#sorry idk why but he brings out the WORST in me

[kel-lance]

Quickie w Yuta

-- Warnings: MDNI!! DC/NC, exhibitionism, creampie, humiliation, manipulation, ownership, etc...

(just a quick thought i had)

He’s aloof and cruel

“Yuta….” 

“Hurry up or we’ll have to leave early.” He threatens. You put the rest of your weight down on his lap, pushing further into your cervix than you can handle. you hold a a hand over your mouth to not let out a noise. 

He sighs as he releases himself in you. So deep it feels like his head broke through your womb, like it was poking through your organs.

Your toes slip and your body hangs off his cock, heightening his orgasm as his head grinds further into you. 

You focus yourself on holding back a yelp, this was gonna hurt so much more later, as healing always was the worst part.

You were trying your best to seem normal, maybe just a little tipsy and needing the support of your boyfriend, but to be sitting on him at a party was way out of your comfort zone. 

You were just talking to him before you felt the bulge in his pants hardening. You almost wanted to get up but knew bt then that it wasn’t up to you. 

Yuta's friendly smile was what everyone always saw, you knew you couldn’t do much but play along.

[l-e-g-i-o-n-losh]

Sometimes i wonder if gaining weight would ever be viable or if it would double fuck my mystery joints to have to carry more (i have in the past been directly ordered by nurses to gain a little weight and prescribed supplements to do so but 1) they are spensive and 2) dad starts waxing fatphobic about "my health" when my ribs are still clearly visible) and then i get caught up in a completely theoretical dysphoria paradox loop about going to the trouble of finally getting top surgery only to gain weight and distribute fat right back to the bust and whether i would actually ever feel ok with my body under any circumstances. Idk.

I think about things like surgery and hrt a lot more than i have since we originally came out bc i feel like if I'm trying to shape my adult life into something i actually want to live then thats a huge component and I've already put it off a decade, but at the same time i still feel so stupid and anxious trying to look into it bc i dont even have regular healthcare and the state of our nation is so sucks and although i feel like i really know who I'm becoming or at least trying to i do NOT feel like i have enough cred to convince dad that i am capable of permanent adult life decisions, especially with how he doesn't even like the thought of me getting my ears pierced. He's always going to feel some degree of posession over my body and like its ok to manipulate me or stalk me or whatever if he "knows better" and its in my "best interest" and right now its not a problem bc we're a household and he gets a lot of managerial power anyways so it doesn't come up much but i always worry in the back of my mind what would happen if i ever did Really move out again.

He wants me to "act my age" and hit normal benchmarks like getting a job and dating and shit but like when am i Ever going to have time to work or meet people socially when I'm a 24/7 live in assistant and where am i going to get the PRIVACY to get to know somebody like that, even IF i wanted to, which i SHOULDN'T HAVE TO. He suggested arranging like zoom playdates for me once so i wouldn't get under socialized. That is NOT going to make me "normal" dude.

[rxdidz]

hi love!! can i request the bnha boys when they're jealous? please and thank youu!! :D hope you're having a great day and remember to take breaks whenever you need to ♡

⨳ the bnha boys when jealous !!

hcs / ft. katsuki, izuku, shoto, sero, denki

katsuki

the worst out of everyone here

gets jealous even when denki says hi to you 😭

like he’s OKAY if the person doesn’t know your together but when they do he’s about to throw hands

SO much eye rolling n grumbling when that guys talking

insults him at least once

he trusts you but like he wants to be the only guy to make u smile

when the guy tries to hug you bye?? he instantly grabs your hand and turns you guys in the other direction.

probably makes fun of him as soon as he leaves 😣

he’s so petty, he’s quiet afterwards n not responding to u 😭

izuku

he’s so cutie patootie

he looks so concerned like his eyebrows are furrowed HELP

probably frowning a bit as you talk because did he just touch your shoulder???

like he’s quietly fuming in the background

holds your hand <3

overthinks a lot n hes so quiet that you have to wave your hand in front of his face 😭

tries to make it not obvious but fails

afterwards he looks so sad kiss him

“he was just, kinda looking at you funny..” he mumbled.

he just gets more insecure than jealous i think pls reassure him

shoto

quieter than usual

also he’s never felt jealous before so he’s like??? why am i so mad???

also frowning and just observing your behaviour with this guy

wants you guys to leave rn

once the guy makes a comment about how u look good today he bluntly asks “y/n, what time it?” so you guys can go 😭

you guys stay for like 5 more minutes and the whole time hes trying not to glare at him

he grabs your hand “we have to go, sorry.” he apologizes but he does not mean it.

he’s also really quiet because he’s embarrassed 😭

sero

the chillest of everyone here

he’s mature so he doesn’t make a big deal outta it

like if the guy doesn’t know your in a relationship it’s okay because your pretty he knows that ⁉️

but if he does know then he’s mad cause like back off 😭

looks annoyed while he talks but it’s okay

agrees with every compliment he gives you and brings up something about you dating

plays with your hands as you talk

once he asks you out that’s when he’s genuinely annoyed cause what

“uh, shes with me.” he stated.

teases you afterwards with a stupid grin “idk go ask your boyfriend.”

denki

pouty.

very clingy

he gets jealous but not in the mad at you way

he came over to u and threw his arm over your shoulder

“hey babe! who’s this?”

once the guy flirts with you his grins fades and he’s just staring blankly at him.

he trusts u ofc but he doesn’t trust this guy 😭

hugs you from behind as you talk

“cmon, let’s go eat lunch now!” he whined, playfully dragging you away. (but he’s fr like let’s leave rn)

when your eating lunch together hes talking about it the whole time.

“did you think he was funny? because i didn’t..” he pouted.

“kaminari i have to talk to him we’re doing a project together??😭”

[magerightsmagefights]

I know people tend to forget Wyll a lot in this fandom (I wonder why. What Could Possibly Be Different. Can you spot the difference?/s) but I'm genuinely surprised at the lack of Durge x Wyll content. Especially if you're going Redeemed, there's that inherent flavor of "My lover cannot know the truth, I am horrible and they would hate me, they would be correct to hate me." And with Wyll it's just... so juicy, he's so pure and shining, and Durge is so filled with filth and misery that there's barely a person left underneath.

Idk, as a femme romance reader I've spent so many years reading the "love redeems" arc where a FMC plays beauty to an MMC beast, in every genre, medium, budget, etc. I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum, but beauty and the beast as a story structure has never done it for me.

until it's reversed, apparently, because Wyll as the beauty to Durge's beast needs to be injected directly into my veins like yesterday. All the other companions are good and sweet, don't get me wrong, but their reactions are coded like 'i accept you,' where Wyll to me comes off much more as 'we will heal you.' He doesn't have any funny little quips about you trying to bite him, no innuendos, no "I Will Put You Down" a la Laezel, he's just... so good, and he believes in your inherent goodness, he so easily sees "you" and "your urges" as wholly seperate entities he would step between if he could.

