#he is not yet acquainted with the need for physical affection

[heartfullofleeches]

“I've heard dreams are a pleasant escape for some people. Is it strange that all of my dreams revolve around you?"

fucking sobbing i love him so much (dea uses any pronouns right?)

id do everything i can to praise them in any/every way for the smallest things. theyre literally the sweetest. Any input on how they’d react if we just started calling them our spouse/partner out of the blue one day? -zs

[Using he/they for this fic but yes, Dea uses any pronouns. ]

Dea enjoyed grocery shopping with you. While the deity could simply will the ingredients needed for your meals into existence - there was something special about going out in public while at your side. They aren't one to boast about your relationship, but it's nice to have other bare witness of it. Their heart fills with joy whenever a human sees you as potential interest - only to be detered once they see the god lucky enough to reach you first hovering over your shoulder.

The two of you stand in line at checkout when someone calls your name from afar. If you noticed Dea taking a step closer as the familiar face approached you paid no attention to it. They squeeze your hand gently as you engage in conversation with your acquaintance. The god had finally worked up the courage to ask for your hand- Not in marriage, but at least whilst you were out and about. Dea had been quite fortunate when it came to your relationship however they doubted you'd go even to those lengths with them.

Alas - a god could dream-

"So who's this behind you?"

"Oh, right you moved away before I met them. This is Dea.. We've been together for a few years now- They're my spouse."

".S...."

Spouse? Surely they misheard you. Dea felt blessed just being able to hold your hand. Spouse. The word repeats in their head. A beautiful, yet hauntingly cruel title. How could you call them your spouse when they hadn't even presented you with a ring yet? Could they even obtain a piece of jewelry on that would properly convey their eternal devotion to you before you lost interest and moved on? Spouse.. They're you're spouse. What could they have possibly done to deserve this honor?

Your vision distorts as a hitched breath tickles your ear. You look up to see Dea - hiding the glittery tears building in their eyes and the cracks forming along their skin with their robes. You bite pass the dizziness you feel as their physical form slips to grip their hand tighter as they sob.

"Dea...Are you.. okay?"

'I'm fine... I am more than alright, My Grace, I just - got a little overwhelmed. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me. I promise you not a single day will go by without me expressing the depths of my affections towards you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dea...." You kiss away their tears, dropping your voice to a whisper.

"But we really have to work on getting you outside without tearing a hole in my reality."

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere #Dea my oc #yandere fluff #soft yandere

[moronkombat]

Baraka needs some more love for sure. Can I request some sfw and nsfw headcanons please? Thank you again! Super excited to see what you write! ❤️ You can write him however you want!

it is time

SFW

Baraka has lost everything and everyone. He may not have yet lost himself completely but there not much left to lose

Finding a partner after the death of his family not even a thought in his mind

He had come to accept his role as leader of those afflicted with this sickness.

The other choice was to lay down and die and there many moments in the past where Baraka thought that would he should do but never did he commit

Acceptance of his disease the only solace found for a long and lonely time

He'd never dreamed to be meeting somebody like you

It had not been instantaneous, nothing of the sort. Just a chance encounter to slowly becoming acquaintances over time

The two of you work together, trying to benefit the people in the colony he leads

You were the only one willing to bring supplies. Everyone else is far too fearful but you wanted to help

That is essential in Baraka's partner. They must be helping and kind. He has been hated by many so a glimpse of kindness really catches his attention

It is that kindness that blooms his attraction to you but he is reserved with this new feeling

Baraka is very aware of his situation and health. This holds him back from approaching a potential partner and, instead pines for them quietly

He is so touch starved, unable to make contact with anyone really

Then he looks to you and how desperately he wants to hold you in his arms. Baraka wonders what you'd feel like close to him or if you would be worried he's mutations would cut you

Baraka never intends to know as he will not approach his partner first. He would be eternally pining for you in despair

So his partner must be willing to seek out Baraka's company instead and even then there is hesitation

He is exceptionally cautious with his partner, almost refusing to make physical contact with you

It not that he doesn't want to touch you, he very much so does. He wants that more than anything but he is scared

Baraka needs a partner who can validate his apprehensions and truly listen to them

There are many emotions hiding inside him and to have a partner slowly bring them to the surface and then just let him release them is a true gift

Slowly Baraka begins to indulge in those ghostly touches as time goes on

They are very light and subtle, just lightly brushing his hand to yours and this is how things will continue for sometime

His partner must be very patient and understanding with him especially when he apologies for his hesitation

It is during one of those apologies where a first kiss is shared. While his disease has mangled his face, his partner will still find ways to normalize all the typical physical sensations lovers engage in

Baraka cannot kiss you but you can kiss him. Lips places against teeth while hands hold each other dearly

How he reciprocates the gesture is to lay his forehead against your own. He does this to feel close and exposed to you

