#me struggling to remember them all tells you how much i cared about them lol

[spacedlexi]

you said that you "need 2 characters to deeply care for each other and positively impact each other for me to want to ship them" so which of the twdg canon ships do you actually think work/make sense? and by canon ships i mean like actual established relationships, implied relationships or perhaps a character that was crushing on someone else before death.

me immediately blanking on every relationship in twdg upon reading this ask

the only one i stand behind with conviction is clemvi. idk if you need me to explain why i feel like ive done it a million times by now 👀 but yeah theyre the only relationship i "Ship" in regards to the quote where i see them as a match for each other and think romance makes sense for both parties

as for some "in defense of"s

i'll defend javi and kate. my only Real problem with them is how they handle david in it like girl can you at least take off the wedding ring before we kiss 😭 my brother still thinks youre his wife (plus they did push it Really hard.. but like.. narratively i understand why they did. family is a running theme of the series and javi and davids relationship is like the main conflict). but like. kate and javis relationship Makes Sense. she had a shit husband (who wanted to go back to the army anyway). her and javi already had the beginnings of Something before the outbreak even happened. she was left with javi to take care of 2 children that werent even biologically hers (i enjoy the complex family dynamics in twdg as a whole). and together theyve been surviving for years as a family unit. i think javi having feelings isnt up for debate, its more just will he act on those feelings or will he respect his brother? and like.. fuck david am i right? kate was Not happy in that relationship and deserves better, and javi cares about her. but also the pressure from their dad to get along after hes gone. it all works for me even if it couldve been executed better

and i .... sigh .... Understand gabe and clem. BUT!!! i think they have different feelings towards each other and its an important distinction. gabe definitely has a huge crush on her, shes cool as hell, but i think her feelings in return are fueled by hormones and the fact that she hasnt been around anyone her own age since DUCK (sarah was 15 at the time). like. does she think hes cute? yeah. but he can also be kind of a huge jerk sometimes and acts recklessly. i think its those moments that snap clem out of it lol. seeing this response in S4 felt vindicating im taking it as sad loner clem having a hormone induced crush. like girl yes or no?? this is the most direct option??

personally i dont like them together because i Hate tropes where the more mature girl half has to teach the immature boy half to grow up and be capable and thats somehow romantic. ESPECIALLY in clems case where she is literally already raising someone like her hands are full ok. her assuaging his ego makes me 🤢 girl you dont have to take that second gun just because he was gonna cry about it if you didnt. its just not romantic to me. also i think its soooo funny that clem uses the same tactic on gabe that she does on aj in S4 with the "i need you to watch my back" to stop him from complaining about being left behind at the gate LOL. also i just think he loves his dad too much who clem hates more than anyone on earth so like.. theres that

uuhhh who else... alvin and rebecca are fine. like i have nothing to say about them but i believe their relationship and think they wouldve been good parents to aj. hmmm.... i guess thats it for the ones i have defenses for?? the others just like.. exist. like im neutral

#am i gonna have to make the david kate javi army wife memes myself where are they #me struggling to remember them all tells you how much i cared about them lol #if you want me to explain why i think clemvi Works thats gonna have to be another post i could go all day #my feelings on clem and louis are Nuanced and ultimately i prefer them as friends. regardless the 3 of them become inseparable #louis and violets friendship is soooo so important like more important than most of the romantic relationships 😭 i love them #for me its clemvi + louis. he is their platonic third. the bond louis and vi share is deep and undeniable you cant exclude either of them #i love how much they care about each other 🥺 how theyve been important to each other for Years before clem showed up #its really sweet :') and i believe it too. they love each other #replies with lexi #incognito #twdg

[loveundrwrld]

rich yandere x con artist/scammer reader (gender neutral)

cw: blackmailing, unhealthy relationship (on both sides, lol), implied stalking, etc.

you, a young, attractive person struggling with finances, have a clever way of getting by. 

it was simple- you flirt and attract rich, lonely people. the dumber the better.

once you get your hooks into them, you move into their place as their significant other (letting you live in luxury apartments and mansions rent-free.) you ask for expensive gifts. you “borrow” small items from his house that you can sell, like watches or rings.

and, if they have not caught on to you at that point- you do your final trick- you cry and say you desperately need a lot of money, for one reason or the other. you say you need it for college tuition, or you say that your mother desperately needs surgery. 

and then, once you get the money you’re looking for- you find one way or another to disappear from their life. make them think that you run off with someone else so they won’t want you back. you use a new fake name, each time- so they wouldn’t even know where to look for you even if they did.

you set your eyes on a new target and you initially think that he’ll be an easy con. even more so than usual. you set your sights on rich yandere, a nepo baby heir to the fortune of a successful company.

he’s very sheltered, very inexperienced. it seems that he’s never dated anyone before you. it's no surprise, then, that he falls for each of your lies so easily without any questions.

all that you have to do in return is kiss him, tell him you love him, and let him hold you. very simple for someone who’s used to that sort of thing and more with people you barely know.

he moves in with you very quickly- letting you live with him in a big, beautiful mansion far faster than even you expected.

when you try tell him your planned out sob story, he just shushes you, kisses you sweetly, and gives you whatever you want when you ask. there’s no need to stress, baby, he’s there for you.

after a while you start getting cocky, forgetting to apply your typical level of caution. you ask for far more money than usual with your scheme. and far more often.

surprisingly, rich yandere never seems to care at all. and never seems to notice when your stories don’t add up together. 

actually, now that you think about it, he never even asked how you were doing in college even after he gave you all that money for “tuition” . . . 

after a while, you start to think . . . it’s only a matter of time before he catches on, right? and then, you start to subtly drop hints, to make your ‘mysterious’ disappearance in his life make sense. you start to mention a man you know and seeming just a little too interested in him.

you quickly see a new side to him. he stops you in your tracks one day and grabs you by the shoulders using your real name. “does he treat you as well as i do (reader)?” he asks. “remember how much money i gave you? he could never do that for you.”

frightened at being caught in your lies, you calm him down in the meanwhile and plan to escape the house at night to make your disappearance.

to your surprise, however, you notice that he's installed new security cameras right outside your shared room some time ago . . . almost like he was expecting this exact turn of events.

and if you try to escape again, well . . . he's quick to remind you. "no one else would like it if they heard what you did to me. if i tell them what you did, things could be very bad for you, baby, considering how much money you took . . .”

but, of course . . . if you don't leave him, nobody else has to know. so you won't leave him, right?

#yandere oc #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x you #if this situation sounds familiar i got inspired by that netflix thriller parody show with the really long name lol #rich guy yandere

[another-lost-mc]

I come to share an idea with you in case luck is on my side and you interested to expand it-

I can't stop thinking about the MC who has a crush on Lucifer but somehow ends up moaning his name while making out with Mephisto 🤔🫢 (I don't think MC and Mephisto have a romantic relationship yet, maybe it's more like ons or something similar???)

To be honest, your name somehow popped to my mind when I thought of this idea 😆 Maybe because I read your smut fic too much lol—

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you have a fantastic day 🤍

give me time, I'll change your mind

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: nsfw. smut. friends (frenemies?) with benefits. jealousy, teasing, cursing, degradation, slut-shaming. reader has unresolved feelings for lucifer (one-sided).

word count: 1.3k

Groans and whimpered curses spill effortlessly from your lips as long, dexterous fingers graze the spot inside you that makes you tremble. Your body feels like a livewire, overwhelmed by the barest touch of leather against your bare skin and little nips of teeth against your throat. He nudges your head back for better access and you tip your head back with a sigh. It feels so good and your mind is lost in a blissful daze of his creation.

You don't realize something is wrong until there's a sharp intake of breath, and the gloved hand stretching you open suddenly grows still. Mephisto lifts his head from where he was trailing kisses along the curve of your neck, and he narrows his eyes angrily at you.

"I'm knuckle-deep inside your greedy little hole and you can't remember my name, pet?"

Your mouth falls open in mortification when you realize what you've done.

This isn't the first time you've gone to him for relief. He accepted your casual physical arrangement and you both agreed discretion was best. He obliged when you were in the mood, even though more often lately he was the one that initiated first.

He was always careful about coming up with flimsy excuses for you to stay behind after class and help him with the school paper. He fucked you across any available surface in the newspaper club office—bent over the arm of the sofa, against the door, flat on your back against his desk. He was generous with his attention without asking why you chose him, and maybe that was his mistake.

What would you tell him if he did? That he was a handsome distraction, someone to satisfy your needs while you tried to unravel your complicated feelings for the Avatar of Pride?

"I'm sorry, I—I don't know why..."

You're a terrible liar, and he doesn't fall for your blubbering excuses. His expression is cold, calculating, and he's piecing together the little secrets you've kept from him all this time.

"How many others do you turn to for a quick fuck because you can't have your precious Lucifer?" He practically spits his name like a curse as he pulls his fingers from your body with an obscene squelch. He continues stoking around your entrance lazily, taunting you so you don't forget that you were nearly begging for him to fuck your brains out—until you ruined it, that is.

His tongue is sharp and his words drip with scorn. He's trying to hurt you for hurting him. "Tell me, little human. Was I the only one willing to touch you? Was I your last resort, pet? Lucky me." He chuckles but it's a bitter sound, and he bares his fangs when his lips curl into a cold smile.

You're rendered speechless, mouth opening and closing uselessly when you struggle to think of something to say.

How could you be so stupid?

Stray tears trickle from the corner of your eyes when you blink. You can't even imagine how pathetic you must look in his eyes: your lips quivering pitifully as more tears threaten to fall, your legs spread wide on the desk where he stands between them, your pants and underwear tugged down to your ankles from earlier when he was too eager to undress you properly.

He startles you when his fingers press against your entrance and slide back in effortlessly. He adds another and begins stretching you again around his fingers, but it's different now than it was before. His movements are faster now, roughened by his frustration and some primal instinct to claim you. He had you first. Perhaps he just needs to remind you of what you can have with him instead of whatever fantasy you've imagined with Lucifer, that pompous prick—he doesn't deserve you.

Desire pools deep in your belly and you bite your lip to stifle your moans as he strokes you in all the right places. It feels wrong to enjoy this when you insulted him so cruelly. You feel guilty because you still want him—no one's ever touched you the way he has. You have a feeling that he knows that too, even if you won't admit it.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth; he licks at a stray tear clinging to your cheek before he pulls away. "Don't worry, pet. I'll still take care of you, even if no one else will."

There's a soft zip and a metallic clink as he undoes his belt with his free hand. Once he frees his cock, he moves lightning quick—his fingers slip from your body so he can grip your waist with both his hands. He drags you forward until the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge of the desk is his hips pressed against yours.