Speaking of which!! The coronation scene, when everyone finds out you're Bhaalspawn? I never see anyone talking about Wyll's reaction compared to other companions getting angry (even Dark Shadowheart will yell at you) because Wyll seems to be the ONLY PERSON who immediately separates you(the person he knows) from you(the person you used to be). Astarion isn't angry, he even appreciates your scheme freeing him from Cazador, but he also kinda falls into the whole "I will talk to you as if you are the exact same person who did these things, this is Your True Nature and I feel positive about it."

Wyll's reaction feels like the only one saying "You WERE that," instead of "You ARE that." It also feels like the only one that kinda-sorta acknowledges Durge's actual amnesia, because he doesn't treat this revelation like a betrayal the way the other "good" companions do. They be saying "The real evil was hiding within our ranks all along" like wym hiding? Durge didn't know either, how tf they supposed to tell you?

Wyll doesn't even blink. Once he knows what you are, his No.1 priority is reassuring YOU about it. The fact you're Bhaalspawn isn't a betrayal; it's a Horrible Burden and he's sorry you have to bear it, but there have been others like you who were good, who overcame, and your blood isn't who you are. His first instinct is to offer hope, to reassure you that there's a way out, he believes so hard that your urges are a defeatable enemy and he's ready to fight them with you.

(I also fall into the Durge And Gortash Fucked camp, and I cannot overstate the tastiness of Durge waltzing into the coronation of their ex, the Worst Man Alive, while bringing along their new boyfriend, the Best Man Alive)

Idk, I've just never engaged in a romance where I played the part of the Beast. As much as people rag on pure, princely archetypes, I don't actually see them that often. I genuinely don't remember the last time I read/saw a male lead behave like Wyll, but I've seen plenty of Astarions, Fenrises, Rhysands, etc. Romance loves a fixable MMC, but so rarely an MMC who wants to do the fixing.

Anyway. Justice for Wyll or whatever. I can only cross my fingers that future DLC will include more romance content, because we all deserve to have a Beauty for our Beast sometimes.

[creativesaturn]

hey!! i absolutely love your writing style, and i have notifications specifically on so i don’t miss when you post :) i had an idea that literally just came to me but i don’t really have any plot to go with it 😭

so basically, any cm character (maybe hotch, emily or spence?) walking in on the reader drawing said character & the reader gets really embarrassed and tries to put it away, but the character actually really likes the drawing and asks to keep it and just something wholesome idk 😭🫶

absolutely don’t feel pressured to write this, just had an idea and thought i’d share <3

Summary: Hotch finds out about your drawing hobby.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 515

a/n: sorry this took so long to post! I wanted to scrap it and redo it but I decided not to. That's really sweet of you thank you so much!!! hope you enjoy 💞💞

Aaron knocked on your hotel door, not once, but twice.

You were too busy listening to music that filled your sense of hearing, and completely focusing on the pencil in your hand.

For the past few days you've been struggling to find something to draw. It was one of your hobbies that you genuinely enjoyed, but it was always hard finding motivation.

But today, on the jet. You burned the image of Aaron sitting by the window during the sunset, just so you could draw it later. It was a sight for sore eyes. You didn't care if he could notice you staring, you needed to keep every detail engraved in your mind.

So--as soon as you step foot in your hotel room, you knew exactly what you were going to do.

"y/n?" Aaron's voice startling you as he stood inches behind you.

You quickly turned around, looking up at the tall man. You pulled your headphones out your ears; mouth agape unsure what to say.

He glances behind you to see what had your attention, his face had an expression you couldn't quite make out. So, you thought of the worst.

You quickly turned back, taking the piece of paper to turn over and hide.

"Is that me?" He asked, voice soft as he spoke.

"Uhm--Yeah.. Yeah, it-it is.." You stumbled over your own words, "It's totally stupid though, 's not even done yet." You mumbled, your voice so low he was unsure if he heard you.

"It's not stupid," He retorted, reaching for the paper. You quickly pulled back, watching his eyes as they widened.

"Let me see."

"No.."

"Please?"

You looked down at your hands, sighing as you slowly handed him the paper. You fidgeted with your fingers as you looked anywhere but his eyes, afraid of what you'll see in his expression.

"You're very good with details," He complimented you. "Where'd you learn how to do this?" He asked sincerely, looking up from the drawing to look at your face.

"Just something I learned over the years," You shrugged. "I get bored a lot." You looked up at him, profiling his reaction.

He had a soft smile, his eyebrows raised as if he was impressed and you swore his eyes glistened.

"Can I keep it?" Aaron asked.

"You--You want to keep it?" You asked, shocked at the question.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He chuckled, bringing the page down to his side to show he had his attention on you.

"Because.. I don't know..." You shrugged, unable to hide the smile that he gave you.

"The team is waiting for us, by the way." Aaron laughed, seeing the bright pink that danced across your face.

"Okay." You nodded, making your exit out of the hotel.

Not many people knew you drew, at least well. When you'd tell people they expect stick figures and doodles you'd find on the side of a middle schoolers test. And every time they'd notice, it was always the same expression. It never failed to bring you joy and validation from others compliments.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[cookiepie111]

Bite me. Love me

König x black reader

A/N-He's weird a walking red flag but the red flags are hazy almost like they're not there? Like a marage. His red flags are something you quite can't put a finger on at first until you realise it's everything it's the sum of all he's doing. A good boyfriend but a bit strange Idk he's sort of a you gotta get uncomfortable before you get comfortable

For me könig a bit of a strange man a man. He kinda understands social cues, but sometimes gets them a bit wrong. he slightly pushes your boutons and boundaries to see what he can get away with and how he can squeeze you

It's kinda like he has you in his teeth but he's not actually biting down, just grinding and rolling you in-between his teeth, he likes it and you're 'safe' that way, he wouldn't actually hurt you

Listen, sorry for all that yapping, but you needed to hear it. Anyway, a longer/second part to könig failed flirting attempt.Please like, reblog, and comment. Not proofread

Tag list: @thatmusedhatter @himboelover @canyonswft13 @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome @lanalafey

You lost a bag that's cool, that's fine, although wouldn't call it lost, stolen more like given? Bag was practically thrown it into the robbers' hands. self-preservation above all else.

You couldn't focus on a single thing. Thoughts and worries tangle in your head as you recall the past events in your kitchen. You survive all that time back home, not getting robbed, only for your black ass to be robbed in a cafe in Austria!

'Come to Austria they said it'll be fun they said!'

ID, cards, money, everything in that bag gone. Thrown to the hands of a strange man. Why you. You'd have to go to the police, file a report, call the bank, and freeze your cards. "Aghhh!" All you could do was drop the floor and cry.

