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thought--bubble · 5 months

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In The Comfort of Our Chamber (One-Shot)

Aemond (Canon Era) X (Wife Reader)

Warnings After The Cut

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Warnings: mentions of murder (bye Luke!l), Dom Aemond, Spanking, dubcon(he doesn't get explicit consent), fingering, smut (I'm terrible at warnings trying to get better any suggestions please let me know)

(Story takes place after the death of Lucerys and before Blood & Cheese)

Your husband was never the joyful playful type. You had come to terms with this moons ago. He was, however, attentive. He always made sure that you were happy, well taken care of, and satisfied.

Prince Aemond Targaryen was known for his cool and stoic demeanor. The addition of the kinslayer title that had been recently added after the death of his nephew made him seem all the more formidable. To most that is, but not you.

You had tried to talk to him when he returned from storms end. He was wet, adrenaline pumping, and smelled of dragon. He did not, however, wish to talk to you about it. No, since that night, you had hardly seen or interacted with your husband at all.

He was either busy with council meetings or holed up with his brother, mother, and grandsire. You were getting more and more restless and feeling completely and utterly alone.

That's why when King Aegon had called the residents of the red keep to the throne room to announce the feast he was having in your husband's honor you could not help but scoff and roll your eyes.

This finally caught your husband's attention. He glared at you across the throne room while Aegon chattered on gleefully about his wonderful feast and how much wine would be there. You felt your husband's eye upon you but made it a point to look anywhere but at him.

When Aegon dismisses everyone from the throne room, you make haste out of the room, not sparing your husband a second glance.

You walk down the corridor, a feeling of satisfaction flowing through you. You finally got his attention, and you knew it. He will get his retribution. In fact you were looking forward to it.

You made it a point to retire to your private chambers early and take supper there as well. You were just patiently waiting for that hard knock upon your apartment door, but as dinner came and went and then night began to fall, and there was still no knock, you began to feel helpless. If he did not come to see you when you irritated him, when would he come? Would he ever come?

You sit before the hearth, these thoughts rattling around in your brain when you finally decide to go to sleep. You rise from your chair and make your way toward the bed chamber, feeling completely and utterly defeated.

Just as you open the door to the bedchamber, you hear it. That familiar knock. That I'm very annoyed come answer this door immediately knock. A satisfied smirk ghosts across your face as you head to the apartment door.

You make sure to wipe any trace of a smile off of your face before opening the door.

"My prince," you greet him as you open the door.

"Has it been so long that we are now to refer to each other with such formalities?" He asks stoicly, as he enters.

"It has been...... some time, " you make sure to avoid directly answering his question. This is something that drives him insane so you have made it a permanent piece of your tool box that you take out whenever your husband gets closed off or too cold.

He gives you a pointed look and walks further into your chambers with his arms tucked behind his back.

"Your behavior in the throne room...." he turns back to look at you again.

"I know not of what you speak." You walk past him further into the room and pour yourself some wine.

You hold up the wine and look at him.

"No, thank you," he says while looking at you with a curious eye. You take a sip of your wine eyes peering at him over the rim of your goblet.

"So...... what is it exactly that you were hoping to achieve with your earlier behavior?" He says as he steps closer to you.

"As I said. I know not of what behavior you are referring to, " you say, feigning innocence.

"Hmmmmm," he clicks his tongue as he circles you.

You continue to sip your wine and keep your eyes trained on him as he paces slowly.

"Is it attention you so desire my love?" He doesn't stop circling you but slows down to a pace where he is barely moving as he looks into your eyes, waiting for a response.

"Of course not," you swirl your wine in your goblet, watching the liquid slosh around.

"Hmmmmm," he stops directly behind you. Slowly clicking his tongue. He presses himself to your back and slides his hand over your throat while tilting your head up and your ear towards his mouth. "And you wouldn't lie to me of course?"

You feel a jolt of electricity shooting through your body at the closeness. The heat of his breath tickles your ear and causes the tiny hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

"N-no, of course not" your voice is strained

"Tsk, tsk, you know there will have to be a punishment for being dishonest with your lord husband?" He rubs his nose against the shell of your ear.

He keeps one hand on your throat as he snakes the other around your body, removing the goblet from your hand and placing it down on the table behind him.

"Now the question at this moment..." he pulls your body flush against his tightening the grip on your throat just slightly while the other hand lays flat against your stomach, pushing your body harder against his.

"Is what punishment suits your behavior?"

You take in an unsteady breath as you can feel your heart beginning to pump so hard you feel blood rushing through your ears

"Hmmmm?" He nibbles at the side of your neck as he tightens his grip just a little bit more.

The hand on your stomach slowly slides to the side of your hip, where he starts rucking up the skirts of your gown.

"This kind of disrespect can not go unanswered." he shoves you forward with just a thrust of his hips bending you over the serving table in front of you knocking the half full container of wine to the floor.

His hand grasps the back of your head, pushing your face into the table.

"I really am quite busy as of late, darling. I need you to be the good little wife I know you can be" he slowly pulls the skirts of your dress up and over your backside.

He tugs your small clothes down to your knees and rubs his hand gently over your left ass cheek.

"Now, I'm going to need you to apologize for your behavior in the throne room." he continues gently caressing your bum.

"I-i don't know what behavior you speak of," your voice is trembling with anticipation.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval three times before landing a harsh smack on your left ass cheek before he caresses it again.

"Do you want to try that again, darling?" He lands another slap on your already stinging ass.

You bite your lower lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of you yelling out.

He slides his hand between your legs and prods your entrance with his finger.

"Silly girl," he clicks his tongue. "This is a punishment I've hardly started, and you're already gushing for me"

He gathers some of your slick on his finger and brings it up to your pearl. He rubs in a circular motion once, twice, and then brings his hand back, bringing a slap to your heat.

At this, you lose your resolve and moan out loud.

"Ahhh..... that's my good girl. " he leans over you and whispers in your ear as he slides one long slender finger inside of you.

"Now apologize, and I'll give you what you crave." he pumps his finger in and out of you, and then suddenly halts.

"I'm sorry, love, so sorry." You blurt out pathetically while rolling your hips towards him, desperate for more friction.

He continues sliding through your folds while unlacing his breaches.

"How sorry? Hmmm?"

"Very very sorry, so very sorry" you push your backside towards him.

"I did not say you could move darling," he pushes you forward. "I'm not quite sure if I have forgiven you yet," he pushes his breeches and underclothes down just enough to free his length as he starts pumping himself to full hardness his other hand leisurely running his fingers over your pearl making you twitch.

You release a frustrated sigh. "Please, please"

"Oh how I love it when you beg" he moves his hand and replaces it with his cock rubbing the tip against your entrance.

"Please, my love, please!" The desperation is apparent in your voice. All self-respect is gone, and you will give this man anything he wants at this point, and he knows it.

"Tell me you need it" he growls as he slowly starts to push into you.

"I need it I need it" you cry out

"And if I denied you?" He snickers as he pushes in just a little bit more.

"I would die" you dig into the table with your fingernails.

"Oh well, we can't have that now, can we?" He grabs your hips and slams the rest of his cock into you causing you to scream out.

He reaches his hand around the side of your face and hooks his finger on your cheek, pulling your head back.

"You" thrust "will" thrust "not" thrust "disrespect" thrust "me" thrust "again"

"Is that understood?" You nod your head drool dribbling down your chin.

He brings his other hand around to your pearl and rubs in fast circular strokes.

"Use your words, my love" he says through grunts as he slams into you repeatedly the loud smack of skin on skin permeating the room

"I promise, I promise," you manage to gargle out, his finger, still stretching your cheek.

"Good girl, good girl," he quickens his pace, rubbing at your pearl without mercy and you clench around him impossibly tight.

You both hit your peak in unison, your legs buckling beneath you as you completely lose yourself to the sensation.

He stays in place for a minute as he regulates his breathing before pulling out of you and pulling your skirts back down and patting them flat.

He clears his throat "well I'm glad we've got that sorted, now make sure you remember what you promised me"

You dumbly nod your head cheek resting on the table.

You know what you promised him, and you know you should keep that promise, but how can he expect you to behave when you know the punishment that awaits you in the comfort of your chambers?

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animeyanderelover · 9 months

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Happy new year! Im a new follower so Im sorry if i did this wrong.

May i please request for Generation of Miracles [KnB], Benimaru [Fire Force] and Ushijima [hq] all Yandere, with s/o who doesn't really mind their yandere behavior? Even sometimes likes it? But except for their violent part that thei hate so much.