You barely manage to grip the edge of the desk to brace yourself before he thrusts inside you with one deep stroke. He gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch, panting lightly while he watches you squirm on his cock. His hair falls carelessly over his face and sticks to the light sheen of sweat trickling down his temples.

It feels like the calm before the storm: he looks fierce but determined. "Let's see if you can still moan his name by the time I'm done with you," he sneers, groaning deep in his chest when he pulls back, teasing your entrance with the fat tip of his cock. He slams back inside, fucking you like he's trying to tear you asunder with the rough, punishing pace of his thrusts. His filthy praise about how well you take him and how perfect you feel around his cock puts you back together again.

The desk rattles underneath you and the desperate, feral noises you're both making can probably be heard down the hall, but he doesn't stop until you come on his cock with a broken cry. He fucks you through your release and hisses when you clench around him, and he finally grunts as he empties himself into you.

After he catches his breath, he groans quietly as his softening cock slips from your body. He tucks himself away, fastening his belt while he stares at the tantalizing sight of his cum trickling from your hole. Usually he fetches a damp cloth for you to clean yourself with, but he doesn't do that tonight. He helps you off the desk and slides your clothes back into place. His hands are surprisingly gentle and you realize he's not trying to mock you—there's something possessive in his gaze instead. Your underwear and pants are sticky from the mess he's made of you, and he can already see little wet spots forming where it soaks into the fabric.

By the time he leads you outside where his chauffeur is waiting, it's as if nothing unusual happened between you tonight. His car pulls up at the House of Lamentation to drop you off, and like all the times before, watches to make sure you make it inside safely. You feel the weight of his gaze on your back until you close the door behind you.

The others must be busy because no one comes to your room to bother you, and you're grateful that you don't have to make excuses for your wrinkled appearance and musky smell. You take a warm bath before bed to soothe the dull ache between your legs. The lingering scent of his sweat and cologne on your skin has faded by the time you put on your pajamas, and you leave your D.D.D. on your desk so you're not tempted to call him. You toss and turn, mind racing with memories of what happened tonight and the fleeting sense of uncertainty and anticipation about what to expect when you see him tomorrow.

Eventually you fall into a restless sleep, but the crimson eyes you normally dream about are murky-green instead.

read more: mephistopheles masterlist | obey me! masterlist

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[personne-reblogs]

AUTISTIC SWEEP

The shouts of the crowd are fading into white noise. 

The curtains are closing. 

The lights are dimming. 

The air still feels filled with static, though. 

This is a fight Donatello had known he couldn’t win, logically. The competition had been all fun and games, but this challenger was another story. No amount of support or hype could make up for such a gap; the bone deep certainty didn’t leave room for hard feelings. 

Struggling to catch his breath, battle shell against the wall, Donatello looks up from where he’s been getting some rest - not passed out rest, mind you. More like a beauty nap.

He lets out a genuine chuckle. 

Shigeo Kageyama is simply standing there, as he has been for most of the fight. 

“Sweet Marie Curie,” he puffs, keeping his voice level. The roar of the crowd hasn’t entirely died down, but he knows he is heard. “You don’t even have a scratch.”

The one they call Mob is giving him a stare. He still seems a little out of it. 

“You fought well,” he states calmly, and Donnie giggles. 

“Oh, please. I’ve been losing tournaments at home for as long as I can remember. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”

At that, Mob flashes a grin. “I’m not sorry,” he says bluntly, coming over in lazy steps. “But it hasn’t been easy, either.”

He sits down, legs stretched out in front of him, and Donnie can now see that his breathing is a little heavy. He feels himself get cocky. 

“Well, I wasn’t about to just let you win. If I had to go down, might as well give ‘em a show, right?”

Mob sends him a sideway glance. “You really are all about dramatics.”

“What can I say?” Donnie sighs theatrically, proving his point. “This whole competition is about being swag. I could hardly disappoint.” 

“I don’t think you could," his opponent utters. “You’re very expressive.”

Donnie raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow. This is something he hasn’t often been told. He looks over to Mob, and the tension in the boy’s shoulders makes him hum in thought. 

“I don’t know who’s next, but you are going to crush them,” he provides. When Mob gives him a nonplussed glance, he goes on. “And even if you don’t, it’s still the last one. How good does that sound?”

“... it has been getting a bit much, to be honest.”

“Yeah, this is wild,” Donnie agrees. “Anyway, what are you gonna do with your trophy once you get it?”

Mob’s smile is a little shy, but he seems happy with the distraction. “I don’t know, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one. What would you do?”

“Well, you see, there was this one time I won the Lair Games…”

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In the next room, a very proud sensei and three worried brothers are getting impatient. 

The student and the sibling don’t seem to care at the moment. 

The crowd is gone. 

The curtains are closed. 

The lights are off. 

For now, making small talk with a former rival is just enough.

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EDIT: there is now a sequel!

YOOO IT'S BEEN SUCH A WILD RIDE

Disclaimer: I have never read/watched mp100 and I deeply apologize for making him probably very ooc. Just wanted to celebrate this beast of a match in my own way, which is wishing I could draw and deciding to heave words on a doc instead lol

CONGRATS ON MOB!! The final match between mp100 and undertale is gonna be soooo funny but I think Mob's gonna win this thing like it's nothing tbh (he has my vote at least)

@autismswagsummit thank you for reblogging all that Donnie propaganda, I genuinely think he never would've made it this far without the signal boost!

All my thanks to the Rise fandom for these past few days! You guys have made such powerful content and there's been so much hype I'm shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU

#donnie sweep #mob sweep #autismswagsummit #donatello #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100 #mob #writing #my writing #original content #i dunno how i tag these anymore

[controlmyfeet]

i still feel everything when you are near - matty healy

matty healy x ex!reader

angst

warnings: exes, alcohol consumption, insecurities, jealousy (kinda?), pining, kissing, crying (lmk if there’s more i need to add!)

a/n: not sure about this. i think the last time i tried to write fanfiction i was 13, so feedback is appreciated but pls be nice lol. also, english is not my first language!

3570 words

it still hurts. 

i didn't think it would hurt as much after 6 months, but seeing him in the flesh makes me realize it does. i thought i was already used to it, thought i was actually doing a good job moving on, if we ignore my slump in the first 3 weeks after the breakup, where i would just leave the house for work and groceries (that i would overbuy because i forgot i'd just cook for myself), i think i was doing pretty okay.

i should've guessed he would be in the city. he can't stay in one place for too long; if he has a few days free in between shows, he's going to look for a studio to work in. usually in london, los angeles, or here. most of the time, he ends up here.

but i never know where he is anymore.

i deleted twitter from my phone after 2 months. maybe because of the questions, perhaps because i didn't care, or maybe i was tired of reading all the tabloids and fearing they were true. maybe i care too much. whatever, right? it just means i haven't seen him in a while, even in pictures.

i'm sitting by the dark wooden bar counter when i first spot him. he's standing with charli and george in the vip section near the dj booth, surrounded by people as always. my friends noticed that he's here too, but they haven't said anything, which i'm grateful for. i'd rather pretend it doesn't affect me.

he looks different, though. his arms are bigger, and his hair is longer; soft curls fall over big brown eyes that crinkle whenever george says something funny. he still has that boyish smile.

lulu and bea went dancing and i said i'd join them in a minute. we go to this club every time we're in the city, but tonight it is more crowded than usual. my secluded spot at the bar being the only place i won't be pushed around. still, i feel bad. it's my best friend's birthday, and we came to new york together to celebrate, but instead, i'm drowning my sorrows with cosmos. 

"you won't even say hi now?" i hear matty's voice from behind me and turn around, startled. he stands tall and confident as always, but his eyes no longer hold the same energy. here, up close, i can see that his eyebags look more prominent, and his stubble has grown slightly. he looks tired. i don't think i look any better.

"hi," i say, looking into his brown orbs, phlegmatic, as if the butterflies in my stomach aren't going batshit crazy right now "i didn't see you, sorry."

he grins cheekily, "it's alright, darling."

i don't really know what to say. he should hate me, honestly. it wouldn't be surprising considering how we left things, with all the yelling, name calling. with all the broken picture frames. it started with another rumor while he was on tour, another leaked picture. he was so dismissive and vague about it that i just couldn't find it in myself to trust him, and he could only complain about how childish all of it was.

i guess he doesn't, though. they have free drinks inside the vip section. i remember it from when we came here together. he doesn't need to come all the way to the bar for a drink.

"it-it's good to see you," i stutter, apprehensive now. fearing that maybe he really does hate me, and just walked over to tell me how much so. i mean, i would hate him, too, if i could. but no matter how hard i try, i can't. and believe me, i've tried.

matty is standing so close that the loud music sounds muffled now, and the warm, dim light of the bar reflecting on his silky skin makes me want to melt into his arms. so i try to keep my eyes focused on my feet.

he seems to notice that i'm struggling as i fidget with my empty glass.

"can i get you another one?" he asks amicably. my eyes shift from my feet to the glass in my hands and back to his eyes.

"sure," i reply shyly.

he asks a bartender polishing wine glasses next to us for another cosmopolitan. behind the man, shelves from the same material as the counter hold a collection of glass bottles of different colors with labels sporting french and italian names. matty sits on the barstool beside mine. "so…what are you doing here in new york? i thought you hated the city this time of the year." 

and it's true, i hate new york during the summer. the concrete buildings seem to make the temperature much higher, and tourists crowd every corner. it feels claustrophobic. the subway also smells extra bad during these months. but i loved being here with him, no matter the season. i loved being anywhere with him.

"well, yeah. but it's lulu's birthday, and she wanted to celebrate it here, so here we are. the three of us." 

"bea is here too?"

"she is, yeah."

him talking about my friends is familiar. many sunday evenings were spent on his couch sharing a bottle of red with my newest candle burning on the side. at the same time, i'd tell him about the most recent gossip in my friend group, and he would listen.

the barman places the new drink before me and takes the empty glass. i thank him and take a sip of the pink liquid. it's sweet and sour, and the vodka calms my nerves a little bit. he's staring at my lips. so i lick them clean.

he shifts, and suddenly, i feel his calloused fingertips brush against my elbow resting comfortably over the counter. much more tender than last time; my skin burns where he touches it.

"how's your writing going?" he asks, looking into my eyes now.

i tell him i'm still at the magazine, it's going alright. not a lot has changed since we broke up. but it's less exciting, more monotonous. i leave that part out. and he asks me about my own stuff, poems and essays hidden in my drafts.

it's just awkward small talk. so awkward. like we're just acquaintances. friends of friends being left alone, being civil to each other.

it's also a conversation we've had before. documents on my computer that weren't fitting enough for the editors or that i just wrote on a whim. he used to tell me to publish them either way, to leave the magazine and find people who actually appreciate my work, or to start my own thing. but it would be useless; they're not good enough.