Surprisingly, this wasn't the worst pick-up fail könig had, so he can at least find comfort in that. can't get any lower than rock bottom...

The purse in his hands looked comical small, maybe its him, his hands that are making it look so small. you couldn't keep all your things in here? maybe it's a trend for women to carry purses the size of apples, putting fashion over function. Not something that könig would do.

Those who saw the whole ordeal go down, now eye him with suspicion, wondering what his next move will be, gripping their own items closer. He can only laugh to himself if he wanted he'd have no problem taking their stuff away. But it's better to leave so he can find you.

Walking out, he takes the time to look through your bag. cards, ID, cash, so manu important things, and you just handed them over to him. Playing with the ID card in his hands, mulling over your features. you had such a pretty name, such a serious face you were making in your photo too, not at all like the frightened look you had before.

It's more than enough to track you down he still didn't get the chance to ask you out. He couldn't bring it back empty-handed. Maybe a new purse would do.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

The kitchen floor provides a surprising amount of comfort in these moments. 5 panic attacks down, and you're only down starting to cry. The knock on the door is either about to be a blessing or curse. Maybe the police finally came, or a good samartain got your purse back.

There wouldn't be any blessing today. The other side of the door only showed your assailant. If the panic attacks weren't enough to send you over the edge, spiralling, seeing this man at your door certainly was. taking your purse wasn't enough, like some sick grim reaper he's come for your life.

Playing dead is an option, right? You'd have to be stupid to think you could outrun this man. Yeah, laying down for a quick kill would be best-

" I brought you a gift, to apologise"

A gift?

You kept your eyes on bag half because you couldn't believe him and also you were too scared to look him in the eyes.

"It seems I scared you back at the cafe, I only wanted to ask you out" he holds out a bag in front of you.

Ha. It was a mistake. A simple misunderstanding. You'd spent the better half of today crying on the floor because of some big man's poor flirting skills. You wanted to cry again.

Might as well take the bag. What's one more mistake or bad choice today. All your items are there, and you suddenly feel relife, tears welling in eyes as your knees buckle. Your purse, cards, sweets, the second half of the book you're reading? Wait, some of this isn't yours.... was he using your bag to hold his stuff?? You stare back at him, waiting for an answer.

" they're yours a gift to apologize"

"Oh"

Maybe it's all in your head. You're just on edge in a new place. You feel like you can finally relax. The tension knotted in your shoulders slowly unravels. You feel silly and like a wet dog

" I'm sorry about that. Thank you for bringing it back,"

"A date"

What. You see him now only closer than before threatening to enter the boundaries of your home.

" Let me take you out for a drink to apologise." It's such an intense stare he has, focused souly on you. It makes you uncomfortable, stepping back slightly to put some space between you, a bad idea, as he matched your pace stepping forward, foot now fully in your house. You started in disbelief. There's no way this man just stepped in your house, muddy shoes and all. For the last time today, you look back at him, annoyed. An surprise for könig but not an unwelcome one.

"I don't drink"

"coffee"

"No"

"Tea"

"Hmm "

he squints and pauses at that answer

'"a cafe"

"Leave please"

"I'll pick you up on Thursday"

He's barley out the door before you shut it on him, locking the door and pulling the chain

she didn't say no right away. That means he still got a chance.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

It's Thursday afternoon and once again you're sat in the kitchen panicking as your feet tap along with the rhythm of the clock.

The whole morning was spent worrying out your mind. It's a miracle your heart hasn't given out yet. Maybe he was just messing you, and now you've spent the whole morning worrying for nothing. more time passed, and your worry turned to annoyance. You did your whole makeup for this, and he didn't show.

You jump up at the sound of the door, rushing to open it. You pause. Taking a moment to collect yourself before before opening the door.

He looks better than before, still donning that scary balaclava, but in more casual clothes and flowers in hand. He's too forward with his actions, pushing the bouquet in your hands before he even spoke.

It's awkward. He doesn't say much(because that worked so well the first time), and neither do you. This silent walk is too painful to bear.

At least you can say he's a gentleman (sort of). The date was paid in full, and he got a gift. You've learned a few things about könig now. His jokes are cheesy, but they did make you laugh. He resides in an upscale apartment that's too big for him (his words)outside of the city centre. Currently on break from the army (a potential red flag that'll lingered in your thoughts), he's got a big appetite and love for strong drinks.

This afternoon hadn't been all that unpleasant. You quite like the man, you find some strange comfort and safety in him. It's even nice when he pulls you close to him, resting a hand on your hip.

"Haha, are you happy to see me, or is that a knife in your pocket?"

"Knife."

"Hah-" and He pulled out a blade.

...

Oh. Now we're back to weird again.

Why couldn't he just be normal!? It's too casual the tricks he's doing with the knife. How were you supposed to pretend this was normal

You try your best to smile, to not turn and flee scream but your lips tremble. You're really wishing he did have a boner instead. You're not sure what to say or what annoys you more how casual he is, not a single worry on his face.

This is exactly why you shouldn't go out with strange men who randomly appear at your doorstep. At the very least, he's a strong contender for the "Most Heart Attacks Caused by a Man" award.

König wasn't stupid he could sense your worry as you tried to hide behind a lopsided smile. Watching your eyes shift between him and blade, waiting for his next move. You're cute. He'll have fun messing with you.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

You couldn't be happier to be home. You survived! You'd never have to see that nasty man again!

*beep*

It doesn't matter how long you stare at your phone in confusion and annoyance. The message on your phone is clear

......

Where did this man even get your number!? He's known for a 2 whole day's, there's no chance he knows anyone close to you.

You're never going to be free of this man

[leviathans-watching]

Not so much a fic request as much as wanting to ramble some angst to someone, but the idea of the Nightbringer!Brothers confessing their love for the MC who rejects them because their in love/in a relationship with their timelines version of the brother (so either to avoid a paradox or it feels too much like cheating despite being the same person etc etc). This is mostly me thinking about Mammon laying it all out in the open for MC only for them to be rejected, leading him to double down on his tsundere shield in the main timeline because he's scared you'll reject him (again). Or something, idk 💦

➳ ahhh omg your brain>>>>

➳ wc: .2k | mammon & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) | m.list

“so, that’s a no, then?” mammon laughs caustically. “i guess i thought you were feelin’ it too…”

and the worst thing was that you were. you could never stop loving mammon, in any timeline. and that was something you’d done a poor job of hiding. but you couldn’t accept his feelings. not when memories of future mammon, your mammon, played in your head whenever this mammon said something similar.

and you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. more than you already had been, that is. so you said nothing. honestly, even if you did have something to say, you’re sure your throat was too clogged up to let words through anyway.

mammon laughs again, the sound slicing into you. “is it solomon? or is is me? am i not good enough for you?”

