#because truthfully I have a strong dislike for them

[tothepointofinsanity]

[My mood has been straight up no good terrible as of late. Relationship issues stack up, and so do family problems. But I don’t really care that much about other people anyways. Really bothered by the fact that I’m lacking any incentive to draw. And the reason for this inaction is due to the observation that I may have lost the ability to colour my works. Looks like I’ll have to start from square one again. It’s frustrating to lose a part of myself than losing people. I wonder what more I could do to make myself feel happy again. That’s the problem with this lifestyle. Even if others say you must find happiness in small things, nothing really has much meaning for me. I also hate people who try to advise me on how I should feel about things. I’m bitter and angry at things changing…]

#I will revert to radio silence next year… #I want to spend more time polishing my blade in silence #but I must think #is the influence of others causing me to be unhappy #or myself #hard to tell #probably both #I’m too miserable these days to pick up a pencil and draw #people can say all they want to encourage me but it feels very insincere #I find a lot of people insincere in their words #like they’re speaking it for the sake of keeping their own face #I wish those people not interact with me at all #because truthfully I have a strong dislike for them #ttpoilog

[lovelettersfromluna]

Compass

Summary: I’ve got something to confess, I keep you in my pocket to use. You’re my only compass, I might get lost with you.

an: let’s ignore the fact that I’ve been gone for a long time, yeah? Hehe. this most definitely is not the fic that I’ve been working on literally the entire time I’ve been gone (that’s coming don’t worry), but I got this idea at 2 in the morning and I had to jump on it IMMEDIATELY. Hope you all like it mwah mwah love you.

Warnings: SMUT!! Minors please for the love of everything that is good, do not interact, modern day vampire!Ellie, semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, shy!reader, Ellie bites you a lot, Ellie feeds on you and honestly it’s borderline soft core porn, fingering Ellie!receiving, grinding, mentions of bruises, Ellie is extremely fucking strong, Ellie watches you in your sleep/can get into your apartment without a key, let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

You aren’t really sure how you and Ellie became friends.

Well, you are, maybe a better question would be why you two became friends. You were both so different, you were convinced the first time you met that she hated you. The night filled with quick glances as she damn near avoided speaking to you like you were the fucking plague. It took you a bit to not take it too personally, reminding yourself that you weren’t for everyone, and that was okay! So what if the mutual friend didn’t like you…it wasn’t the end of the world.

So, it came to a surprise to you when a few nights after meeting Ellie passed, you had not one, not two, but three of your friends texting you and asking you if it was okay if they gave her your number…

Because she’d asked for it.

And suddenly you’re texting each other every day, and well into the wee hours of the night. You know, like one of those friendships. The ones that makes you smile every time you see their name pop up on your phone, or the ones where you send each other stupid videos on TikTok all day just to talk about them on a different messaging platform, because of course you’re interacting with each other every where that you have a presence.

Ellie becomes your best friend before you even realize it, and it makes you realize that maybe she didn’t dislike you as much as you thought before.

It always did confuse you a bit in the beginning how you two got along so well. You were both so different from one another. Ellie was a party animal, you were a home body. Ellie was up late at night, you were up early in the morning. If Ellie was the moon, then you were the sun. Polar opposites coming together to find a home in one another, the most unusual pairing stuck by the hip from that point on.

You of course, kept all each other’s secrets. You’d learned very early on that no one really knew much about Ellie, which you simply chalked up to her being a private person. However, she seemed eager to tell you any and everything about her. Like her dad, she’d talk about him all the time, you figured on early on that she really loved him. Or whenever she had a a new fling going, you’d be the first to know of course. She’d even told you about the time she threw away her dad’s playboy magazine after stealing it from him, which she swore she’d never told a soul.

She wanted to know all about you too! Your favorite color, favorite animal, childhood crush, family relationships. Truthfully? If you weren’t so oblivious, you would’ve seen a long time ago that Ellie was the slightest bit obsessed with you.

But you loved her, and you trusted her with your life, so you told her everything! Because you didn’t keep things from each other.

So, on a night out with everyone else, Ellie disappears, and of course you try to look for her, asking around only to be told that everyone saw her leave. Going outside to make sure she’s okay is the only logical thing to do, right? You have to make sure she’s okay.

What you don’t expect though, is when you look down a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the club you’re at, and spot the tall figure of your friend tucked into the brick wall of the dark corner, shielding way whatever it is that’s behind her. You call out for her, and when she turns around you gasp.

Because her eyes were red, and not red like you haven’t gotten any sleep, or you’ve been crying, the green of her eyes are now red, bloodshot red, and she’s holding a lifeless body in her tattooed arms…and there’s blood covering her pink lips, dripping down her chin.

Yeah, Ellie was a vampire.

You let out a gentle yawn as your hand went down to grab the remote control to your tv, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes a bit, a sorry attempt at trying to wake yourself up enough to get from the couch to go to your bed.

You pouted softly, lazily bringing your phone up to check the time before you sighed, finally finding the strength in you to push yourself up off the couch to leave your living room.

Work had been absolutely plowing you into the ground, your publicist constantly hounding you to keep working on the most recent installment of your book series. It was just so fucking hard, everytime you sat down in front of your computer, it was like writing your own book was the last thing you wanted to do.

It was draining you, and it felt like every time you finished a set of chapters, your brain was complete mush.

The upside though, was that it tired you out enough to completely knock out once you were in bed.

A gentle sigh left your lips once your head hit your soft pillow, plush blankets wrapping around your body, sliding down your bare legs and making you feel absolutely blissful. You couldn’t even stop yourself from the soft smile on your lips as your eyes grey heavy, the low lighting in your room making you feel all the more cozy, all the more warm.

You were out in seconds, soft snores leaving your sleeping body as you entered a world of dreams, escaping reality for a few measly hours before you were bombarded with the real world around you in the morning.

Ellie was on the other side of town, or at least, leaving the other side of town. It was late, and while she did love to be a creature of the night, there was something that sounded much more inviting than a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.

You, of course.

You were Ellie’s kryptonite, the single thing in this entire fucked up world that convinced her there was something worth living for, in her case, existing for. You were so fucking good, so sweet, so forgiving of literally everything. There were too many times that Ellie recalled where she wasn’t even sure you were real, perhaps another mythical creature much like herself, sent to this world to lure others into a trap that was just as filthy and terrible as the rest of the world.

But you weren’t…there were never any cons or secrets that you held, and if you did hold any secrets, you were more than willing to let Ellie in on them. No…no you were different.

God were you different.

Ellie recalls the night she first laid eyes on you like it was yesterday, her cold, dead heart jolting back to life for only a second when she saw you, at least that’s what it felt like. Your smile radiant in the dim, multicolored lights of the club, cheeks shining, eyes twinkling, like an angel sent from above. Ellie almost felt like a being as evil, and sour as she wasn’t worthy of being in the same room as you.

And god…your fucking smell.

Ellie could go on about it for hours. Sure, you were remarkable without it, but it was just the icing on the cake, the twisting of the knife in her chest.

She has mastered the art of walking into a room filled with warm bodies pumped full of blood and while ago, her throat burning with the urge to sink her teeth into her next poor victim. It was easy, annoying, but easy, and she couldn’t really remember the last time she struggled being around anyone, especially friends, or even friends of a friend.

But the second she saw you, your sweet, dulcet smell wafting against her nose, she was transported back in time. Back to a time where she was but a young vampire, clueless of the world around her, of her new life, adapting to something she didn’t even know existed before all of this, without a single guide or a fucking pamphlet for gods sakes.

It made her eyes widen, and she stopped breathing instantly to try and dull the scent of you sneaking into her nostrils and down into her eager throat. She noticed the way you pouted and sighed whenever she’d ignore you, or give her nothing but a brief response whenever you tried to get to know her. She could tell this wasn’t your thing, the night life, partying, you were here because someone asked it of you, and you being the good friend you are would never let anyone you cared about down.

Despite Ellie being a total dick to you because she simply couldn’t control herself around you, you sucked it up, carried on and stayed until everyone else decided to leave.

Watching you leave that night, made Ellie realize you weren’t something she could pass up.

Asking for your number was probably the best thing Ellie had ever done in her immortal life. Speaking to you was far better than thinking about you constantly, and after she’d convinced herself she wouldn’t do anything stupid with you, she was finally ready to introduce herself to you, the right way.

It’s how she constantly found herself like this, searching for your warm embrace around her cold, dead body every time she found the opportunity. She’d come to you when she was done working, she’d come to you when the girls at the bar were boring her, she’d even come to you when she simply knew you were home and she had nothing to do.

Ellie hummed softly as she looked up at your apartment building, the warm summer breeze wafting against her skin as she stared up at your window, the white curtains blowing out with the wind. She sighs to herself.

“Told you to stop leaving your window open…” she mumbles softly to herself.

The human eye wouldn’t ever be able to catch the way Ellie climbs up the side of your building, her arms and legs scaling it like a pro, making it look as simple as walking, or even breathing. It’s too fast, and in the blink of an eye, she’s at your balcony, long fingers pulling back your curtains to get a look at your sleeping figure.

She watches as your chest rises and falls, your blanket covering your sleeping frame, bare legs kicked out from under them, shining under the moonlight. She isn’t sure how long she stays there at your window staring at you, watching in awe as you do something as simple as sleep.

It isn’t until you shift slightly in your sleep, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips, that Ellie finally pushes her long legs over your window to step into your room, sneaker clad feet pressing onto the wooden floor of your bedroom.

She looks around for a moment, taking a deep inhale as she lets your scent wash over her for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she simply lets you consume her, fill her up and make her feel whole again.

Make her feel alive again.

You never really understood it, why Ellie lingered when she hugged you, face pressed at the nape of your neck, swaying you slowly as she clung to you longer than normal. Well…you did know, at least you’d find out later on when Ellie finally explained everything to you…what she was, how it happened.

Although, it was only half what you thought. Sure, the smell of your blood made Ellie’s mouth water, her nostrils flare and her throat burn, but it was so much more than that. You made her feel whole, and even if it were a few seconds, she was going to make the most of it every time she got the chance.

And that’s what she felt when she was in your little room. The cool breeze filling up the space, the dim lights casting a warm glow over you because you couldn’t sleep in the dark. You used the excuse of creating an ambiance for yourself when you slept, but Ellie knew you far better than that. It was like you’d perfected the feeling of comfort, bottled it up and sprayed it around your room every other day.

The wind blowing your curtains a bit harder caught Ellie’s attention, and she sighed softly as she walked over to it and shut it. She had told you time and time again to quit it, warning you about the weirdos that would love to take advantage of a pretty girl with her window open while in the most vulnerable state.

Even though the only weirdo that ever snuck into your room through said window, was Ellie. If anything, your little habit only fueled Ellie’s addiction for you further.

The sound of your window closing makes you groan softly in your sleep, and at that sound, Ellie knows she’s done it.

While she wanted nothing more than for you to be awake when she came over, she hated waking you. You looked so fucking serene when you slept, and Ellie felt like the devil himself whenever she accidentally ripped you away from that, even if the only thing she wanted was for you to be awake and talking to her.

Your body twists and turns a bit, slowly finding its way out of the drowsy state of sleep you were in. You let out a gentle yawn before one of your hands come up to rub your eyes, moments before you turn to your side to face her, hand resting between your cheek and your pillow as your eyes open and focus on the tall frame standing in front of your bed.

Ellie is convinced nothing scares you, because for as long as she’d been doing this, sneaking into your bedroom and watching you sleep, on the rare occasion that you wake up and catch her, you never seem scared. You don’t gasp or scream, you don’t even flinch when you see the dark, looming presence stood there in front of you. Ellie was sure the first time you caught her there, that you’d scream in horror before calling the police on her.

But you never did. You always stared at her with a sleepy smile, eyes puffy with sleep, lips a bit swollen, looking at her as if she were your favorite person in the entire world.

And like all those nights before, you do the same. A gentle yawn falls from your lips as you rub your eyes once more before tugging your blanket further up your shoulder.

“Ellie…” you sigh out softly, and you sound so fucking dreamy, so beautiful does her name sound falling from her lips. It makes Ellie weak in the knees.

She walks over to you slowly, smiling softly down at you as she grows closer and closer to your bed until she’s standing over you, one of her hands coming down and running around your blanket clad shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Wanted to come visit…sorry I woke you” she hums soft, her hand traveling up until it reaches your face, one of her fingers caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Your eyes flutter shut at this, and she can see that the gesture alone is nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.

“S’okay…I wake up in the middle of the night all the time…you know that” you assure her, words falling with yet another yawn before you open your sleepy eyes up again to stare up at her.

Before she can even speak though, your content expression is replaced with one of worry as you finally get the chance to focus on her face, your eyebrows furrowing as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand reaching up to touch her cheek as you become more and more alert with each passing moment.

“Are you okay Ellie? You look…why are your eyes so…” you mumble, now on your knees to reach her better, your face in front of hers as your eyes search hers.

She looked pale, paler than usual. Her lips were chapped, eyes dull and sunken in, she looked like she hadn’t slept in centuries, like all the life had been sucked out of her. And while that technically was the case, Ellie often looked vibrant for her dead state, eyes sharp and alert, green eyes almost fluorescent with color when you looked into them.

Immediately, you know what was wrong.

“When’s the last time you…had something to eat?” You ask sternly, eyebrows furrowed and a firm frown on your pouty lips.

That was another thing…Ellie hadn’t properly fed in about two weeks, going on three now.

She let out a gentle sigh, her hands resting on your hips as your own rested on her cheeks, cupping her face and forcing her to look into your eyes even though she avoided eye contact.