"well, i don't know, it's been a while since i've written anything out of work." i take another sip, just to calm down a little. "haven't felt very inspired lately." 

oh my god, shut up– i can't say this to my ex. it's embarrassing, pitiful.

"it happens." he takes my hand and brushes his thumb over my knuckles. i still shiver "you're really talented, love. you should be proud of yourself. i am."

even his praise hurts now; i miss hearing it daily. it's a stab in my chest, salt on the wound. so i just bite my lip and nod. afraid that if i say something, a choked sob will come out. 

there's longing in his eyes, and he gets a look like he wants to say more. but his gaze flickers behind me for a moment, and he drops my hand and gives my left shoulder a squeeze, showing me a soft smile. 

"i'll leave you be, then. it was nice seeing you, love."

there's a voice in the back of my head begging me to make him stay, but i know i can't do that, not when i recall why it ended the way it did. still, i want to reach for his hand and pull him back to me, just for a few minutes at least. but someone grips my shoulders.

"there you are!" lulu says excitedly, already a few drinks ahead of me. her dark blonde hair messy and her skin glimmering with sweat from all the dancing. bea follows right behind her. "c'mon, let's do some shots, you need to power up for all the dancing you owe me."

"alright." i force a giggle and down my drink as bea asks the bartender for three tequila shots.

a few minutes and many shots later, the three of us are on the dance floor, swaying wildly to the loud, thumping bass of whatever music the dj's playing. just being around my girls makes me feel less anxious, and the flashing lights, plus all the alcohol already flowing through my body are making my mind a bit hazy, which helps me let loose a little. 

as i move, i can feel the beat of the music inside my chest, sweaty bodies pushing against me without a care. i even forget about matty for a minute. i don't think about how his hands used to feel on me when we danced together, not at all.

we dance for maybe 30 minutes. until lulu finds one of her many ex-flings, and, as they catch up, bea asks me to go to the bathroom with her. taking my hand, she leads me out of the crowded area and towards the door labeled "ladies' room". 

the contrast from the mostly dark club to the bathroom's white walls makes my eyes squint. it's colder in here, quieter. i can hear the stifled bass from the music and high heels clicking against the floor tiles.

as i wait for bea, i brace myself on the sink in front of me and look into the mirror. everything is happening too fast. talking to matty, downing shots, and being dragged to the dance floor immediately. my head is pounding. i didn't have the time to process what is going on tonight. 

my ears are ringing, and it feels like all the alcohol has suddenly lost all its effect. instantly sobering up, i grab a paper towel and dab it on my arms and face to try to get rid of the sweat. turning on the sink, i wet my hands and place them on the back of my neck to cool down and try to help with the dizziness. i hear the toilet flush, and bea comes out of the cubicle, running her hands through her wavy black hair. i reach into my purse and pull out my lipgloss, coating my lips evenly while looking at myself in the mirror.

"i'm going to the back for a bit," i tell bea as she approaches the sink next to me.

"you okay? do you need water?" she asks, concerned

"yea- yes, i just need to breathe a little."

"okay, text me if you need anything." i just nod and leave the bathroom. she knows me, knows i need to be alone.

pushing through crowded bodies, i head to the club's back door, leading to a narrow alleyway where the employees usually store extra liquor bottles. it also doubles as a smoking area, so i shouldn't be surprised when i see him as soon as i open the door. tattooed arms flexing as he lights a cigarette, probably not his first one of the night, and i turn back to try to leave before he sees me.

"leaving so soon?" i turn around again and already feel my cheeks heating up. embarrassed, like a kid caught eating dessert before dinner. "you can stay."

"it's okay, i'll go somewhere else," i wave him off mindlessly. he came here to enjoy his cig on his own, right? he doesn't need his ex-girlfriend plaguing his chill alone time "i don't want to bother you, i just need some air."

"please stay." it's not the first time he says this, but this time i do. 

with pink-tinged cheeks and heels clicking loudly, i slowly walk down the three small steps in front of the door and move to stand across him with my back resting against the club's brick wall. the warm summer air hits my skin, and i can hear the rustle of the traffic. "you could never bother me." i pretend i didn't hear him.

"i thought you were quitting," i motion to the burning cigarette between his fingers. the moonlight illuminated the alleyway, making the smoke around him look like some kind of silver aura. he smiles at me.

"i'm trying," he says, taking a drag and blowing it out by the side of his mouth, and i laugh.

"it sure looks like it," i reply, still smiling. i'm not as nervous as i expected i would be in this situation; maybe the alcohol hasn't worn off as much as i thought.

he shrugs, running a hand through his hair. "well, you know me".

my eyes follow his every movement, long, calloused fingers holding the rolled paper limply and bringing it up to his red, pouty lips. i start to fidget with the end of my skirt, trying to distract myself by looking at how my fingers twist the fabric. busying myself, so i don't remember how those same lips used to feel against my own or on the curve between my neck and shoulder. 

i look up again when i hear matty step on his cigarette– putting it out– and he starts to walk in my direction. my breath hitches. we are face to face now, noses almost touching. closer than we were at the bar. i can see every freckle on his face when he's this close. i can see the chapped corner of his mouth and the grey that's starting to show up on his now tousled hair.

"why did you leave?" he's straight to the point. his voice comes out low, almost a whisper. at our position, there's no need to be louder than that. there's no hatred in his tone; still, he's not smiling. a flash of hurt appears on his face for a moment. "didn't i make you happy?"

"of course you did, matty." i build the courage to look into his eyes, honey pouring out of them. "we've already talked about this."

he lifts his right hand to rest it on the wall beside my head while letting out a scoff. "but i don't get it," his tone is a little bit louder now. he's not aggressive, but he's not whispering anymore. "what happened?"

"it was for the best." i've stopped whispering too. i place my hands on my forehead. as if to avert the impending headache that will follow this conversation. i don't really know what happened either or when it started happening. i feel sweat droplets running down my hairline, not sure if it's from the summer heat, our closeness, or my disquietude. 

"for the best of who?" he questions, lifting an eyebrow, "i don't feel any better!"

"we were fighting all the time, you know this!" there's a lump in my throat, and i can already feel the pressure between my eyes, working hard so the tears don't fall. i lower my voice again. "it was only a matter of time until one of us left, i just left first."

his gaze softens– probably after seeing my flooding waterline– and it's a while before he talks again, as if he's gathering his thoughts. thinking before he speaks for once, "i could never leave you" it's a low, gravely whisper, and i probably wouldn't have heard it if we weren't this close. "i wish you'd stayed." 

it's a blow to my chest. like a gunshot, blood running down my ribcage. and for a second, i don't think i can breathe.

"i wish you'd done a lot of things, matty." my vision is blurry now, and i feel a single tear roll down my right cheek. i wish he would answer my calls when he stayed late at the studio. i wish he would listen to me when i said i felt neglected. i wish he would give me more security when i felt jealous of the girls partying with him and the boys while i was on the other side of the pond. i wish i stayed. when i can't sleep because i suddenly realize that my bed is too cold, too empty. when i wake up, and there are no kisses on my bare shoulder. when i have to climb over my kitchen counter to reach the can of pasta sauce on the top shelf. when i'm so anxious, and there's no one to hold me… "sometimes i wish i stayed too." 

slowly, his hands cup my jaw. long fingers run lightly across my skin and wipe the lonely tear on my face. the hairs on my neck straighten up, and my heart stirs, beating a little faster. he carefully traces his right thumb over my lower lip, giving me time to reject and push him away. and then, his soft lips lock on mine. no warning. i feel his stubble rub against my chin and let out a sigh. there's a flutter on my lower stomach, burning. i should have pushed him away. instead, my fingers trail up his neck, nails brushing against his skin, and finally into his hair as he coaxes his hot tongue into my mouth. he tastes like cigarettes, of course. i can also taste the rum and lime from the mojito he had earlier. one of his hands travels down and he pulls me by the waist, bodies touching fully now. matty groans into my liquored mouth and i preen; it's good to know i still have that effect on him. that i can still make him let out those pretty sounds with just a kiss. it might be selfish, but we both are. because i bet he's proud too, that every touch of his still sends shivers down my spine. i pull out for air first, lungs already starting to burn. my fingers are still buried in his curls as he rests his forehead on mine, both breathing heavily.

"i need you, love," he whispers against my kiss-swollen lips, voice cracking. there's a smudge of lipgloss on the side of his mouth. it was no use reapplying it.

"matty, i can't," my voice comes out weak, just like how i feel.

"why not? you got somebody?" matty frowns, starting to sound a bit agitated.

i shake my head lightly "i don't."

"what is it?"  

"i already told you" it's my turn to cup his face now, scuff prickling against my palms. "we already had this fight before, you get annoyed because i can't trust you, and i start yelling because you don't take me seriously!"

"of course i take you seriously!" he defends, already becoming increasingly exasperated. i just shake my head; there's no use going through this all over again. it hurt enough the first time. however, i still close my eyes, knowing that if i keep looking at him, the chances of me believing him are higher.

"i'm not built for this, matty," for being away from him, for time zones and phone calls, for pretty girls throwing themselves all over him "i'm not strong enough."

"look at me, baby." his hands moved from my waist up to cup my face again, thumb brushing lightly over my cheekbones. "please," i open my eyes.

"do you love me?" he asks. i realize his eyes are glossed over now "because i love you. so fucking much."

it will be easier if i say no, break his heart all at once. give him a reason to give up. it takes me a while, but i nod.

"yeah?" there's a glimmer of hope on his wet iris.

"i do, but-"

"then we'll figure it out" it's not that simple; just figuring it out is not enough. we hurt each other.

"we'll just end up in the same place, matty," i explain firmly. at this point, tears stream both of our faces. his chest heaves, and i try to contain another sob. he turns his face slightly to press his lips to my palm, just for a second. 

"stay with me, please." our noses touch, and i can no longer distinguish his tears from mine. "i'll do better, i swear."

"it's not going to work."

"just for tonight at least, please," it comes out ragged, and he grazes his lips on mine, leaving a gentle but salty peck. "just for a little bit."

this shouldn't be happening. it's a mess, all of it. no matter how hard or how many times we try, even if we start all over again, we'll just end up in the same place. i know how i am and how he is. our love is tainted, a ticking bomb. so no matter how much i love him, how much i want him, i know we'll just go back to those screaming matches and broken pictures.

but if we keep doing this again and again, maybe then we won't have to say goodbye. at least i won't have to spend an entire lifetime missing him. so maybe just one night won't hurt, right? i've done it a million times. staying for just a little bit won't hurt…i think.

okay, just for a little bit.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy angst #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty x reader #the 1975 fanfic

[r0-boat]

Hello! I hope ur well. I’m abit new to Tumblr and stumbled across ur blog because the Submas content :3.