“it’s not you,” you say, the words coming out as a croak. as much as this hurts him, you’re sure it’s hurting you more. “it cold never be you, mammon.”

“then why?” he demands, but instead of anger, there was only hurt. raw and painful hurt.

“i’m sorry,” you say helplessly. god, you are such a jerk! “i’m so, so sorry, mammon.”

“what are you sorry for?” his voice breaks. “i don’t understand.”

“it’s better this way,” you say, shaking your head. “trust me.”

the tears well up then, and mammon starts, moving to comfort you because of course he fucking is and you spin on your heel, running away before he can touch you. because you’re always running away.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[visionofhope04]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do Batfam x sister reader being Damian’s twin and rather than persuing the same thing as their dad and being a vigilante she becomes a famous singer (ya know famous name and good music) and she releases and album (maybe emails I can’t send idk something) and like family being there for her first sold out concert and yeah just supportive of her carrere

Angst is my thing but I’ll do my best to make this as fluffy as possible. Not beta read, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you like it!

—-

“Father?”

“Yes?” Bruce was concerned. You kept shifting your weight and fiddling with your fingers. He’s never seen you this nervous before. He tensed, preparing for the worst.

“Iwanttobeasinger.” You blurted, looking anywhere you could that wasn’t his face.

Bruce blinked. “Can you say that a bit slower please sweetheart?”

You took a steadying deep breath. “I want to be a singer.” You said significantly slower.

Bruce let out a deep breath and let his body sag. He’d never been religious but in that moment he thanked whatever was up there for helping him.

You looked at him, confused.

“I thought you were gonna ask to be a vigilante.”

Your face contorted in alarm. “Me? A vigilante? Never.”

He chuckled and then brought attention back to what you said. “So you want to be a singer? How do you plan on doing this?”

“Y-you don’t care?” You questioned in shock.

“Why would I care? You’re my daughter and I will always love and support you. I’m glad you found something you really enjoy and intend to make a career out of it. Finding something you enjoy doing is hard, being able to make a career out of it is harder. If it makes you happy then I’ll gladly help you with it if you need it.”

“Even though it’s a bad career?”

“Some people in it may be bad but it doesn’t make the career bad. Music is all about self expression and is a great outlet for emotions. It brings people together and makes them realize they’re not alone. I think you’ll be an amazing singer.”

You began to tear up but do your best to hold it back, “Thank you father.”

—-

“I want to be a singer.”

Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You did your best to not shrink under the sudden attention. Usually, you never spoke at the dinner table, content to just listen.

“That sounds like a great idea Birdy!” Dick said.

“Lil sis’ gonna be the talk of the town.” Jason smirked at you.

“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it! Tim exclaimed.

Damian’s reaction is the one you feared the most. He’d always disliked you leaving behind the life of fighting for a mundane one.

“I think that is a respectable profession.”

At your brothers’ approval, you broke out into a wide grin. Bruce was smiling openly at you all and wondered how he got so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family.

---

You were backstage, makeup done, earpiece linked, and microphone ready to go. You were really nervous. This was going to be your first-ever live performance since you released your first album. It was such a hit, it became the number 1 album on the charts a few hours after release, with over 30 million streams. You were stuck in your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, it was your father.

"Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. I'm so proud of you. You're so talented and amazing. They're going to love you out there."

"Thanks dad." You smiled. His words warmed your heart. No one ever told you they were proud of you before. Despite what he said, you still felt a little nervous.

After waiting a bit more, it was time for you to get on stage. You heard cheering in the crowd as you emerged from the darkness. Now in the spotlight, your nerves came back tenfold. The bright lights blinded you, but you could still see the silhouettes of everyone who came to see you tonight. There were way more people here than you expected. You stepped up to the mic and adjusted it.

"Hello," The crowd's cheering picked up. You smiled and waited for it to quiet down before continuing. "thank you all for coming. I appreciate every single one of you. You made it possible for me to be standing here right now and I am so grateful. Enjoy the show!" The crowd's cheering picked up yet again as your first song came on.

---

You were so tired but so, so happy. The concert was a major success and nothing went wrong. You had so much fun getting to know your audience and calling people up on stage. You got backstage and your whole family was there.

"You did amazing!!"

"You're my new favorite singer."

"She's been my favorite singer, keep up."

"Your voice is unmatched, my dear girl."

"I knew you could do it."

"You were adequate, don't let the praise get to your head."

Your face hurt from grinning, and you could help but feel elated. Your family's support meant the world to you, and you were so grateful for it.

[luvingshidou]

YOU'RE THE DISGUSTING ONE.

sae x fem! reader part 2!!!

ANGST

a little ooc idk

Not proofread

THANK U ANON FOR THE IDEAA🫶🫶🫶

Being home again was different without you. Without you being there to constantly berate and annoy, Sae felt different. After Sae put more thought into it, he missed you. He missed you so much to the point that it was painful to think about never talking or seeing you again. Oh how fucking stupid he was saying all that shit to you and what was it even worst is you've blocked him on every app and website imaginable, he's tried to go to your house but no one would answer when he rang the doorbell. Sae would always think about you to the point where it sometimes would affect him during practice. He wanted to know how you were doing, but he couldn't ask anyone to check on you since the only person that was close to him and you was Rin, but know he feels nothing but spite for Sae. The more time went on, the more he realised that he was in love with you, deeply in love.

It was 2 years since Sae broke your heart, crushed it into a million pieces. Some of your friends thought you were overreacting and that you'll move on, like you ever could, you fucking adored Sae more then anyone else and then he starts acting like this cold, heartless bastard of a man, good god did it piss you off. You waited 4 years for him, you never flirted with other men, you never went out on date, you were loyal to him, yet he still trampled all over your heart. You cut all contact for him. You didn't want to hear his sad little sob story. You never wanted to see him again ever. But at last here you were, sitting beside him on the train going back to your house. You're pretty sure he didn't know you at first that until you saw him staring at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. Sae knew this was you, but you were so different. You had an this worn-out look on your face. The look in your eyes were dull, showing no sign of emotion. Fuck. You changed so much. What the fuck has he done to you??? Sae was about to say something to you until he saw you get off at the next stop. Sae quickly got up after you. He wasn't going to let you slip through his fingers, not this time.

"Y/N." Sae blurrted out walking behind you, grabbing your arm so you could face him. "Y/N, I—" Sae was overwhelmed and didn't know what to say. It took him every fibre in his being, not to hug you to death.

"Sae, why are you following me?? Are you a fucking stalker or something???" You snarled back at him, your voice was so flat and monotone it felt like Sae was talking to a complete different person.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N, please I know I fucked up, but shit I realised I need you in my life. I really need you." Sae was desperate. He needed you. He was acting so pathetic. It was shameful for him, but he'd do anything to have you back.