She hated when you saw her this way, so weak, so small. She liked it when she was the best version of herself, the version that was well fed, agile and strong. Not like this, not like when she was turning into a shell of the woman she once was.

“I…it’s just been a few nights, angel…it’s no big deal” she tries, giving your hips a firm squeeze as she attempts to convince you that she was fine. However her appearance and her voice is a dead giveaway that she’s lying, the sound hoarse and scratchy, sounding as if she’d been clawing at her throat for days to ease the pain she felt.

“You can’t lie to me, Ellie. You look horrible” you scold the girl.

She lets out a sigh, and she almost feels ashamed of herself. Sure, there were times where a meal was a bit harder to come by, people becoming a bit more aware of the danger that lingered when she was near, but god, Ellie couldn’t remember a time where it was this bad. It was like every single time she got someone in her arms, trapped in her little scheme, something cock blocked her entirely from finishing the deed.

And the more times that happened, the weaker she got.

“I’ve just been really unlucky…okay? Most of us do this in packs or with a fucking partner at least…it gets tricky when you’re on your own” she finally admitted, a gentle sigh falling from her lips as she leaned down to rest her head against your shoulder, pressing her weight against you in the process, as it was slowly becoming unbearable to hold it up herself at this point.

“M’just going through a thing right now, baby…don’t worry about it” she mumbled against you, lips ghosting over your soft skin as she again tried to assure you she’d been fine.

Ellie had always made it a point to never get as low as this, and if she did, she made it a point to never let you see her. What would her sweet best friend think of her if the monster she truly was had the chance to shine through? How would you ever allow her in your presence again once you finally realized how disgusting she truly was?

What Ellie didn’t know, is that you didn’t think any of those things. You could never find her to be a monster or disgusting, you adored her far too much to ever see her that way. No, what you did think when you saw her that way, were any of the things you could do to help her. That was the only thing you wanted, to help her.

You don’t even think twice before you say it, giving yourself a moment to mull over the idea and weigh out the pros and cons before it’s escaping the confides of your mind and making its debut out into your bedroom.

“Feed on me” you blurt out, so quickly you aren’t even sure Ellie fully catches it properly.

But she does, Ellie hears every word, every syllable, she can even hear the way your heart beat quickens after you’ve said it.

She’s slowly lifting her head from your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as she stares down at you, your eyes wide and hopeful, hopeful that she’ll take the offer, that she’ll allow you to give yourself to her for the sake of her wellbeing.

“No.” She deadpans without a second thought. She doesn’t even give herself a second to indulge in the idea of it, knowing how badly it could end, how terrible it could be with one wrong move, or one gulp too much. Ellie knows that this is nothing to toy with, especially with you.

You’re quickly shaking your head once she rejects your offer, your hands falling from her face to rest down on her shoulders, leaning in a bit to press your body closer to hers.

“Ellie…look at yourself. How were you even able to climb up here?” You plead with the girl, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before you inhale deeply.

“I’m giving you permission…I want you to do this” your words almost come out like a beg, wanting nothing more than to simply help the girl, to help a friend in need that clearly needed it.

And you knew deep down, that no matter what, Ellie would never hurt you.

Ellie knew it too. She knew that she wouldn’t go too far to take your life away from you. She had been around long enough to have the self control to stop whenever she knew you’d had too much.

However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be hard.

She inhaled deeply, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before she finally brought her own eyes up to look into yours. Her pink tongue darted out to run along her lips, wetting the chapped skin before she let out a gentle sigh.

“You’ll tell me when it becomes too much…right?” She asks, desperate for confirmation from you that you won’t let her go too far, even if she wanted to.

You give her a bright smile, a gentle giggle leaving your lips as you nod. “I will…now go on…sooner you do this, the sooner I can sleep” you tease her playfully, which makes her groan softly with a pout.

She sighed softly, reaching forward and pushing your hair to the side to expose the soft, supple skin of your neck. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and she could practically see your pulse from beneath your skin, making her shudder at the thought of it. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your throat, which earns a gentle sigh from you.

“This’ll hurt…” she mumbles against you, peppering your skin with gentle kisses. You simply tilt your head further to the side, resting your temple against her shoulder as your arms hang loosely around her neck, your body pressed against hers.

“Mm…I’ll be okay” you mumble out sleepily, your fingers coming up to toy with the hair at the nape of her neck.

Ellie can feel the way your pulse slows under her lips, and she has to stop herself from groaning due to how fucking strong your smell was right now with your body pressed against hers. She knew that the longer the stood her, mouthing away at your neck instead of actually feeding, she’d just keep you from getting back to the rest that she had interrupted in the first place.

It was now or never.

She sighed softly, swallowing thickly before she opened her mouth a bit wider, fangs protruding out from her gums and taking their rightful place. She let them graze your skin, the sharp teeth sure to leave scratches from something as small as a graze, before she finally latched her lips to your throat, and sunk her teeth into your flesh.

Now…Ellie had her fair share of tasty meals within her immortal life time. There were maybe a handful of people that left a faint memory in her head, better than most of the others she’d fed on in her past, so she was no stranger to a warm body with a nice taste.

But you? God….there was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Ellie for how fucking…divine you taste. It was like liquid gold on her tongue, the smell that had plagued her mind from the moment she met you a mere tease to the real deal. It made Ellie moan against you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tattooed hands clawed at your waist, gripping the skin so tightly she was sure to leave bruises, pressing you flush against her body.

She could practically feel the essence of your life filling her up and bringing all of her strength back, replacing the once empty, dull feeling in her body with one that could only be described as rejuvenation. The taste you gave her flowing into her mouth and making her feel like she’d died and gone to heaven.

The noises you made only aided Ellie in her blissful state, tiny moans and huffs leaving your lips as you continued massaging her scalp with gentle fingers, allowing her to take whatever she needed from you.

Ellie knew she could’ve drained you, taken every last drop of your life and left you dry. She could do it ten times over if it were an option, however it wasn’t, and she knew at the back of her head she could only take what she needed, and nothing more. So she knew once your grip around her neck loosened a bit, that she needed to stop.

She unlatched from your neck breathlessly, your crimson blood painting her plush lips, red eyes blown out wide as she eyed the damage she’d done to your poor neck, the punctures filling Ellie’s chest with a sense of pride as some of your blood and her saliva dripped down the base of your throat. She leaned in, licking you clean before pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, groaning softly as when she heard you hum softly.

“All…finished?” You mumbled out with a dreamy smile on your lips, eyes half lidded as you stared up at the girl who had just nearly sucked you dry.

Ellie stared down at you with a look of disbelief, the back of her hand coming up and wiping her lips. “You said you’d tell me to stop…” she groaned softly as she gently set you down to lay back on your bed.

You let out a soft yawn, nodding as you tugged your blanket up with a weak hand to drape over your body. “I was…you stopped sooner than anticipated” you giggled out sleepily before you eyed the girl from your bed, already feeling the drowsy affects of sleep taking over.

“You look better already, El…” your compliment made her dead heart swell. She could feel it too, your life coursing through her veins and bringing back all of the good aspects of being immortal, the strength, the radiance, all of it brought back because of you.

She chuckled softly at your words, walking over to your closet and grabbing your first aid kit, fishing a little band aid out before walking back towards you. She sat at the edge of the bed, her pointer and middle finger pushing your jaw up slightly to get a look at the wound she’d given you.

“Here…so you don’t get blood on your pillow” she explains as she pressed the bandaid to your neck. You simply hum in response, and Ellie knows you’re probably already asleep. Between being tired before all of this, and losing blood, she expected for you to be out like a light long before she bid you a goodnight.

She stays a bit longer after you’ve fallen asleep, her long limbs crawling over your body to lay in bed with you, marveling at the way the color returned to your body, the way your chest rose and fell slowly, the way your lips would part with a gentle sigh ever so often. She’d let her hands caress your skin, watching as goosebumps appeared to trail after them. She simply appreciated how human you were, how warm and responsive you were even during sleep.

She leaves once the sun begins to peak above the horizon, knowing you’d want your privacy when you woke up in a few hours. She makes sure to close your window after she’s left too, scaling down the building much quicker than she did when she first arrived.

And while she walks home, the sun slowly casting a warm glow onto the city she lived in, she knew that she’d made a mistake by feeding on you.

Because now? She was completely and utterly ruined for anyone else that she’d feed on after you.

Bloodlust

The word had entirely different meaning for those like Ellie, creatures of the night that fed on the essence of life, the scarlet, metallic liquid that flowed and pumped throughout the bodies of the living.

She had heard of it happening to other vampires, in an instance of finding the human being that acted as a drug to them, making it hard to function without their taste on their tongues. It was an occasion that only ever happened when there was a mutual agreement between a vampire and a human, a hunter/prey proposition that acted in a more…ethical way.

It consumed the one feeding, making it hard to function without the person near, almost creating an inseparable bond between the two, paired with a constant line of food with it as well. It took over nearly everything, mind, body, soul, all of it belonging to the person they fed on, the human often times having more control over the vampire.

Ellie never really believed in it, instead viewing blood as something that was of and in itself, the same all the time. Sure, there were some people that tasted better than others, but blood was blood, no matter who the person was, they were more or less all the same at the end of the day. A meal was a meal, and that was that.

So if that was true, why were you the only thing on Ellie’s mind every waking second after the night she fed on you?

You were always on Ellie’s mind before it all, lingering at the back, making her smile when she thought of something silly you’d said to her earlier in the week, face beaming whenever you’d send a text her way, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you were on her mind.

She thought of it constantly, the way you were so…so fucking eager for her, a sense of intimacy lingering in the air of an act so selfless. Your pouty lips parted as you moaned and sighed her name, her lips attached to your neck as you gave her everything. Feeding was always something that felt the slightest bit romantic, the closeness of it all.

But you…doing it with you was different than anything she’d ever experienced.

She knew it meant nothing to you, she knew that it was simply you being a good friend, which meant it was borderline wrong for her to take it any way other than what it was, but she couldn’t help herself. She could still taste you on her tongue when she got home, plopping down into her bed and staring up at the ceiling in her dark room as she felt her core tighten and flutter as she referenced back to the memory.

Ellie couldn’t help herself when she unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her hands down to cup her pussy, and caught her aching clit against her calloused fingers to give it some much needed attention.

And she moaned your name as if it were the only word in her vocabulary, blubbering and crying out for you as she angrily fucked her aching pussy, eyebrows furrowed to the point where she almost looked upset.

“F-fuck….that’s my fucking girl…that’s it…gonna cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face” she groaned out, picturing you settled between her legs, eagerly lapping at her weeping core, grinding down onto your face and giving you everything she had, much like you did when you allowed her to feed on you.

She’d cum with your name falling from her lips, back arching as her hips rolled against her palm, sopping wet cunt painting her slick all over her hand, making it hard to even keep it where she needed it with how wet she was, how fucking riled up you had her.

And she’d do it again, lying in her bed and thinking of the memory over and over again, hanging on to the sound of your voice sighing out her name, moaning for her as she licked her lips, searching for the taste of your blood still soaked on them. All while you were sound asleep in your apartment where she left you.

If Ellie thought she was drawn to you before, she was sorely mistaken. Because now? All she could do was crave you. It interrupted her day to day, made her brain foggy when she wasn’t with you or talking to you.

And soon? It became a habit.

Ellie was at your door every other night, long fingers searching for your hips to pull you closer as she pressed her face into your neck, tongue slipping out of her mouth to run along the now permanent marks on your neck, whispering in your ear about how badly she needed you.

It had become a bit of a routine, Ellie would come over, you’d let her feed on you until she saw fit, she’d go home and fuck herself, and then she would live in her own personal hell for the next few days that she wasn’t able to see you.

It’s how she found herself dragging her body down the hallway to your apartment, a heavy hand coming up to the door and giving it a firm knock.

When you answer, Ellie thinks you look like a dream. Your body is leaned up against the door, head resting against it as you give her a dreamy smile, oversized t-shirt hanging off of one of your shoulders, sleep shorts barely visible beneath the end of the shirt, hugging your ass so perfectly, your white socks bunched up at your ankles.

She has to bite back the moan that threatens to escape when she lays eyes on you.

“Mm…hi Ellie” your voice sounds like the sweetest melody, and she’s smiling sheepishly as she walks towards you, bending her knees a bit as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her tall frame, nearly light you up off the ground completely.

“There she is…” she sighed against you, and it sounds like Ellie can finally breath, like the weight holding her back from breathing in the air she so desperately needed has finally been granted to her, it makes you giggle softly.

You wrap your arms around her neck, humming softly as your fingers come up to tangle in her hair, simultaneously pulling her into your apartment. She kicks the door closed behind her, arms still wrapping you up and keeping you close.

She keeps you close, her head coming up to take a look at the set up you have going in that she’s walked in to. She can tell you’ve been working on your book, your laptop set on your couch paired with your favorite blanket, and a mug set on your coffee table that was still steaming.

“Working on the book?” She asked softly, you nod as you turn around in your arms, and excited smile on your face as you walk over to your spot, clicking the keypad a few times before you shut it.

“Yup. I’m getting pretty far….was wrapping it up right before you came over” you practically beamed.

Ellie always found it so endearing how dedicated you were to your work, and rightfully so, Ellie reminded you time and time again that she’d lived through many eras of famous writers, but you always topped them ten times over and then some. She’d never let you forget the talent you had was rare.

You plopped down on your couch after sliding your laptop into its little compartment under your coffee table, your legs coming up to cross over each other as you pat the spot next to you eagerly, to which she easily obliged of course.

Her old denim jacket rustled a bit as she sat down, resting her back against your couch as she slouched down a bit, legs spread as she stares up at you through the dim, cozy lighting of your living room.