Baraka is a very caring lover but also shy and reserved in his affections

He does worry about his partner's safety and health, terrified that he will condemn you to death just as his wife and children were

A resilient partner helps settle those constant fears and when he feels your hands hold his and your lips against his teeth, the world feels a bit safer

He is also very protective of you but not suffocatingly so. He would prefer for you not to participate in dangerous situations but just you being next to him could be considered dangerous

Baraka becomes anxious when you are away from him. He worries that you may not return, that something may happened to you. He is so used to losing that it will take him time to accept that you are here to stay

NSFW

He is not immune to the call of pleasure. He too is but a man and one so desperate to feel the touch of another

Yet Baraka still hesitant and careful but he cannot help himself from trembling under your touch

He longs for you, taking in your scent as he holds you close

Wild thoughts circle in this head about what hides from him under those fabrics you wear

Hands seem to grip onto tighter but it is a merely fleeting second before he withdraws from you

Yet he cannot ignore the lust in his loins and so he masturbates quite frequently

He makes sure he is completely and utterly alone, not wanting anyone to discover this indecent sin

He is very vocal when masturbating, grunting and groaning as he hand pumps and squeezes

Baraka thinks of all he wishes to experience with you and how he wishes to explore your body

He will masturbate for quite sometime, going multiple rounds in one setting until finally he is sated

Still, Baraka is quiet about these ever lingering desires. He does not approach you with them

It is only when you catch him pleasuring himself that he can no longer hide

His partner is happy to help Baraka relieve himself, your lips coming to wrap so snug around his girthy length

Baraka is a rather large fan of receiving oral. He cannot get enough of your cheeks hollowed out around him or those gagging noises you make as he thrusts his hips

Prefers to cum on your tongue and face, painting you oh so sticky and then watching as you lick his cock clean

Baraka's tempo in the bedroom tends to shift and vary

He often starts out tamed and even, fucking his partner missionary so that he feels close and intimate with them

It does not last, however. Blood is pumping and his thoughts become so corrupted

He moves faster, harder and with command. The grunts become snarls and his grip on your hips begin to bruise

Baraka's sense of control is thrown to the win, his bestial and carnivorous fury taking hold of his mind

He is fueled to breed you, to fill you up again and again with his seed and Baraka has lost himself

You are fucked like a whore, like a dog, with him driving into you from behind and a hand at the back of your head forcing you down

He finishes inside you again and again, ravaging all that you are

Once he has finally drained himself empty the madness subsides and his senses return

Baraka will cradle you in his arms then, holding you close as you two lay together

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat fanworks #mortal kombat headcanons #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mk baraka #baraka x reader

[flowerandblood]

The Pearl and the Sapphire Epilogue

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, oral sex, kissing, sexual tension, trauma ]

[description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request + my sweet @valeskafics)]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in modern times. The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Series moodboard: Aemond & Miss Baratheon & Baratheon House + Vhagar

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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He couldn't help the strange kind of satisfaction he felt as he packed her suitcase into his car. She was only going to stay for the weekend, casually, to explore the city - at least that's what they told her father, even though they could tell Borros didn't believe them.

However, he noticed a change in him after his visit to the therapist. He thought that Borros considered his gesture to be an expression of true affection towards his daughter.

He didn't dare ask him if he was going to go to another appointment, and he wasn't going to tell him yet that he was supposed to talk to his therapist remotely in a week and continue their conversation.

Even though what he was talking about was difficult for him and he felt ashamed, on the other hand he finally felt relief. Whoever this man was, he was able to accurately assess the reasons for his behavior, justifying his theories with mechanisms that he was only now beginning to notice in himself.

He didn't feel judged either.

The thought that he did some things unconsciously, trying to fill the emptiness and deficiencies he felt in himself, made him look differently at what he had done in the past, what he was looking for in Alys.

The need for closeness without emotional involvement to avoid being hurt, objectification of oneself and the other person to maintain an appropriate distance.

It all made sense.

His therapist asked him what he felt when he first saw his friend and why, what he thought about her.

He was ashamed to admit that she had aroused his desire from the very beginning, but there was something about her that attracted him for other reasons - some kind of warmth, understanding, tenderness, sensitivity and joy.

The doctor said that it was interesting that he called her right away his friend and not, as is usual in such vague physical relationships, his lover, acquaintance or colleague. He said that friendship is a stronger foundation that is based on trust and mutual care.

He realized then that returning to his city scared him so much not because of what awaited him there, but because she wouldn't be with him. That he won't be able to sleep again, he'll start smoking huge amounts of cigarettes again, he'll lock himself in his apartment again.

He wanted more than sex.

He wanted her to stay with him, at least for a while.

He wanted her to know that he cared.