"Fuck off. You're acting like you all of a sudden you care about me, even though when a saw you after 4 years, you acted like I was some lowlife and you were above me." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. It hurt Sae to hear those words out of your mouth. Really really hurt him.

"Y/N— look, I'm really sorry, really— I'm so fucking sorry." Sae blurts, his lips now pressed into a frown. God my did he fuck everything up, he was stupid, so so stupid.

"Shut up, I don't wanna hear your stupid sob story, I couldn't give a fuck." You Sae, turning around so you walk away. "You're the disgusting one, Sae, you'll always will be." You started to walk off leaving Sae standing there his thoughts telling him to go after you again but he just couldn't bring himself. He really fucked up this time, probably beyond repair.

(idk if I like this or not😭😭😭)

[let-love-run-red]

Okay so ... new fan here! I saw your Angsty Miguel headcanons. And I want more. If I may request, my lovely amazing author, may I have headcanons about Miguel with an emotionally sensitive reader? Along the lines of: she's quick to think that he doesn't love her because he works a lot, or she thinks he's cheating bc he spends a lot of time with a female friend, or she feels ashamed to talk to him about her emotions ... maybe with fluffiness at the end for my tortured soul? Idk have fun with it.

(p.s. your amazing)

Thank you for asking so politely anon! and I'm glad you're enjoying my writing on this hellsite lol, this was an interesting one to write but I had fun with it!

Masterlist | Requests! Warnings: assumed cheating

- He didn't love you. How could he, someone who loved you wouldn't stay away so often

- When he was with you, he was perfect. The caring, loving boyfriend you could only dream about

- but you knew he was thinking about her instead. Jessica. You'd met her, she was kind and funny, and he claimed she was married, but you knew what was really happening

- The late nights they spent together where he didn't call you. The mornings he left extra early so he had time to bring her breakfast

- He always said it was work. It was for work, she was just a colleague, they were out late on a mission, but you knew he was cheating on you with her

- The days he would come home smelling like another womans perfume were the worst of them all. He would hug you after a long day being gone, and smell like sugar and citrus. Not your perfume.

- Then she got pregnant. Your head begged you to believe him, she was married, it was her husbands, but he never let you speak with her after your initial meeting and your heart told you to look at the subtext of it all

- the late nights, the perfume, the way his hair would be disheveled and he would be covered in bruises and light scratches, you knew and it made you sick.

- "You don't love me, do you." You finally confronted him one morning. Another early morning where he rushed out the door early yet again to bring Jessica yet another breakfast.

- He paused and you wondered, just for a moment, if he would turn around and face you.

- He didn't. But you could have guessed that.

- You didn't expect him to come home nearly an hour early. You didn't expect him to be holding a bouquet of flowers, not nearly enough of an apology, and you didn't expect him to sit beside you on the couch with his large hands folded in front of him.

- "Are we going to talk?" He asked simply. Now he wanted to talk. You sneered. "Now you want to?" You snapped. He sighed, leaning back into the couch and running a hand down his face. "I think we need to." He said. You scoffed. "Why do you think I don't love you?" Miguel pressed further. You felt your throat burning and tears pricking at your eyes. "Have you done anything to show me you do?" You snapped in return. He winced and you turned to glare angrily at the TV. "I'm sorry." He said simply. And you shook your head. "You're cheating on me aren't you." Your voice was quiet now, shaky, and he sat bolt upright with furrowed brows. "Of course not, I, why would you think that?" His face was full of confusion and for a moment you thought... 

- He was a good liar.

- "It's yours isn't it." You asked, not meeting his gaze and tears running down your cheeks. "Dios no," He shook his head, reaching for your hand but hesitating. "Jessicas? No, of course not." He repeated. You didn't want to look but your traitorous mind was begging you to listen to him. "You're with her so much." You said instead of turning to face him. "We work together." He said flatly. You knew you were testing his patience.

- Good.

- "Please, you leave early, come home late, bring her breakfast, you come home smelling like her Miguel." Your voice broke. "I know you think there is, but I promise, there's nothing between Jessica and I but work." He explained softly, his jaw worked side to side and you could tell he was getting close to snapping. "How am I just supposed to trust you?" You finally turned to face him and his expression grew soft as he reached out to brush the tears from your cheeks so gently. "Oh mi hermosa dama," he let you rest your face in his hand, "eres todo mi vida." He crooned. He'd said that enough you knew what it meant.

- You are my whole life.

- "You're never here." You whispered, not trusting your voice if you spoke any louder. "I know, I know and I'm sorry." He soothed, stroking his thumb over  your cheek before moving closer and pulling you gently into his arms. "I just want you here." You breathed against his chest, turning to press your face into him, feeing your tears soak into his shirt and the suit you knew was underneath. "Sh sh mi sol, lo sé, lo siento." He pressed his lips against the top of your head and smoothed his hand over your hair.

- He leaned back and you leaned with him, laying on his chest as he laid back on the couch.

- "I love you, more than anything in this world or another." He kissed the top of your head again, pulling you up so your nose was tucked against his neck as you cried, holding you steady on his chest. "Please, never let me make you feel like this again."

[darthpastry]

Welcome to part two of my official Henry-hate crusade. Time to cover the true ending of Pizzeria Sim! For this one, I want to take one of the fandoms favorite moments, the connection terminated speech, and shred it to piece while explaining why Henry isn't really a hero in this instance. So! Let's go over certain lines. Maybe compliment some of my favorite ones so this isn't just hating and recognizing he isn't the absolute worst.

"And to you, my brave volunteer."

Idk about you, but it doesn't exactly seem to me like Michael knew what he was volunteering for.

"Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you."

If it was anyone else, they probably would've died. The only other person by this point who was known to be able to survive the animatronics was Jeremy and I doubt that even if he was still around, he would be able to fend them off due to brain injury. Also, not so much a complaint, but did Henry have someone else in mind or just threw the job listing into the void?

"Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be."

Why not ask. Or at least tell him what the way out is instead of just assuming he hasn't found anything to live for and effectively murdering him?

"I am remaining as well. I am nearby."

Yep. Just make sure everyone who knows what's going on dies even though it's not like William hasn't escaped a fire before. Very responsible of you.

"This place will not be remembered. And the memory of everything that started this. Can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should."

I'm a firm believer in when history is forgotten it repeats itself, so quite frankly wanting people to forget seems a bit stupid. I agree that they shouldn't be trapped in the agony of it, but "this place will not be remembered" seems wrong.

"Although, for one of you. The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."

I can complain about Henry all day, but William is objectively far worse, and this line is absolute fire. Pun intended.

"My daughter, if you can hear me. I knew you would return as well."