You giggle softly, resting your cheek against your palm as you look down at her. “What are you staring at? You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat…” your words trail off, eyes narrowing at the girl playfully before you sit up, crossing your arms.

“Did you come all the way here to get a free meal out of me, Williams?” Your tone is accusing, but playful, and it makes Ellie chuckle as she bring her tattooed hands up to rub up and down her face before she groans.

“When you say it like that it sounds bad….I see it as seeing my favorite person with something extra added into it…” she defends herself before chuckling, looking back at you as she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently on the plump skin, letting her mind linger to imagine it was your lips she was sucking on instead as her eyes slowly zeroed in on them, similar to if she were under a spell.

“You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to…” she mumbled out softly, voice gentle and truthful.

It was true, Ellie would cut all of this out the second you made even the slightest signal that you were tired of it, or if your body simply couldn’t handle it anymore. She knew that she’d never use you as her personal blood bag. The minute you wanted out, you got it, no questions asked.

You give her a gentle smile though, shaking your head as you shifted your body a bit so that it was now laying down on the end of the couch opposite of Ellie, your head resting against one of the plush pillows you had next to you while you were writing. You spread your legs a bit, making space for Ellie to crawl into before you stretched your arms out for her, a silent call for the girl to come closer.

“I’ll always give it to you, El…you know that. Come…” you call her again with a slight flick of your wrist.

Your words make Ellie’s head swirl, all of it sounding, and feeling, much too similar to something else, something more than just a friend helping another friend out. It sounds like you’re giving something else to her, something she’d dreamt of taking from you from the moment she laid eyes on you.

But she can’t indulge in that, not now, not when you’re being so kind.

She chokes back a groan, the girl slowly crawling over your body, similar to a predator creeping over its prey. Her body consuming yours as she pressed either one of her palms into the plush couch near your head, staring into your eyes as she settled between your warm thighs, the plush skin pressing against a sliver of her hips that was exposed at the top of her jeans. The feeling of her body pressed against your warm cunt, the only thing separating the two of you being the think material of your shorts, drove Ellie to the brink of insanity.

She hummed softly, her eyes trailing down your every feature, taking you in, eating you up for a moment before she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and away to give her better access to the little area of your throat that had now become hers and only hers.

Soon, she’s leaning down, her body pressed against yours as she peppers kisses along your jaw until she reaches your throat, licking at the two little wounds that were in the shape of her fangs before she sighed against your skin, finally giving in and letting her protruding fangs sink into your skin.

You’d always been comfortable around Ellie, never shying away from her touch whenever she’d grab you whenever you were out together, or letting her easily pull you into her lap whenever you watched movies or played video games together, intimate touches never being out of the ordinary in your relationship.

But now, ever since you and her had started…whatever it was that you’d been doing, you had seemed to cross a boundary that was once put up. What was once little sighs and huffs, turned into full on moans whenever Ellie would press her body against yours and take what she wanted. You’d grip her hair, keeping her close as you moaned and whined out her name, breathless begs for her to keep going.

“Fuck…Ellie…” you moaned out for her, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers laced into her brown hair, keeping her close as her hands moved from either sides of your head to instead grip your body. Your hips were her favorite, holding onto the plush skin and keeping you close, massaging and kneading you as she pleased, a small piece of her wanting to bruise you up, just so she knew she was able to leave marks on you other than your neck.

It egged her on further, your calls for her making her swipe her tongue over the wound before she continued sucking your sweet essence from your body. Ellie wasn’t sure if you were fond of it at first, but now? With how you reacted? She was sure you enjoyed it, if even a little bit.

She became so drunk off of you, her mind clouded with the intense flavor of your blood, nearly choking on it with how quickly she drank sometimes. One of her hands left your hips, sliding down until she gripped your thigh, pulling it up and closer to wrap around her body, massaging the soft skin as she let one of her legs slip over your other one, so that her thigh was slotted against your cunt, and yours against hers.

Ellie didn’t even realize it at first, but she slowly began to grind into you, letting her thigh rub against your barely clothed pussy as she drank from you, her senses completely overwhelmed with just how fucking good you tasted, how good you felt. She felt her mind and body buzz with electricity when she pressed her chest against yours, and she could feel your nipples hardening through the thin material of your shirt, pressing against her own chest.

“Mm…h-hah…Ellie..I….Ellie please…” you begged, and Ellie was able to hear the way your voice was slowly going, growing more and more hoarse with every moan, every pant.

She was taking too much, and she wasn’t sure if she was begging for you to stop, or to keep going.

Ellie groaned loudly against you, prying her lips away from your dulcet neck, panting loudly as she pulled away further to look down at you, letting herself get a good look at the mess she’d made of you.

Your lips were swollen, eyes growing heavy, skin getting dull. Your hair was messy, and your shirt was pulled down further, revealing more of your shoulder and collar bones, while the bottom was pushed up to show more of your stomach.

It was like a dream and a nightmare all at once.

You blinked a few times as you tried catching your breath, staring up at Ellie as one of your hands came up to cup her cheek gently.

“A-all better?” You stuttered out, giving her that notorious dreamy smile of yours, the one that made Ellie feel like she was the only person in the world that got to see it.

She’s drained you, and yet you were asking if she felt better.

Ellie held back a groan, her large hand wrapping around your wrist before she brought your hand down to press a kiss to your palm, giving you a gentle nod before she inhaled deeply to control the emotions that threatened to escape while she saw you this way.

“Always when I’m with you baby” she chuckled out sadly.

The smile you give Ellie nearly has her in tears, because you look so genuinely happy, so content with the fact that you’ve helped her, that you’ve made Ellie feel better, even if it’s at the expensive of your own comfort.

At the expensive of your own life.

“I’m glad…” you hummed out softly before you yawned, clearly tired out from what Ellie had done to you. It makes Ellie frown, and she’s quickly pushing herself off of you before she scoops you up into her arms to carry you off to your bedroom.

Soon, she has you tucked into bed, your eyes closing almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, and Ellie has your blankets pulled up over your arms. It’s almost mind blowing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes Ellie feel a bit jealous, because she can’t remember a time where she was that comfortable in a bed to fall asleep so fast.

She watches you, of course. Sticking around for a few hours after you’ve slept, keeping an eye on you to make sure your chest continues to rise and fall slowly. She knows it would never go that far, but she always gets nervous after feeding.

Tonight was also different, and it was eating away at her because she knew there wasn’t really a right or wrong way to go about cleaning about it, or comforting you about how wrong this was, and how much Ellie had been draining you. Even the fact that you expected it of her when she came over left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that replaced the sweet one that usually lingered on her tongue after she had a taste of you.

And as she watched you sleep, so peaceful and so serene, Ellie began to think of any way this would blossom into something more. How would this carry on? She would continue sucking from you until you died one day? She’d come to you like a thief in the knight well after you had a family? Children to look after? Your life moving on while she stayed in an immortal purgatory? One where she continued the cycle of coming to you for a quick bite to eat? Paired with a warm body to lay on top of for the time being?

There was no way it could surpass this. You being her friend, helping her in a way not many could. Ellie knew, that deep down, the life she wanted with you was not one that was easy to come by, something that she wouldn’t dare ask of you. From the moment she saw you, she wanted more. Because that’s what she did, she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left to take, and it was slowly happening with you.

But Ellie loved you too fucking much to take until you were nothing but a shriveled up peace of what you used to be.

So, she took one long last look at you and she left your window. Because that night, she promised herself that she was finished. The life she wanted with you unfortunately wasn’t written in the stars for her, and she knew that from the moment she saw you.

Ellie was letting you go, because she knew it she didn’t.

She’d just end up killing you.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

[shinidamachu]

Sid, why do you think people think Kagome is “so annoying” and “whiny?” How exactly did she earn this reputation among her (rather dumb) haters.

The world is not kind to 15 years old girls, and what is Kagome, if not the perfect representation of one?

People forgot they can dislike a character just because and then move on. They'd rather grasp at straws to try and justify themselves, that way they can pretend they're being rational about the constant hate they're spreading when, truthfully, they're just being miserable.

Kagome specifically is in even greater disadvantage because her critics are, mostly, people who haven't read the source material and are instead basing their takes on a biased adaptation – which they probably watched ages before developping any critical skills – or people who see her as a threat to their ship and therefore are already prone to hate her.

The first group won't ever bother going out of their way to try and get a better grasp of her character by reading a 558 chapters long manga and the second group won't change their minds either way.

That's why they call her out for using the beads of subjugation even if: it wasn't her idea in the first place, it served to balance her relationship with Inuyasha at the beginning – since he was powerful and violent while she wasn't –, the rosary became a symbol of their bond, it saved Inuyasha a couple of times and he was always more annoyed than hurt by it, not to mention Sunrise blowing it out of proportion compared to the manga.

You never see Inuyasha getting bashed for hitting Shippo every other episode or Sango getting any heat for constantly slapping Miroku, because funnily enough people seem to understand it was just dumb, outdated, slapstick comedy, a courtesy they refuse to extend to Kagome.

That's also the reason they call her “annoying” and “whiny”: Kagome’s most important lesson was that it's okay to have feelings, so naturally they twisted that into a bad thing in order to keep hating on her. It's not about how her character was written, it's about people using of bad faith and deliberately mischaracterizing Kagome to pass their internalized misogyny as valid criticism.

I know part of the issue is that audiences nowadays are under the impression that for a female character to be strong, she can't cry or be feminine, but you don't see anyone hating on Sango even though she does cry and she can be as feminine as Kagome depending on the circunstances and on her mood.

The truth is that Kagome is playing a game she can never win, because the refs have decided they want her to lose before the match even starts.

If she stands up and sets boundaries for herself, she's annoying. If she doesn't, she's a doormat. If she feels jealousy, she's a bitch. If she shows kindness, she's boring. If she fights, she's overpowered. If she doesn't, she's useless. If any other character cries, it's heartbreaking. If she cries, she's whiny.

If she goes back to her own world, she's selfish. If she leaves that world behind to live the life she wants for herself, she's a stupid girl who left her family for a boy. If she does something grand, that's only because she's someone else's reincarnation. If she messes something up, the fault is hers and hers alone. She is, somehow, simultaneously a Mary Sue and a toxic abuser.

I've personally seen people slut shaming her because she got hitted on by Koga. I've personally seen people call her a "pick me" girl. Kagome. A pick me girl. Kagome.

And none of this is fair, because she is the kind of character who does her best to see the good in others, to understand the reasons why they act the way they do and to offer them some grace, but she gets very little of that in return, be it in canon, be it in fandom.

They always hold her up to such an impossible standard, but they completely forget to ask themselves: would the characters I stan be able to match the expectations I set for Kagome? Scratch that: would the characters I stan even be able to deal with things the way Kagome managed to do? Would I? The answer is most likely no, so how about cutting her a slack?

You ask me how did she earn this reputation among her rather dumb haters, my answer is: she didn't. They're just incapable of understanding that if a particular nuanced, well written, female character is not their cup of tea, they can simply ignore her and focus their attention on the characters they do like instead of spreading their baseless, misogynistic takes on the internet.

#I also feel like there's this trend of disliking protagonists in general #But I won't elaborate because this is already longer than I wanted it to be #And it applies to most of protagonists so it isn't Kagome specific #It's a dicussion for another day #Inuyasha #Kagome #Kagome Higurashui #Thank you for the ask anon #Sidmailing

[corpsekiller]

Thanks for the reply🥰I was thinking of a first night with Luca as a newly married couple. The reader could be a Shelby sister who was forced to marry him to stop the vendetta, so there’s a bit of bad blood between them and she’s scared I would hurt her, but he proves to be a gentleman.💖

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 — 𝐥.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. luca changretta x fem!reader (shelby!sister)

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. arranged marriage, nsfw! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise, it's quite soft compared to my usual style

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i'm so sorry it took me this long to write yout request, my dear. i was quite busy with university and exams, but i hope you can enjoy this fic nonetheless. i tried to keep it soft, but still spicy and i had so much fun writing this despite the stress og my studies 🖤 (also bear with me, i don't speak italian and pulled the pet names from google)

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.840 words

MASTERLIST

“Don’t be scared.”

His hand ghosts over your spine and comes to rest on your shoulder blade, fingers carefully undoing the buttons of your wedding dress. The lace slips past your legs to the floor and the sight of the white silk pooling around your naked feet reminds you that now, you’re inevitably bound to none other than Luca Changretta, who has become your husband on this very day. Truthfully, you didn’t have a choice — you were meant to marry the leader of the Italian mob since the day your brother killed his father, shot him straight through the head without an ounce of hesitance and that bullet sealed your fate.

Tommy knew it would only be a matter of time until they’d return for the vengeful spill of Shelby blood. Still, it hurts how he barely considered your opinion when he arranged your marriage, a peace offering to prevent more unnecessary deaths in the streets of Birmingham, and sold you off to the Italians as if you were merely another figure on his chess board and not his sister.

That’s the curse of being a Shelby, isn’t it? The purpose of your existence is to sacrifice everything for your family without batting an eye and perhaps that’s why Tommy selected you as the bride - because you were tired of losing because you wanted to live your own life. Because you wanted more.

This is the price you pay.

“I know you’re afraid,” Luca murmurs as if he read your racing thoughts, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and gently grabbing your hands to help you step out of your gown. There’s a tenderness to his touch you didn’t expect to fund after all that has happened between your families, the hatred and the resentment that bonds the two of you, but even now, as he guides you to the bed and pushes you into the soft pillows, his grasp stays gentle. “I promise I’ll take good care of you, amore. Just because I have, well, a strong dislike for your brothers doesn’t mean I won’t treat you like a gentleman.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” you whisper, a blush on your cheeks. Your reply causes him to smile, a twitch of his lips that you would have surely missed if you didn’t watch him so closely. His movements resemble those of a predator lurking around his prey — slow, calculated, elegance in every step he takes as he approaches the bed and gently spreads your legs before settling between them.