Thank you and please do enjoy your New Year!

I feel like it's been way too long since I've written for Haikyuu and Kuroko no Basket.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional thoughts, manipulation

I don't really mind, you know?

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅I mean, Wakaoshi is delusional and for that oblivious to the wrongness of his feelings but he is quite intimidating and intense so perhaps you don't have too much of a hard time pinpointing him down as a Yandere. Luckily you don't mind it for the most part, even though you are smart enough to realize that discussing this topic with him would lead nowhere, simply because this man would never consider his own feelings as something unnatural. Perhaps that's a testament to his own cluelessness regarding love in the first place. It's still quite important to set some boundaries though because if you don't tell him when to stop, Wakatoshi will pretty much see your nonchalant behavior as a confirmation that he's doing everything right. So if you don't like him towering over you and knocking someone's air out of their lungs with the sheer intensity of his glare alone, you'd better let him know. I'm sure he'd be considerate enough to try to adjust his behavior a bit to make you more comfortable, especially since you accept everything else otherwise with such calmness.

Tetsuya Kuroko

👤Kuroko is lucid and rational enough to know that normally people would be scared when finding out that he's an obsessed stalker so he makes an effort to keep it a secret from his lover. Apparently he doesn't know anything though because you don't seem to mind it that much after all. It's just a bit weird and he's almost more concerned than you are and this confusion makes him act more cautious around you for a while. He's just silently observing you for a while, pondering if you really mean that. When he eventually comes to terms with the fact that you truly mean what you say, he relaxes and feels a sense of relief wash over him. In return for your acceptance, Tetsuya starts trusting you a lot more, although he's never been the overly controlling partner in the first place. Both of you can mutually agree though that Tetsuya shouldn't resort to violence, the only condition you set up for him. The blue-haired boy feels like he owes you anyways for almost flawlessly accepting his obsessive side so he feels like he should try all the harder to fulfill you your sole wish. Overall he feels like both of you get a lot more closer to each other since he now keeps less secrets from you.

Ryōta Kise

✨Deciding to not mind Kise's overwhelming antics is an achievement in itself which only unlocks the worst in the boy in return. Obviously Kise is very possessive and delusional, he's arrogant to the point where he believes that you'll just accept him easily because everyone else adores him too. He interprets your dismissive and nonchalant behavior as confirmation of that, acts all smug about it and steps up his clinginess in return. Honestly, he adores the way his s/o accepts the serious intrusion of their privacy and his clingy and affectionate behavior in private and in public and Ryōta starts doting on you a lot more in return as he finds your antics very sweet. He can get away with almost everything he desires and he loves that but the only flaw would be that you don't really enjoy his possessive and jealous demeanor. A pretty big flaw considering that Kise is prone to those feelings, a terrible attention-seeker who feels like he's the only one you should pay attention to. Here you should navigate carefully since Kise is an entitled individual who will feel quickly insulted if you try to tell him that you want him to step back a bit with his threatening and jealous ways.

Shintarō Midorima

⭐Midorima on the one hand intends to respect your wishes and your privacy, on the other hand he's so fixated on the fact that you must be someone who destiny has made specifically for him due to his superstitious antics that his obsession can't help but flare up. Those are difficult times, especially in the beginning for him but then something rather surprising but not at all unpleasant happens which would be the fact that you actually don't feel bothered by his possessive and sometimes controlling antics. At times you even find it somewhat endearing and that just surprises Midorima a bit. Well, at least until he starts considering that this might be why all of his horoscopes have indicated that you're the right one for him. It would make sense now that he thinks about it, that you'd accept and love him even with his sometimes downright ridiculous antics. It's very reassuring to think about it and in return he allows you to get away with a lot more than he'd usually do as he has even more faith in you. Similar to Kuroko, Shintarō will also do his hardest to avoid any violent and manipulative actions against others to respect your only complaint regarding his behavior.

Daiki Aomine

💙Just being lucid doesn't necessarily mean that one has to feel guilty and Aomine is someone like that. He's very aggressive regarding his feelings and doesn't really plan to better himself unless he realizes that he's seriously scaring his darling. But what if his darling simply accepts his possessive, clingy, overprotective and touchy demeanor? Then it's all pretty much a free game with Aomine but in either case, this just means he won't pull back with his emotions at all. It's very cute in his mind that you're almost pliant when it comes to his antics, it's even thrilling in a couple of ways and Momoi ends up as the only one who would be slightly concerned that neither you nor Daiki necessarily care much. A little bit discretion wouldn't hurt, you two. If you don't keep Daiki on the leash though, he's free to lash out and scare everyone who gets on his nerves and makes him jealous. Perhaps that's where you should step in and stop him or otherwise he'll never learn how to hold properly back at all. His temper is not the easiest to hold back when it comes to his darling but he's at the very least considerate enough to try to hold back if it makes you happier with him.

Atsushi Murasakibara

🍭This 6' 10 feet tall baby will totally get the wrong message if you decide to shamelessly tolerate his behavior as much as you do. His decision to just push on with what he's already doing, clinging to you like a huge leech and demanding your attention as vehemently as he does. Honestly, his teammates are surprised that you handle his childish antics as good as you do and go even as far as indulging him in it, coddling him at times and cooing over his demeanor at times. You find him oddly cute, even with his immense height and unbelievable amount of strength. It's just sweet to see someone who so many others would see as intimidating and scary cuddling up to you and asking you to feed him with sweets. You keep him addicted by indulging in his obsession and Murasakibara in return only wants more. Admittedly, he can be very moody when he doesn't get from you what he wants but it isn't really difficult to make it clear to him that you'll accept everything except him hurting others because you know that he can't stand if you show him the cold shoulder and are angry with him.

Seijūrō Akashi

🏆Akashi is an even better example of someone who is fully aware of the abyss of their own emotions but decides to not care at all and is one reason why he's particularly terrifying. Nevertheless though, he goes the polite route at first and courts his s/o the normal way. He doesn't trust his darling blindly when he notices that they are relatively chill whenever his possessive or controlling side reveal themselves and instead accepts them quietly. You don't have to tell it to him, he'a already caught on to the fact that you know about his obsession and he knows that you know too. Akashi doesn't limit your freedom though as he decides to just keep a watchful eye out for you and see how you act in your daily routine. It doesn't take long though until he realizes that you don't put on an act and in fact really don't mind this at all, at times you even weirdly enjoy it. That's the point where Akashi actually talks with you about it, quite amused by the fact that you so serenely deal with this topic. He doesn't just abuse that fact though and pushes even more on you, in fact he actually pulls back his controlling antics, quite pleased by this. His violent behavior though, let's see how that turns out since nuisances will be removed.

Shinmon Benimaru

❤️‍🔥Benimaru is quite possessive but it's harder to notice since he has such a nonchalant exterior but even if it takes him a bit of time to realize, at one point he becomes quite aware of his obsession. Honestly, he's ready to do his best to hide it from you but then he figures out that you, his darling, is surprisingly chill with his clingy and possessive behavior and suddenly he's cool with it too. Ultimately both of you are so easy-going with it all that it's almost more concerning than before but Benimaru is merely adapting to your own thoughts and feelings. If you're so lax about his obsession, he doesn't see the need to make an needless drama of it when both of you can just enjoy life together. In a way it feels like he has a burden less on his shoulders now since he doesn't need to keep anything a secret from you anymore and can actually indulge in his feelings. That includes him just clinging a lot more to you than he'd normally would but you seem to even enjoy it so he doesn't have any plans to pull back at all. You don't have any problems negotiating with him that you despise violent behavior against people though since as a Fire Fighter Benimaru's job is to protect his citizens.

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lefluoritesys · 7 months

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My sibling in system (disorder holder & fictive) really wants me to do this post, but they barely have any words, so here we go:

We see a lot of systems struggle with big decision-making IRL because not everybody is on board, and we realized that trying to have everybody on board is probably the worst thing we have ever tried in the history of our systemhood. And I'm saying this as the alter who also dug too deep into our trauma and almost became Elsa in the depths Ahtohallan. Moreover, we're also polyfragmented. After a long and painful time of trying to figure our decision-making as a system, we have finally come up with some tips that might be useful for some other systems:

Ask your active fronters instead of all your alters. This might work best for polyfragmented systems but still works for smaller systems, too. Yes, active fronters and frequent fronters can change after a while, but it's still better to do what's best for you all npw and what you all want now than think about the possibilities of the future that haven't happened yet. Unless they are like life and death or extremely harmful to y'all, however, it's always necessary to take precautions.