Might be due to that animatronic you made to capture her and deliver constant controlled shocks and also somehow ended up in a magazine? Idk though. Just a theory.

"I'm sorry that on that day. The day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours."

But why. I get that being a parent can be hard and you can't have an eye on your kid 24/7, but he should've at least made there was a responsible adult present.

"Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."

Yippee. Negligent dad who can only making up for leaving his child without a responsible adult which led to her early death by using Lefty so that she can finally move on. Yayyyy /extreme sarcasm ofc

“Congratulations on completing your work week. We apologize if your situation wasn't presented to you In a completely honest fashion when you first started, but it was important that your intentions and actions be genuine.”

I cannot emphasize enough that Michael was not told what was going to happen and given the last sentence it seems like he didn't even feel the need to be suspicious of what was going on.

“Please accept this Certificate of Completion. Goodbye for now, and thank you for taking this journey with us.”

More of theorizing but it's kind of weird that this whole monologue was recorded and delivered if Michael is supposed to be actually dead. I know it's for the player, but I feel like they could easily spin this and bring Michael back.

Tune in next time where I cover the other endings, possibly rant about how everything in FNaF is awful for everyone, and miscellaneous if there's any!

@uvanuva

[diamondcitydarlin]

i think probably the worst part of the whole thing is that I just don't really care anymore, the investment I had at the end of season 1 just straight up no longer exists. no, it's not just bc a blorbo got killed off (and there's a lot of reasons to be angry about that), it's mainly bc most of the characters at this point feel like hollow shells of who they were a season ago, including the stede x ed pairing as a whole (which I really just don't care about anymore at all, sorry). and no it's not bc 'Izzy got all the development and there was no time for anyone else' like of course there was time for everyone else, provided that they hadn't opened the season on all those characters making 180 character changes with no real explanation, provided they hadn't overloaded the damn season with nonsense that goes nowhere. JimxOlu was my OTP after StedexEd in season one, both of them were some of my faves, and not only did neither of them even really resemble who they were in s1, their relationship which was of such great importance in the former just suddenly...is something else now. Not people in love, but 'friends who have fucked once lol' and are wingmen for each other now because...??? Oh but Jim's dating Archie who...*checks notes* was in a Snake Cult? I think? That's about all we get on her, apart from the fact that she likes making out with Jim I guess. And I guess Zheng can't just be a powerful woman character that exists in this narrative without a romance of her own, so let's just toss her together with Olu and never explore or explain that with any kind of depth. Jim has neither trust issues anymore nor do they have ANY interest or investment in their revenge scheme or the Siete Gallos (REMEMBER THAT PLOTLINE?? REMEMBER?? APPARENTLY THE WRITERS DON'T) they're just kind of goofy all the time now for no reason. Olu's leadership arc? His being a confidant to Stede? Where the fuck did any of that go? Are they all a polycule or are they all just separate couple friends? IDK WHO CARES THIS IS HOW IT IS NOW I GUESS. Like, why am I supposed to care about any of that? It doesn't even feel like the characters I watched before.

And StedexEd. Jfc there's so much to say that other people have said better but the constant bringing up of conflicts, breakups, and then immediately resolving those issues with heartfelt reunions/kissing as if that's supposed to be sufficient got really old for me after awhile. The lack of explaining how their 'whim-prone' romance to this point was bad, the lack of explaining how they reconcile their different goals was also bad, but oh they can just go RUN AN INN NOW! Yay happily ever after! ????? "Ed, you've got family" which he immediately leaves to go try another life path he's probably going to suck at and hate WOW so romance. Like either figure it out or break up for good, it just makes them an obnoxious toxic couple who never seem to communicate or bother to try but are supposed to be the one we love the most and are rooting for. And that sucks, because I loved them once! GARBAGE!

There's only so much blame one can put on external factors for this. I worked in production once, I edited scripts and was a go-between for notes and writers, and this is the exact kind of thing I would've felt compelled to point out; we only have x amount of time and x amount of episodes to properly tell these stories, we know this, so maybe lets be realistic about what we can fit in here and do justice and what we can't. Maybe let's not just throw every fucking thing we think of at the wall to see what sticks while completely ignoring/retconning character traits and stories we set up in season 1. But nah, that's what happened!

Like, what is there to watch for at this point if s3 gets greenlit? I fail to find anything that I'd care about seeing continued, even the peripheral characters like Frenchie and Wee John and Roach, whom I also loved before and still do but barely did anything, so I guess I can tune in to watch them do more of nothing? Idk man it sucks when it's not just 'wow that was bad I hope next season is better' but instead 'wow that was so boring and incohesive I have no more interest or emotional investment in this to continue'

[demoniccomplex]

Could I request tecchou with prompts 3 and 12? Thank you I love your work!

3 (“don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you”) + 12 (“please.. just let me hold you.”)

sorry for the long wait, i realize that i, in fact, have drafts that need to get done! anyways hope you enjoy this, its currently 3:30 am and my head hurty

no TWS i can think of, i think, maybe idk

Life wasn't exactly in the cards for you and anyone close to you knew that well. Your mood reflected every bit of frustration. However you tried your best to look up in the worst of it all, it's that or to the grave you go. Your poor lip had been picked at so many times, the blood staining your nails. You wondered if the skin would ever stop healing. Afterall, what's one public display of terrorism on your way to work caused by who knows, gonna do to ruin your already shit year? That's right, bring Tecchou Suehiro into it because you wanted to be heroic against your body’s wishes. It was alright for a while, he talked to you a far bit longer than the rest of the victims of the attack. You jokingly took pride in his coworker’s comment about Tecchou spending just a little longer on you. The letters came frequently, more so legal nonsense with “support” mentioned in them, then there was one from Tecchou. The name didn't click originally and the letter was almost discarded had you not kept reading down. He thanked you for your bravery and how much it takes, rolling your eyes but it did make you smile. 

Applauding you for what you did that day kept circling back in your mind, something to latch onto with a heart barely full of pride. The legal letters stopped but tecchou’s letters did not, after the third letter, you wondered why he even bothered scouting out your address. Everything you felt was now sinking down into the dark blues of regret in your mind. Then the letters were not enough so he came in physically, a little cafe date then to a restaurant, then something bigger. It all became just a little too much then way too much. You used to not notice the way he would make sure you were physically okay, but you followed his eyes carefully. His questions about your health did get annoying and not comforting like they used to be. People who used to check in stopped, like they were scared but you never knew why. You got a hint that Tecchou’s behavior towards you affected his line of work. The white haired man who scoffed at Tecchou’s extended talk with you that fateful day was the same man yelling loudly at him. Forcefully taking the infatuated soldier with him while giving you mixed signals on how he felt about you, Tecchou’s expression went blank in his coworkers grasp. 

