passes my lips, like i've had a revelation. "wait ... i know the answer to that one! no, you weren't."

my face falls then, smirk disappearing from my face. "i know what you're doing. you're just as much of an actor as i am." i push arms off the table, leaning back in my chair as my arms rest on my chest, hands linking together. "we both are putting on this act to hide that part of ourselves. don't you dare try to bring up my past here. just because we were friends once upon a time doesn't make us friends now. you know nothing about me, not anymore. i've changed, rather you like it or not."

@prismpowa

[malleryanne]

*RANT WARNING*

ok this is going to trigger the fuck out of a lot of people probably but I don't give a single damn because I've been stewing over a stupid comment and I need to rant. I hate when toxic directioners just hop straight onto the hate train with absolutely no hesitation (like the whole Zayn & yolanda situation and the podcast thing with Liam that got him way more hate than anyone deserves) and then as soon as the drama is over and people have calmed their asses the directioners that were hating on a member come back and start staning them again acting all sorry and apologizing. if you guys are going to constantly be switching sides but not sticking up for your "idol" when it actually counts, they don't need you as a fan. cancel culture is toxic as fuck because people make monsters out of someone who just made a mistake, like human beings do. this isn't even the worst part though because what makes me really fucking angry is when the toxic directioners generalize the whole fandom and act like what they did was ok because "all directioners" did it. the comment I saw the other day was on a sad Liam edit with him talking about how the hate affected him and a "directioner" said that we (the fandom) made Liam feel like that. I was like, bitch? who the fuck is "we". just because your fake ass just decided to go along with everyone's toxic and hateful opinions about Liam doesn't mean that all directioners did. I personally have never stopped supporting any member throughout any type of drama and I have never made anything even close to hate comment towards one of the members because unlike you I'm actually a fucking real supporter and a decent human being. plus I saw countless of other directioners sticking up for Liam during the hate situation, so no, the directioners didn't do that to him because the people that hated on him honestly don't even deserve to be called a directioner. don't group us real ones in with you please when you talk about that. sure if you guys are sorry for what you did to him, that's wonderful, but honestly if you truly, truly cared about him, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. and before anyone that still is hating on Liam for some stupid fucking reason says he deserved it, no, he didn't. he made a mistake, said things he didn't mean, partly because the people who he was with knew what they were doing. the other members don't have harsh feelings towards him so why should you? he apologized afterwards to Zayn and some time ago Zayn actually commented on one of Liam's insta posts calling him his brother. Louis also stuck up for Liam during this as well. again, for the people that hated on him and are sorry now, I'm glad your sorry, and I understand that sometimes it's easy to just believe everything people say, but next time you should really try to understand the whole situation and view the person as a human rather than a celebrity before you just start attacking them. this rant is mostly about the Liam situation, but that's because this is my best example but I did see similar things with Zayn after the whole ab*se accusations. if you guys are going to love your idol and hate them the next, I repeat, they don't need you as a fan. also don't generalize an entire fandom so you can make an excuse for your actions.

i know I probably offended a lot of people but at least I'm not stewing in my head anymore lol.

also let's be clear, when I say stop cancel culture, Im not saying to forgive people who do stuff that's actually deserving of criticism such as being racist, ect.

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hii (◍•ᴗ•◍) I love your posts and I'd like to request a gn!reader that's seen as a pretty/handsome and admirablely intelligent person (like Kokomi with strategy wise) but they have a short temper, and they get jealous because a woman? Or a guy has been flirting with their partner.

I wanted this for Albedo, Venti, Scaramouche. You can add more characters you have ideas for too (´∀`)

Intelligent S/O who has a short temper and gets jealous easily

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= venti x gn! Reader, scaramouche x gn!reader, albedo x gn!reader

Note🍀= ilysm thank u for requestinf 🤬🤬🤬🤬👉💐💕

Part 2: Since their s/o is smart and popular theyre the ones that get jealous since they keep getting asked out

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Albedo

- when he first met you, you were somewhat of a special guest as jean then given to albedo because she was sure you would be of help.

- And she was right, over the hours you were over albedo got how many things done! Through albedo’s eyes you were mature and extremely intelligent, you got things done fast and you always gave your input. Your intelligence is one of the reasons he fell inlove with you

- On top of that you were beautiful, even the slightest sight of your skin made people swoon, the way you walk the way you talk, it was all just so mesmerizing

- Even the great stoic albedo got caught in a haze staring at your hair moving with dragonspine’s air

- There was also a small quirk to you when you first met, everytime one of the experiments went wrong you silently raged and usually had to go out of the area to scream and whine in anger to yourself, and for some reason the alchemist found it quite cute for someone as smart as you to have such a hard time controlling their anger

- Fast forward to when your dating your still that smart little thing thats always up for mind games, except Albedo hasnt caught on that you have slight anger issues-

- Youve been trying to stop yourself from being so angry, but you also get jealous extremely easily and it makes your blood boil as a client of Albedo’s touches his chest softly and whispers in his ears.