Arching his eyebrow, he caresses the supple flesh of your thighs, unbothered by your undergarments still covering your most vulnerable parts. You’re grateful he’s taking it so slowly, easing you into this new relationship with much more delicacy than you had expected of the Italian mob.

“You worry too much, pretty girl,” he replies with a soft chuckle, an amused glint in his eyes as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your knickers, tugging on the flimsy fabric until it glides over the curve of your hips. Instinctively, you lift your legs to let him strip off the garment, though you can’t suppress a pleasant shudder when his gaze returns to your cunt, now exposed to his sight. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs, a mere brush against your folds that causes you to take a sharp inhale full of anticipation and much to your surprise, your body moves on its own to get closer to him.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” His question is followed by his hands grabbing your knees to throw your legs over his broad shoulders as he once again comes to rest on his stomach, pulling you closer until you feel his breath against your cunt. “It would be a shame to neglect you on our wedding day, wouldn’t it? Especially when you look so beautiful, all spread out for me.”

His lips nibble on your skin and you whine quietly at the sensation of his teeth sinking into your flesh, not enough to hurt you, certainly leaving marks you’ll see tomorrow, and strangely, the thought of him claiming you in such a carnal and yet passionate way flusters you.

Maybe... maybe there’s even a chance of love.

You would have liked to indulge in that thought for a moment longer, though Luca’s teasing makes it hard for you to concentrate on anything else but his skilled mouth slowly trailing over the curve of our thigh to where you need him the most. The lack of stimulation frustrates you to no end and forces you, despite your wariness towards your new husband, to buck your hips in search of some friction he might allow you out of pity.

“Don’t be impatient,” he admonishes, though there’s a hint of a smile in his voice. His poorly disguised amusement brings a timid grin to your face and your heart flutters in your chest, somehow completely at ease with the enemy of your family in your bed. This marriage might change your life for the better, although you were preparing yourself for the worst since the day your brother told you he promised your hand to Luca. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, mia cara, but you have to be a good girl for me.”

His tongue darts out to drag over your cunt. A gasp leaves your lips and your toes curl in pleasure, legs already beginning to tremble as your husband repeats the action and places his arm over your stomach to keep you still. His lips find your clit, teasingly sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves to coax more sounds out of your throat, clearly unbothered by your hand that has found its way into his hair to tug him closer to your aching cunt.

Every fiber of you seems to be set ablaze, eyes fluttering close and fingers clawing at the sheets for support while Luca relishes in your pulsing heat as if you’re his last meal on death row.

And fuck, the noises he makes are absolutely filthy — you can hear him groan against your slick folds, nose dragging against your puffy clit while his tongue dips into your entrance. Slowly, carefully and then all at once. The sensation is foreign to you, but the pleasure his mouth brings you is delightful and your hips move on their own for more friction.

Another hand comes up to rest on your waist, harsher and more demanding than the other to hold you in place before it disappears to between your thighs again. You cry out, partly surprised, when he starts to circle your sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb, writhing and squirming under the electric jolts he sends through your entire body.

“You taste delicious,” he moans between your thighs. The vibrations of his low voice draw another whine from your lips, his name falling from your tongue like it’s the only word you have ever known. “Come on, amore... I think you can moan a little louder than this. We should let your brothers know how good I’m treating you, don’t you think?”

He doesn’t expect an answer from you, already knows you’re too far gone to reply in a manner that would be appropriate for a lady like you, though he finds himself enjoying the way your voice stutters and breaks as you attempt to give him a response. To no avail. Instead, a cry fills the room when he pushes two fingers inside you, slowly stretching you out until your head turns blank and all you can do is paw at the sheets and pull at the dark strands of his hair.

“God, you look so beautiful... You like this, hm?” He murmurs and licks his lips glistening with your juices, a satisfied grin pulling on the corners of his mouth. Oh, he’s so mean about it, asking you this question even though he knows you can barely speak, so condescending and charming that you mindlessly nod your head along his words. Because he’s right, you like it. “I know you do, pretty girl. You’ll take everything I give you, huh?”

The broken sob you let out when he curls his fingers against your sweet spot makes him groan between your shaking thighs, cock throbbing against the seam of his pants, the only garment he hasn’t gotten rid of yet, too eager to please you to care because your pleasure is the only thing on his mind at this moment. His tongue continues to flick over your swollen clit and heat rises in your core, an unforgiving force that grows with each thrust of his fingers inside your sopping cunt.

“Fuck! S’good, so fuckin’ good, Luca,” you keen, legs threatening to close tightly around his head. Your husband chuckles, a deep laugh causing you to blush at the obscene moans tumbling from your parted lips, but you’re unable to hold yourself back, not to mention keep yourself quiet. “Shit, I think I’m going to... I’m close!"

A gentle kiss is pressed to your pussy, then he lifts his chin from your pulsing cunt, digits still so deep inside of you as he crawls up to drag you into a kiss that is surprisingly sweet compared to his fingers fucking faster with every passing second. The drag of his tongue into your mouth lets you taste your own arousal, gets you so lost in the sensation of his lips against yours and suddenly, he’s curling his fingers just right, hits a spot that shots white-hot lightning through your core, and coaxes a sob of pleasure out of you.

“Come on, mia cara," he murmurs, entranced by the movements of your hips grinding down on his hands slotted tightly between your thighs. His fingers move relentlessly, keep prodding at that sensitive spot until your eyes cross and your nails dig into the mattress in desperation. “Cum for me, pretty girl. I promise I’ll give you the world if you cum on my fingers now.”

That’s all you need to fall over the edge. The wave of your orgasm crashes over you in a mind-shattering sensation of pleasure and warmth you have never experienced before, so overwhelming that you’re clinging to Luca’s bare chest to keep yourself grounded as you quiver beneath his body. You notice him whispering something to you, tender words of affection and praise you could almost hear if it weren’t for the blood rushing loudly in your ears, but it’s enough to make you feel comfortable and safe in his arms.

“Are you feeling alright, amore?” Luca quips after your tremors have subsided, smirking at your blissful expression. His nose brushes over your cheeks as he leans down to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth, one hand cradling your face to take a better look at you. “I understand if you want to rest, though you should know that I’m not opposed to continuing this night just like this.”

#🔪— murderous desire #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #luca changretta x reader smut #luca changretta x you #luca changretta smut #luca changretta imagine #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta x shelby!sister #tommy shelby x sister reader

[ladylovesloki]

Hi i wanna request a loki x plus!size reader i was thinking if like the avenger's are celebrating for another successful mission and welcoming a new girl avenger and when the party is over they play truth or dare and they ask loki to kiss the new avenger he dose because the reader left to get her phone and came back and saw them kiss it pissed her off because she likes loki. So on a mission the reader saves the new avenger and gets hurt loki is worried because he is in love with her when the reader sees loki she says should you be making sure your girlfriend is ok she is talking about the new avenger he tell's her he loves the reader " sorry if its long i just wanted to request something"

Thank you so much for the request @salenorona23! Sorry it took me a lifetime, I hope you enjoy it 💚

Title: Truth

Pairings: Loki X Plus!Size Reader

Warnings: Language?, Fluff

Summary: A game of truth or dare at a Tony Stark party makes feelings rise to the surface.

“Alright! Drinks up!” Tony shouts, raising his glass.

“To our newest Avenger, who completed her first successful mission today…Reyna!”, he continues.

“Reyna!” Everyone shouts together.

You all take sips of your drinks and continue to mingle and tell stories about past missions. This was usual after a successful mission, hell it was normal to sit around and drink after an unsuccessful one too. Today was a little different because like Tony said we have a new Avenger. Reyna was one of the newer recruits who outshined most of her class. She had a very strong telekinetic power, it rivaled most mutants you had ever come into contact with. She was nice and pretty…and thin.. and basically everything you wanted to be. 

You were a mutant as well except you were basically a thicker, slower version of Natasha with healing abilities. You came in handy out in the field if one of the big players got hurt and needed a quick boost, but you can fight too so you never had to worry about being a damsel in distress.

Reyna is a sweet girl though, you actually had a lot in common which made you hate yourself for feeling so envious of her. You were always the biggest one in the room when you were in the presence of the female Avengers. Their fit bodies always making you feel self conscious about yours. Reyna was just another reminder of what you would never be..

The party continued and you joined some of the Avengers sitting on the sofa.

Tony, Pepper, Reyna, Natasha, Sam, Thor and Loki were all sitting around drinking and enjoying the light atmosphere. You don’t really care about spending extra time with anyone but Loki, he’s your best friend in the tower. You were 99% sure you were in love with him as well but after a year of seeing the type of women that catch his eye you gave up on that fantasy. So you went out of your way to be friends with him because you saw how much he was disliked when he got here. He was slowly earning peoples trust and was becoming a valued member of the Avengers. He likes to say you were a huge part of that but you like to remind him of all the good he has done.

“I’m bored. I want to play a game.” Tony declares.

Pepper rolls her eyes at him, “not strip poker again Tony, please..”

“Party pooper…how about ummm….truth or dare?!”

“What is this truth or dare?” Thor asks.

“Players are given the choice between answering a question truthfully, or performing a dare”

“Thanks Friday!” Tony yells toward the ceiling. “Ok who wants to go first?”

“How about you Tony since this game was your brilliant idea..” Pepper suggests.

Tony squints his eyes at Pepper, “alright..dare!” 

“I dare you to….eat a whole raw clove of garlic!” 

“Oof livin’ on the edge there Pep.” Tony runs over to the refrigerator and grabs out some garlic and pops a clove into his mouth. He chews on it a little and then immediately downs whatever drink he had in his hand. “Alright who’s next?”

“Hold on let me get my phone, if we’re doing this I’m capturing every moment”, you stand and run out of the room before anyone can respond to you. You grab your phone off the charger on your nightstand and run back to the party. When you get back your stomach drops to the floor, you see Loki kissing Reyna.

You try and hold your emotions together but you can already feel the tears start to form in your eyes and a ball in your throat that is threatening to choke you.

You very quickly avert your gaze and head over to the bar area to get another drink.

“Breathe y/n..breathe..” you say to yourself, your eyes are shut so tight. Your desperate attempt to keep your tears at bay.

“Can I get you anything?”

The bartender asks you and you snap your eyes open, “uh yea can I get that bottle of Blue Label right there?”

“I’m sorry, did you say bottle?”

“Sure did.”

You don’t break eye contact with the bartender, you weren’t leaving without that bottle.

He shrugs, “ok.” He turns around and grabs the bottle, you go into your back pocket and take out the money you brought with you to tip the bartenders and waitresses. It looks like this is going to be your only stop at the bar for the night so you just gave him all of it.

You grab the bottle off of the bar and walk to one of the floor to ceiling windows and take a swig.

“You ok kid?”

You look up and see Bruce.

“Hey..yea..peachy..”

“Uh oh..what happened?”

“Nothing..I’m just..nothing..I’m going to bed..night Bruce.”

“Don’t overdue it y/n. We have briefing for a new mission tomorrow morning.”

You don’t say anything back to him you just give him a thumbs up as you’re walking away.

You hear laughter coming from the sofa that you abandoned, you look over and you see Loki and Reyna leaning in and talking to each other and laughing. The rest of the Avengers sitting around enjoying themselves, not noticing your departure from the party.

Not that you’re surprised, you knew that Loki would get bored of you eventually. Everyone usually does.

You make your way to your room and once you’re safely behind your door you walk over to your bed, sit down, take another swig from your bottle and cry. 

You knew you would never be enough for Loki, that he would never see you as more than a friend but seeing him with another person was never easy. At least it was always just random people he would bring back to the Tower but never a fellow Avenger. That hit a little too close to home.

So you drink and cry. Drink and cry until you pass out asleep.

The next morning your alarm goes off and you feel like you were hit by a truck. The hangover you feel right now makes you want to crawl into a hole and just die. But no, you had a briefing to get ready for in….you check your phone… 20 minutes… 

Wonderful.

You shower, get dressed, manage to get a piece of toast and some coffee and run out the door.

You’re the last to arrive and Fury looks annoyed already.

“Good of you to join us Agent y/l/n.”

“Sorry..rough morning..”

Bruce looks over at you with a smirk that says I told you so all over it.

You squint your eyes at him, wordlessly telling him to shut up and focus your attention back to Fury.

You can feel Loki staring at you but you refuse to look at him.

“Alright so our next target is….you guessed it…a Hydra nest..”

A collective groan comes from the group.

“How do they even still have members?” Sam asked annoyed.

“I don’t know Sam, maybe they recruit at the local college…” Fury responds sarcastically.

“Here are your coordinates and what the ground team there has already reported. You all leave tomorrow.”

He walks out of the room and leaves you all to review the reports for the upcoming mission. You were focusing on the report in front of you when you feel someone sit close to you.

“Where did you run off to last night?” Loki asks you.

You look over at him, “I wasn’t feeling great so I just went to my room.”

“You should’ve said something..”

“Why?”

“..because…we tell each other everything…do we not?”

“No Loki we don’t.”

You get up abruptly and walk out of the briefing room, you have your coffee and your reports in your hands and when you went to press the button for the elevator door someone already beat you to it.

You look up and see an annoyed looking Loki.

“What is it? What did I do?”

“Nothing Loki, I told you I don’t feel well.”

“You said you didn’t feel well last night, if you are still feeling so you should go and see Banner.”