If you still do requests rn, and something ur comfy with, could I ask for Self Aware AU Ingo discovering his newfound consciousness interacting with reader who play Pokémon Masters? Maybe the reader struggles with self-esteem/depression and Ingo comforts them completely by surprise after a rough day? (Sorry it’s a mouthful to read lol, I appreciate ya!)

-🪴 anon

😭 ingo just wanting to comfort you.

Self aware Ingo x depressed!reader

Hi, just a little reminder before we get started here: if you're ever feeling thoughts of self-esteem or issues with depression, please know that you are loved, and you are beautiful on the inside and out! Make sure you eat a snack and drink some water while reading this.

If this ever made your day even a little bit better, then I did my job, and thank you for reading!

He didn't know when or how he gained consciousness. All he remembered was the first thing he saw when he "woke up" familiar faces in a usual place, the calm music that the Pokemon Center plays every night. Pokemon was standing right next to him, but as his eyes looked forward into what he perceived was a giant portal created by Palkia and Dialga themselves. And a smiling face looking down upon the world he inhabited.

He had thought you were one of Arceus's angels, and this was about a dream, but soon, he had realized that only half was the case.

It all seemed to click who you were. You are not some dead fish-eyed child with a robotic Pikachu like what this world had portrayed you as no far from; instead of that kid with the permanent smile, you always seem to have a tired look on your face with either a small half-smile or a Blank Stare. But to Ingo, he always preferred to you behind the screen. Even when you were no longer watching the world, he could still hear your faint voice going about your day. You seemed more lively and more human than the blank slated avatar they gave you. How could he not be drawn to you even though you seem so sad? Your eyes and your being just seem so full of life that he felt an urge to protect and care for you.

Even though the fake Island had tons of people and, he felt more alone than he ever did, especially when he realized he was the only one different from the rest. He can't help but respond to every little question or reaction in his head, afraid of what you might do if he ever breaks away from the game's script.

But on a particular day that was a rough one for you mentally and physically, when Ingo saw you opening up the app instead of that same expression, your eyes were red from crying. No, you were still crying. His heart sank. If he could, if he could touch you, he would hold you close and Whisper nothing but good things in your ear until you calm down, but he can't do that. He couldn't do anything!! He felt sick with worry as he watched you cry, your lip quivering as you vent to yourself, saying the most horrible things about yourself !! And for a moment, he threw away his worries of the consequences.

" Are you okay?"

A simple three-letter sentence that made you freeze; your heart's practically stopped as you didn't know that you were being watched. It took you a while for your brain to process who the voice was coming from, looking down at your phone to see your favorite character stare back. Huh... Odd you didn't know he had that line before.... and not only that, you didn't remember clicking on him. Usually, characters say their lines after you click on them, yet you don't even touch them. As you were Gathering your thoughts, Ingo spoke again.

" I truly wish I could wipe away those tears, I regretfully can't do much but if it helps tell me about your day and I'll listen."

Ingo speaks again... no text box appears; nothing; he just talked to you, mentioning your crying. In that first moment, you didn't know how you felt. Your favorite character coming to life and talking to you was almost a dream come true, but the thought just seemed so impossible and unrealistic that you doubted the fact that you were awake. And your feelings are already all over the place, having no one to turn to, no one to comfort you, craving that comfort, your heart exploded. You can't stop the tears rolling down your face, even if is just a dream; what a beautiful dream it is.

"I-i don't know." You stuttered you were far too gone to even articulate what you are feeling all your emotions swelling for the past month or two bubbling up into a mess of emotion. You want us to tell him tell him that your day was crap tell him how crappy you looked right now tell him that he can't believe he saw you like this that your first meeting with your favorite character your favorite person in the world was like this red in the face tears falling from your red and puffy eyes.

But Ingo did not seem fazed; he was not disgusted, he was not angry at you. He understood if he was there if he wasn't trapped behind the screen, he would have wished you in his arms and laid his lips on your forehead. He knew how you felt; he listened to your angry ramblings about yourself; he listened to the times people had treated you like you were less than human or misused your kindness, manipulated and used you for their own gain. He wanted to hold you close, make you something you like, and tell you that the word you know about yourself is not true; he wanted to tell you how much you mean to him and how nice and loving you are, how kind and thoughtful and how gorgeous you were. Those people who mistreated you are not good people, and you deserve to be respected, you deserve happiness, and you deserve to be loved.

You deserve to be told that you're beautiful every day, to be made breakfast in bed and kissed at every waking moment. Because that's what he would do for you; that's what his heart ached for him to do.

But he did what he could do which was listen to your broken sobs as you pour your heart out.

" It sounds like you had quite a day... I wish I could do more than just listen and speak to you, but what I can do is tell you what the things you say about yourself is not true... and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Could you stay with me for a while? I wish to talk to you, and we start from the beginning, shall we? Now, my dear, please tell me what's bothering you and wipe away those tears. Pretend that it's my fingers swiping across your eyes."

His voice, usually loud and booming, was surprisingly soft, warm, and welcoming. From his calming voice to your Outburst earlier, you felt your heart slow down and your tears dry as you wipe them from your face; those steel gray eyes light up for a moment when he sees just a piece of a smile flicker on your lips.

" there's that smile~"

#pokemon ingo #ingo x reader #pokemon subway bosses #submas x reader #subway boss ingo #Fluff submas #comfort #subway master ingo #pokemon imagines #submas ingo #pokemon submas

[hwnglx]

What is hyunjin's real behind the scenes personality like?

this went very deep 😮‍💨 often happens when the person i read for is of very complex nature, he's def one of them lol..

hyunjin's real personality behind the scenes

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

temp, 9ofp&5ofw, kingofsw, queofp, 6ofw, 5ofc, queofc

+ very chill and peaceful energy. since hyunjin prefers things to remain balanced and calm, he doesn't enjoy conflict at all and prefers staying out of it whenever he can. a lot of contentment in his own comfort zone.. like a happy loner type of thing. he's the happiest when he's by himself and doesn't need to concern himself with others. the nine of pentacles often gives me this vibe of someone who loves smothering themselves. do the whole self care routines and stuff, to make themselves feel better.

on a day to day basis, he's much more mature than what meets the eye. i know i say this about many idols, but we all know how the kpop industry can often ask for idols to seem more "childlike", doing cat-ears and aegyo and cutesy stuff like that. (most kpop fans don't realize it but still struggle seeing these men as grown adults) hyunjin isn't into any of that at all, on and off camera lmao. there's this very serious and stern quality to him, he isn't someone to just "la la la ☺️🎶" stroll through life carelessly. he takes life seriously.

he also truly cares about the people he cherishes. there's an equally gentle energy to him, where he really wants to take care of the few people in his close circle that he loves. i don't see many people around him, he's someone who carefully choses who to give his time and energy to. but once you're important to him, he'll be fiercely loyal and committed to make sure you feel comfortable and safe around him. although materialistic (he values money a lot), he can be very generous with it when the time calls for it and enjoys gifting his loved ones expensive things. probably enjoys bragging that he was able to buy that with his own hardly earned money, he's very proud of the financially stable place he's been able to get to.

getting the five of cups as a positive is pretty interesting, since it's usually a card that stands for sadness, loss, regret.. however, the following emotionally intelligent queen of cups, tells me he's been able to take this easily hurt (very soft heart for sure) nature of his and turn it into more of a "positive" trait. he's a deeply empathetic and compassionate guy, since he exactly knows what it's like to get overwhelmed with sorrow. he's definitely the type to quietly sit with you and allow you to cry in his shoulders for hours, just listening to you sob.

i deeply felt his virgo moon come out here, which makes total sense, considering our moon is the side that is hidden away, often only comes out when we're by ourselves.

char, aceofc, 3ofsw&8ofp, 8ofw, 6ofp, 8ofsw

- oh hello aries mars. yeah, hyunjin can definitely get too worked up and completely lose himself once he's set a goal he desperately wants to achieve. the chariot tells me that, if this man wants something, he will do whatever it takes to get it, and likely completely disregard anyone else around him. like there's a very handy opportunity for him? do not expect him to give in and hand it to you. no matter how much you could want it, he really won't care about your needs at all. definitely has a very selfish and opportunistic side to him.

i can see this coming from deep insecurity. he's extremely sensitive, very easily hurt heart. a lot of his struggles come from his own expectations to himself, he never really feels like any amount of work is enough to satisfy his own standards. like there literally is no end. he never really feels this sense of relief one usually gets after a long day of hard work. he'll probably remember all the things he didn't do according to his own expectations, and will kinda ruin things for himself. very self-sabotaging tendencies. he stands in his own way a lot, makes things harder for himself than they should be and sets limitations where they don't need to be. he constantly struggles to let lose, and can drive himself crazy over the most trivial things and details others wouldn't even think about.

hyunjin can easily feel like he needs to be some sort of use or service to people in order for them to accept or like him. he can quickly feel worried that he doesn't live up to not only his own but other people's expectations as well, and is still in need of a lot of praise and validation. i can see him sucking up to people a lot and knowing how to play his cards well (esp. his looks!!) in order to get that approval.. a lot of needy and unstable energy when it comes to his self worth.

he still finds himself overwhelmed by his emotions. he's very all or nothing. like he either completely shuts off his feelings and tries very hard not to let something affect him, but once it gets to him, it overpowers anything else.

hyunjin can easily feel like he loses control of himself once he's worked up, and i can see him lowkey getting scared of his emotions since they're so strong. once he gets to this overly emotional and worked up place, i can see him just getting very messy and impulsive, talking (also shouting) a lot and just saying a bunch of offensive things he probably didn't even mean. and although he'll likely feel regret afterwards, it's unlikely he'll be able to come up to the person and resolve the issue again, despite knowing he's the one in fault.

#kpop tarot #stray kids tarot #i enjoy personality readings sm #so interesting to glimpse into someone else's soul

[milimeters-morales]

okay more pictures I had thoughts about

Starting with these:

This handwriting is diff than how he wrote his name on that scan sheet in so I’m glad I can see his natural handwriting and not the neater one for tests and such, also the 😩 emoji he drew out I’m cryinggggg he’s so silly 😭😭😭 and I loved the little drawings he did in the book too, esp the cute version of the spider and the hearts around the bite!!! His memory is so fucking good too, to be able to remember all the details in the people he’s drawn and a spider he hasn’t seen in a long while (or a few days, idk when he actually drew this part)! Next ! :3

This one is soooo fucking funny to me. Bro can’t stand his ass he really can’t believe this is NYC’s new protector. Miles needed to get charged 50% more for embarrassing himself and by extension me bc I had to defend him here. It is a quick moment with him and Lenny (I think that’s his name?) but I like to think that they know each other, or at least have a friendly relationship for Miles to be so casual about this. If I really wanted to reach, and I do, I would say that he knows it’s Miles lol bc the voice is a dead giveaway.