Compromise is not supposed to please everybody 100%. Compromise is supposed to find a solution that 1) You all don't hate as much, 2) Will keep you safe. As long as others agree by at least 50%, the compromise is good. If you find other options, and they please everybody more, then by all means, go for it. But as long as it's safe, and all of you agree by at least a half (or, well, 50%), then that's a good compromise. Perfect solutions don't exist. Not always, at least. At the end of the day, you will still disagree with each other on little things, even if the plan feels and/or is perfect.

Your system structure, ideology, and hierarchy really do decide how you make decisions. There is literally no perfect advice for you out there, not even this post. Some systems have a host, and everything heavily depends on their decisions and how they are affected by what's going to happen. Some systems don't have a host but have a group of people at front who are in charge. Some systems are partial DID systems, some systems are class systems. It's always going to be different. Just because some tips work for some systems doesn't mean they should absolutely work for you.

Create polls if they work for you. Polls might work. Grab a system journal and tell everyone there's an active poll and get their answers (Simply Plural provides that option).

Writing a list of wants and desires. Your alters has a dream? Have them right it down (with consent) and consider it in your next big decision. Or just a decision. Maybe your alter wants chips, and you go out the next day, so you're like, "Oh yeah, lemme buy chips on the way home for them."

Writing a list of pros and cons. Cliché, I know. And gotta admit, never tried it ourselves just yet. But if we did, we'd probably write a general list of pros and cons, then letting our trauma holders and active fronters add some stuff that they want.

Speaking of your trauma holders, listen to your goddamn trauma holders. LISTEN TO THEM. If there's one type of alters who know more about your life and potentially you more than you do, it's your trauma holders. They know what they're talking about. They are not imagining it (this was said due to personal experience and not as an attack). It was, in fact, that bad, and even if you don't believe that, believe them when they say it. If a trauma holder says to get away from somebody or someone, hear them out. Do not dismiss them but have a conversation with them and understand that their opinion on the matter is important. It really helps to put things in perspective.

If you make the decision that will not affect you long-term, hold responsibility for that decision. Hold responsibility always, obviously, but I mean alter-wise. Alert others about it, or front long enough until that decision stops affecting you. Have a safety net in the form of your alters.

Always have a safety net IRL, too. Friends, maybe immediate family if possible, lover, partner system. Know where the nearest hospitals and fire departments are, write down all the emergency numbers. We ourselves created a list on our system notion page where we have names and emergency contacts of the people who we can turn to in case of a crisis, as well as local crisis lines. We also add notes about whether or not we can bring up the system around these people. Even if it's something small, better be prepared than dead (I am well aware a lot of you want to fight me on this, but you know what I mean, no dying. /t /nm)

Will this work for every system? No. But it works for ours. /ref

-host

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vasyandii · 8 months

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Hi, Vasya! I’m sorry, if you wrote it somewhere and I just missed it, but I was wondering, what are Naks relationships with other Chimera members (ok, Krueger is obvious and I remember you writing about Syd). Is it ‘just business’ for her or are they her friends? What does she think of them? Thank you so much!

Hi Thank you so much for the Ask!! Im going to section out by each individual operator if that's okay (I'm really bad at explaining things so please bear with me ;-;)

NAK'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH CHIMERA MEMBERS (+How I think Nak would draw them)

Beforehand: These are just my personal Headcanons from how I interpret their characters and voicelines!

SYD

I briefly mentioned Syd being someone Nak views as an older sister figure in her Bio so I'd like to touch more on that-

Nak, She sees Syd as a sister because Syd's the first person she's comfortable enough to talk about her personal experiences and cares enough about her that Nak shows interest in what Syd as to say. For a long while didn't have a healthy support system before she fled Laos . Being introduced to Syd, she was reluctant and dismissive for the first week or so. However, seeing how Syd was trying to at least be on good terms with her, she thought it was safe enough to give it a chance.

Syd (from her voicelines) is outgoing, friendly, strong-willed, and determined. Nikolai probably asked her to intergrate Nak into the group. Both of them being from wealthy families of people with political/military influence is something they have in common. She understood to an extent why Nak had difficulty trusting people (Not including the whole Naga Trauma stuff) and was willing to take up the challenge.

They hang out during breaks, Nak gets to experience Normal life stuff like a Girls Night, doing her hair, going shopping.

YEGOR

Yegor, having 3 kids himself, probably has an instinct to protect and look out for those who are younger in the field (from His interactions with Rodion and his discomfort with using children during interrogation). He's lowkey concerned abt Nak because she's one of the youngest members in the faction. He knows how people in their early 20s would act from his personal experience but Nak doesn't fit the mold and it's worrying, even if he doesn't say it.

Nak has cried because he called her "kid", she didn't even realize she was crying from that. It was like an inner child healing experience. She initially didn't like him because she felt like he was "treating her as if she's a child" but grew to respect him since they have pasts in organized crime and he feels like her idea of a dad.

NIKOLAI

Nikolai is hard on Nak (alot of cleaning duties, etc.) Because she's one of the youngest people in the faction. " If you wann work here you gotta be good at your job" mindset. He knows that she's a good operator so he pushes her to do her best, with boundaries of course.

Nak thinks of Nikolai as a better version of Naga. She says he's a pain in the ass but really respects him; He got her a job, he accommodated for her issues with routine mental check ups, and his methods with missions is efficient and more her style. She's called him Dad on accident a handful of times, I don't think Nikolai bothered to correct her though.

ISKRA

Iskra doesn't have an opinion on Nak, she respects Nak's ability as an operator but thinks she's a bit strange

Nak thinks Iskra is so cool. She doesn't know how to talk to her because she thinks Iskra is really pretty and admires her relationships with the other female operators. She wants to be friends with her.

Farah

Farah doesn't have an opinion in Nak, doesn't know her that well.

Nak is a bit intimidated by Farah because of her Accomplishments, respects her as an operator

Krueger

She thinks he's stupid and dumb (they kiss)

If you made it this far thank you or reading, the post corrupted initially so that's why it's longer 😭😭

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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life and death (steddie)

this one is inspired by this fanart by lazylittledragon of Steve and Eddie as Life and Death having dinner together at a restaurant good omens style that gave me so many brainworms I immediately went to go write the first half of this. That’s as far as the inspiration goes, though, I took the actual content in a very different direction

Eddie’s no linguist, but he’s pretty sure when people came up with the phrase “Life is a bitch,” this isn't what they meant.

Unfortunately, Life happens to be just that. A massive bitch.

(Perhaps even more unfortunately, he’s also an incredibly attractive one.)

He doesn’t remember being born.

It was at The Beginning Of All Things, so he thinks he can be forgiven for that. Frankly, with all the universes he has to travel daily, it’s a miracle he even remembers yesterday. Nancy would argue that he doesn’t, since yesterday is a useless concept to beings who exist outside of time and space, but what does she know?

He does remember meeting Life, though.

He’d looked him up and down, or as much as one could when they were simply a vague concept with no form or real identity yet. Eddie (who was not yet Eddie) had eyed him back just as warily.

“So,” Life said, “you’re the other guy?”

“Looks like.”

“Hmm.” He gave him a single dismissive look, before casting his eyes down on a universe that was still being formed. “Well, try not to fuck up my things too much.” And before Eddie could snap back that he would fuck up whatever he damn well pleased, he was gone.

It had set a precedent.

“Hello,” Eddie says, kneeling in front of a young woman. Too young, far too young for this, but that's the way it goes. “What’s your name?”

She blinks at him silently. Around them, doctors rush around, shouting instructions that get more frantic by the minute. They ignore his presence in the center of the room.

Finally, the woman licks her lips. “Cass,” she says. “My name is Cass.”

“Well, hello Cass.” He smiles comfortingly. “Do you know who I am?”

“Should I?”

“You tell me.” He straightens up and holds out a hand. After a moment's hesitation, she takes it. The doctors get even louder, but it doesn’t matter. A long, singular beep is lost among the chaos.

She stumbles for a moment when she stands, but he holds her steady. She gasps when she turns around.

“Ah, he says, “you’re getting it now.”

“So this is it then?” She asks, staring down at her own body in the hospital bed.

“In a way,” he shrugs. “Your life as you know it is over, but there’s more to see.”

“Like Heaven?”

“Not quite. Think of it as…another round on the carousel.”