“No Loki..just I’m fine…I just want to be alone right now.”

He looks at you for a moment a look of hurt flashing in his eyes, “very well.”

He doesn’t say anything else, he just walks away from you. The elevator doors open as you watch him walk away so you turn around and get in. Once the doors close in front of you you start to break down in tears.

The one person you want to run to is the person whose presence hurts you the most.

You lock yourself in your room for the rest of the day and focus on preparing yourself for the mission. The more you knew about what the tactics were going to be the better awareness you had of everyone’s positions. If you hear someone on comms get hurt you can hopefully get to them quicker by knowing what their positions are supposed to be.

You don’t come out for dinner either. You stay in your room, sitting on your bed. You spend most of the day reading, crying and sleeping. 

There was a knock on the door but you didn’t want to answer it, you knew your face looked like a swollen mess because of all of the crying you’d done. 

“Agent y/l/n. Prince Loki is at the door, he is requesting entry.”

“No Friday. I don’t want any visitors please.”

A beat of silence.

“Agent y/l/n. Prince Loki has left your dinner for you. He says to please eat as you have a long mission tomorrow.”

He knew that healing took a lot of energy from you, you usually slept the entire next day after a mission depending on how much healing you had to do. 

You move off the bed and walk over to the table, you knew Loki would’ve sent your food directly there instead of leaving it outside the door.

You see your favorite, some fried dumplings, white rice and orange chicken.

You start to cry again. 

You missed your friend. You hated shutting him out. You promised yourself that you would talk to Loki after the mission. Maybe not tell him you’re in love with him but apologize for being so distant. You had to learn to be ok with just being his friend.

You eat your food and then prepare for bed, 

You get under the covers, your last thoughts before falling into a deep sleep were of Loki.

Your alarm goes off. You get into your suit for the mission, equip all of your favorite weapons and make your way to the quinjet.

You see Natasha and Clint in the cockpit getting the quinjet fired up, Cap standing behind their seats. Tony and Bruce are tinkering with some equipment and then you see Loki and Reyna sitting next to each other. 

Reyna is in a similar suit as you, an all black cat suit only hers has stripes of deep purple.

It clung to her figure and gave her that hourglass figure that you would pay all the money in your bank account to have. You look down at yourself and cross your arms in front of your chest, now very uncomfortable in your suit.

Loki looks over at you and you quickly avert your eyes and sit on the opposite side of the jet.

He continues looking at you but you try and keep your focus on other things. You clean one of your daggers, make sure your gun is loaded, make sure your earpiece is secure. Anything to make yourself look busy.

You have been on the quinjet for about an hour now and you’re currently cleaning underneath your nail when you feel a presence next to you.

“Why won’t you look at me.”

You keep your focus on your nails, “what are you talking about?”

He puts his hand over yours to still it, “look at me woman.”

You finally look up at him, you notice the whites of his eyes have a slight redness to them like he hasn’t been sleeping well.

“What has happened between us? I beg of you..”

“Alright guys two minutes out, we’re gonna land the quinjet far enough away from the Hydra nest so we won’t alert anyone we’re here.” Tony announces.

Loki doesn’t break eye contact with you, a desperation in his eyes you have not seen before.

“I’m fine..we’re fine..we’ll talk when we finish this..”

He looks at you for a long moment, “swear it y/n. Swear we will speak when this mission concludes.”

You look at him dead in the eye, “I swear it.”

He nods at you and you feel the quinjet land, you both rise from your seats and Loki joins the team heading inside the compound. You will stay with Bruce in the quinjet until they call you in for emergency healing, he will wait there until there is a code green. Loki looks at you one last time before he walks out of the jet and disappears. 

About 30 minutes go by and the comms are silent, the team staying on radio silence.

“There’s something approaching.” Bruce says from the cockpit. “Code green?”

“No hold for now Bruce..let’s see who it is first.”

You get your gun ready and out of the trees you see a limping Reyna.

“Oh shit. Bruce, it’s Reyna!”

You put your gun away and run to her, she falls into you as soon as you reach her. Her strength finally giving out.

“What happened?!”

“Hydra..Agent…got the…jump..on….me..” Reyna says through gritted teeth.

Her hands are covering her side where you can now see the blood staining her suit.

“Move your hand Reyna.” You put your hand over the wound and activate your power, you can feel the energy leave your body through your hand. Reyna’s wound slowly closing and her energy returning to her.

You stop when you feel yourself start getting dizzy, you sit down on your ass hard on the grass and next thing you know Bruce is behind you.

“Hey kid..good job.”

Reyna is sitting up, her hand touching where her wound used to be.

She looks over at you, “thank you y/n.”

“No problem you say out of breath.” You look over at Bruce, “help me up please.”

Bruce helps you and helps you walk back to the quinjet. 

None of you notice the Hydra Agent watching you from the trees.

A shot goes off and next thing you know your body jerks forward and you feel a horrible pain in your shoulder. You fall to the ground, Reyna turns and returns fire while Bruce goes full Hulk.

“Anyone copy? Y/n is down. Anyone copy!?” Reyna calls out to any of the Avengers who might hear her through their earpieces.

You try and push yourself off the ground, Reyna immediately gets her arms underneath you and starts to help you get to the quinjet. You didn’t have the ability to heal yourself, you were only able to give energy to heal, not take it for yourself.

You both get to the quinjet, assuming that the Hulk would take care of whoever took the shot at you.

Reyna gets you on the medical bed and starts getting you hooked up to the various machines to check your vitals.

“It looks like a through and through, you should be fine we just need to get you back to the Tower.”

Just then you hear Steve’s voice in your earpiece, “everyone, status report.”

“Not great Cap, y/n was hit. I got her in the quinjet now but she needs medical.”

As soon as she finishes her sentence Loki teleports into the quinjet.

“Y/n?!”

“I’m fine, just a shot to the shoulder.”

“Just a shot to the….lay down!”

“I’m fine Loki! Reyna already got some pain meds pushed in me, in a few minutes I’m gonna be on cloud 9.”

He ignores you and looks to Reyna, “where is Banner?!” 

“Here..” Bruce walks into the quinjet, shirtless and looking a little disheveled. He sees you and walks to the bed and reviews the monitors displaying your vitals.

“Alright, it looks like Reyna got you started on some meds. Once we get back to the Tower we’ll get you in the Cradle and get you patched up.”

You nod but Loki apparently was not satisfied with Bruce’s assessment.

“That’s all?! She has a serious injury! She could be bleeding internally!”

“Loki, I’m fine. I would feel a lot worse if I had internal bleeding, I’m ok.”

The rest of the team arrives and the quinjet takes off in the direction of the Tower. Once you arrive you’re immediately rolled into the medical wing and placed inside Dr. Cho’s cradle. They heal your wound and in less than an hour you were already on your way back to your room to rest. You were still feeling the effects of healing Reyna on top of your own injury.

You shower and get comfortable with your favorite book and a glass of wine on your couch but then there is a knock on the door disrupting your peace.

You roll your eyes and let out an exhale, “come in!”

Loki walks in, “hey..how are you?”

“I’m fine Loki.”

He walks in and takes a seat next to you. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits there with you.

You can’t take it anymore and break the silence.

“How’s Reyna?”

“Reyna?…” he looks at you confused. “I’m sure she’s fine, she wasn’t the one seriously wounded.”

“Well technically she was..you should check on her not me.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Come on Loki, I’m not stupid. I saw you and Reyna kiss the other night and you two have been awfully close since…”

“Y/n…the kiss was because of that infernal game that Stark forced us to play and as far as Reyna and I being close since then…she has been very helpful with a matter I’m dealing with.”

“Oh..so you go to her for your problems now?”

“When my problem is you yes!..”

“Oh wow.” You get up from the couch and move into your kitchen to place your now empty wine glass in the sink.

He gets up as well and follows you into the kitchen, “that came out wrong..you are not the problem..I am..”

“What are you talking about?”

“I have been talking to Reyna about my…feelings..”

“Feelings?”

“Norns…yes woman my feelings..”

“About what?”

“About you! I can’t stop thinking about you! I wish our relationship to be more than just companionship but I did not know how to bring it up so Reyna was assisting me..but ever since Starks stupid party you have been acting distant towards me.”

“You like me?”

“You foolish girl. If I just liked you we would remain as we are..I love you. I’ve loved you for quite some time.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Honestly? I was content with being your friend, having you in my life has been a blessing..I do not wish to lose you.”

“I don’t know what to say..”

He looks down towards the ground, “you don’t have to say anything, get some rest.”

He goes to walk out of your room but you grab his hand stopping him, “I said that I don’t know what to say not that I wanted you to leave. Sit down with me…please?”

He nods and you both walk over to the couch again and sit, you’re still holding his hand.

“Truth or dare?”

Loki’s head snaps up, “you jest.”

You shake your head back and forth, “…truth or dare?…”

He squints his eyes at you… “truth…”.

“Do you really love me?”

“More than anything in this entire universe…truth or dare?”

“..truth.”

“..What are your feelings towards…me?” He asks nervously, looking down at his hand in yours. He seemed almost scared to hear the answer.

“..I…love you too..”

He looks up to your face in shock.

You continue before he can speak, “I didn’t say anything either because I honestly thought you wouldn’t be attracted to me..all of the people I have seen you with have been basically model material..I’m short and clearly not a size 2.”

He squeezes your hand a little, “y/n”, he shakes his head slightly and then looks you in the eye. “…Yes, it’s true I have..dabbled in what this planet has to offer but just know that I was just filling a void of loneliness I thought I was never going to be able to fill..you are so beautiful my darling..I’m not ashamed to say that I have envisioned your body underneath mine many times” he smiles sinfully at you.

You feel your face warm up from blushing and you look way from his intense stare. He moves your face back towards him and he kisses you lightly on the lips.

“Can we please move passed our little misunderstanding and just agree that the next time we are feeling certain things we should discuss them with each other like we do with everything else?” He asks.

You smile and nod, lean forward and kiss him again. 

You don’t talk much after that, you continue kissing and enjoying the closeness of each other after being so distant for the last two days.  

You were happy to have your friend back and excited about your future with the man you love.

The end…

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[yuikomorii]

I wish for all non-Japanese people to stop acting like otome game experts when they know nothing about them to begin with. Main hero has always been an official term in Japan, that’s an official role for a character and it’s always the English or Spanish fandoms that keep denying it not only in Ayato’s case. That’s like saying that all heroines are self-inserts. As you said you can use them as self-insert but that doesn’t erase the fact they’re still their own character with their own confirmed role in the story. The other guys are still important but they’re just not connected to the story or heroine as the main hero is. The creator just has a preference regarding that character and couple, why would this affect the player in any way? And we still wonder why we don’t get a localisation hah.

// FACTS! Japanese fans will always know better than Western ones, because otome games are made for them. The West and Japan have very different mindsets when it comes to certain things, therefore what Japan finds good, can be seen as bad in the West and vice versa. However, I'd rather trust the word of Japanese fans because, after all, otome games are aimed at them, and if they truly dislike something, it means that thing failed; it couldn't meet their expectations or be to their liking, and their liking is considered the most important because they're the ✨target audience✨

Unfortunately, teaching an entire fandom about otoge pop-culture is impossible; nobody is popular or convincing enough to truly open everyone's eyes, but whatever.

Main hero is and will always be an official term. Those are facts, lol.

As for Ayato, he is seen as the main hero by Rejet and Japanese audience, that’s what matters the most. When he was asked if his opinion about Ayato changed before and after the anime, even his VA said “no”, because, according to him, Ayato is a character that can easily be the core of the story (主軸). In the least biased way, that's a true statement, given that he got that main character charisma and energy, plus background.

From my perspective, he got an amazing world building, and whoever thought of that is a very clever person (or people, if there were more)! I like how everything makes sense, it's a bit weird how they only released YB manga recently but at least it solved a "mystery".

We can see in the last YB chapter how he became addicted after eating that fig. "Addicted" is literally the name of his character song, and its lyrics perfectly describe the entire fig situation (translation by silvermoon249).

Last but not least, I have such a love-hate relationship with this official short story (translation by Koiiro) because 1. that’s the best confession Yui has ever made and 2. it sounds kinda creepy?? The atmosphere was quite disturbing; Yui didn't even seem embarrassed, which is unusual for her, and even Ayato found the situation strange. It has a strong "everything is always connected" vibe to it…?

Welp guys, don't be sad if you haven't found your soulmate yet. Ayato had to wait hundreds of years for it. xD

I truthfully agree with the part about localization. It's not like DL doesn't get one due to the themes presented there, because there are localized otome games with far darker themes, but I feel like the English fandom really doesn't deserve one (I'm not referring to everyone, there are some genuinely kind and calm people). They complain about everything Rejet releases, they are petty and too salty, they abet, and they have no idea how the otome game world works... To summarize, they aren’t able to appreciate anything. As a result, DL should be limited to the Japanese audience, who are far more understanding and supportive.

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[selfproclaimedunicorn]

5. Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth? for Aemon

You know what, this is sort of perfect for him, because a lot of his character arc is about this & this ask gives me a chance to really think about it.

Minor spoilers for Chapter 13 (I've already alluded to them, but I'm noting it anyway) & beyond are below the cut.

When we first meet Aemon as a sentient character in Chapter 11/"Be Not A Bed Of Roses," he doesn't have the most developed sense of who he is, because he's 5, but he trusts the world & the people in it & thinks well about himself because he's never been given a reason not to. He "knows" how his life is going to go with all the confidence of a child who has been loved & nurtured, & who has an older sister he looks up to that has given him a tangible goal that she herself accomplished. He's not always sure of himself, because again, five-years-old, but those fears are, generally, other people's problems & have nothing to do with how he sees himself. He maintains this throughout Chapter 12/"In The Name Of The Mother, In The Name Of The Father," as well because not a lot different happens to him.