The last person you talked to got exposed for horrible things, you only found out by Tecchou. Your world was falling apart in a weird way and you didn't even know why anymore. The man in question only tilted his head at your quickly distressed face, you forgot why he was even with you today. He tried to comfort you but you resisted in your scrambled up mind. Tecchou let out a sigh before speaking up, “don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you, i deeply care for you,” He said your name with such care in love but you were too deep in mental turmoil to even realize it. Tears quickly spouted from your eyes, while you cried out on why this was happening to you, why everyday was such a horrible day. You barely felt Tecchou’s figure try to hold you before you pulled away, your hands covering your face as you still cried. Trying to sit down on the floor but Tecchou refused to let you sink down, still desperately wanting to hold you. “please..just let me hold you. I want you to be okay.” Why can't you have an okay year?, why couldn't you have friends that weren't such horrible people? Why did it have to be you that people were afraid of? Why out of anyone did you decide to play hero? The only person who had stayed was Tecchou, it was always Tecchou. 

So just this time, let him hold you.

[sailor-aviator]

If you’re up for it, after guppy and Bradley get on board- the first time the daggers are alone I want to see them all questioningly look at each other and go “we’re all clear that’s a girl, right?” Or “that’s the worst disguise I’ve ever seen”. Idk I just want to see their reaction and discussion when they’re all together. But feel free to ignore this if it’s too similar to the other one! :)💗

It’s not at all!!

“You’re joking, right?”

Natasha was standing in front of his desk, hands on her hips as she stared at him incredulously. Jake let out a sigh. He had already endured Javy’s lecture the other week. He should have known Nat would have something to say about it too. Javy gave him a knowing look from where he leaned against the wall by the door. Mickey and Reuben were perched in the two armchairs off to the side, content to simply watch Nat rip their captain a new one.

“What do you want me to say?” Jake asked her, causing her to scoff and roll her eyes.

“I want you to say that you know she’s a woman and that you were planning on taking her back to where you found her.”

Jake hummed, toying with the dagger in his hands, refusing to meet her stare.

“Jake.”

He chanced a glance up at her, wincing internally at her ferocious glare.

“She’s not me,” she continued. “What if one of the crew members do something to her? That disguise isn’t fooling any of them, and you know it.”

Jake felt a wave of rage fall over him, the curse pulsing in his eyes and underneath his skin.

“They wouldn’t dare,” he snarled at her, and she flinched back as the magic pulsed in his words. He hated what the curse was turning him into. He hated how helpless he felt against it. He felt the magic die down as he let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and Natasha gave him a curt nod.

“It’s alright,” she murmured, a sympathetic look on her face as she watched him. “I know it’s not you.”

Jake gave her another hum, this one much more noncommittal than the first.

“Please tell me you know what you’re doing,” she sighed. Jake said nothing. “Jake. If her being here is going to be an issue for you, then put an end to it now.”

“She’s right,” Javy stated, arms still crossed over his chest. Jake shot him a glare, but he knew it too. Having you aboard was a dangerous game, but he couldn’t bring himself to let you go. He chalked it up to the blasted curse. “You need to decide if you’re willing to live with the consequences if this goes south.”

Jake kept his stare on the dagger, pressing the tip of his finger lightly against the sharp point.

“Alright,” Javy sighed, pushing off from the wall. “Why don’t you all go on ahead? I’m sure Bob has dinner ready by now. Jake and I will catch up with you in a bit.”

“Not like we even need it,” Mickey muttered, Reuben snorting in agreement.

“Well, I’m starving,” Natasha declared. “And I could use the company, so let’s go.”

Mickey and Reuben rolled their eyes as they followed her out of the cabin.

“We need to go over our course of action,” Javy reminded him, watching as Jake picked up the necklace that Mickey and Nat had managed to procure. Javy let out another sigh.

“Why can’t you let her go?” He asked the captain quietly. Jake shook his head slightly.

“I don’t know.”

[wowbright]

Fic: Authority

Fandom: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: december klaine fanworks challenge 2023

Words: ~ 900 words                                           

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: In 2015, the Lima bishop tries to ruin the Hummels’ Christmas. Kurt won’t let him.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. Should you read this if you’re waiting to see what happens in Out of Eden? IDK. But what I can say is this might be part of Kurt and Blaine’s in-verse “canon” future, or it might just be one of many possible futures. Fanfic of fanfic, if you will.

*

Kurt didn't want to be fatalistic. He didn't want to assume the worst of people. He was trying to learn at least that much from Blaine.

But he wasn't naive. And the signs pointed toward a confrontation: The new, uninspired policy, of course. Elder Nelson declaring that it was a revelation from God—the same Elder Nelson who believed that God was incapable of loving unconditionally, and therefore could not be trusted to tell God or God’s revelations from the inane clamorings of his own ego. The bishop’s questions to Kurt’s dad after the wedding invitations went out. Kurt’s membership records still being held up in Lima, even though his new bishop in L.A. had put a request in several times to get them transferred to the new ward and was just as frustrated as Kurt over the delay.

Still, he had hoped the Lima bishop believed enough in the sacredness of family that he wouldn't inject himself into Kurt’s visit home for Christmas.

He had hoped, but he hadn't assumed. So when he went out for the mail on Christmas Eve and saw the ward secretary’s car parked across the street, he knew what was happening. He headed straight for the driver side window and knocked. “You do realize you two look like stalkers, don't you?”

The ward secretary smiled as he got out of the car. He held a business-size envelope in his hand. “Sorry to startle you. We just got here and were taking a moment to pray first.” On the other side, the bishop’s second counselor emerged.

“So, did it work?” Kurt said.

“I’m sorry?” the ward secretary said.

“Did the prayer work? Did you convince God that you’re doing the right thing? Or at least convince your own conscience?”

“Kurt,” the ward secretary frowned. “This brings me no joy. You've been called to a disciplinary council.” He held the letter out for Kurt.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” Kurt said. “But you can keep that.”

“I’m required to give it to you.”

“I’m not required to take it.”

The ward secretary stepped forward. He put a hand on Kurt’s front coat pocket and made to shove the envelope in it.

Kurt stepped back. “Watch it. That's assault.”

“Kurt—” The second counselor chimed in. “We want to help you. The church has clarified that those who enter into same-sex marriage are in apostasy. But you haven’t done it yet. The disciplinary council is an opportunity for you to change course. You've been such an important member of our ward. I've always been inspired by your faith and your commitment to the truth. But this is a blind spot for you. And maybe it is for me, too—the natural man in me keeps questioning it and wondering why it has to be this way. But that’s why we have prophets and apostles—because we can’t trust our own feelings. And they have spoken. Elder Nelson said it was a revelation—”

“Elder Nelson is in apostasy,” Kurt said.

The two brothers looked as if they'd just been bitten by a snake.