“Rebirth?”

“There you go.” He squeezes her hand encouragingly. “Doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“I don’t know. Will it suck?”

“I don’t know,” he echoes. “You’ll have to tell me when we see each other again.”

She looks at him appraisingly. “You’re Death, then.”

He lets go of her hand to sweep into a bow. “At your service, my lady.”

“You know, I always assumed you’d be more of a dick.”

“People always do.”

“You’re still wearing black though.”

“What, you don’t think it suits me?” He grins when she laughs. It’s true, though. He thinks black looks a lot better on him than the other colors he’s worn.

They chat a bit more. He’s always eager to know about the lives he takes, about the experiences and the jobs and the dreams they had. It makes him a bit sad, but he’s been doing this since before this earth was a speck of atoms and dust. He’s had a long time to come to terms with his job.

Besides, it’s not like it’s really the end. He’ll see her again, be it under a new name and new life. She’s excited about it too, even if she’s a tad bit wary. He understands that.

“Wait,” she says, as they’re finally getting ready to go. “My baby. Will she be okay?”

Eddie looks up, and meets the eyes of one of the nurses. He’s in perfunctory yellow scrubs, hazel eyes peering over his mask. He raises an expectant eyebrow at Eddie before his attention goes back to the baby in his arms. A silent demand to move along.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, watching him, “she’ll be just fine.”

“Is the baby going to be okay?” Eddie asks, depositing a small, glowing marble into a tall vase filled with them.

“Which baby?”

He frowns, even though it’s a fair question. There are a million babies he could be asking about. He gestures to the marble on top of the pile, a little too sarcastic even for him.

“Ah, Cassandra Revis, age 32.” Steve picks up the soul, turning it consideringly in his hands. “I talked to her partner. She’ll be missed.” His eyes glow the same gold color as the marbles, and he says, “The baby’s name is Delilah. She lives a good life. You’ll collect her when she’s 78.”

Eddie nods. 78 is a good, long number for humans. One that doesn’t make his technically-nonexistent heart hurt.

“Why couldn’t you do that yourself?”

“Oh, I could,” he answers cheerfully. “I just wanted to make you do it.”

He doesn’t say he can only see when they’re taken, not what kind of life they live. Steve already knows.

Every so often, they fuck.

It’s not a thing, unless you count the multiple instances where it has absolutely crossed the threshold from lapse of judgment to this is something that will happen again. It shouldn’t have even happened the first time, let alone the times after it. Or the times in the future, but Eddie tries not to think about that.

In his defense, having sex with mortals kills them. Where else is he supposed to get his rocks off? There’s only a select few Beings he would fuck. Robin would rather die, Chrissy is nice, but usually a little too sweet for him. Nancy is always good, but not always what he’s looking for. And Jonathan and Argyle are fine, but they’re really too into each other to pay much attention to him. He loves being the center of attention. Thrives off it, even. And Steve, for all his faults, is excellent at pretending to have complete and utter focus on his partners. As if there’s not billions of different versions of them across this universe alone at that exact point, collecting and giving. As if the only thing that matters is them alone together.

So, yeah. They fuck, and he’s not ashamed of it. He enjoys it, in fact! He’s not too proud to say that. Just…never where Steve can hear and get that stupidly sexy smug look on his face. The one that makes Eddie want to punch him. As if either of them can be harmed.

The thing they don’t talk about. The thing Eddie avoids thinking about. One day, he’ll take them all. Dustin, Max, Lucas, El, Will, Mike, Erica. Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Robin, Chrissy. Steve. One by one, he’s going to have to collect them all, and then he’ll be alone in an empty universe. However short that time is, it terrifies him. He’s never been alone before.

Steve will be the last to go. Maybe that’s why he can’t tear himself away.

(“Is it weird that I’m kind of looking forward to it?” Steve asked once, quietly. They’d been naked, curled together in Steve’s bed. Or, more accurately, the bed Steve conjured for this purpose. His room was bright, in an unnatural way that reminded Eddie of a star. Not that it mattered. If they wanted to sleep all they had to do was close their eyes and will it.

“Looking forward to what?” Eddie asked. “Round four?”

He can feel the eye roll across dimensions. “Dying, numbskull. It’s basically the only thing I haven’t experienced. We know when it’s gonna happen, how it’ll happen, but everything after that is just…blank to me. I can’t see the next Creation.”

His throat feels tight. “That eager to get rid of me?”

“As if you’re not gonna be right there when we meet again,” he huffs. It’s true. Steve comes first, because you can’t have Death without Life. And at the end of Everything, once he’s taken Life, it’ll be the catalyst for a new Beginning. They know all the steps. It’s been ingrained into their very existence since they began.

But they won’t remember this. They’ll be different iterations of themselves. No memories, no knowledge of what happened in the universe before. Just copies with the instructions downloaded into their brains.

He’s been spending too much time on Earth.

“It won’t be the same.”

That makes Steve pause. “No,” he acknowledges quietly. “It won’t be the same.”

#Life and death au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #the others are mentioned but not really in this #stranger things fanfic #i don’t actually know anything about the beliefs surrounding rebirth I just think it’s neat #thanks again to the artist that inspired it <3 #I don’t know what anyone else’s roles in this are so u get to decide <333

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others.

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me.

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone.

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think.

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year.

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it.

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm.

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,” I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise.

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me.

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer.

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out.

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them.

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,” he said, whispering the last sentence.

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl.

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me!

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this.

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand.

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked.

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself.

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone.

Frank: Doing okay?

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better

Frank: I’m glad, honey.

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand.

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to!

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me.

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater.

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him.

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly.

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain.

We got to the coffee place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing.

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there:

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke

Liv: i would be too

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us?

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,” I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man.

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend?

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream.

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what.

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper.

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me.

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly bought them for me.

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front.

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though!

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me.

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release.

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked.

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face.

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does?

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car.

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly.

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More questions to be answered.

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and washed my face.

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience.

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it.

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly.

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning.

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin.

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said.

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life.

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest.

To be safe and sound in his heart forever.

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blog-name-idk · 1 year

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Untitled (Arranged Marriage!Yoongi) | Teaser

Pairing: Chaebol/CEO!Yoongi x Fem!Reader, Final!???? x Fem!Reader

Genre: Chaebol(ish)!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Yoongi is a big ol' butthead for a while, Humor

Summary: Your husband-to-be, Min Yoongi, is a beautiful, gorgeous, cruel asshole. And his friends are no better.

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: 18+

AN: This has been sitting in my WIPs for a while, and is also 100% @hamsterclaw's fault for driving me insane with her Vows series. It's nowhere near finished and I don't actually have an estimated date to begin posting, but it IS his birthday so....

A special thanks to @madbutgloriouspond and @nabiolive for beta-ing what's been written so far! Love you both always and forever.

Also I HATE coming up with titles so this has none at the moment.

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Your first impression of Min Yoongi is that pictures didn't do him justice. There are certainly worse men you could be marrying to get ahead in life, at least from a physical standpoint. If you had met him under other circumstances, you might have been ecstatic.

Unfortunately, your first meeting is to discuss the terms of your engagement and eventual marriage. So that's hiccup number one in terms of establishing some sort of relationship based on mutual affection and attraction.

Hiccup number two is that he is a massive asshole.

You sit wordlessly across from each other in glacial silence as you wait for him to say something, to look at you, to at least fucking acknowledge your presence. But he hasn't so much as glanced your way since your parents and lawyers left the conference room to "allow the new couple a chance to get to know each other," as if this is their idea of a cute first date.

You use the time to study the man you're expected to marry. He's objectively striking with flowing dark hair and smooth, pale skin that has you vaguely wondering about his skincare routine. He almost looks like a doll, and the deathly silence does nothing to dispel the image. Finally, you can't take it anymore.

"So, do you - "

"I'm going to make a few things clear," he cuts you off, and for the first time today he deigns to look you in the eye. His own are dark and beautiful, and the ice in his gaze is matched only by the cold, almost bored quality of his voice. You shut up, too shocked by his rudeness to do anything but stare back.

"I have no interest or desire to be married to you," he says bluntly, stunning you further. "I am doing this out of necessity. Publicly, we'll have to attend events together, but otherwise don't expect me to hold your hand or act like I'm your boyfriend. I have responsibilities that matter, and I don't need you wasting my time with frivolous activities."