She agreed to spend the weekend with him very willingly, and for the next few days her face showed only joy and excitement. They both had increasing difficulty not touching each other during the day, and one afternoon he simply took her on her desk in her workshop even though Borros and Royce were working in the room next door.

It was Friday afternoon when they reached his apartment. He threw the keys on the shelf in the hall, Vhagar immediately ran happily to the corner where she always lay, waiting for him to put her bed back there. He heard her giggle behind him.

"Someone's homesick." She said, amused. He hummed at her words and nodded. Even though Vhagar tended to avoid strangers, in her case she was more understanding, allowing her to be walked on a leash.

He noticed that Vhagar was showing some kind of care towards her. Every time she made a louder sound or made a sudden movement, his dog would run up to her to see what was happening. Vhagar sniffed her then and only came back to lie down next to him after she had licked her hand, making sure nothing had happened to her.

Vhagar had been with him since childhood. She was his gift of comfort from his mother after losing his eye and one of the best things that ever happened to him.

She laid with him as a puppy and licked his face when he cried all night long. It didn't matter to her whether he was ugly or beautiful, whether he had a scar or not.

Sometimes he thought with pain that he had received more tenderness from her than from his own father.

He wasn't prepared for the fact that he would return with someone from his trip, so he had to prepare a shelf for her clothes and make some space on his desk for her laptop so that she could also work if necessary.

Alys never stayed with him for a few days because he didn't want to. He couldn't rest or concentrate around her, so she usually went to her apartment after breakfast. This time, however, he felt excited.

"I'll have to go shopping because I don't have anything in the fridge. If you have specific requests for dinner, just tell me." He said calmly, unpacking his suitcase next to her as she was just putting her clothes on the shelf in his closet that he had prepared for her. She pursed her lips at his words.

"You don't have to cook for me, we can order something." She said hesitantly, as if she was afraid that he was only saying it out of courtesy.

"Do you think I'm so inept that I can't cook a good dinner?" He murmured, glaring at her, and she swallowed softly.

"We just came back from a long trip, you don't have to..."

"...I want to. Just tell me what."

It ended up that they both liked spaghetti bolognese, so they decided that there was no point in trying to prepare something more fancy. He told her to make herself comfortable while he went shopping and bought everything.

When he returned, he saw her sitting on the floor next to Vhagar's bed, stroking her head, Vhagar lying with her eyes closed and purring loudly, moving her paws in delight. Something about this sight, warm and happy, captivated him.

His apartment suddenly didn't seem so cold.

When they heard him, they both got up, and Vhagar ran over to smell the nets he had brought. He placed them on the kitchen counter and started unpacking the products one by one.

“Can I help you?” He heard a soft, pleasant voice behind him and smiled to himself.

So this is what it could have looked like?

They ate dinner together, drinking glasses of semi-sweet red wine that he had bought, very similar to one she had ordered at the hotel.

He couldn't get over how easy it was to talk to her. Even though he usually didn't like long discussions with Alys, which were tiring for him, the conversation with her flowed spontaneously, unforced.

"My father developed Alzheimer's symptoms very quickly, but I'm not sure if he paid me much attention before that anyway. My mother was more of his caregiver than a wife, and my grandfather sensed an opportunity in this marriage. He convinced her when she was 18 that he and she will benefit from this, just as their company will gain gemstones for half free." He shrugged and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

She looked at her empty plate thoughtfully while sitting cross-legged in a chair, her hands involuntarily playing with the fabric of her sweatpants that she had changed into for her own comfort.

"It's terrible. You know... my dad had a hard time after my mother's death. She was 34 years old when she was diagnosed with a malignant tumor. Back then, there were no medical treatments as reliable as they are now. Me, Royce and Cassandra tried for years to convince him to undergo therapy because he couldn't cope with it. He often became furious and was verbally aggressive." She said, speaking more to herself than to him, and he swallowed softly, tapping his finger on the counter, remembering Borros' words.

I realized that what I poured into my therapist, I had previously poured into my children.

He saw her suddenly shift in her seat, looking at him uncertainly. He felt uncomfortable as he sensed what she wanted to ask.

"And have you…have you thought about talking to someone?" She asked, deliberately avoiding the words "therapist" and "therapy" so as not to scare or frustrate him. He looked to the side as he grabbed his glass, taking a deep sip of wine from it.

"I have a remote interview with a therapist recommended by your father next week." He said indifferently, not looking at her, involuntarily feeling ashamed and tense at the thought.

He never asked anyone for help and didn't like to admit it. He was missing one eye and people took pity on him anyway, against his will. She moved suddenly, the disbelief and joy on her face surprising him.

"Really? That's great, I'm so happy! I know it must have cost you a lot." She said, lowering her eyes, glancing at him uncertainly after a moment. They both looked at each other in silence.