THIS IS MY FAV PAIR OF PHOTOS TODAY. So I love the squinty then closed eyes, the use of his other powers besides the usual spider-man abilities, AND how he’s using them effectively but ends up indirectly causing a blackout ! Of course this isn’t the way I wanted it to go, I would prefer him being the direct cause in a scenario where maybe he takes the energy or overloads it to the point of a blackout, BUT this was funny, and it was still basically what I really hoped to see! And wasn’t this robot villain super similar to a robot toy either Miles or Ganke had in their dorm room??? can you imagine that the villains have more merch than Miles does and Ganke makes sure to remind him of that 😭😭😭 help

Now listen I think Miles would be ADORABLE. SO PRECIOUS. SO SILLY. with a few hairs actually above his lip. He swears it’s a full on mustache but it looks like he drew it on with eyeliner. Can you imagine how similar he’d look to Aaron when he laughs AND has those few hairs? He’d be ecstatic and would be showing them off to everyone he knows, he’s telling his dad that he’s a man now and can’t be grounded and that his curfew needs to be later, Rio’s probably only egging it on and Jeff is so proud but SO annoyed bc both him and spider-man, by pure coincidence, are starting to act like they’re much more mature and above anything and everybody in the way teenagers are when they reach a milestone, only to still be an anxious teenager underneath the new attitude lol. Also bug eyes :3 you know I love me them bug eyes

And I have no words for this autistic ass smile. “Didn’t know how to smile until I was 8” faceass. “Intelligent young boy but struggling to connect with peers” written on his 3rd grade report card faceass. “Doesn’t get along well with the other boys in class and opts to read instead of participating in recess or class fun” said in the PTC faceass. I don’t even care that this isn’t even his natural smile and he’s rightfully awkward looking here, to me he has been canonically stated to be some form of neurodivergent. Sword slash to the chest. And you’re on fire

#miles morales #spiderman #spider man #m&m posts #posts this and leaves for another day and a half

[kiqshi]

General dating headcanons for Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, and Beelzebub?

General Dating HC’S!

CW: none

GENRE: Fluff

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Obey Me! Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan and Beelzebub

GN!Reader

i lowkey struggled with Leviathan’s, i don’t know how to write him lmao. i hope you like this though!

˚☽˚｡⋆. MAMMON

This man spoils you when he has the chance to. I feel like he will take you to window shop snd once he catches you staring at something with admiration he will remember that item and buy it for you to surprise you. You saw that $50 coat that looked cute and warm? You got it. Your stomach started making noises? Mammons got you, he will stop what he’s doing and take you to get some food that you would like.

Mammon will still act like a tsundere, he always will that’s just him lol. If he says something and you took offence to it, he will drip the act and reassure you with a blush on his cheeks.

He loves you so much, he will basically do anything for you. You are #1 to him after all!

COOKING DUTY TOGETHER!! Mammon would love for you two to cook together, he counts it as small dates.

Definitely shows you off to everyone, if someone looks at you in a way that makes him mad they will never be seen again

He does those matching necklaces or rings.

He will definitely learn to cook your favourite meals to impress you.

Definitely takes you in his car! I see him taking you to drive in theatres often. He will make sure to get you food at a drive through first so you don’t get hungry

If you ever embarrass yourself, he will embarrass himself just as much as you did. He will never let you feel embarrassed on your own

(He would probably steal stuff for you as well when he goes broke, but makes sure he isn’t caught)

˚☽˚｡⋆. LEVIATHAN

Video game dates A LOT. Leviathan will probably even make a whole game just for you and him to play

If you two went on a date outside, I feel like he would take you to a aquarium, those cute cafes and manga/anime merch stores.

You guys do those all nighters a lot, unless you are more of a sleep kind of person he doesn’t mind sleeping

Definitely takes you to arcades! He will even try to win stuff for you

Takes you to those anime conventions, he would want to cosplay as couples

˚☽˚｡⋆. SATAN

You already know Satan takes you to anime café’s, its a must do in his list

Library dates! He loves to read you books that would interest you, also will help you study.

He’s the kind of guy to sneak you notes during a test, helping you with some answers

If you were ever in pain, he would help you in an instant with some spells

Satan would get you two some matching cat merch, probably sweaters or mugs

At lunch in RAD, he sneaks you two out and go to a better cafe for lunch, he will pay as well.

You guys cuddle lot’s while he reads books

If anyone messes with you or tried flirting Satan will glare at them, later on they will be missing

˚☽˚｡⋆. ASMODEUS

Asmo is the sweetest ever! If you ever feel insecure say bye to the insecurities, he will sweet talk to you about every detail of yourself telling you how amazing you are.

He always gives the best hugs when you are cold, cuddles as well.

You two have makeovers and self care nights every 2-3 nights, he wants you to feel at ease and relaxed

Matching nail colours. Will also have some matching outfits.

You two use each others closets a lot, he looks amazing in some of your outfits and you look amazing in his!

Loves having bubble baths, has a whole collection of scents. You and Asmo go out and buy different bubbles and other things for the bath

Spoils you A LOT. Takes you shopping each week, you will have a lot of clothes and other stuff

He does your hair, nails and makeup(if you’re into that) sometimes

If anyone is rude to you, he will spread rumours about the person, the next day everyone was talking down on them.

Post’s lots of selfies of you guys together, everyone on Devilgram thinks you guys are the cutest couple (he also posts your dates)

He’s another one to take you on dates to restaurants & cute cafes.

˚☽˚｡⋆. BEELZEBUB

Never shares his food but since your his partner he definitely lets you take at least one bite of his food if you look hungry (also buys you more food if he accidentally ate yours)

Lot’s of food dates, as well as gym dates, he wants to be near you at all times mostly

Sometimes he allows you to sit on his back as he does push ups

Beel always looks for you in the audience at his fangol games, he waves at you with the cutest smile each time he does meet your eyes.

You guys also do cooking duty together, mostly because you have to stop him from eating the ingredients

He helps you reach stuff that are too high for you, let’s you sit on his shoulders to get it. He finds it adorable how short you are compared to him (I personally feel like he’s 7’0 because y’know demons are supposed to be way bigger then humans)

He’s always the sweetest, loves cuddles as well

If you are ever cold in public, he will give you his jacket.

#lunars headcanons ˚☽˚｡⋆ #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #om shall we date #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me fluff #obey me brothers #obey me x mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #omswd #omswd x reader #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub

[justwonder113]

Smothering them with love

Includes: Bokuto Koutaro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime

WARNINGS:None really just pure fluff. Reader is a bit bold. slightly suggestive. Mention of ass? And one curse word if I remember correctly lol. Please notify me if I missed something^^

A/N: I AM ALIVE! Had to deal with the worst writer's block but now I'm back! I will try to write more and more. Thank you all for your patience.

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Bokuto Kotaro

You and Bokuto had been dating for a while and you were feeling beyond comfortable with him, but it was still him, who always innitiated affection. He was just so full of love! He wouldn't stop gushing about how beautiful, amazing and overall perfect you were. He always had to touch you in any way, he just showered you with gifts simply because every little thing seemed to remind him of you. You two also went on various of little dates and had so many adventures together. It was like every love language was his.

Now it wasn't like you were not affectionate and just as smitten as he was, but, next to him, your love didn't seem as loud and dramatic.

Both of you were laying on the couch, cuddling and just chilling together. Some movie was playing on tv, the one you two were supposed to watch together but only served as a background noise since neither of you cared about it. Both of you were too tired to care, especially Bokuto. Come to think of it, you had never seen him this quiet before. Training must have drained him too much, they were going to have an important match soon too. You wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to do.

You softly gazed at him as you laid on his chest, he had his eyes closed, probably was seconds away from falling asleep. You slid your fingers through his soft hair, Bokuto hummed visibly satisfied with the action. You smiled and continued to scratch his scalp, hoping to relax him more. You felt like you were seeing a new side of him and it made your heart soft, it almost felt like he would start purring any second now. Maybe that's why you didn't stop yourself and leaned in to peck him softly. Bokuto opened his eyes and gave you the softest smile, his hands slowly crept and laid on your hips. You couldn't really help yourself and leaned in again to place another peck on his soft lips, then another and before you knew it you were basically littering his face with kisses. Bokuto's chest rambled from laughter, as he tried to return every single kiss, his hands now tightly grabbing your hips.

You wanted to kiss him some more but he seemed to have other plans, in one swift motion he was up and had you straddling his lap. You wanted to protest but he didn't let you as he leaned in and gave you a deep kiss that had you breathless in seconds.

"You're really cute you know that right?" He mumbled against your neck as he gave soft kisses there and there. You only gaped at him still struggling to catch your breath. He lifted his gaze so that he was staring at your eyes. "As much as I love you kissing me all over it's my turn now." The last part made you shiver, it was like fatigue had completely left his body, and let's just say you had a really long night that day...

Oikawa Tooru

It was just a normal saturday and you were chilling in your apartment, drinking your favorite beverage and just trying to rest but your boyfriend had other plans. The door of your house opened with a loud noise startling you, almost making you spill your drink all over yourself. You glared at the culprit but he didn't seem to mind. Oikawa stomped his way to you, lifted your legs without saying any word and placed them in his lap as he sat down next to you. Yes, yuu were the one who gave him the key in case of the emergency but you didn't expect the emergency to happen literally the next day.

"You won't believe the day I had!" He fumed, it made you roll your eyes, but you stopped when you noticed the glare he gave you.

"Why won't you tell me about it? Promise I will listen." There was a tinge of teasing in your voice but he didn't pay any mind, he wanted to vent and that's what he was going to do.

He started telling you about how terrible the day has been so far, how he stepped in the mud with his brand new shoes and ruined them when he was on a morning jog, how they messed up his order in the local cafe he went to, how someone cut him off in a line, and you had to listen to a whole monologue how Atsumu miya was the most inssuferable bastard who ever walked the earth! He didn't even rant this much about Kageyama or Ushijima and he hated their guts. Atsumu Miya really had to be something to get your boyfriend this worked up, he was even switching languages while talking!

You tried to take him seriosly, you really did, but he looked really irresistible. He was so cute ranting about his "troubles" you couldn't help but find him adorable. So, as soon as he was done with his monologue you leaned in and gave him a soft peck, and after noticing how he chased your lips, visibly enjoying affection you gave yourself a green flag and started littering kisses everywhere you could see and reach, and from the looks of how putty your boyfriend became he also enjoyed himself.