It's like the frost radiating from his body is trying to wrap its icy tendrils around your throat, but the flare of irritation at his complete dismissal of you is enough to melt away its bite. Your mind flashes back to the information your investigator had gathered, because you're not stupid enough to agree to marry someone completely blind.

Min Yoongi, 28 years old, only son and heir to Min Hyunsuk, President of Hansol Group. No arrests or convictions on record - at least nothing that couldn't be paid away, probably. He had been speculated to be in a quiet, long-term relationship with his college sweetheart, Kim Yongsun, and his cruel words only add credence to the theory.

You're not an idiot. You weren't expecting some kind of soap opera romance where you and your fiance hit it off and fall madly in love. You would have been satisfied with someone who at least respected you and the partnership, who you could have sex with without wanting to vomit. Those are more than reasonable expectations for a transactional relationship in which both parties are supposed to be benefitting.

Director's boards always seem to think a married man is more reliable than a bachelor, despite half of the assholes having mistresses on the side. You have a niggling feeling that there's some sort of agreement between Yoongi himself and his father, one that stipulates marriage with someone "suitable." Apparently, Yoongi's ex didn't meet his family's standards.

You might have felt bad for the man if he wasn't acting like such a colossal prick before so much as a single hello. Boo-fucking-hoo, he has to marry you instead of the girl he loves. Well, he's the one who made the choice for himself, not you.

You've honed many skills and talents over the years. One of them is being petty to a fault.

So you put the brightest, sweetest smile possible on your face, and for the first time today he wears an expression other than annoyance or bored indifference. He looks surprised.

"As you wish, dear fiance," you reply, saccharine sugar dripping from your voice like poison. "I will put all of my efforts into not inconveniencing you."

His eyes narrow at your tone, but before he can reply, your parents return. You bid a polite farewell, taking great glee in pressing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's cheeks as he gives you a murderous stare, and leave with your father.

"That went very well," he says as you exit the tall glass building, looking satisfied.

"Yes, Yoongi was very charming," you agree pleasantly, resisting the urge to scream when your father nods. He probably wouldn't care if Yoongi hit you behind closed doors as long as it didn't come to light or jeopardize the family name. Or the company's stock prices.

"I'm glad you've finally come around," your father says proudly as your driver pulls up and opens the door for the two of you to get in. "This is the best way you can help our family."

Yeah, I went to business school overseas so I would be a more favorable marriage option to some rich asshole, you think sourly, adjusting the skirt of your dress beneath you so it wouldn't wrinkle. You fucking idiot.

"Of course, father," you reply docilely, folding your hands in your lap as you turn to stare out the window. It galls to swallow down the words you really want to say, but you've long since learned to save your breath.

Besides, it's easier to maneuver when people underestimate you.

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One month and one staged set of proposal pictures later, you're having an ostentatious engagement party so Yoongi can show off his new fiancee. Wait fuck that and fuck him, he's attending as your fiance.

Neither of you are particularly interested in the event, but hell hath no fury like a set of parents who want to show everyone how picture perfect their kids' lives are. And by extension, their own.

You idly wonder if he'll be able to pull off even a modicum of boyfriend behavior, considering he's been just as standoffish every other time you've seen him since that horrible first meeting. He'd once rolled his eyes when you had the audacity to ask how his family was doing, because fuck you for trying to make the best of what's rapidly becoming an incredibly painful situation.

So, because you know it infuriates him, you always greet him with a hug and a kiss he has to reciprocate because others are watching. The veiled fury in his eyes is the only thing that gets you through the meetings.

Plus he has quite kissable lips, which you discovered during the obligatory kiss picture during the proposal shoot. It had actually been quite pleasant to be cradled in his arms, his soft rose petal lips pressed against yours. At least, until you remembered who was holding you.

You're inspecting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup when your phone buzzes.

Yoonyoon I'm here. Hurry up.

God he is such a dick. Giving his phone contact a stupid nickname was the best idea you'd ever had.

You Of course, babe <3

He doesn't respond, of course, and you slip on your heels before leaving your apartment and taking the elevator down. Your eyes fall on the sleek, dark gray car in front of the building and you make your way towards it.

Yoongi is on his phone, and he doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the passenger's seat.

"Took you long enough," he says boredly, as if you hadn't left your unit as soon as you got his message. You take a deep breath and count to ten before pasting a smile on your face.

"Sorry babe, I just wanted to look good for you," you coo obnoxiously, relishing in the way his lips purse together in irritation. He turns to face you, face irate.

"I thought I told you not to - " he shuts up abruptly, eyes widening slightly as he takes you in. His gaze flickers down your body before it settles back to your face, and he looks stunned, like he's never seen you before.

Actually, now that you think about it, this might be the first time he's really looked at you. The night of your engagement party. How hilariously sad.

"Something the matter?" you ask, half expecting him to tell you you look like shit. Your voice seems to snap him back to his senses, and he turns forward again, foot hitting the gas so hard your back thumps into the leather back of your seat.