"So...where will I sleep?" She asked, and he smiled in amusement at how she tried to pretend she didn't know what he was planning, wanting to get any words out of him to confirm her suspicions.

"Together with me, in my bed, as we have been for the last week. Doesn't this solution suit you?" He asked with a hint of mockery, drinking everything that left in his glass, he saw her blush and look down.

“It suits me.” She mumbled quietly.

"We can see if it suits you." He said nonchalantly, getting up from his chair, she gave him a surprised look, setting her glass on the table. "Let's make sure my bed is comfortable."

No more than ten minutes had passed and the two of them were lying naked in his bedroom behind the closed door, wanting to make sure Vhagar wouldn't interrupt them hearing their disturbing, loud noises.

Now that they were no longer in her house, he wanted to hear her.

He assured himself of this pleasure by sinking with delight between her thighs, she smelled of soap and perfume after the short shower they had taken a moment earlier, tired and hot after the journey.

His tongue slipped tentatively between her folds, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue, and she whimpered, leaning back, sensitive to his slightest movements.

"That's right. I want to hear you, baby. I want to hear how good you feel." He hummed, his hot breath enveloping her womanhood, the tip of his nose teasing her clit, making her sigh loudly, her hands tightening in his hair.

"– Aemond –" She mumbled, completely helpless, at his mercy, his hands gripping tightly on the soft skin of her thighs, preventing her from escaping.

"– it's okay – I will take care of you –" He whispered, his tongue aggressively pushing into her hot core, causing a loud, surprised moan to escape her throat, her thighs quivering in his hands, trying to escape.

He listened with satisfaction as her sounds became louder and more pathetic with the increasing intensity of his tongue movements, he got to know her body well enough to know where he should touch her to give her the greatest pleasure.

He pulled away from her and she squealed softly, looking at him with almost pain and accusation in her eyes. He smirked with satisfaction at the sight, his hand running lightly over her entrance, all wet and sticky with her moisture and his saliva.

"Do you want me to stay or sleep on the couch?" He asked gently, softly, his thumb began to press her clit with smooth, confident circular movements. She sobbed at his words, the pleasure numbing her so much that it was difficult for her to form a complete sentence.

"– no – please – stay –" She muttered, her hand coming up to caress his cheek. A shiver ran through him at this sudden, innocent, tender gesture, his cock throbbed hard, all swollen. He involuntarily licked his lips at her words.

"– you don't sound convinced – you seem uncomfortable with me –" He hummed with mock regret, his middle finger sliding deep into her hot, fleshy core, her head tilted back in a helpless moan.

"– please –" She mumbled and he sighed heavily, shaking his head.

"– what a messy little girl – so desperate to come, huh? –" He chuckled, leaning over her again, hearing her weak "mhm".

"– how could I fucking say no to you? –" He panted, aroused by the sight of her in complete disarray, craving only his attention, just his touch.

His tongue slipped deep inside her right away, his nose pressed against her clit. He heard her cry at the sudden stimulation, the tip of his tongue began to deliberately tease her sweet spot hidden inside her.

"– Aemond – oh, God –" She mewled, leaning back, finally reaching her fulfillment, her body convulsing beneath him. He licked her through her orgasm, cleaning her with his tongue of everything that flowed from her, satisfied by the intensity of her pleasure.

He licked his lips and rose on his knees when he felt that she had calmed down a bit. He positioned himself between her thighs, wanting to move on to his own fulfillment and just slide inside her, but she placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away a bit.

"I can try to please you in a similar way if you want." She said after a moment, embarrassed, lowering her eyes as if she couldn't bear to see his reaction.

He blinked, both aroused and terrified by her proposal, remembering what she had told him about in the hotel.

"You don't have to, I know it's uncomfortable for you. I just want to feel you, little one." He purred, leaning over her and placing a long, lingering kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself as he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance.

He shuddered when he felt her hand squeeze his length timidly, the pleasure rushed through him and he stopped mid-movement. He wanted to say something but she raised herself and kissed him, closing his mouth.

For a moment he simply moved his hips in rhythm with her hand, panting against her lips, their kisses loud, sticky, hot. She broke away from him after a moment, looking at him with warm, sleepy gaze.

"Let me take care of you." She whispered softly and he swallowed hard, feeling his cock throb hard at her words in her hand. He slowly lay on his back and she raised herself a little, looking shyly at his face. He involuntarily touched her cheek with his fingertips.

"I don't expect that from you. I don't want to hurt you." He said softly, his voice quavering slightly at his last words. She smiled at his words, as if that was exactly what she needed to hear right now, and kissed his hand.

"I know. That's why I want to try. But you have to close your eyes." She said pleadingly and he sighed heavily.

He didn't want to miss this view, but he decided to respect her request and did what she asked. He felt his heart pounding as he heard the mattress creak next to him, her body settling between his thighs.