In Chapter 13 (tentatively 2 halves, we'll see what it starts looking like when I get to writing) things get to be a different story. He was the only one there when his mom died, he saw what happened & he was powerless to stop what was going on because he was 6 & was too physically weak to do anything, & because he hadn't claimed Silverwing at that point. There was, quite literally, nothing he could have done to stop what was going on, & he blacks out before going largely non-verbal for a good month-and-a-half. He doesn't necessarily blame himself for what happened, not fully anyway. He definitely lays blame at Daemon's feet because, well, he's who did it. But Aemon does think he should have been able to do something: if he was big & strong like Ser Gerold & Ser Gunthor he could have stopped his dad, if he had claimed Silverwing earlier he could have stopped his dad. Just a lot of really heavy stuff that he lays on himself even though he's really young, that he sort of buckles under the weight of for a while & lets control a lot of things that happen once he's sent to be fostered in The North.

It takes a really long time for him to recover from actively thinking about how he could have/should have done something, & from how badly he views his response to the direct & quite frankly dark trauma of witnessing his mom's murder. Truthfully, a lot of it doesn't every really leave him: he trains ridiculously hard to get Big And Strong because he doesn't want to ever be in a situation where he can't protect someone ever again, he hates how he clams up and reverts to how he was when the trauma was fresh if he's put in a situation that makes him confront Daemon is a real person who exists, he dislikes how his reaction made him isolated from other people because it made him weird (& that fuels a lot of his closeness with Helaena later on once they meet).

His siblings & their spouses all help on some level, by going to visit him while he's fostering most times he asks & constantly writing him & showing him lots of attentive care that reinforces that they still love him & don't blame him for anything because he was a literal child & that he was sent away to help everyone/not just to get him out of the way. A lot of the work gets done by the House fostering him (don't want to necessarily spoil where he goes since I'm already spilling some of his emotional arc, lol), because they're who he's around all the time & reassure him & put in a lot of the Ye Olde Therapy work. Also, ngl, his boyfriend does a lot of the helping. His Non-Relative-Bestie/Foster Brother/Lover (Aemon is going full Fucky Targ Relationship Dynamics lmao) is his manic pixie dream boy toy who helps Aemon do a lot of inner work to get okay with things by being a stable, supportive presence in his life who sees all of/the worst of him & never gets scared away.

So by the time Aemon gets back to Runestone once he's 16, I'm not gonna say he's back to where he was, because Kill The Boy And Let The Goth Be Born, but he's doing about as well as one can when you live in a setting/time period where therapy doesn't exist. He sees himself in a way better & healthier way. None of the negativity ever leaves him, because what he saw just irrevocably altered him, how could it not? He gets to thinking about himself positively though, & once he's back home & starts growing up he keeps making little bits of progress until he's got a good view of himself a good 85-90% of the time/really needs a dark moment to get in a bad Self Image place again.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

mmm do you think that people who rank themselves as 10 is a narcissist? ive watched those vid of strangers rating themselve and the comments always equate those who say theyre 10 as shallow, like, immediately.

I think it all depends on the attitude and how you carry/express yourself. Truthfully I don't think anyone is an absolute 10 but you are a 10 to specific people, such as your friends or significant other. Think of it as fitting into a puzzle, no matter how much you mess up your friends will always love you and you'll be a 10 to them even if you on some "objective" scale you are not a 10. The reason I gave myself a 6/7 is because I think I have a good personality and I get along with all sorts of people but I think I mostly lack in the looks department which is primarily because I'm a little overweight, which is a turn off to a good chunk of people.

I think it's perfectly okay to see yourself as a 10! Buuuuut the main reason why I think those people who so openly call themselves as 10 are so disliked is because they are arrogant as fuck!! They come off as too strong, too snobby and annoying and in those interviews they often have no reason to give themselves a 10. A true 10 in my opinion does not need to shout from the rooftops that they're incredible and amazing! Their words and actions will reflect that! In their heart of hearts they know their value and they know that the right people will recognize them for their qualities.

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[characternerdocs]

Heath reuniting with his moms for the first time, for the prompt. :3c

|| Prompt ||| @chickypoodoodloos ||

Well Heath has always seen his moms. Baby Heath grew up seeing Kat as she passed shortly after giving birth to Heath and his sister... like minutes after. So she's always been hanging around for him, or his sister. It's was clear which of the two was gaonna be the Keeper of the mark.

Sloan, on the other hand. Well that's a different story cause obviously someone had to raise the twins for a little bit as you have to give the kiddos some happiness before smacking them with the tragedy of their back story.

It was well past bedtime as Heath sat awake under the covers of his bed in the large sleeping hall. He and his sister had been here almost a month now. Neither of them really like it, the other kids were rude and not exactly welcoming to them. And despite all their best intentions, the adults weren't much better. Heath pulled his bear, Lord Pickleson closer to his chest as he turned his head to his sister's bed. She was already asleep while a cold blue ghost of a woman sat on the corner of the bed, watching her. Kat liked to watch his sister but it took Heath awhile to realize it was because unlike him, his sister couldn't see their momma. And neither could Sloan, even though she would often played along with him. He found it odd he was basically the "go-between" for the two of them; Or how their relationship worked before him if he was the only person who could see or hear Kat. "Momma?" Heath whispered, trying not to wake the girls in the long dormitory hall as he called for Kat's attention. "When's Mommy getting here?" As she turned to him, Kat's kind eyes framed but the heavy dark bags fell on her son. "Soon, hopefully. But we can't rush her. Mommy's been working really hard so you can see her." "Why?" Heath whimpered meekly. Kat stood up as she tried to find the right way to phrase the issue for Heath. "You know how some of the people you can see, they look rather frightening?" Heath nodded and Kat continued. "What happened to Sloan left her looking frightening. So she decided to take sometime before she um... appears to you so she don't look as scary. Understand?" Heath nodded again. "But why does it take so long?" "It's a hard process. It's not as simple as getting yourself dressed in the morning. Sloan was really badly hurt by what happened that night. I've been helping her, cause sometimes when a person passes away, particularly if it was traumatic, it can warp their perspective of themself. Then those negative emotions can make them look scary to you. If Sloan doesn't change her appearance before you see her, she won't be able to. She'll be stuck." "Why?" Heath questioned. Kat shrugged. "Don't know. One of those weird ghost rules, I guess." "Oh, okay." Heath paused a second as he looked around the long dark room. Anxiously he rung his hands tightly around Pickleson's neck as he was over come by his dislike for this unfamiliar place. Truthfully his vocabulary wasn't strong enough to have the right words to express his feeling so the place, so sad and sort of scary, would have to do. "Can we met Mommy in the 'happy place?'" "I don't know, Heath. If she's not quite ready. I don't want get her stuck in an appearance neither of you are comfortable with." "But I don't want to meet her here. It's not - I mean it doesn't feel right." Sighing, Kat nodded. She couldn't argue that having Sloan reunite with their son at an orphanage didn't seem like the best of settings. "Alright. Do you remember how I showed you?" Nodding as he pulled himself up against the bed board, Heath closed his eyes. "Alright, first you're going to focus on your breathing, a deep breath in." Kat demonstrated and Heath copied her. "Now hold for 1, 2, 3, 4, and breath out. Good, now as you breath start picturing Orchard Hill. The tracks of roller coasters and how they weave through the park. Think of the smells, that scent of fried dough as it cooks." "What going on here, Kit-Kat? Trying to put the kid to sleep?" Kat laughed. "No silly, Heath's trying to focus on the 'happy place' to see you." Kat paused a second as she did a double take. "Oh Sloan!" "Mommy?" Heath exclaimed as he bolted up in bed, eyes snapping open. And there she was, another ghost of a peachy-orange hue standing at the foot of his bed, her coy smirk slipping into a toothy grin as she saw Heath light up at her arrival. "Hey there, kiddo. Looked like you were about to pop off to bed there before I could show up." "No... No I just," Heath smile faded as he looked around the sleeping hall. "Hey,

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[shiclded]

❝ i gotta stop feeling invisible and start feeling invincible. ❞

( THE WARMTH OF A SWEATER STRAIGHT FROM THE DRYER, A PILE OF CRUMPLED, UNFINISHED SKETCHES, AND INFECTIOUS LAUGHTER  )▸ welcome to latverion, MILES MORALES ( SPIDER-MAN ). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 21 and use HE / HIS pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as AN ARCHITECTURE STUDENT, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution.

ABOUT BASICS .

FULL NAME:

Miles Gonzalo Morales .

ALIAS:

Spider-Man .

AGE:

21 .

AFFILIANS:

Avengers / Ultimates / Spider-Verse .

GENDER & PRONOUNS:

Cis-male & he/his .

FACE CLAIM:

Jharrel Jerome .

IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS .

POINT OF ORIGIN:

Mostly taking from Ultimates/New Ultimates/Cataclysm. Some of the newer comics as well will be incorporated but as I read them, haha. Spider-Verse for a lot of his personality/likes (which is why I combined art and engineering and got... architecture major). 

ABILITIES/SKILLS:

What can’t this super spider do? All the usual powers, of course: proportionate strength, speed, stamina, durability, and reflexes of a spider. Miles also has his venom strike as well as the power to turn invisible, although he can’t hold the invisibility for long amounts of time. 

HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY/PETS WITH THEM:

No pets. Miles likes them, but knows he would never be able to take care of one. Also, cats hate him for some reason. 

HEADCANONS:

Miles has so many sketchbooks that at some point he didn’t know what to do with them. He managed to find an apartment with a broom closet, which is just full of boxes which are in turn full of his sketches, polaroids of his graffiti over the years, and more recently drawings of buildings he’d like to see line the skyline of Manhattan.

He loves a dance party, but has no rhythm. Like none. It drives him crazy, and makes him self-conscious on a floor. 

He’s terrified of clowns. Terrified. Like, don’t put one near him, or he will accidentally hit it with his venom and then feel really bad about it afterwards. 

His favorite food is his mom’s pasteles, and sometimes, when he’s feeling extra sad, he’ll pull out the recipe and try and make it himself. It’s not the same, of course, but sometimes he’ll get just the right combination, and it’ll make him feel like she’s here.

Some would call Miles obsessed with sneakers despite never actually owning a cool pair. He follows all the blogs, famous instagrammers, you name it. He never had a pair, though, until after a very special mission where his Jessica Drew gifted him with a pair of Air Jordan I. He cried. It was a beautiful moment (unless you ask Jessica... in which case...)

Despite his crippling anxiety, Miles is actually a really smooth talker. He’s good at getting himself in and out of situations, and good at making people like him. He’d like to think that’s because he’s a good person, but he often worries that he’s not being genuine. Truthfully, Miles is so good that he often doesn’t see his own kindness. 

If he’s sad, you can probably find him playing Contra, Jet Set Radio, or Super Mario Bros. 

QUESTIONNAIRE .

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM?

Hate is not a strong enough word to sum up how Miles feels about Doom. Hate is too weak; too mild. He has never disliked someone as much as he does the Emperor, but that doesn’t mean he’s told anyone that. His friends, yes, but anyone else? Well, Miles is using his innocent look to his advantage. He’s just a regular guy... or a Spider-Man ready to take down Doom. 

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN?

Miles will fight, but only if it means he’ll help someone else. He’s not particularly a person who’s wanting to jump into battle unless there’s a reason. And, still, he sometimes remembers what happened to his mom and, well, it will make him sit out. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to help, but the battles seem like the wrong way to exert his energy. 

WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM? OR WILL THEY USE IT TO EXPLOIT HIM? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB? 

Miles actually really loves his major, and would’ve picked something similar back in old Manhattan. Of course, he’ll use it to his advantage best he can. No one’s looking at a random Architecture major, anyways. To them, he’s a nobody, and he can use that to sneak around under Doom’s nose. Still, he takes his classes half-seriously, and a part of him hopes that he can keep using the skills he learns once they’re able to go back to their old lives. 

#latverion:intro #. ( introductions ) . #. miles morales ( i gotta stop feeling invisible and start feeling invincible ) .