- The string of calmness in you snaps as you stomp over to Albedo and slaps away the womans hand as she was reaching out for his cheeks.

“Thats my fucking boyfriend, i suggest you stop flirting with him or touching him. Your a client not a woman hes gonna have a one night stand with.”

- Albedo’s seen you angry but he cant help but blush in shock from your sudden jealousy

- As the client leaves the room you sigh and pout

“Albedo! How can you just be okay with someone touching you so sensually-!”

“Ah, i didnt exactly think anything of it till you did that..”

- If you show any more worry of someone stealing albedo away from you no need to worry, he’ll try his very best to reassure you that he’s all yours

Venti

- mondstat never wouldve known that the famous Y/N thats known for solving countless mysteries, helping during some of the hardest times in different nations and is also incredibly beautiful would date the stuck up alcoholic that spends 90% of his time at angels share.

- You met at windrise and you were there for a break after the knights of favonius caught wind of your arrival and practically begged for your help.

- Venti stared at you and was caught in a haze, staring at your exhausted eyes that somehow still looked magical and looking at your soft hair, you were surprised to see him staring and from the looks of it he was a bit tipsy

“Ah-! Have i disturbed you in some way? Apologies, i’ll go n-“

“Ehe, no no you didnt bother me at all, you just look quite exquisite for someone who was absolutely bombarded by questions from the knights”

He flirted with you and nudged your shoulder while smirking, everyone in mondstat knew you were here.

- overtime you simply kept meeting and you both ended up falling inlove, you told him you had anger issues but to be honest he found it more funny than a bother.

- You’re now in a relationship with venti and its been 7 months, he knows you get angry but he’s never exactly seen you jealous since you hide it so well, but there was this one night when you were celebrating yet another problem solved by you in angels share and you noticed a seemingly drunk man hitting on venti, sending flirty little touches and stating overly sexual pickuplines. It was a pain to see venti too drunk to even respond, this was your thank you party not theirs.

“Sir, could you kindly fuck off from my boyfriend and how about never flirt with him ever again? I know it must be so hard to keep your paws off someone’s significant other but i suggest you try before i punch you into the next timeline.”

- your words along with the threatening smile you wore scared the man into stepping away from your boyfriend and running out of the tavern, you swear youve never seen venti so smug.

- After the whole fiasco he pokes on your jealousy while you grit your teeth and frown the whole time

“Ahhh~~ your so smart yet so jealous~ what a combo-! I should get you jealous more often i barely get to see you like that since your always working or somethi-“

Scaramouche

- omg, you have a short temper too? Yall are such a dangerous power couple

- You were formally invited by the tsaritsa to the fatui as a strategy commander and honestly scaramouche was impressed, never showed it though. He would watch you mesmerized as you worked on infiltration plans and ordered the underlings in such a mature way.

- Your looks were no different from your skills, your eyes showed sophistication and every curve of your body somehow interested the harbinger. What he didnt expect to see was you whining and screaming in your office, you were banging your head against the wall while emotions ran through you and he found it quite interesting that someone who looks as sagacious as you was so angry.

- So now here you are, youve been dating Scaramouche for almost a year and you two know eachother inside out, your still a strategy commander who has to go into another room to scream your anger into the wall and he’s still an unbearably arrogant harbinger.

- you watch as you stare at the woman making moves on the great balladeer at a ball specifically for organizations similar to the fatui. You watch as the woman in that bejeweled black dress takes his hand in hers and invites him to dance. You can see your boyfriends eyes twitching as her voice goes through his ears, it definitely looks like a pain-

- You cant hold that envy any longer and you walk up to the pair and pull the silently raging scaramouche out of her arms

“Sorry miss, but id like to be the one dancing with my boyfriend, definitely not the woman who’s infamous for being a spoiled brat according to your entire community.”

- you pull scaramouches laughing, smug face and you pout.

“Tch- your really jealous?”

- you whine and frown as he teases your jealous figure

“Well i wouldnt he surprised- this is quite amusing~ Imagine if your underlings saw their oh so great strategy commander getting jealous-“

- Shut this stupid twink up pls 🧏‍♀️

Requests open and reblogs are super appreciated!