He flinched when she brushed her lips against the inside of his thigh, feeling embarrassed by this delicate, intimate gesture, his hand involuntarily reached out to her and stroked her hair. He pursed his lips as he felt her fingers timidly grab his throbbing, swollen manhood.

He couldn't help but open his eyes immediately as he felt her lips kiss his sensitive skin, a pitiful, quiet moan escaping his throat, a sound that had never escaped his lips before.

The sight of her leaning over him, her lips trailing over his cock, her hot breath against his skin made him involuntarily breathe faster, his trembling hand involuntarily caressing her hair.

He was afraid to say anything for fear of scaring or distracting her, so he just stared at her with his heart pounding.

He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned again, louder this time, as he felt the tip of her tongue slide upwards over him, just teasing him, as if she wanted to taste him.

"– fuck –" Slipped out of his mouth when she did it again, he wanted to just grab her face and sink into her mouth, watch his cock disappear down her throat.

But he knew that would hurt her, that he would only scare her, that he would be no better than Cregan, whom he despised so much.

He saw her look up at him and immediately blushed, pursing her lips, ashamed of what she was doing. He caressed her face, looking at her with slightly parted lips.

"– don't stop – feels so fuckin good, little one – let me look at you –" He murmured in a low, shaky voice, and she nodded, swallowing loudly.

He sighed and tilted his head back as her tongue moved more confidently along his length, all the way to his tip, her hand gripped him tighter at his base and began massaging him again with confident, slow movements.

He felt like his cock was about to explode with desire.

"– God – have mercy, little one –" He gasped, trying not to force her to open her mouth.

She blinked at him in surprise, pursing her lips in satisfaction at the state she could get him into.

Normally he would be embarrassed and insecure, but now, with her, he wanted to be vulnerable, wanted her to take care of him, wanted her to make him feel good.

He inhaled loudly when he saw her point his tip at her pink, full, wet lips, parting them slightly, putting him into her mouth as if she wanted to taste a lollipop. He groaned involuntarily as he felt her lips tighten on him, his cock throbbing hard.

"– fuck – fuck –" He panted loudly, his whole body tense, his hands gripping her hair with the last of his strength refraining from sudden, strong thrusts that would have pushed him deeper into her throat.

"– breathe through your nose –" He muttered, seeing that she swallowed hard, obviously struggling with this new sensation herself. He heard her inhale loudly and relax, as if his advice had actually helped her.

He couldn't stop the low sounds of pleasure that escaped from his throat as she slided him deeper into her mouth, pulling him out with the soft click of her saliva, her hand firmly gripping his base.

He couldn't help himself, his hips began to move slowly inside her mouth, holding her by her hair, not letting her escape.

"– fuck, can you bear it if I speed up a little? – it feels so fuckin good, baby, please –" He panted helplessly and she nodded with difficulty. He groaned loudly as his length hit the back of her throat, she gasped loudly and almost choked, so he slowed down again.

"– I know – I know, baby, please –" He mumbled, feeling that he was on the verge of fulfillment, the sight of her with his cock in her mouth seemed so perverse and pornographic that his hands were shaking.

He groaned embarrassingly loudly as he felt her speed up at his words, allowing him to reach for her throat, squeezing him tighter with her hand, his orgasm approaching terrifyingly fast.

"– fuck – m' gonna – god, swallow as much as you can –" He choked out with difficulty and opened his mouth wide, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt that he simply cummed inside her mouth, his cock throbbing painfully hard.

She almost choked in surprise, swallowing some of his release with difficulty, a trickle of his semen flowing out the corner of her mouth.

He looked at the sight, at her beautiful, warm, innocent face filled with his manhood and his seed, and he thought that he had never seen anything like it before in his life. Alys' mouth could do wonders, but she had never made him come as hard as he did now.

He pulled out of her quickly, panting loudly, taking her into his arms, holding her to his chest like a small child. She was breathing quickly, her whole body was shaking, tears of exertion on her face.

"– are you okay, little one? – look at me –" He whispered, lifting her chin, wiping the remnants of his semen from the corner of her mouth, looking straight into her eyes, her gaze blurry, scared, and warm at the same time. "– did I hurt you? –"

She shook her head and he breathed softly, kissing her forehead with a loud click.

"– it felt so good, baby – I never came so fuckin hard just from suckin –" He murmured delightedly, stroking her hair, his lips placing a tender kiss on the top of her head again and again.

He realized that he had never behaved like this towards Alys after sex.

He had never felt such a need for tenderness and closeness, for reassurance that everything was fine with her, that she felt safe.

He sighed softly as she snuggled into him, exhaling loudly as if in relief, a sleepy, proud smile on her face.

"– should I do this more often? –" She asked in such an innocent tone that he chuckled at her words, hugging her naked body.