Asshole.

~~~~~

#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #teaser #arranged marriage yoongi #bts fanfic #happy birthday yoongi boongi

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valentinehorrors · 5 months

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The Mask

"Does your dad know?" Casey Jones asked as he threw a rock at one of the five cans that sat a fair distance away from him and the turtle next to him, he missed. They were on the rooftop again, their rooftop, the same one.

"Yes... It's technically his fault." The turtle said, eyes never leaving the human, he had collected a few rocks as per Casey's request. The human had to find something to do, he couldn't sit still for long.

"It is? How? Did he like, say you were too freaky for the guys?" The human wondered aloud as he went over to Mikey to grab another rock.

"Do you think I'm freaky?" He almost cut Casey off with how quickly he asked, grabbing Casey's wrist to grab his attention.

It worked as Casey's eyes snapped up to Mikey's and that same shiver went through him, so cold. Casey opened his mouth to answer.

"You can't lie to me. I know lies, they're as familiar as breathing oxygen." Mikey's head tilted a bit as he carefully observed Casey's face, icy eyes memorizing every detail.

The human hesitated, that was something he hadn't felt in a bit, fight or flight. That's weird, it's just Mikey...

"Okay... Yeah, kinda, but!" Casey glanced at the grip that Mikey had on his wrist, he could feel the cold through his sleeve. "It's not a bad thing though, plenty of people say I'm freaky." He dismisses with a nervous smile.

Mikey's eyes scanned from his forehead to his chin one more time before he finally let go, allowing Casey to take a rock from the pile he held in his arms. Casey held the rock for a second, it was his turn to look at Mikey's face, trying to observe in much the same way. But it gave no results as Mikey's face was stone cold, conveying no emotion, as monotone as his voice. He was staring again, he turned back to the cans lined up on the wall, "So... that it?"

"Not exactly... He was afraid."

"Really?" He missed again, cursing a bit under his breath as he got another rock from Mikey, he was starting to wonder if Mikey ever blinked. "Splinter don't come off as the, oh shit I'm scared of my kid type. He didn't like... treat you like shit behind your brothers' back did he?"

"No, he only expressed... concern. When we were very young, he simply expressed that perhaps it'd be better if I tried being a child. He thought I was acting a bit older than I was."

Casey had missed again, too focused on paying attention to Mikey. "Shit, sorry, I swear I'm usually better at this... But anyway." Those eyes, Leo had blue eyes too but they weren't anywhere near like Mikey's, and then it clicked. "Ooohhh... He said you should act like a kid."

"So I did." Mikey confirmed as this time he brought the rock to Casey. "Aside from my brothers, the only other media we had access to were comic books and cartoons. I built my mask with them as a guide. It stuck."

As Casey took the rock, Mikey quickly grabbed Casey's hand this time, the human's fight or flight almost kicked in again as he jumped. It's just Mikey, seriously Jones, keep your cool. Why did Mikey make him so jumpy?

"For the longest time that's all we had in terms of human exposure. Just shows and comics..." Mikey let the other rocks drop onto their nearby wall, using his other hand to take Casey's fingerless glove off.

Both confused and curious, Casey let him, something in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't be letting Mikey be so casual this close.

The turtle's fingers traced Casey's knuckles of each finger, "I knew you were warm, but it's different to actually feel it." He traced Casey's palm with his thumb, it caused the human to shiver again. "And all our differences..." His thumb went down to Casey's wrist, under his sleeve, right at his pulse. Mikey's eyes snapped back up to Casey's and the human almost forgot to breathe.

"Your heart..." Mikey stepped closer, they were inches apart, no doubt Mikey could feel Casey's breathing. Had it quickened? Did he actually forget to breathe?

"It's beating..."

What's happening?

"So fast..."

Was this...?

"I feel it..."

Fear...?

"In your blood..."

They were almost pressed against each other now with how close they were. Mikey's thumb was still on his pulse. Casey couldn't help as he gulped, looking into those cold eyes, so close now. Was he seeing things or were the blues in his eyes shifting a bit?

He doesn't know how much time passed, just them staring at each other. They were just staring at each other and Casey could feel the adrenaline start to flood his system, acting as though he was about to get in a fight. And then those eyes of ice were backing away as a rock was placed back into his now bare hand. Without a word, Mikey stepped back and went back to leaning against the wall.

Casey stared at Mikey for a few more seconds before looking down at the rock, turning it over in his palm a few times. He slowly exhaled, his breathing and heart calming down a bit before he looked back towards the cans and threw.

He smirked as he heard the satisfying clank of rock hitting metal, the can falling down into an alley below. The human looked back at the icy turtle.

Mikey had gotten into the habit of letting his mask hang around his neck to show Casey he had dropped his persona, as such, there it currently lay, rustling a bit as a light breeze brushed past.

Casey then smiled in satisfaction as the adrenaline calmed down "Ha!" He chuckled a bit as he pointed at Mikey who tilted his head much like a dog's when it's confused, ignoring the slight shaking of his ungloved hand, "You do blink!"

And for the first time since they started having their meetings, Casey saw one of Mikey's genuine true smiles. "Yes, I do."

#tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt 2012 #mikey x casey #teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere mikey #tmnt mikey #tmnt casey jones #obsession #unmasked mikey #tmnt fanfiction #yandere #tmnt casey 2012 #casey jones

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Y'all, I find the reception of XO, Kitty so dissapointing.

TL; DR: The underlying homophobia/biphobia/lesbophobia/misoginy towards Yuri as potential and viable endgame which I don't think would have happened if she were yet another hot guy.

The straight-baiting marketing of this show was absolutely genius and I loved that Jenny Han, who writes the straightest central romances to ever romance (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, The Summer I Turned Pretty), actually initiated a series with such visibly queer storylines and then literally jumped into this sort-of-interracial, sapphic romance centered around a bi+ character. I could see Han trying to be more inclusive in her past on-screen works, but this was incredible.

No you don't understand. There was this point midway through the show where I thought I was in a fever dream and watching wishful fanmade content because I couldn't believe an IRL Netflix show could actually give us this. My mind was blown.

So you'll understand that I was fully bamboozled to see that social media is swamped with Min-ho fangirls pretending like Yuri doesn't even exist. I love Min-ho too, but am I the only one who also saw so many signs that point to a future Yuri x Kitty?

First, for the narrative satisfaction of their moms being best friends in the past!

... and to complete Kitty's coming of age! Kitty, growing up in the cisheteronormative Song-Covey household, made the oversight of initially operating under the assumption that she exclusively likes boys and that she has mastered the art of relationships. That's already been debunked partway by her breakup with her first boyfriend who was supposed to be endgame, and is only going to be sealed further if she ends up with a girl in a long-term relationship. (And no, of course she doesn't have to "end up" with a girl for her queer identity to be valid, but I think it just makes the most narrative sense to have that unfold in the story as her worldview alters.)

Here I present to you: my pet peeves in the XO, Kitty fandom

hyping up parallels between Peter x LJ and Minho x Kitty scenes claiming that this means Minho x Kitty may be endgame. They literally have to reach and dig for those because the most parallels are between Peter x LJ and Yuri x Kitty, right from the scene that they bumped into each other! Kitty has also shown zero romantic interest in Minho so far, as opposed to her very keen interest in Yuri.

People finally addressing the elephant in the room like "Ugh, Yuri is probably going to be endgame. 🙄 I want Minho instead!!" like it's such a disappointing or borderline gross outcome. Yuri is a much more intense enemies-to-lovers character than Minho. She is beautiful, kind, and fun with a little bit of bite, everything that Minho is plus Kitty is falling for her hard.

Being real here—If you think Yuri is a boring love interest or kind of a b*tch while Minho is simply a fun old enemies-to-lovers character, I am begging you to check your biases. You, a straight woman, may only see hostile fictional women as competitiion and hostile fictional men as ... well, kinda hot. However, Kitty is bi+ and she could see them both as viable romantic interests, equally. Yes, Yuri has done more malicious things than Minho, but then again she has had a harder time this academic year than Minho. You are obviously still allowed to like Minho better, as long as you're not dismissing the struggles of and flattening a strong female character. Misoginy and homophobia make an ugly combo, y'all. Trust me, you don't want any part in that.

(Additional unpopular opinion: I'm going to get crucified for this but I genuinely think Kitty is too boring for Minho in the same way that Dae was too boring for Kitty. He seems to be into her only from the Halo Effect. Minho is my child and I squeal whenever he's on screen and I hope to see him finding someone actually fun!)

Saying that Kitty’s crush on Yuri was just a token plot point with no real basis or depth. While there is some unrealistic family drama in the show, it's all still credible. Fiction is supposed to bring in imaginative elements and try to keep things grounded. Regardless, I'm never going to be the person who says that a wild and shocking bi- or gay-awakening is unrealistic. As a queer person, let me tell you that it is just as wild and confusinh for us IRL.

Besides, many cishet people actually do not care if (or is hateful when) the MC is bi, that I doubt how much it “helps” with marketing. (That's why queerbaiting exists, folks.) Also, have you seen Kitty in TATBILB? That's a bi preteen right there if I've ever seen one.

"Stop trying to invalidate other people's ships!" I will say this once: I don't care if you ship Kitty with Min-ho, or Dae, or anyone else that's not Yuri. I DON'T CARE! Frankly, good for you because straight ships have better luck out there anyway, ya know? I am simply begging you to not reduce a queer person's nuanced concerns about dismissal of sapphic fictional characters to petty fandom arguments. Read the room, guys. Please.

This is such a crucial show to many of us. I just want y'all to understand that this is just a little bigger than your celebrity crush on a hot guy whose character you're rooting for. We never, ever get contemporary slice-of-life romcom sapphic rep (and Netflix is notorious for cancelling sapphic shows, too). Please don't be dismissive of a perfectly good possible ending! We want to give Netflix every reason to renew this show, and give Han every reason to allow Kitty to flourish just the way she plans to! (This is me begging y'all to not influence the writers into swerving last-minute towards a sloppy Minho endgame, though I do trust her better than that.)

I hope that Netflix renews the show, even if it's through the excitement of straight people in denial LMAO. And then I hope it treats us with a glorious sapphic ending.*