But they hadn’t. Kurt was the one who had been bitten, over and over again, and now these two representatives of the priesthood were here to bite him once more in the name of God. And he was tired of it. “Elder Nelson usurped the prophet. Did President Monson tell us this policy change was a revelation? Have any of the other apostles confirmed it? No. It’s unclear if they were all even there to vote on it. And if it is revelation? True revelation? Then he would bring it to the next general conference for a vote of common consent, because our scriptures themselves tell us that a revelation is only true for the whole church and can only bind the whole membership of the church if we have a chance to vote on it. But we haven't had that chance, and there's no sign that he's planning to give us that chance. He thinks he can just say a thing is a revelation and we're all supposed to fall in line? What is that, if it's not apostasy?”

They continued to stare at Kurt. Then, the ward secretary spoke up. “Kurt, don’t make this worse.”

Kurt laughed. “How could something I do possibly make this worse? The bishop sends you out as his goons on Christmas Eve, away from your families, to come to my father’s home and threaten me with excommunication—which, if you actually believe everything Elder Nelson says, will separate me from dad and my mother and Carole and Finn and the rest of my family for all of eternity. Is that the Christmas present you wanted to deliver to my father? Is that your idea of Christlike love? Because it's not what I was taught in Sunday school, and it's not what the scriptures say. And you can keep that letter. I'm not going to come to a disciplinary council held by a bishop in a ward where I don't even live anymore and plead for forgiveness because I refuse to forsake the best gifts that this church has given me: love and grace, charity and forgiveness. Even of this bishop who is trying so hard to make himself my enemy. I feel sorry for him, that this is what he thinks God wants him to do. That he thinks God's love is conditional. That he thinks the love I have for Blaine, one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me, is depraved. That he thinks he has the power to separate me from my family and the people I love in the eternities. It’s so sad, and I pray for him every day that he will stop living in fear. I pray for him, and I love him. But I don’t recognize his authority over me.”

[axlrosebaby]

How do you navigate being a fan of axl while there being loads of examples of him being a terrible person? Or is it a case of loving guns n roses music and the aesthetic but separating the person from the music?

I saw that he’d apparently raped a 15 year old girl and that was - disturbing to say the least to see :// idk, like nobody’s perfect and all that but I mean, cmon

Anyways just curious lol :)

thank you for asking this!! i kinda had an explanation of my feelings towards axl in my drafts but i thought i'd answer this instead.

axl is a very complicated person in my opinion. there are things he's said/done i don't condone but i think that's part of loving him. you have to be able to identify his flaws. it is certainly not just a case of "he's the worst person in rock n roll" but it's also not "he's an angel who can do no wrong" either.

he's an extremely flawed person who's made some bad decisions that have led to a bad reputation. however, he does express a lot of regret through music. he doesn't get enough credit as a songwriter because i feel a lot of people just reduce him to a corporate sell-out who runs around and screams on stage. but if you take songs like coma (i think coma is a perfect example of axl's remorse) and breakdown and even perhaps, the lyrics plainly and clearly give you an insight into axl's real feelings. they don't even need to be overanalysed. if you have any comprehension skills it's very easy (at least for me) to feel sympathy for him.

a few examples:

"When I look around an' everybody always brings me down Well, is it them or me? Well, I just can't see but there ain't no peace to found" - breakdown

"I've come to know the cold, I think of it as home When there ain't enough of me to go around, I'd rather be left alone" - breakdown

Now, I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel all the pressure, and I like it this way - coma

Please understand me - coma

No one's going to bother me anymore No one's going to mess with my head no more - coma

But who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason why you should stay? Maybe we'd be better off without you, anyway - coma

An' all this crass communication that has left you in the cold - coma

Hey, my sense of rejection Hey, hey Is no excuse for my behaviour, hey - perhaps

I've been so upset Harboring this hate for days - perhaps

a lot of the time i also use this as an example.

fairly self-explanatory...

i won't get into the psychology of axls behaviour or his mental disorders but his bipolar is a huge factor regarding his actions. i don't expect everyone to feel sorry for him or be patient with him because that is certainly not going to be the case and there are valid reasons why people don't like him: one in a million, his continuous lateness to shows, his unpredictability and his general assholery. but for me, he's an extremely relatable character who i look up to.

he's human and that's what draws me to him.

in regards to the claims made against him, i am well aware. admittedly, i also found it disturbing but upon doing my own research, i am not fully convinced. slash spoke about it in his book, from which i quote, verbatim: "The truth was, Axl had definitely had sex with the girl, but it had been consensual and no one had raped her. For my part I hadn't even touched her!" young groupies were, unfortunately, common and i do not condone that at all. it is one of the things about rock n roll as a whole, not just axl, that i find disgusting. people romanticise the groupie lifestyle when it was rife with underage girls and power imbalances. there is nothing i can do or say to fix that fact or defend it.

i personally cannot comment on his past relationships with erin/stephanie. i've never really concerned myself with that but i know the basics. however, i don't want to say that the abuse was mutual or that they were both as bad as each other because i have a lack of knowledge on the subject. i don't like to think that it was all axls doing but none of us were there. none of us know what actually happened and i don't have a whole lot more to say on the subject. yes, axl was never nice to women and that's another thing that i don't condone. but again, a lot of women in the scene were not treated with the respect they deserved. a lot of axls actions towards women can be transferred to multiple other men. that is not a defense, merely an observation.

i don't want to separate axl from guns - i don't think that's fair. if there's anything axl has done well in his life, it is his music. he was notoriously a perfectionist and it worked out in his favour music-wise. i believe he deserves all the credit for what he's achieved, despite everything else. he as a person and the music he created has helped me and many other people. it's a line so many people use but it's truthful: i would not be here without axl. not to get too personal, but if there's anyone i want to thank for saving me, it would be him.

i find him and his struggles extremely relatable and i actually even find his rage relatable. and i don't think anyone fully understands him, i don't think he understands himself half the time (maybe he does now but he certainly did not) but i think being able to relate to him on some level helps you sympathise more with him.

i do not expect everyone to like him. quite frankly, axl is someone that i feel a lot of people don't want to like because of how he's presented and i certainly don't expect them to take the time to find out any different. but i do know, that a lot of people who truly love him do not blindly follow. they understand there have been things he's done that were wrong. but, i see him as a person now, i see how far he's come and i don't think it's fair to reduce him to his past.

he may not be a saint but he is real. he's a real human being who's fucked up more than once because of factors he could and couldn't control. it's very difficult to love axl, but when you do you really get deep in it. there's no going back. i loved him when i was an impressionable thirteen-year-old and i continue to love him years later.

to conclude, axl is difficult. not everyone has to like him but i do and i don't believe that's going to change. he's doing very well now and i think people should focus more on that than things he's done previously.