"– I'm afraid that now that I know what your sweet lips are capable of, I will use them more often –" He hummed softly, and she snuggled closer to him, which was answered by another long kiss on her forehead.

He didn't know it could be like this.

He didn't know he was capable of such caring.

The next day they ate breakfast together and then he went to the gym. In the meantime, his grandfather called him, demanding that he finally show up at the company even though it was Saturday.

Embarrassed, he had to call her and ask her for a favor. He was grateful that she had promised to take Vhagar for a walk while he was gone and make something for dinner in the meantime.

Almost as if they were together.

Almost.

When he entered their company's building, he was greeted by surprised, uncertain looks from his employees. He thought with frustration that everyone thought he had escaped, that he had admitted defeat and disappeared with his tail between his legs.

His grandfather was talking to one of the office managers, but when he saw him, he immediately stopped the discussion and moved towards him.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer my calls?" He asked irritably and he looked at him dispassionately.

"I needed a break and I see that the company didn't go bankrupt without me." He said coldly, his grandfather snorted at his words.

"If you're suggesting that the company can cope without you, then yes. We're at war, and you disappear and probably fuck some girl again..."

"I'm going back to college."

Otto looked at him in surprise, and after a moment he put his hands behind him, sighing heavily, as if he was searching for the last of his patience.

"I thought we were done with this topic. History is not a course that will help you find a job, it's just your whim." He said as if he were explaining to a child why he couldn't eat candy before dinner.

Aemond looked at him indifferently. He thought, looking at him, how surprised he was at the emptiness he felt standing in front of him compared to what he felt for the girl he had only known for a month.

He felt ashamed at the thought that she aroused more affection in him than his own family, and he wondered if he was the reason for it. However, one thing said by his therapist just before leaving gave him no peace.

"Children who receive too little attention from their parents assume that the problem lies in them, because the parent as a role model cannot be fallible. We base our values on their behavior, so the child must be missing something, the child must prove that he is worth their attention, work for it. However, when these children become adults and realize that their efforts have not been effective, they are left with an unfounded sense of failure because they failed to meet expectations, while wasting their lives trying to be who they thought their parents wanted them to be."

He felt a coldness in his chest and sadness at the thought of how accurately those words described him.

Only with her he could relax and rest.

She expected nothing from him.

She just wanted to be with him.

He felt like an intruder in his own company. People thought he was a pathetic moron who for years had not noticed that his lover had been reporting him to the press.

This whole time he pretended that he didn't hear his workers talking about his mummy issues, that he was probably crying like a baby in front of her or begging her to let him come.

He was surprised to find that these words no longer moved him.

He felt no frustration or anger. He thought he didn't care about these people or their opinions. He realized that he had never respected them or himself.

Until he saw her then, during the show.

She and her family were not like them. They did not prey on their clients, nor did they flaunt their wealth at large banquets.

Being in their house he felt warm, every corner and room was filled with their photos and family souvenirs, wood and old furniture everywhere, creaking panels under his feet.

He thought painfully that he would rather go back there with her and live with them. Go back to college and start his life again. He wasn't an idiot, he saved most of his wealth and salary on deposit.

He had a lot of savings, he could simply quit, competing companies would welcome him with open arms. But he knew who he would become in the eyes of his family.

Traitor.

"From what I know, thanks to your wise decision, Rhaenyra decides who stays in the company and who doesn't. Is that why you called me? I have better things to do." He said, frustrated, that he was wasting time he could have spent with her when she was leaving in literally a few days. His grandfather snorted at his words.

"I don't recognize you. I once thought you had ambition, but I see you're just a spoiled little brat like your older brother. You never..."

"Aemond. Can we talk in my office?"

Rhaenyra asked, standing in the hall with her briefcase, her blond hair tied in an elegant bun, wearing a white, feminine granite. Aemond pursed his lips and nodded, moving around his grandfather, ignoring his concerned look.

Rhaenyra invited him to the office that once belonged to his father and sat in his chair. He looked at it tense, feeling it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

He sat on the other side of the desk, looking beyond the large glass wall that was also a window straight to the other skyscrapers surrounding them. Rhaenyra cleared her throat.

"I heard you worked remotely for a week and took a little vacation." She began calmly, and he felt his hand involuntarily tighten into a fist.

"Yes. I decided that I devoted enough time to this company and not enough time to myself." He hissed, wondering if she would fire him for his words, saying that she would find ten people much more committed than him to replace him. She was silent for a moment.

"You did the right thing. I know that the last time has been exceptionally difficult for you and I want you to know that I appreciate your commitment and experience. I know that we have had many differences in the past, but I want you to understand that you can rest as much as you need while working outside the office until all customer matters are resolved."