"Wanna cuddle and watch some shitty movies? I will even play with your hair since you had such a hard day." You suggested when you leaned back to catch your breath. He looked at you with dazed eyes, his gaze constantly switching to your eyes to your lips. He looked so beautiful, his cheeks all flushed, his lips red and swollen, his chest moving up and down to regain his breath, red marks all over his neck and collarbone... It almost made you want to rawish him, it took everything to control yourself

"I need to have more shitty days if it means I will get treated like this every time!" He mumbled against your chest as he made himself comfortable there. His comment made you chuckle, you slide your hand though his hair and as promised started playing with his locks.

"Or you can just ask me." Oikawa let out a satisfied hum and cuddled you more. You couldn't spend your saturday better.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Many would say that your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, was really intimidating and even call him scary but to you he was literally cutest person ever. Even now you watched him with stars in your eyes as he very enthusiastically explained to you how Godzilla could totally beat Kingkong's ass. You had only asked him how his day went, you had no clue how the conversation led to this, but, honestly, you didn't really mind. You felt smitten over the fact he was the most adorable little nerd ever!

As he finished proving his point and waited for your input you did the only thing you thought of doing for the past few minutes. You bought him closer by his belt loop and connected your lips. Iwaizumi stiffened for a sacond but soon relaxed, and, surprisingly, even let you take the lead. He rested his hands on your hips as he leaned against the counter. You took this chance and kissed him to your heart's content. When you got breathless you moved from his lips to his neck and collarbones which peaked from his oversized hoodie. He looked absolutely adorable, his cheeks were flushed, his ears were all red, lips red and swollen. You wanted to tease him more. Iwaizumi glared at you for a second, he kept grumbling about how you were not taking him seriously but he also did nothing to stop you.

You wanted to call out on his cute behaviour, but he had other plans. The next thing you knew you were thrown over his shoulder and he led you to your shared bedroom. Let's just say had his revenge on you, not that you minded.

#haikyuu! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu oikawa #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #oikawa fluff #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa scenarios #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto scenarios

[wri0thesley]

oh to be a hybrid darling…going through heat and trying to hide it and go about their daily business…only for even a non-hybrid chara to notice how much they’re struggling…alhaitham would be so blunt about it, suggesting darling go home and take care of it in ways he’s heard/read about (self-pleasure, finding a partner, etc.) only to be taken a bit aback when darling shyly admits they want him to help them. he’d accept after the initial minor surprise—it’s only logical that this is the best way to alleviate darling’s problem, he trusts himself to remain objective, and it’s better that darling chooses someone they know rather than a stranger isn’t it?—cut to alhaitham’s resolve crumbling at darling’s intoxicating neediness for him, their sensitivity to even the smallest of touches, their hands desperately grasping onto him…….So Many thoughts about this concept i could go on but i don’t want this ask to be novel-length lol

anon; the absolute EMBARRASSMENT of admitting to the acting grand sage - who you are supposed to be helping with his business, seeing as this is only temporary, who you were granted the position of assistant to because of your even temperament and your own qualifications - that something so base has knocked you for six and you're struggling with even the most basic tasks he's given you. to admit to something so personal, that you've never had to admit to a boss before (and certainly alhaitham's own presence, the cords of his muscle and the stern voice and the handsome face isn't helping)--

only for him to straight facedly say; "oh. i've read about such things in hybrids before. if you need to, you're welcome to take the day off; you have someone to help you via sexual intercourse, right? or maybe through masturbation? it's fine. you're more use getting out of this state--"

so embarrassed, in fact, that you just blurt out; "well, sir, surely it would be easier for you to just help me so i can get it over with--"

played at his own game; this is indeed the most rational of solutions. and though alhaitham knows generally sexual intercourse is done to those you have a more emotional connection with (*unless you are kaveh, it seems, who delights in bringing back people to alhaitham's house only to keep alhaitham up all night with whines and groans and moans of pleasure), he's also no stranger to it as a transactional process, and is smart enough to wonder if it would help some of the knots of tension he gets in his stomach when he sees how diligent you are to making his work easier (which is absolutely not attraction, thank you very much). you're hardly displeasing to the eye--

so, in a purely professional capacity, he cancels any other meetings for the day and tells you to take off your clothes. tells you he won't abuse his position by fucking you and will bring you relief by mouth or hand. touches you with careful fingers, remembering everything he's ever read about sexual congress; occasionally asking you "like this?" or "circles? side to side?" until even he has his brow beaded with sweat, even he is flushed and intoxicated at how your eyes are so blown and wide and dark and how prettily you pant out his name (it flickers from 'alhaitham' to 'sir', and both are very pleasant in their own way). how wet you are, soaking him to the wrist - how pliable and pliant you are to everything he does to you. how lovely you sound. until he's undoing his trousers because he's going to fall apart if he doesn't get to come inside of you--

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #power imbalance cw #hybrids cw #not sfw text

[iriswestallenn]

The discourse on Saltburn is so interesting to me because you either choose to take the movie as a fun romp or a movie "that had nothing [new] to say." Or that things happened just for shock value.

While there's definitely an argument to be made that this film had nothing/little to say, (as I am struggling with some themes they seemed to drop halfway through as well,) I just took this movie as a fun romp haha. You have to sit back and remember... they drew curtains back after a major character death and the entire room was RED! They isolate their black family member. They put a deer costume on Oliver during his bday party. A DEER. This movie was never trying to be subtle.

I've seen some crazy takes like "rich people good?" lmao Felix is arguably the 'nicest' family member right? Jacob Elordi and the script honestly do a really good job showing he's just as shitty as his family. After telling Oliver about his life, he asks Oliver, what about you? Cmon, what else? Siblings? ANYTHING interesting about you? Oliver should not have lied... if he didn't though, do you actually believe Felix would have kept talking to him? Felix gathered his family around and told them exactly "what happened" to Olivers mom and dad. No one would DO THAT! Especially if you've invited this person to your home!!

This internet age refuses to accept multiple things can be true at the same time haha when Felix learned from Farleigh that Ollie and Venetia hooked up, Felix STOMPED to the breakfast table. Folded his arms, ignored Ollie, made no eye contact. Then admitted he didn't want Ollie to be with Venetia, he had a problem with THE LAST GUY he brought to their home being with Venetia. They bring a new "poor" person their home every damn Summer. Multiple truths: 1. Felix shouldn't have been friggin killed. 2. Felix was a shitty person. Jesus

I understand the shock value critique. None of the three big scenes came across like shock value to me personally. I think it's because 1. It was all coming from Oliver. Oliver slurped the tub water, he fucked the grave, he put the period blood back in Venetias mouth. I think if everyone in the family was also doing weird fucked up shit, I'd be like, oookay. Now how is everyone here a weirdo? lol but it was just Oliver. 2. I thought this was a cannibalism movie lmao so I was actually expecting worse!

Obviously people can have different opinions but this movie and its discourse have been super interesting to me. I really enjoyed this movie but my main negative is that it does present itself in the beginning of the movie as though it has something to say but it doesn't have much to say? You're also not made aware that Olivers main objective was the house. Or if it wasn't the house at the start, at what point did it become about getting everything from the family?

Remember the friend Ollie had at the school that he later dropped? That friends last words to Ollie were, "he'll [felix] will get bored of you." Or something like that. That was so dumb lmao Venetia says this exact thing later in the movie. Why not make that friends last words to Ollie about status? Tie that into what Farleigh begins to tell Ollie and make Ollies goal clear to the audience even before the "plot twist."

That scene in school with the tutor. Oliver read the whole summer reading list. He came to college ready to go by the rules and succeed. There's no clear turning point imo. When Farleigh gets there late, doesn't care, definitely didn't read the reading list, and the tutor is like, "I knew your hot mom. We weren't friends, I just admired her from afar." I wish there was more focus on Oliver realizing following the rules would get him nowhere he wanted to be.

I ended up enjoying this movie because I'm satisfied with how fun it was, how GORGEOUS it looks, and how great the performances are. Not good, great performances truly. It's so sad that this could have been a 'no plot, just vibes' kinda movie. But instead there is some semblance of a plot lol it's just not fully fleshed out. I still think people are taking it way too seriously and the genuine distain for it is odd but there's a tug and pull here for sure.

#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #like i don't think the movie boyhood 2014 has a plot #and i did not like boyhood lmao but so many people identified with it #so it's like damn were the vibes in saltburn just not enough for people #did the hint at an actual plot that was never fully realized kill the vibes for others completely? #long post #idk it's 2am this isn't super well written but i was compelled #films

[astarionposting]

Hi, I just want to say that your work is stunning and we're very thankful for it! I also hope that nobody is causing you problems about liking that other route...It's ludicrous that people still act like children when it comes to what others enjoy, not to mention that if you show them two pictures of Astarion they won't even be able to tell which one is the 'bad' route and which one is the 'good' one.

Other than that, I wish you a very nice day!

Thank you so much! 🥹🥹 I’m so so happy you enjoy my content.

Thankfully no one has caused me any issues with Ascended Astarion stuff haha. I guess because I do acknowledge he is 100% evil if he ascends, but SOMETIMES I LIKE ME AN EVIL MAN!! I enjoy both routes and think they are both super fun to play.

I love Spawn Astarion for him being able to overcome his fears, open up, heal and become “better” (but still pretty cheeky and wanting to create as much chaos as possible) and end the cycle of abuse, which is very personal to me as well in my own trauma. I love that he is able to overcome what I would consider an unhealthy coping mechanism to his fear; he is scared, so his reaction is to obtain as much power over everyone else so no one can ever hurt him again, but then he would lose himself in the process… and his SO if you decide not to become his spawn. I mean, he pretty much becomes his BIGGEST fear, his own source of 200 years of trauma and abuse (“the new cazador”—just like Cazador did since he was also a spawn and killed his own master for power out of fear—if I’m remembering correctly).

BUT I also like the Ascended Astarion route for how tragic it is. How you can really see right through him and how he ISN’T satisfied. He gets so angry with you if you even point it out a little bit, that sacrificing all of those souls, including his own in a way, didn’t fix anything. He’s still so insecure. He is still afraid (he’s just much more aggressive and defensive about it). He is still unhappy and he will never actually be free. I mean, it’s a deal with MEPHISTOPHELES. He might have been freed from one master, but now he owes his power to another, much more dangerous and powerful being. Not only that, but he will never be free from himself. If you listen to Cazador’s inner thoughts, you can hear how much he WANTS to die, how much he HATES being a soulless and vile vampire with only a lust for blood. No capability to love, to care, to be any part of who he might’ve been before.