[fceriestcrdst]

over the last few days i have noticed something---something i've never been able to do for at least, i don't know, ten years.

i have multiple special interests that all weave together---they even weave with spins I've most of my life. I've been sort of opening my brain like a jar & going "huh, how did we do that?" & i realized why. i have people who give a damn about my interests, people who send me posts even if i don't rb them, people who will let me gush & not make me feel bad bc i infodump a lot. i have qpr partners who love pressing my garble buttons so i just go on tangents as they stare loving at their screens until I've calmed down enough for them to speak.

i still struggle with some irls who have strong opinions about characters i like or characters im like somewhat selfshipped with. it could be called having a comfortable talking phase. its happening---primarily--with ben s*lo. one day i'll bring it up & try to fix it but for now i'm just accepting that i can talk about star wars without someone wanting to tell me why it's bad because i do not fucking care. i give zero fucks about how much you dislike the thing i love, truthfully i would rather you shut up the fuck instead of going "well i--" did i ask?

i'm also getting used to the fact that i have irls that want to genuinely listen to my infodump & spin & go brrr.

i've also been doing better because i've set boundaries, i broke lots of mutuals, i ended three friendships that i needed out of. could i have ended them better, maybe, but was i mean during the ending of any of them? no to really.

it's odd how i both care & don't care about how people perceive me. if you think i'm a bitch, cool! if you think i'm super nice, cool! i prefer to be seen as friendly, but i don't really care all that much if you think i'm a dick because ei set a boundary or just wasn't interested in what you were trying to see me.

i don't owe anyone anything, yanno? no one owes anyone a singular thing.

despite my brain imploding over & over bc of processing trauma--i've been pretty okay. i'm happy in my new spins, selfships, friendships, and qpr, i just feel like me. i do still psycho analyze but then i remember i am autistic, i have a fatigue disorder, i get overwhelmed easily---if i just don't want to talk at the time. i'm not obligated to & if i do i am not obligated to seem super thrilled about it, yanno? not to say i always seem that way i am just....getting better at only chatting when i feel up to it

this may all be a part of my journey to unmask & be myself even if that means I'm grumpy & overstimulated & sleepy & needy. i'm allowed to be those things, i'm allowed to have multiple spins, i'm allowed to have multiple selfships, i'm allowed to talk too much & not enough, i'm allowed to be me

2022 is still very weird for me but a good kind of weird. also if this makes no fucking sense i haven't slept & am sitting ay my pc going 'oh no--' as the hamster in my brain takes a snooze. mayhaps i will see this later & go "i had a solid plan...then i derailed--" or i'll just go "ah, i was havin' a moment-" who knows tho.

if you see me still awake just know i have plans today & didn't get actively tired until just recently. now i'm built to suffer (i'm 24..i'm too old & autistic for this--)

#crow rambles #crow's audhd/disability posting

[sunnyie-eve]

SIX

Series: Life Lesson || Sorority Boys

Paring: (Adam/ Adina x OFC!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: language

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"Tell me... Has your stalker bugged you?" Adam asks as him and Mia walk to their classes.

Mia looks over with a slight smile, "Sorta. Yesterday he had lunch with me but it wasn't actually that bad. Which actually scares me."

"Why does it scare you?" Adam laughs at her.

"I shouldn't be getting along with a K.O.K guy. It doesn't matter if he's shunned... He was still one of them and probably will be again when he and his friends can prove they didn't steal the money." Mia explains to him like he was stupid.

"Maybe he's just a good one." Adam makes her laugh.

"I feel like it's a trap even though he said it wasn't. I just have trust issues with guys like that because of this one guy." She sighs so Adam awkwardly pats her back.

"I'll see you around." Mia walks off quickly going to her class leaving Adam alone.

He watches her walk away slightly wanting to know more but at the same time, he was cursing at himself for starting to develop a soft spot for her.

"What's going through you're mind?" Dave walks up stopping next to him.

"Nothing." He looks away for Mia.

"Are you?" Dave looks at Mia going inside the building.

"No. No, man. I don't do that kind of shit." Adam walks away leaving Dave to shake his head at him.

During all of Mia's classes, she spaced out just wanting to go home. The little thought of her ex-boyfriend clouded her mind. During her break, she sat outside at a table playing with her smoothie.

"Mind if I sit here?" Adam asks as Mia stares at her drink.

"I don't care." She moves her straw around.

"You okay?" He asks her.

"To stop you from asking... Yes, I'm okay." She looks over at him tired.

"That's a lie."

"I was talking to a friend this morning and it made me think about my ex. Who was a piece of shit. Got with any girl he saw and so when he tried getting with me and I would say no when he decided to play a little game. Did whatever and said whatever to become this person I would say yes to. I fell for this character he created just to fuck with me. He played his act for a year then I found out from some other chick he fucked. God! Why am I telling you all this?" Mia laughs at herself.

"You need someone to rant to. Trust me, I feel like doing it." He rests his head in his hands.

"Then rant to me." She does the same as him.

He thinks it over, "Me and my two friends are still trying to figure a way to get that tape we need back. In the meantime, we are staying at this place, where really only me, doesn't want to live. We have to act completely differently to live there or we'll 100% get kicked out. We also have to dress a certain way which again mostly, me, hates it. I have to sneak around campus not to be seen by K.O.K members. My grades are shit, I'm in a bad mood 90% of the time, and I just want things to go back to normal."

Mia nods her head at his rant, "Did that feel better?" She slightly smiles.

"It did surprisingly." He tells her truthfully.

"Well, you're welcome." She goes back to messing with her drink. "Sometimes it's good to just rant to someone. Even if they don't listen because at least you get it out. But I listened so don't worry." She tells him.

"It's nice talking to you even though you hate me deep down." Adam gives her a small smile.

"What makes you think I hate you?" She asks him.

"The way you talked to me in the past."

"Hate is a strong word... More like a slight hint of dislike. But that's slightly going away talking to you." She makes him smile.

"Why is that?" He eyes her looking at him.

"You don't seem that bad... which at hate deep down." She says making them both laugh.

"I'm hurt by that." He places his hand on his heart.

"No, you're not. Oh, hi Daisy." Mia sees Dave walking by and he sees Adam as himself talking to her.

"Mia..." He walks over glaring at Adam. "Who is this?" He asks with a smile.

"Stalker Adam." Mia smiles at him and glances over to see Adam's reaction.

"I'm not a stalker."

"Whatever you say." She gets up and links her arm with Dave walking off.

"You aren't liking him right?" He asks her. "I'm just looking out for you."

"Not like that no. He's still a pig deep down. See you at home." Mia splits off from him so he goes back to find Adam.

"Leave her alone." He growls at him as he walks to go change back into Adina.

"Why? We're just talking. You have her sister so leave me alone." Adam shakes his head.

"It's not the same."

"Bull. You're trying to get her to like you as you so why can't I do the same with Mia?" They go into a closet so he could change.

"You're only doing it because you can't stand a hot girl not liking you. I'm doing it because I actually like Leah." Dave explains to Adam. "That's the difference. You're gonna end up hurting her and I know it." Dave huffs.

"You don't know shit." Adam leaves as Adina.

Before going home Dave dresses up as himself going over to where Mia works. "Isn't one of the shunned." She eyes him.

"How did you know I was one of them?"

"You're friends with Adam, right? Plus I've seen you two talk the most when you threw parties. To my knowledge none of you have money so what do you want?" She leans on the counter.

"I want you to be cautious about Adam." He lets her know.

"If you're worried about me falling for him... don't worry. I'm not stupid. I know he's only talking to me because I don't fall for his charm..." She rolls her eyes. "I've gone through crap like this before."

"Then why talk to him if you know he only wants one thing?"

"I don't know... He seems decent when we talk now." She messes with things.

"Just remember what is end goal it." Dave leaves her alone to think.

#Sorority Boys #2002 movies #adam #adina #doofer #roberta #dave #dasiy #michael rosenbaum #harland williams #barry watson #frat boys #comedy #ff #fanifiction #fanfic

[wxrst]

send me a ship and I’ll tell you... bille

based on this !

Who asks the other on dates:

benji ! they give me very traditional couple vibes and while they don’t need to ask going out on dates anymore. i can still see benji asking her to go out on dates with him

Who is the bigger cuddler:

honestly, both of them ? i think that the distance they have and the fact that they live their lives together in secret, i think the moment they get to bed or a chance to cuddle, they are going to take that moment to cuddle

Who initiates holding hands more often:

i think i’m going to give this one to benji too. solely because i feel like camille wants to make sure that she isn’t overstepping boundaries of their very private relationship so even if they are at a small party with people they know or whatever, she is going to wait for him to grab her hand. 

Who remembers anniversaries:

both, just because they have been together for YEARS so they both remember that date. i think back in high school? cam remembered more. i also think she remembers smaller dates that are insignificant compared to their main anniversary. 

Who is more possessive:

i don’t see either of them being all that possessive. it’s hard to be possessive when people don’t know you are together. 

Who gets more jealous:

cam ! as we’ve seen, she has to deal with those damn groupies and while she’s used to it, she still gets jealous over it. 

Who is more protective:

this one is clearly benji ! he wants to protect cam from the craziness of the fame so even if it causes some issues within their relationship, he’s still just trying to protect her. 

Who is more likely to cheat:

i don’t see either of them cheating. tbh they have been together since high school and clearly are rather strong. if i had to choose someone, then it would be benji, just cause of the groupies and what not. 

Who initiates sexy times the most:

depends on the day? i think with the time that they spend apart, they both want to get their hands on each other the second they get back together. 

Who dislikes PDA the most:

they don’t get to do PDA so this doesn’t apply to them. however, i think once they are finally a couple in the eyes of the public again, i don’t see either of them hating it tbh. cause they finally get to share their secret. 

Who kills the spider:

this one is also benji. i could see cam being afraid of them in high school and while she might have grown out of the fear, it’s still just something that he does for her. 

Who asks the the other to marry them:

benji ! as i said, i think they are a very traditional couple and i also think after this long together, he is going to do it in such a cute way 

Who buys the other flowers or gifts:

giving this one to benji as well. i could see it being something where he knows if she’s having a bad day or stressed with work, he orders some food to be delivered to her house or even some flowers or whatever their thing is. 

Who would bring up possibly having kids:

truthfully? it could be either of them seeing they have been together for at least eight years. i think that they both know that they want kids eventually. back in the day, i could see cam bringing it up first. you know the high school love, we are going to have kids together and what not 

Who is more nervous to meet the parents:

LMAO they haven’t had to worry about meeting parents since high school. i think that both of them were nervous little high schoolers that wanted to impress the parents. little did they know that it would be the last time they had to meet parents. 

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry:

our mans benji. i think that while they are the ‘don’t go to bed angry’ couple, if it ever is at that point, benji would be the gentleman and let her sleep in the bed. 

Who tries to make up first after arguments:

okay so don’t be mad at me when i say either of them yet again. i think that they are very healthy communicators so when it comes to fighting, i think whoever is the one that makes the other upset is usually the one to make up first. 

Who tells the other they love them more often:

benji. while cam tells him that she loves him all the time. he’s the one that is keeping her a secret so he has to reassure her and what not way more. so he is the one that is sharing it. 

#⌏✩▸ pair ↠ camille & benji #petition to bring them back to the same city

[x-heartofthecards-x]

@numberoneduelist

Well, that’s one thing that Mutou shouldn’t really have to worry about. He’s been cute his whole life. Truthfully, he’s only gone from less cutesy to more… how could it be described? Pretty? That doesn’t seem like enough, but beautiful might be too strong. After the way life has taken a toll on him, Yugi’s small stature and big eyes seem less child-like and more… prepossessing.

Or maybe Seto is just smitten. That’s also a possibility.

“There’s a little more nuance to your character than that, but you’ve got the look down. You could be on a high-schooler’s pinterest board.”

Seto is hardly a Young Adult protagonist, but he’s got the brooding covered - he’s been told as much more than once.

It’s strange to feel these things, to think these thoughts, about another person. He’s been focused on Yugi for years, of course, but never like this. He finds himself observing little mannerisms and movements that he would normally sweep out of his awareness. And it’s not even in an effort to make an AI simulation - he’s filing them away… just to have. To remember. Because half of the actions that this man takes give him a strange tightness in his gut that he… doesn’t dislike.

“…Plenty endearing.”

Is it strange to want to just… pick someone up? It seems like it would be easy. He refrains for now, though. He’ll save the idea for later.

The timer goes off, and he pushes off of the counter. As he goes, he places a hand on the man’s knee, gives it a squeeze - quick and fluid with the rest of his movement. He doesn’t even think about it.

He turns the grill off, opens the drawer, and uses a hand towel to grab the edge of the tray and remove it. He sets it on the stove, then picks up the tray of asparagus and slides it into the oven. Another timer, and then he pulls a bag of buns from an overhead counter.

“If you open the fridge, there should be a few things to be used as toppings if you want them. Some will require slicing, though, so try to avoid any cutting of limbs… or spontaneous combustion.”

Yugi chuckled at the mention of the Pinterest board. He happened to know that some of his earlier looks did, in fact, circulate goth aesthetic boards from time to time. It was something he had discovered when making one of his own while he was still in highschool and bothered doing stuff like that. There were some great photos out there of him (mostly of Atem, but there were only a few people who actually knew the difference).

He is about to return the sentiment in kind, knowing that the absolutely stunning CEO has plenty of fanboys and girls that simp for him and knowing that his looks are not uncommon in the slightest on techcore aesthetic boards across the wide internet. The thoughts did not actually manage to leave him, however. Instead his brain was completely short circuited by that simple touch.  

The boy almost immediately went beet red, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew that there was a lot of tension, that there were plenty of unknowns and anxieties around their budding relationship, but he was certain beyond a doubt that he wanted Seto’s hands on him again. 

Luckily Kaiba began busying himself with the veggies and timer, giving him a second to get his shit together as he slid off the counter. He gave a little nod, as he adjusted to his now weak knees before he moved to open the fridge (which was exceptionally tidy). Yugi would not be surprised if everything here besides the meal that Seto was actively cooking was made via private chef, honestly. 

He began pulling a few things out, such as condiments, cheese, a tomato and a bit of lettuce. He brought the tomato and lettuce to the sink to rinse both of them off, chuckling softly and musing, “I will do my best to not dismember myself-- Is there anything in particular you want for your burger, Seto?”

#numberoneduelist #seto kaiba #closed roleplay #roleplay tags: #numberoneduelist4

[yuikomorii]

People who are hating Ayato are trying to be different way so bad frfr. He’s not more hate-worthy than any of the other guys because they were all abusive after all, even Azusa.

At first I thought he was annoying af (I thought everyone was annoying tho) but after watching him grown in other games I came to the conclusion that Ayato is a great character. He acts childish as a coping mechanism because this guy has been locked inside almost his entire life having to study and prepare for being heir, so his childhood has been really taken away from his, I really can’t put the blame on him atp.