Aemond didn't know how he felt about what he heard. He was frustrated, he didn't want mercy from the woman who had done him such harm, who had shown him no sympathy when he suffered as a child because of an accident that her own son had caused.

So what if Luke cried and he didn't? That Luke was younger and he was older?

He was the one who lost an eye, who was disfigured for the rest of his life.

He was the one who had fucked up head and had to go to a therapist, reveal himself to strangers to start living a normal life. And she graciously told him that the job he had worked hard for so many years would be waiting for him?

He returned to his apartment and flinched when he smelled food, for a moment thinking about all this he forgot that he was not alone.

He closed the door behind him, trying to shoo away Vhagar, who was jumping on him with joy after several hours of separation.

He walked into the living room and saw her bustling around his kitchenette, apparently baking chicken legs and potatoes in the oven. She turned to him and waved at him, a wide smile on her face.

"Hi! What did they want from you at work?" She asked suddenly, and he wondered who she was to him to answer such a question.

He didn't know why his mood suddenly changed.

An hour at the company was enough for him to go back to his state from a few weeks ago when he was sitting smoking a cigarette on his balcony.

"Nothing." He replied dryly, briefly, not wanting to talk or think about it.

She blinked and pursed her lips, immediately feeling that something had happened, that something had changed.

She lowered her eyes and nodded, returning to the oven as if she understood that they were strangers and she had no right to expect more from him than he was willing to give.

He immediately felt remorse.

He looked at her, at her lips, at her eyes, at her grimace as she stood sideways to him, pretending to check if the meat was already cooked, trying not to show how much she wanted to cry, how much he hurt her with his behavior.

He slowly approached her from behind and grabbed her hair gently, running his fingers through it, brushing it off her shoulders only to lean down and kiss the bare skin of her neck.

"It's hard for me to speak about it." He whispered painedly into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. He felt her warm hands on his arms, stroking him soothingly.

"I want to go home." She said softly and he froze. He felt his heart begin to beat rapidly, the air stuck in his throat as he swallowed with difficulty.

"Why?" He mumbled in terror, his whole body screaming at him not to let her go.

He had the impression that he would die in moment the door closed behind her.

"I can't. I'm sorry. I can't be your friend and a lover, a friend with benefits, I don't know what it's called today." She whispered with difficulty, wiping away the tears that began to flow down her face with her fingers, her whole body trembling with convulsions. "I know you didn't promise me anything, but I can't go on like this. I think it'll be better if I go home."

He felt like he had been silent for too long, his head was aching, his heart felt like it had stopped, his nose was pressed into her hair.

"No." He said quietly, coldly, terrifyingly. He felt her swallow thickly and sniff, her hand stroking his fingers as if to soften his response.

"Please. Please, let me go." She whispered imploringly in a hoarse, trembling voice, and he pursed his lips, feeling as if his whole body was shaking.

"I can't. Please...I...fuck!" He cursed loudly, hugging her painfully tight, burying his nose in her hair, her pleasant scent filling his lungs.

"That's not what I want. I just... I've only just started figuring it out in my head. It's so fucking hard. But I know that what I feel for you is something more, something more than I've ever felt for anyone." He spoke quickly, as if he felt that he had literally seconds, that he would really lose her, that he would never see her again.

"I think about it constantly. About what's next. With me. With you. With us. I think about crazy things, you can think I'm a fucking idiot, I don't care. I was thinking about selling this apartment and buying a house in suburbs, smaller but similar to yours, for you and for me. We would create a large workshop for you, you would have everything you need there. I would work more remotely, only with regular clients, I would only do what I have to do. I would continue therapy, I would try to be a better person. To make it all up to you.” He whispered in a trembling voice, feeling like a little child again, begging his parent not to reject him and knowing once again that he would fail.

That he would be alone.

He felt her breathing calm down, but she remained silent. He swallowed loudly as she turned to face him, her eyes wide, full of fear and something else he couldn't describe.

"Are you really thinking about it?" She asked quietly, uncertainly, her face red with tears.

She thought he was just saying it to keep her from leaving.

He swallowed loudly at the thought.

"Yes." He whispered in shame, pressing his lips tightly together.

He gasped as she suddenly embraced him and hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her soft cheek into his T-shirt. He immediately tangled his fingers in her hair, his face pressed to the top of her head.

"I want to be with you. I think only about you. I want only you. Please." She whispered in a shaky voice and he sobbed softly at her words, feeling the overwhelming relief flow through his body as his lips began to kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.

"Me too. God, me too." He gasped as if he was just now realizing, as if it was only now dawning on him that he had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her dancing with her brother.

He wasn't sure he'd ever had sex like this before, panting so loudly, shuddering so much, kissing so deeply, so shamelessly, so hungrily. His cock throbbed hard inside her every time their tongues touched and licked, his thrusts intense, fast, violent.