*(Aaaand I can already imagine the cishet women in the audience complaining online about what a terrible person Kitty is for leading Min-ho on and then dumping him, and how she and Yuri are both awful and totally deserve each other. Music to my ears.)

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as someone who is also trying to overhaul their entire wardrobe after throwing out fast fashion pieces,, do you have any specific brands you like, advice on places to get clothes for long-term wear, etc? ty!!

thank you for asking! this is a long post but it's been my life for a bit now so i would suggest reading through it to skip the learning stages that i went through the hard way! there is some important and useful info here :) brand recs at the end

i would suggest looking for vintage or secondhand clothes first and foremost bc that's how you can find quality pieces for a reasonable price :)

if you want pure longevity, synthetics like polyester, nylon, elastane, etc will last not only your lifetime but your grandchildrens' too. they can be quite comfortable sometimes BUT:

they will likely break down in hundreds of years

they are NOT biodegradable and so will break down into microplastics and toxic microfibers

for me and a lot of others, you will notice the difference in quality in synthetics vs fabrics like cotton and virgin wool. i refuse to buy synthetics for the above reasons but also bc they just Feel Worse idk how to explain iykyk (tip especially valuable for autistic ppl)

brands: all depend on style so look for the styles you like/want to dress in on pinterest, then track down the original designer of the dress! from there you can search irl places or plug the designers into apps like:

vinted: cheaper vintage or second hand clothes from all sorts of brands

vestiare collective: more high-end, pieces are authenticated and usually in great condition

GEM: a gem of a site truly, accumulates all the finds from your search from different websites like ebay, etc

depop: honestly not the biggest fan but can be good sometimes! make sure to buy vintage/secondhand and ask sellers for the brand to not get sold an aliexpress dupe for 100 bucks

vintage shops: especially good for accessories like belts and ties. vintage shops usually have much better stuff than charity shops

kilo sales: THE BEST PLACES IRL in my opinion i got a 2k+ virgin wool coat for £20 . honestly in my experience kilo sales are great. check out Worth the Weight if you're in the UK!

remember that brand history matters! for example vivienne westwood has a great reputation as luxury punk but the pieces produced in recent years are actually very low in quality, defintely not worth the money for a lot of people! pay for quality, not just the name :) same goes for jean paul gaultier's recent pieces imo.

additional VERY USEFUL tips:

the standard zipper used by most of the companies making your garments is YKK. if you look at any zipper you're wearing rn and inspect it closely chances are you'll see YKK engraved on it. before buying a piece check that it has opti or riri zippers - this is some indication of a higher quality

one of the first things to do before buying a piece is to immediately check the materials it's made of!! the tag detailing materials is usually towards the bottom of the garment . i immediately dismiss things that have higher than 5% synthetics but i'm just rly picky w materials

EACH MATERIAL HAS DIFFERENT USES !!! BUT GENERALLY: virign wool is the best kind of wool, full-grain leather is better than most other kinds of leather, mulberry silk is better than other kinds of silk

brand recs:

yohji yamamoto, yehufan (i own a skirt by him!!), marina eerrie, ann demeulemeester, jw anderson, solovair for shoes (much better than docs), maison (martin) margiela (esp artisanal line 0), miu miu (i wear their beret i thrifted for £15 almost every day), valentino esp pre 2021 , lemaine , undercover older pieces , early raf simons , ...honestly there's a lot, if you need more send another ask or DM :)

p.s. if u can go runway shows etc go to the sample sales afterwards sometimes the pieces there are gorgeous !! but sometimes v pricey :')

all recommendations and advice, don't take my word as gospel and defintely do your own research + formulate ur own opinions ! hope this helps ♡

#alternatively take a flight to sweden and a train to malmö and go to the cute vintage stores there #asks #anon #fashion

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enterpris · 4 months

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An Education in Attraction, Chapter 13

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: none

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

Your mood remains neutral for the rest of the week leading up to classes, and you try to approach the second term with a cautious optimism.

The first day of your second term is hot and bright, the sun blazes through the window of your dorm and beats down through the cloudless sky on campus. It’s still summer in Tokyo, and the sun has come back with a vengeance after your stormy break.

After spending breakfast enjoying your friends’ company at a cafe off campus, the three of you walk towards your new building across the grounds. As you wind down the brick paths, strong branches block the worst of the sun and a light breeze drifts through the buildings, cooling your face.

Your first class of the day, Implementing Classroom Lessons, is in one of the newer buildings of the Education division- the warm brick walls and low entrances house the more intimate classrooms and lecture halls for the advanced teaching classes. As your trio searches for your classroom on the first floor, you recognise some of the other students in your program and are struck by just how much has changed since you began classes five months ago.

While you’d felt welcome on campus since the beginning, completing the first term and delivering speeches at the conferences has been a sort of crucible, binding your cohort of students together. Your group follows your peers to the correct room down the hall.

Full bookshelves line two of the walls and the front is dominated by a long chalkboard, giving the room an intimate, cluttered feel. While you initially hadn’t been fond of the scratch of chalk or the mess it brings, chalkboards have remained popular in high schools in Japan and you’ve come to associate them with teaching. The final wall offers high windows that look out onto the campus and bring in natural light.

You settle beside Saito near the front of the room and prepare a fresh document for notes before turning to face your colleagues and chat.

There’s a comfortable and warm energy in the classroom- it vibrates with the conversation of your peers catching up with each other and an overall enthusiasm to begin courses. The dusty smell of chalk and the old books makes the room feel homey.

A flash of silver on the periphery of your vision catches your eye. It could just be the bright white of an open notebook, but you know better. Your stomach drops and you train your eyes on the front of the room.

He’s magnetic though, and you glance back at Gojo for just a moment before he reaches the back of the room and slouches into a seat. He seems as unengaged with your classmates as he had last term. It's a stark difference from the animated speaking and camaraderie he offered you at the conference.

Even though this room is darker than the previous classroom you shared, he keeps his shades on and head down, even while he idly scrolls on his phone.

Soon after Gojo enters, your professor calls attention to the front of the room and passes around copies of the syllabus. You center your attention on the new professor and lose yourself in the material. Between the key dates and projects for this course, there's plenty of moving parts to prioritize over your former partner. The rest of the class passes quickly, a blend of instructions and lecturing from the professor.

By the time he dismisses your class you’ve completed several pages of notes and are already thinking of how to organize your time to meet the reading deadlines. You notice that Gojo's already left by the time you walk out the door.

When you head towards your second class, you can’t help but wonder if Gojo will be there too. It’s possible that he may have tested out of the Assessments class you’ll have next- after all, with three degrees already completed, he’s surely had more experience with exams and testing than anyone else in the cohort.

Luck isn’t on your side though. As usual, he enters the classroom nearly late, and finds a seat in the back of the room.

His presence isn’t enough to dampen your mood though- creating fair and accurate assessments is crucial as a teacher, and you’ve never had formal training on how to build a good test. You try to ignore his presence the best you can.

Similar to your first course, the majority of the period is dedicated to an initial lecture describing the importance of testing structures, the elements of design you will cover throughout the course, and how this class will build on the courses you’ve already taken. When your professor releases the class, you linger in the room to schedule the first review session with Kuzume and Saito.

Many of your classmates filter out of the classroom quickly, but you’re too engrossed in your conversation to notice that Gojo hangs back at his desk until you gather your things to leave.

Walking back out onto campus after a successful first day, you can’t help but feel energized and truly optimistic.

Your renewed vigor makes you eager to get a jump on your first assignments. Since it’s still the early afternoon you stop by the annex of the library and grab one of the smaller tables. The space is so much livelier than when you had visited over the break, student conversations and shuffling pages echo off the domed roof.

The table is soon covered with the syllabi, your planner, and your laptop as you try to organize your schedule for the coming weeks. You’d managed to stay ahead of schedule last term by managing your time carefully, and you’d like to be just as successful with this round of classes.

It’s easy to lose yourself in the stream of assignments and readings, and in the first week of the term, you allow yourself to be swept up in planning and school work. You meet with Kuzume and Saito for a “study group,” but so early in the term your session consists more of chatting and laughing together than actual review.

As the end of summer slowly draws nearer, your days get busier and your nights become long once more, filled with readings and careful note-taking.

Due to the nature of your classes this term, your professors are very hands on in the lectures and classroom assignments. You’re regularly asked to participate in discussions based on the initial readings and interact with your peers.

Most of your classmates offer their opinions and speak more openly with each other, but Gojo remains silent and distant. Since the symposium, you’ve given each other a wide berth, and you’re sure that as time passes, you’ll feel the loss of his friendship less keenly. Your busy schedule helps to keep him off your mind.

On Sunday following the first week of classes, you’re enjoying the afternoon in your bright and cozy room. The good weather has held up, and if the gray weather over summer break mirrored your gloomy mood then, this sunny day couldn’t be a better indicator of your mood today. You're trying to get through the next chapter of the text for the Assessments class, and even though you’re not feeling particularly inspired by this author, you’re eager for the new knowledge.

You take a moment to stretch, then light a candle. The section is due for class tomorrow, so you try to pull your focus back to the reading. You crack the book back open, but before you can begin to re-focus, there's a knock on your door.

Kuzume probably wants to grab lunch, and having something to eat will help you focus as you read. You grab your student ID and crack the door without a second thought, but the man standing in front of your room stops you in your tracks.