The song “hurt” by NIN makes me think of Ascended Astarion. He says “we can have it all, we can take the world”. But what is “having it all?”. “Having it all” to me would be the Spawn ending. Being free of his abuser, being free of owing his power to someone else, being able to be HIMSELF and surrounded by people who care about him because of who he is, not because of his power.

Anyways I’m not that great at writing my thoughts coherently so I’ll stop there lol, but I also like his voice lines cause they can be kind of hot because also kind of goofy 😭 😭 and it’s fiction!! I read the wildest fanfic out there but if an actual man spoke to me that way, I would be OUT OF THERE SOOOO FAST lol

I don’t like to call them the “bad” or “good” ending, because it’s different for everyone. I mean, it’s a ROLEPLAYING GAME. Yeah, if your Tav/Durge is good alignment, then the spawn ending may seem to be the “good” one, but if your Tav/Durge is evil then wouldn’t the vampire ascendent ending technically be “good” for them? Anyways, I just think people struggle to separate reality from fiction when they get too deep into it. I love soft-ish and cheeky vampire and also evil and hot vampire like WE CAN ENJOY BOTH!!!

Anyways, thank you so much again and I hope you also have a wonderful day!! ❤️

#my asks #ALSO LISTEN TO THAT SONG #IT IS SUCH A GOOD SONG #AND THE LYRICS WHEN I THINK OF AA MAKES ME 😔 #also I didn’t look over this before posting it so it might make 0 sense and there may be a bunch of typos lol

[lexissrosea]

all i need.

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem! Reader

summary: 2.7k. bradley decides to take a flight above the clouds to clear his head and remember old times.

warnings: terminally ill reader! mentions of heart failure, mentions of death, whole lotta angst, please read with caution!!

a/n: this is inspo'd from irl experiences TT also my first one-shot that i've written in like 6 yrs?? but yeah, bradley brain rot LOL any text that is italicized is a flashback but i'm sure yall know the drill

There was nothing like the hot summer sun that beat through the windshield of Rooster’s aircraft. Aside from being a fighter pilot, Rooster spent his free time flying privately at a local flight academy that allowed him to use their planes as he pleased. Whenever he needed to clear his head or blow off some steam, flying was the best way to do so. It made him feel more connected to his father—and, of course, friends he had lost along the way. 

As the plane ascended into the air, Rooster glanced to the side of him, his eyes lingering on the empty seat. A feeling of yearning ached in his chest as he shook his head, looking ahead once more. His chest rose as he took in a sharp breath of air only to release it seconds later through pursed lips. 

‘You.. You should be here with me.’ He thought to himself as he looked at the sky. ‘How I would’ve loved to fly alongside you.’ 

As Rooster’s plane climbed to 6,000 feet, he did as he usually would, which was trim the plane out and set the power to allow his plane to go into ‘cruise mode’. Although he was enjoying the flight, the ache that had disturbed him earlier was still stretching across his entire torso. At the time of his father’s death, he was so young that he didn’t understand exactly what his mother was going through. Rooster couldn’t imagine losing a partner at that age, nor could he imagine losing the love of his life. Throughout his childhood, Rooster watched his mother struggle to take care of him on her own. Knowing exactly what he wanted to do with his life, he knew that he never wanted to allow himself to get close to any woman, for fear of hurting them just like how his mother was hurt. 

But, there you were, standing outside that restaurant with the most gorgeous dress on and tears in your eyes. Rooster was driving home late one night after going to the store to pick up tomatoes for dinner. As he stopped at the red light, he noticed you in all your glory. Rooster couldn’t help but admire the way the dress hugged your body perfectly, or how your eyes twinkled with curiosity. Was it the tears or just your personality? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he had to talk to you. 

And, that’s exactly what he did. 

Through your conversation, he learned that you had waited in that restaurant for more than two hours. Your date had ditched you last minute, and it was the first time in months that you had decided to dress yourself up. Rooster, being the gentleman he is, gladly forgot about his spaghetti and lead you back into the restaurant, ready to give you the date of a lifetime. He wasn’t dressed appropriately for a high-end dinner, but heavens you were, and that’s all that mattered to him. From there, the rest was history. 

He wasted no time introducing you to all the Top Gun folk, as well as Maverick who couldn’t stop telling you all about Rooster’s embarrassing kid stories, much to Rooster’s dismay. You learned all about his history including his dad, his time training, and the mission that they had gone on. You were always amazed by his stories, no matter how big or little. 

Rooster was sure that you’d be the woman he’d marry. 

Or at least that’s what he hoped. 

“Bradley, I’m fine, really—Bradley, c’mon, look at me, please.”

Bradley sat in the corner with his head in his hands. His eyes stared coldly at the tile floor as the smell of the hospital room consumed his senses. He felt as though his senses were going numb and although he didn’t want to be upset with you, he was. Who knew that instead of being in his father’s position, he’d be in his mother’s, fearing for his partner’s life. 

You watched as his head slowly picked up, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. In his eyes were a bundle of emotions that you read so vividly. Fear, frustration, resentment. Your body stilled as he sluggishly moved from the stool in the corner to the chair that sat next to your bedside. 

You had been experiencing extreme chest pains and your heart was beating rapidly. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. It wasn’t the first time that you had experienced these symptoms, but usually, when they’d come about, they weren’t as extreme. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t control your breathing, and each breath came as quick as it left. When Bradley found you, you were hunched over the counter, unable to speak or even look at him due to the pain. Almost immediately, he rushed you to the E.R. and that was how you found yourselves in this situation. 

The doctors were running blood work on you to see what the problem was while you and Bradley were forced to wait in agonizing dread. 

You felt his large, calloused hands entangle themselves with your own as he laid his head on the side of your bed. He continued to stay quiet, but his hands squeezed your own every few seconds. You could tell that his eyes were studying your every move as a sigh escaped his throat. 

“Bradley, honey, I’m sorry for scaring you,” you frowned, gently rubbing your thumb over the backside of his hand. 

Bradley let out a deep exhale, “It’s not your fault, darlin’. I was just.. I was terrified. The look of pain on your face, it just—I don’t wanna lose you, (y/n). Please don’t let me lose another person.” 

You watched as tears threatened to fall from his glassy eyes and guilt filled you to the brim. Amid the chaos, you had completely forgotten how bad this truly affected him. Although it was slightly painful to do so, you brought your other arm around to lift his head. Leaning forward, you laid a chaste kiss on his forehead, your lips lingering in that spot for just a moment. 

“I’m not leaving you, Bradley,” you said, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “besides, we have our whole future ahead of us. You still haven’t put a ring on this finger, y’know?” Your teasing tone caused a smirk to grace his features. 

“Well, I guess I’m just gonna have to get you a ring then, right, darlin’?” He chuckled as he kissed your knuckles, being careful of the IV needle that you were hooked up to. His voice came out like a low hum as he continued to squeeze your hand, “What do you want for our future, honey?” 

Your eyes widened at his question. “What do I want? Well, I… If we get married—”

“Uh, uh, not if. When.” Bradley corrected, clicking his tongue at you. 

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, honey, when we get married, I wanna have our ceremony at the beach. The one near the restaurant where we first met.. And, I want all of our friends to be there, like Jake or Tash. Oh! We can’t forget Mav, Maverick definitely needs to be at our wedding.” You exclaimed. 

Bradley couldn’t help but chuckle at your excited expression. “Darlin’, of course, they’re gonna be there. What about music? Your dress? Hey, I think I’ll wear one of my Hawaiian shirts. Which one did you like? The Navy blue one with the white flowers, right?” 

“That is my favorite… But, you’re not wearing your Hawaiian shirts to our wedding.” You giggled as he pulled a surprised face. “And as for music, hm… I always love when you sing that one song, the all I need one.” 

“Oh, you mean this one?” He smirked as suddenly, both his hands enclosed around your own. Bradley started in a low hum, his voice singing the tune. “You’re all I need to get by… You’re all I want, love, in my life…” 

You smiled as he sang ever so lovingly toward you, his eyes shining with joy with every word that melodically left his mouth. You always loved when Bradley sang, and you’d never miss a chance to sit on his lap at the Hard Deck and yell the lyrics to ‘Great Balls of Fire’ whenever he played. In moments like these, it was like all stress left the window. It didn’t matter what was happening or what emotion was running through the two of you. All it took was a little bit of Bradley’s ‘singing magic’ to uplift your spirits. 

As his humming became a little less coherent and dragged at the end of the phrases, Bradley looked into your eyes. 

“You’re gonna be beautiful walking down that aisle one day, future Mrs. Bradshaw,” he murmured, playing with your fingertips. “Then, we’ll get a nice big house together and have a couple of mini Bradshaws running around, what do you think?” 

“Oh, Bradley,” you giggled. But, just as the laugh left your mouth, you felt a question stirring around your mind. “Hey, honey… You think you’ll ever take me flying one day?” 

“Flying?”

“Yeah, you ever gonna take me up in one of those big planes you fly?” You whispered, a joking tone to your voice. 

Bradley only shook his head, taking his large hand and ruffling it against the top of your head. “You just focus on getting better, darlin’. Then, we can talk about flying you up in a plane.” 

A knock at the door interrupted the two of you as a doctor peaked their head through the door. The doctor quietly asked for Bradley to follow them outside the door while shooting a small smile your way. Bradley’s face was riddled with worry, but he gave you a gentle peck on the lips and followed suit after the doctor. 

As the door closed, the doctor looked at the clipboard in their hand with a frown. 

“Mr. Bradshaw, our tests came back for Ms. (l/n), and it looks like, unfortunately, Ms. (l/n) has developed advanced heart failure. We are currently unsure of the causes, but it looks like Ms. (l/n) has a history of high blood pressure and that could be a factor in her diagnosis.”

Bradley could feel the blood drain from his face at the doctor’s words. That couldn’t have been true. Not you, he couldn’t lose you. You were in perfect health. Why? Why now? Why after talking about everything that the two of you wanted to do together? Why was he receiving this news now? Why was it even happening? 

The doctor carefully, but cautiously, laid a soothing hand on Bradley’s shoulder as their frown deepened. “I understand that this is a very unfortunate and sudden situation. If we were able to get to the bottom of this issue sooner, she wouldn’t have been so far along. But, at the stage we are at now, it is best that we provide you with options that can make Ms. (l/n) comfortable.” 

Bradley knew exactly what the doctor meant by making you comfortable. He wasn’t even sure what to say. 

“How much time does she have?”

“It could be six months or less. We recommend that you spend as much time with her as possible.”

Rooster felt his eyes glaze over as he recounted the memories. How devastated you were to hear the news, and you couldn’t stop crying apologies into his chest. The plane continued to soar high over the town of Miramar and as Rooster looked down at the houses, he subconsciously began humming. 