He acts immature sometimes but bffr so do all the others. Ayato is capable of a bunch of things and very prone to change into a better person. I would truthfully say that he’s a very emotionally mature person given that he takes responsibility, owns his mistakes, shows empathy, admits when he needs help or when he’s burning out and isn’t afraid of showing his vulnerable side. That anon who insulted Yui for choosing Ayato over “a man like Ruki” undoubtedly didn’t understand Ayato and neither Ruki. I don’t want to get the Ruki stans mad but this guy is an enormous hypocrite who gets satisfaction out of people’s despair, is that really what anyone would consider “the perfect man”? Besides Yui fits with Ayato way more and I would rather say that Ayato is the man Ruki will never be.

// Everyone certainly has different tastes, therefore it's okay to dislike a character, but to hate one is already quite puerile. I don't get why insulting fictional characters would make anyone feel better about themselves.

In all honesty, I have always liked Ayato's childish side. Even Yui admits loving when he acts that way and that’s because he’s genuinely adorable. If someone became so comfortable with me to the point that they asked me to pat their head, I would feel happy, lol. There are people who don't want to have their privacy invaded but they should understand that 99% of heroines always like when their love interests get clingy and want affection from them, so it’s not anyone’s fault they can’t relate to them.

As for maturity, that’s something you gain from experience and it’s also more like a form of professionalism. Nobody is mature all the time and what someone might label as “immature” could be, from another perspective: fun-loving, counter-cultural and so on. In Ayato’s case, his immaturity comes from poor impulse control because he never received the life lessons that would have helped him understand when certain behaviors are inappropriate. I do agree that once he experiences certain things, he becomes very emotionally mature and that side was best shown in LE and especially in CL. 

Speaking about Ruki, I remember Rejet describing him in an official book as a fake person, which is in fact not a lie, haha. He’s truly a manipulative character, who plays multiple roles so as to get what he wants. I’m glad Yui didn’t fall for him in Ayato’s MB route because the Ruki presented there wasn’t his real version, he was only acting nice to lure Yui. I can’t deny that he is able of being boyfriend material after you conquer his heart but I do admit that Ayato is actually a better version of Ruki. Having a lot of knowledge and being a good strategist doesn’t make you the dream guy of every girl, there are more important things out there.

One of the main reasons why I ship Ayayui is that they are both brave, bold, authentic, and mentally strong, and people like this need to stick together. I like how neither of them is afraid to confront or even disagree with Karlheinz; Yui's "I'll be the one to decide my life and future." (DF) and Ayato's "I don't need your powers, I choose my own destiny." (CL) are two of the most powerful words ever spoken in Diabolik Lovers because they demonstrate that they will not allow themselves to be Karl's or anyone’s puppets. Both of them may be dumb at times, but being badass can take many forms; it isn't just about fighting an enemy or devising elaborate plans.

#admin #(press on read more xD) #(this turned out way too long)

[cades-outsider]

Demetri X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut, talking about smut that leads up to smut!

Intoxicate Me

  Your best ability was getting along with everyone, you even got along with Tory and that's saying a lot. You weren't overly popular but you getting along with everyone pretty much made you well known in school.

  Your boyfriend, Demetri definitely was not the easiest to get along with. Yeah he was nice, but he could talk way to much and over complicate things.

He could also tend to over smart people, which from the bully's point of view they hate. It was as normal as any other day for you, school being the first.

You didn't dislike school but sometimes it could be annoying and Demetri would help you get through the day. Ever since Eli, Demetri's best friend joined Cobra Kai and became Hawk; Demetri only really had you around and he intended to keep that, but sometimes he did get very insecure.

Like today, you noticed how Demetri was acting towards you. He was very distant and if he said anything to you it was just a mumble of words or something. It honestly made you feel hurt, you knew there had to be a reason for his behavior because nobody does something for nothing.

It was now your last class, which you had with Demetri. You walked in the room, your eyes immediately landing on Demetri. Your seat was right beside him, you hesitated at first but then decided you could not; not sit with your adorable boyfriend.

It wasn't unusual to see Demetri here before most other students, I mean the teacher wasn't even in yet. I checked the clock and giggled at the fact that he was indeed 15 minutes early.

Demetri looked up at the familiar sound, you slowly walk over to the seat next to him; allowing him to have time to tell you if he didn't want you to sit beside him. He never spoke, just kept his eyes on you following your every move.

"Hey, early bird" You joke, trying to enlighten the mood.

A small forced small makes his way across his lips, making you internally frown. "Demetri.... I don't want to sound pushy, but what's wrong?" You ask worried.

He sighs "I don't want to talk about it right now" He discards.

You nod your head, understandingly "okay... well hey um you can come over to my house; after school- and we can maybe watch Harry Potter?" You question, trying to stir the tension.

He just simply nods his head a yes before slouching in his seat, you doing the same as you both wait for the teacher to arrive first.

  Throughout the course of the class, you couldn't focus on what the teacher was saying. You were to busy focused on your boyfriend and taking side glances at him. Some were admiring glances, some were worried glances, and some were- not so innocent glances and thoughts.

  Though one thing you were thankful for was that the class only lasted for 45 minutes and that time passed by in a flash. Soon the bell rung, kids scrambled to grab there belongings and rushed out of school; tired.

  You however waited with Demetri while he gently put everything neatly in his bag. Purposely rummaging in your back pack for; nothing.

  You got up and walked in-front of Demetri's desk after he zipped up his back pack you took it and slung it around your shoulder, holding your hand out for him to take.

  It was a couple seconds before he took your hand, those couple seconds he stood staring at your hand debating on if he should take it.

  Finally he decided, and slipped his hand in yours intertwining your hands together. You both walked to your car, Demetri texted his mom minutes previously that he was staying the night at yours which she agreed to.

  You say both your back packs in the back seat of your car as Demetri got in the passenger side and you cranked up your car.

  Not going to lie, the ride was awkward. Usually you both would talk about Harry Potter until you both got to your house. Instead Demetri sat his arm on the door and rested his head on top.

  You didn't want to push anything so you stayed silent until you reached your house. You decided to leave your backpacks in the car since you'll both just go to school tomorrow and it would be easier access.

  You walk into your house, leading Demetri in the kitchen to grab a bunch of snacks for your Harry Potter marathon. You both walked in your room and you placed the snacks on your bedside table and turned to Demetri who stood there awkwardly.

  You place your hands in your back pocket; a nervous habit you found yourself doing as you slowly walked in-front of Demetri grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed.

  He sat criss-cross-apple sauce next to you as you did the same, getting comfortable, you moved to sit in front of him. Both your legs touching "will you talk to me? Please" You beg softly.

  "I just feel like you could do better than... than this!" He says making hand gestures down his body.

  You furrow your eyebrows "what do you mean?" You ask genuinely confused, because to you he was beautiful.

  "My Physics is not the best looking, not the strongest! I'm not in Cobra Kai, and I certainly don't have abs! I'm not as strong and I'm a loser!- But you, you are beautiful and I don't understand why you're with me!" Demetri starts pouring out his heart, almost breaking down.

  "Demetri... no, no, no baby. Don't think like that-" You start to say before he interrupts you.

  "How can I not? When I'm nothing but a- lizard-" He starts before shaking his head "-uh sorry wrong animal" he says as you giggle placing your hands on his cheeks, straddling his waist.

  "Demetri please don't think like that, you are perfect for me. You're my person and you're very much handsome" You praise as his breathing catches in his throat.

  The closeness and how you were rubbing up against him was not helping "but I'm n-not as experienced" He says gulping.

  You furrow your eyebrows confused at first until he speaks up "Come on Y/n, what do you call a nun in a wheelchair... Virgin Mobile that's what I am" he says seriously before squinting his eyes at his own joke in confusion.

  You couldn't help but giggle at that dumb yet corny joke you have never heard before. None the less you run your finger over the bottom of his lip "that makes you even more perfect for me" You say almost seductively, as you came back down from your fit of giggles.

  Demetri's eyes widen at that comment "are- are you? Have you done-?" He questions being careful with his words, trying to forget about that awful joke.

  You sigh "I have, once though. So no I'm not a virgin" You mumble.

  He gulps "o-oh um would you want to be Mobile-ness?" Demetri asks, cranking up another joke.

  You smirk almost, as another small giggle leave your lips "yes, but only if and when you're ready" you state, rubbing his jawbone.

  "Are you- do you just want me for sex?" He mumbles now becoming serious, causing you to raise your brows.

  "What?- of course not Dem, I- I love you" You admit.

  "I love you too, Y/n" He smiles softly.

  "I'm ready, I want to loose it to you Y/n" He admits truthfully.

  "Are you sure?" You question, making sure he's 100% ready.

  He nods his head, and looks away bashfully "I'm just- I'm just afraid I won't please you that's all" Demetri comments.

  You smile "How about I take the lead, and once you feel comfortable you can go as hard as you want on me?" You ask.

  A not so small blush covers his cheeks as he nods his head "okay" He agrees.

You push him back gently on your bed, his head hitting the pillow gently. You run your hands over his chest admiring his soft skin. You lean down and press small kisses on his neck, searching for his sweet spot.

You place a kiss above his jawline behind his ear causing him to whimper you smirk as you knew you found his weakness.

You tug on the bottom of his green shirt that says 'I'm silently correcting your grammar' asking for permission to which he nods as he lifts up allowing you to pull the shirt off his body.

You grind your hips against his now harden cock causing him to whimper at the amount of friction. "You're so perfect" You mumble into his skin as you place kisses anywhere you can reach, marking him as yours.

  You run your hands down his chest until you get to his pants, crawling downwards you place kisses as you become eye to eye with his bulge in his pants.

  "Can I?" You question softly.

  Demetri nods eagerly as his eyes become glossy from the amount of pleasure he's already receiving. Unzipping his jeans you pull his pants down, discarding them on the floor.

Before you pull down his boxers you tug at the hem of the fabric, wanting to make extra sure he was ready. "Yes Y/n, please" He begs, as he starts to pant.

You pull his boxers down, causing his hard on to slap against his abdomen. Slipping his boxers all the way off completely you throw them in the pile with his clothes.

Not wanting him to be the only one naked, you slip off your pants throwing them in the floor along with your shirt; and bra.

  Demetri's eyes widen as he scans over your beautiful features, you smile bashfully as you get back on your knees and take his cock in your hands causing him to moan.

  You pepper little kisses around the tip of his cock, you decided to stop teasing and slowly pump his cock now kitty licking the tip.

  "Oh my..." He gasps as you finally take his hard cock in his mouth, stroking what you couldn't fit.

You move your hands to his hips and push his hips up into your mouth, causing him to moan and arch his back as he grabs ahold of your hair.

"Oh Y/n I'm think- I'm-" He starts but he doesn't get to finishes as he cums down your throat with a whimper, you prepared for him to cum faster since it was his first time so you pulled up at the right moment as you sucked his tip swallowing his cum.

After he comes down from his high while you peck the tip of his cock "perfect" you mumble as you do so causing Demetri to swoon.

  By then Demetri was so intoxicated by you that he pulled you up and flipped you over pushing your back into the sheets as his hands wandered any place he could touch except the one place you wanted him to touch the most.

  You moan as he takes your nipple in his mouth sucking and licking all the right places on your chest, creating marks; his marks.

He peppers kisses all down until he gets to your hips, he tugs on the hem of your underwear looking up at you for consent to which you nod becoming hot and heavy.

He waists no time in pulling them off, spreading your thighs and admiring everything about your beauty.

"You are so beautiful" Demetri says placing a kiss on your nub.

You moan as you arch into him, begging for more physically to which he caves and places his lips around your clit sucking and licking. He was eager to taste you and he definitely loved every bit of it as he pressed his mouth farther on your clit swirling his tongue in circles on your clit and sucking gently.

You bring your hand down to his brown locks and run your fingers through it, only tugging when he would speed up his pace on licking and nibbling on your clit which felt all to good.

"Oh Demetri..." You moan, finally giving him what he wants as he slips two fingers into your heated core getting you ready for him.

"I- cu-" you start to say but before you could you cum arching your back as he gets you off.

He comes up from beneath your thighs, lips dripping with your cum as he sucks his fingers off licking all around his lips tasting you "you taste amazing" he hums as a blush appears on his face, though he hovers over you placing a gently kiss to your lips.

He places the tip of his yet again harden cock at your entrance "May I?" He asks looking in your eyes for any discomfort, you nod your head yes.

He slowly slips his cock into you, stopping once he stuffs you full of every inch of him mostly to calm him down before he would cum already.

After adjusting to his size you roll your hips against his letting him know you were even more ready for him. He slowly moved in and out of your pussy giving him time to adjust to his movements.

Adjusting himself, he sits up on his knees and lift your thighs up slowly building up the pace causing you to moan gently with every hard or fast thrust.

You already found yourself about to cum which didn’t help when Demetri started rubbing your clit with his thumb causing you to whimper as the pleasure starts to burn but in the best way possible.

"Oh my... Demetri~" You whimper as you run your hands up against his chest as he speeds up his pace causing his cock to hit your sweet spot inside you causing you to moan louder.

Another side to Demetri starts to tear through that he didn’t knew he had "so that’s where it is?" He smirks as he purposely rams his cock into you hitting your sweet spot dead on causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

"You make me feel so good D-" you praise as the rope in your stomach starts to burn, with one final thrust he hits your sweet spot again causing you both to cum together. Your juices mixing together overfilling as they start to spill out of you.

Demetri whimpers as he starts to ride out both of your highs, he slowly pulls out and lays down breathless as do you.

"Wow that was-"

"Amazing..." Demetri interrupts as he starts catching his breath.

"You’re so perfect to me Demetri" You reply causing him to blush.

"As are you my love"

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