Gojo is here. Now.

You stare at him for a moment, mind abruptly blank.

“Hello?” you ask dumbly.

“Hey.” He peers down over the rims of his glasses. “Can I come in?”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #light academia #reader insert #jjk x reader #gojo #EiA

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 months

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random thought of the night: do you think Alice and Bella would be best friends if Bella wasn't human?

Hi Anon!

Short answer: no, I don't.

TBH I don't think Alice and Bella's bff-style friendship would last as a genuine thing in canon, tbh.

Full disclosure: I never read Midnight Sun beyond hitting ctrl+f to skim for Alice and Jasper content, so take this with a grain of salt.

Let's have a look at what we're working with. In canon, Alice is Edward's sister, a Cullen, and a vampire. Those are the things that draws Bella to Alice.

Those are all things that Bella wants, and Alice can get her access to - she promises Bella that she'll change her if Edward doesn't in New Moon. And Bella plays along - she complains a lot about Alice's make-overs and Alice's interests, but she still goes along with it all. We see Alice come to her rescue multiple times, but Bella never really offers the mutual emotional involvement - which is really all she can offer Alice. When Alice talks about what she found out about her history in New Moon, Bella 'doesn't know what to say' and the moment is skipped over. Now, this could be reflective of Meyer's bad writing, because it's a hugely missed opportunity to establish these two as very close friends. But by skipping over it for whatever reason, it has the opposite impact - Bella feels dismissive of Alice's discovery (and there's a whole freakin' TED talk about Alice's story and how it should have been approached, but I'll save that for a rainy day.)

So it appears that Bella sees Alice as a lifeline, and Alice is literally performing teenage girl friendship because she has no reference point, her gift makes time and space a very odd thing, and she hasn't been 19 in 90 odd years. Bella won't call her out on how Alice approaches their friendship, lest she compromise her hopes and dreams of joining the Cullens. It's a mess.

We don't see Alice and Bella interact enough after Bella's change to really get an idea of how their relationship changes; Bella's on better terms with Rose because of Renesmee, so there would absolutely be some kind of shift. Alice no longer has anything Bella wants or needs, and Renesmee neutralises Alice's visions. The dynamic will absolutely change, and I think Alice and Bella would be sisterly but not close.

The other thing is that three of the four Cullen women have an invested interested in motherhood and children - arguably you have some kind of triptych of motherhood: Rose who longed for a child that would never come, Esme who lost a child through circumstance, and Bella who has the perfect child. That leaves Alice very much on the outside.

But you're offering that Bella is supernatural from the beginning. And that makes things a lot more interesting. Full disclosure, this really depends on what kind of supernatural being Bella is; if she's half- or full-blood, and just a whole lot of variables. There's a difference between Bella having the Wolf gene vs Bella being a mermaid/fae/angel etc based on what we know about the Pack in canon. So, again, grain of salt.

First of all, depending on what kind of genetics Bella has, Alice might not be able to see her in her visions. That means the Cullens cannot guarantee that Bella will not cause harm to them or their cover story. That also means that Bella and the Cullens might recognise each other's species, which could go either way - does that make them allies or enemies? It also puts Bella and Edward on similar footing - Bella is no longer as vulnerable, with the possibility that she doesn't need anything from the Cullens, meaning she has very few reasons to befriend Alice.

In fact, you could even see something of a power struggle between Alice and Bella over who gets Edward's attention; the new love vs the beloved sister. There's also the possibility that either Bella or Alice does try to extend the arm of friendship and the other rejects it out of suspicion and fear. There's also the possibility that they do form a friendship of sorts; not bffs, but something to build on.

So I guess the answer is no with a but: they wouldn't be bffs, but they definitely still could be friends and sisters.

#asks #bella swan #alice cullen

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Has WL ever met fpks new kids? If so how would she feel about them?

I do think she's seen them all at least once. By the time they're all born, she's moved back into her Queen's Garden mansion, so visiting her would be much safer. And because FPK wants to remain on good terms, he does pay her visits from time to time. During some of them, he'd bring his kids - first Lewk, then all of them after the twins were born.

He made sure to ask WL if she's okay with that prior to bringing them, of course. Since they used to be married, she might have not felt comfortable with seeing them, though in reality she didn't mind at all. She's never planned to have children anyway, so seeing FPK's kids didn't make her feel upset. She is happy for him, and so she treats his children with kindness, for his sake (and because she's trying to be a better person in general). Them being Grimm's offspring does irk her a little bit, she finds him incredibly irritating so the association is hard to ignore, but she reminds herself that it's unfair to judge the kids like that. Besides, Grimm has proven to be far more responsible and mature than she expected of him, so that's a big point in his favor. Even if they still bicker every time they see each other.

The kids would be curious about her, though I could see the twins being a little scared, especially Milo. She's big and bright, and their eyes are sensitive to bright lights, so I think they would prefer to stay cuddled in FPK or Grimm's arms, but Asta would definitely peek at her with interest. Lewk is a curious, chatty kid, so he would ask WL all kinds of questions, her bright light not bothering him as much as it does his siblings. In the past, she would've acted dismissive of him and his irritating questions, but that exact mindset made her blind to FPK's needs and led to her hurting him without realizing, so she's trying her best to show interest (the interactions are quite awkward, but she's trying).

The visits aren't very frequent, though, FPK and WL have their own lives now, and with the long distance between Dirtmouth and Queen's Garden, they don't get many opportunities to visit one another. But that's life, I think they both understand that. With how their marriage went, it could be surprising to some that they even stay in contact, but FPK is pretty forgiving. More than she deserves, to be fair. But at least it gives her a chance to improve as a person.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #wl #fpk

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Idk if you've written this before but may I please have some jealous riddlers 💕 thank you

Jealous? Me?

Edward Nygma X Reader

I love the way you think, anon 👀

Also, I didn't expect to go in a slightly angsty route, but hey, here it is.

💚 Arkhamverse

He likes to think he never gets jealous, why would he? It's not as if one can reach his level, match the likeness of his calibre, why, he'd laugh at the faces who think they will ever have the intention of making him feel inferior by trying their chances with you. Like I said, that's what he likes to think.

It's not that he's crazy possessive, but he is crazy possessive. Not in the objectifying way, no, he respects you to even consider you as a mere pawn, disposable whatever— you're his equal! And those who try to take his equal will be batman bait!

It's easy to spot when he's jealous. For one, he doesn't get jealous when you show clear signs of being uninterested, dismissive even, he knows not to feel shitty about himself. But when it's those he knows are better than him, as much as he denies it because he believes he's the best of the best, oh gosh he will seethe.

Those who seems to be less than he is in terms of being problematic, less bratty and irritating, extremely emotional with no proper way of releasing it without destroying a whole room and cursing your existence... Those who would most likely take care of you then you take care of them.

💚 Gotham

He will boil in silence, simmer for about a minute and be distant, then spill over, tears and all. He's angry with himself that he can't be a man who will take care of you and try as he may, he will never aspire to the level he wants.

And in his despair and inability to reflect about himself, he turns against you. He blames you for cheating on him, just as the others were doing to him. And it will take a lot to convince him otherwise.

Petty and passive aggressive.

The "Why don't you spend more time with N, clearly you like them better" type of jealous.

At this point, which of the Riddler iterations do not have self-esteem issues?

At first he'd be angry at you, then the third person, then he'd pander about why you'd rather 'hang out' with the other person, realise he might be the problem. Was he too clingy? Is it the fact he tends to be overwhelming? Then he'd start feeling sorry for himself and lock himself in a room where he might cry himself to sleep, spiral into a self-loathing bender until someone pries him out of it.

Come along to reassure him that no one will replace him and that you forgive him for snapping at you, even then the damage is done. Self-loathing, to a degree, is harmful to one's self but it's the way they handle it. He hates himself, that he wants to change himself as well instead of just wallowing in it, especially if you were there to reassure him. You don't deserve this version of him, he knows, and so he thrives to change.

He'd become more understanding of you and perhaps less jealous. There's still a tinge of it sometimes, but it's not as worse and he's working on it.

💚 Batman Unburied

Here's the fun thing— he doesn't.

First of all, it takes long for him to get into a relationship with you and the whole thing was a matter of 'Will they or won't they' due to trust issues. Because in the rogue circles, one cannot be trusted wholly. You never knew when you swore oaths to watch each others back, only for them to have a knife against. So you best be prepared to bring your gun to this knife fight.

Anyways, it took long for him to feel comfortable of the concept of commitment and comfort... At the early stages of the relationship, with zero labels, he was worried you were disloyal... Not in the "What if they're cheating on me" kind of disloyal, but "What if they're a spy sent by whoever rogue I double-crossed that is catered to my type and is planning to enact revenge on me" kind of disloyal. He's had way too many types of those relationship... Not specifically as stated above, but let's just say he's been betrayed.

But when he's tested the waters, he was happy to simply stay in it, not wanting to leave. It was the best goddamn thing and he's going to cherish it forever.

He wouldn't settle in a relationship if he has doubts about the relationship, even the littlest tinge of jealousy. When he is in a relationship with you, he knows you well, and he doesn't have to worry about anything at all.

Come on, who would be dumb and desperate to settle for those who make them question the validity of a relationship when you witness your other half interacting with another? Not him.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #arkhamverse riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler #Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Reader #batman unburied riddler x reader #batman unburied riddler #gotham edward nygma #gotham riddler x reader #anon

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