The air was cold, the room was dim, and the only sound that could be heard was the machine that kept your body alive. You didn’t have six months, you didn’t even have one month. In two weeks, you had suffered a heart attack after you and Bradley went out to get groceries. Although you weren’t supposed to exert yourself because of your condition, and despite Bradley’s protests, you went to the store with him anyway. But, you underestimated just how much strain that would put on your body. 

Just like the first time, Bradley had walked into the kitchen and dropped everything that he was holding. Instead of finding you hunched over the counter, he found you flat on your back, your chest still with no movement. 

He rushed to your side, immediately dialed 911, and began to do compressions. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later did paramedics show up at the door. Your unconscious body was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance that Bradley had followed swiftly. When you had finally arrived, Bradley wasn’t allowed to follow you. Instead, he was placed in the hospital’s ‘quiet room’ where he contacted not only your shared friends but your parents as well. 

When Bradley had heard the severity of the situation, he felt as though his entire world came crashing down on him. You were too young, he still had so many things he wanted to do with you. 

After three days of being on life support, tonight would be your last. 

Everyone had gathered at your bedside, all there to say their goodbyes, but as well be there for their friend. Bradley hadn’t slept in days, and it was obvious in the dark circles that accumulated beneath his dull eyes. Not only had he not slept in days, but he refused to leave your bedside. Maverick was forced to bring food up from the hospital’s cafeteria to make sure that Bradley was eating enough. He would never sleep on the bench to the side. He was always right next to you, holding your hand, singing your favorite songs, talking to you as if you could respond. He was desperate for your voice, desperate for your touch, and desperate for that smile that he adored so much. 

He felt a hand lay against his shoulder as his eyes groggily looked up to see who it was. It was none other than Jake. But, instead of that charming—most times arrogant—smile, he held a sullen frown laced upon his lips. 

“It’s time.” 

Bradley wiped away his tears as he noticed the nurse standing to the side, ready to shut off the machines and take out the tubes. He couldn’t bear to watch the scene unravel, so he quietly excused himself and told the gang to alert him when it was all over. Bradley knew that after the tubes were taken out, it would be time to play the waiting game. 

When it was time for him to come back into the room, he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and played the song that he knew you loved. As the melody came in, everyone watched him curiously. 

“Hey, darlin’, you remember this song? This is our song… This was gonna be our song,” he choked out, tears already forming in his eyes as he grasped your face. “I.. I can’t sing as well as I usually do… Sorry, honey. But, I’m gonna… I’m gonna try.” 

Bradley caressed your face gently, imaging that you were still around, that you were still conscious. “You’re amazing.. M..My life’s never felt so right… I love you..” He sang through a croaky throat as tears streamed down his face. 

“Darlin’, I’m gonna love you forever,” Bradley cried, leaning his head into your chest. 

The group came around and rubbed Bradley’s back, letting him know that they were there. But, all he wanted was for you to wake up, to look at him once more with those beautiful eyes. 

Bradley never left your side, and he stayed until you took your last breath. 

Occasionally, Rooster would look down at his chest and smile. The thumbprint urn pendant hung proudly around his neck, along with your engagement ring that he bought just days before your accident. 

“You see that, darlin’? You see the view..? It’s not a jet, but…” Bradley’s voice trailed off as he frowned. “I… I really miss you, (y/n).” 

As he looked towards the sun, he was reminded of your shining smile and the twinkle of your eyes, just like that night he had met you. 

Rooster allowed one hand to stray away from the control handle and instead, caress the pendant with his thumb. A smile found its way to his lips as he looked at the clouds ahead. 

“Now, you’ll get to protect me on every flight I take, darlin’,” he chuckled, “Say hi to mom and dad for me.”

a/n: aaa i hope yall enjoyed that because it was a spontaneous idea i got in the middle of the night. if anyone's wondering the name of the song, it's 'all i need' by the green :)

#bradley bradshaw one shot #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun one shot #top gun x reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x you #top gun rooster #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine

[charmedreincarnation]

hii maya!!! i have a success story and im so excited bc this is my first manifestation success story.

for context for everyone else, i was getting bullied at my workplace. my boss hated me and would mock me in front of people and my coworkers disliked me and disincluded me from things and talked behind my back. It was so bad and i was searching for another job instead even though this was so close to my house, the pay was good, the actual work was easy. etc. I told maya abt this and she was such an angel and would let me vent to her and gave me a lot of advice about manifesting.

I wish I could say that I took her advice and changed my life but I honestly struggled a lot. I rmbr crying every single night before going to work and constantly just dreading being there or the thought of having to be there.

But everytime I vented, maya would always tell me to just affirm while listening to theta waves as I was going to sleep so I tried to atleast do that. In hindsight this was a really big thing. I was recently looking into SATS and reading posts about how important what you do before sleeping is because you are super suggestible. I think crying every night made me keep manifesting that my job sucked and stuff whereas affirming that it was great helped to start changing that.

I also tried to ignore the bullying and just act like I was being treated correctly. Like one time my boss said that she wished she had hired someone else and before I would have said nothing and just gone home and cried but instead I just laughed, taking it as a joke, and said that I'll make sure to work hard so that she can be proud of hiring me.

Slowly over the course of 2 weeks things started to change. We got 2 new people added into the team and one of them sits next to me and is my friend and I talk to him a lot. My boss and coworkers are okay with me now, like we have nice small talks and I haven't been undermined in a while. I made an error and before it would have become a big issue and while I did get scolded slightly, it was more of a "be more careful when doing this" versus what I usually got which was "you are so stupid, why are you like this." I also made a lot of other friends at work and work is pretty fun! I look forward to going to work sometimes (not all the time bc I'd rather just be at home in bed) but yeah it has changed so much and I'm much happier.

i just want to thank you so much maya. you are such an angel and i genuinely appreciate you so much. i can't wait to come back to you with a void success story!!

I am beyond proud of you! Your Success is proof that you overcame everything and persevered. But I actually want to point out your reaction to your boss, and encourage everyone to follow suit. You quite literally laughed at the 3D which is what I would do metaphorically but I mean physically probably works better lol.

Regardless I’m happy for everything you’ve accepted as yours. I’m also glad this is only encouraging you to want to go farther and achieve your entire dream life, not just a good one you can tolerate. When I reached this stage I remember I had a thought like “well maybe I should just accept this” “or it’s not that bad now I guess so do I really need to continue or can I chill” and if you have to ask yourself that the answer is no and you know you deserve it all at the highest degree.

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #my asks #sucess

[waitmyturtles]

Geeeeez -- whoa. Did that ever take some twists and turns. I Feel You Linger in the Air, episode 9: I don't think this can be meta, since I'm still sorting through my thoughts, but I'll try.

I mean, I'm shook by the end, and I don't want to jump here, but I think I have to: Jom realizes that his fate follows him. Is this a Buddhist reincarnation analogy? His lovers leave him to enter traditional/heteronormative relationships, both of them out of obligation and not out of want (or at least, that's how I'm reading Ohm's decision at the start of the series).

And so: Jom strolls onto the scene during the engagement celebration to fuck a lil' shit up? Damn. As @shortpplfedup said to me in post-ep discussion: in that moment, as Jom interrupts the dinner, are we seeing Jom realizing that he has "nothing to lose"?

Jom learns through Ming that Eaeung Phueng was caught having an affair with Maey. Fong Kaew then comes to ask for help in saving Maey. And then Jom learns that Yai will be engaged.

Jom is putting two and two together: this is a family in which the parents are starving their children of the real affection that their children desire. BOTH OF THEIR KIDS. Both of their kids are gay. BOTH OF THEIR KIDS are potential embarrassments. Their parents will NOT let their kids lead the lives they want. As much as Yai will talk to his father about the life that YAI wants to lead: his father's power will always win out, and his mother WILL go along with what his father says. This is not a family that will allow the heteronormative paradigm to change. And we are reminded, constantly, that Yai's father's career very much hinges on his children following a literally straight path.

(Let me just fucking say that rewatching Bad Buddy right now is NOT HELPING MY FEELINGS towards BAD ASIAN PARENTS at this moment, lol help me.)

Anyway, I thought an interesting parallel to all of this was Pat's shooter's James's encounter with Robert (uhhhh, wtf James, just strolling into the servants' holding area, huh? I was like, what are YOU doing here, lol.) James sits Robert down to tell him: homeboy, you gotta focus on work. And Robert's like, nah dude, too much shit's going down at home. And James is like, bruv, what do you care more about? You are going to let your work go, and let your reputation go, because you're not concentrating enough on your job? Don't mess this shit up because of the house stuff.

I am absolutely, 100% like this sideeye (-_-) re: James -- I question his motives, because we have no idea what his priorities are, and Robert says as much.

But it's interesting that we got this parallel -- one side from within Yai's family, and another side from two foreigners, both saying that family life can be enough of a distraction to take down careers. This threat transcends Thai culture, as James's and Robert's backgrounds indicate. And that the struggle that these entities have is in making REALLY SURE that the family lives are as calm and copacetic as possible so as to NOT risk the careers of anyone involved.

Saving face, anyone? The effort to save face in these instances could VERY well cost a life or lives, and I think we know that Jom knows that as he begins to embark on his risky show at the end of the episode.

He may be trying to leverage his modern perspective on LGBTQ+ equality, because -- he sees his own fate repeating itself from past to present, and vice versa. If we take the Buddhist analogy further: is this a change he needs to make in a past (or future?) life in order to stop the cycle of repeating fates in his lives?

It might be. I don't know. We could call it a clown theory, but director Tee Bundit has referred to "dimensions" in the IFYLITA behind-the-scenes videos, so I'm really not sure. But we can safely assume that Buddhist practices infuse this show (remember the encounter with the side-eye monk in the last episode), so... reincarnation is a directional possibility.

All of this to be said. As Jom's fate repeats itself, I'll also note that certain Asian cultural practices like saving face also repeat themselves (...... can't believe I'm infusing almost all of my writing with Bad Buddy these days, but alas -- Bad Buddy shows that saving face in Asian societies is well and thriving in our modern times).

And maybe this is a theme of IFYLITA -- repetition. Of Jom's fate, yes. Of saving face, yes. Of prioritizing work and reputation over a family's happiness, yes. Traditions and behaviors that get inherited and passed down through families and societies, generation after generation.

And Jom arrives on the scene to change the paradigm. We don't know what risks he and/or Yai (AND EP, AND Maey) will face, but he's about to change some shit, and we'll see what that fall-out will look like.

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #i feel you linger in the air meta #ifylita meta #tee bundit #nonkul chanon #bright rapheephong #jom x yai #yai x jom #yaijom