Their hands gripped their naked, sweaty bodies and hair, holding each other as close as possible, her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her legs entwined around his waist.

"– my beloved –" She breathed into his mouth and he groaned lowly, picking up the pace, her words sending a shiver down his spine.

"– say that again – please – m' fuckin need it –" He mumbled between dance of their tongues, teeth and lips, her fingers tightening on his buttocks, helping him push himself deeper into her with each thrust.

"– my beloved, sweet men – so good to me –" She cooed, and he felt that what she was saying was bringing him dangerously close to fulfillment.

Even though he wanted to wait for her, he felt that he needed it like never before, to finally find relief and fulfillment in knowing that he loved her and was loved.

"– m' gonna cum, okay? – please –" He exhaled, his hands clenched tightly on the soft skin of her thighs, moving his hips with loud, wet slaps, fucking her with all his might, his eyebrows arched as if in pain.

"– it's okay, baby –" She whispered softly, and he came suddenly, hard, with an almost animalistic, painful groan, surprised by the intensity of the sensation, her lips never leaving his throughout his high.

"– that's it – so good –" She hummed with warm contentment and he sighed at her words, purring lowly as he collapsed onto her helplessly, his cock still throbbing inside her hot interior.

He laid like that for a moment, letting her stroke his hair, knowing that she wouldn't rush him or judge him, that she would be patient with him, that she would understand.

A few long minutes passed before he started moving inside her again, turning with her on his side, placing her thigh on his hip, his length beginning to swell and throb inside her again. She mewled at the feeling, burying her face into his sweaty chest, her walls clenching on him tightly.

"– it's okay, little one – gonna take care of you now –" He murmured, his hand sliding between her thighs, massaging her clit in circular motions, he felt her whole body shudder.

These caresses alone were enough for her to come after a while with a long, surprised moan, seeking refuge in his arms, falling and rising on his cock. When he felt that her orgasm had passed, even though he was completely hard again, he didn't move inside her.

He just wanted to feel her.

They both embraced, running their fingers over their naked, hot bodies, he felt her soft lips press against his chest from time to time, placing a tender kiss on it. He kissed her hair, feeling it, then pressed his cheek against her head, exhaling softly.

"I am hers and she is mine. From this day until the end of my days." He whispered the vows the bride and groom exchanged in church, and she swallowed loudly, hugging him tightly in surprise. She was silent for a moment, as if she didn't know what to say.

"...I am his and he is mine. From this day until the end of my days." She whispered, her voice trembling, and he smiled involuntarily, closing his eyes.

He felt at peace.

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❥ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 — 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄. ˚⊹꒷

📓୧・꒰summary—wc꒱ affection, regret, and zenith. 1503.

🎸୧・꒰warnings꒱ yandere character ꒰forced/unhealthy relationship, manipulative behavior, mentions of abduction꒱, reader is not traveler, lightly edited.

💿୧・꒰adi moment꒱ sorry for the scara/wanderer posting, may or may not end up happening again! i've got mixed feelings on how this turned out, but yandere scaramouche owns my heart atm and i had to write something for him. hope you enjoy! ૮꒰..◜ᴗ◝..꒱ა ♡

as a disclaimer, i don't support yandere behavior in real life! please don’t interpret this post as justification for any of scaramouche's actions.

જ⁀➴ affection: how do they show their love and affection? ˚⊹꒷

Being openly affectionate is a rather difficult task for Scaramouche… though it isn’t exactly hard to understand why. Betrayal after betrayal combined with years of working beneath the Tsaritsa certainly don’t encourage emotional vulnerability, any tenderness he’d once possessed being forsaken for the sadistic persona he now proudly flaunts.

He’d used that very façade of his to attempt to push you away, back when he’d still had yet to realize just how desperately he needed you in his life. Affection from Scaramouche would remain a rarity between the both of you for quite some time, even after he’d taken you into his ꒰albeit forceful꒱ care. It was safer for him, that way. You weren’t exactly subtle with your discontentment, and the sting of abandonment wouldn’t hurt as badly if he kept you at a distance.

But when he asks—no, demands a hug from you—you’ve really got no choice but to oblige. 

At first, he’s hesitant in the embrace, hands shakily grasping and pulling at the fabric on the back of your shirt as you hold him. Although without the need for air, the stiffness of his body made it seem as though his breath had gotten stuck in his throat, mechanical grasp erratically tightening and loosening as he attempted to adjust. Once he finally does, he absolutely refuses to allow you to pull away, keeping you still in his grip for well over a minute before he finally relents. His eyes are wet as you glance at him, a tear-stained blotch on your clothing as he hurriedly barks for you to turn away.

Despite his initial reaction, these commands for physical affection only become more and more frequent afterwards—much to your distress. Beginning with those awkward hugs and culminating in full blown cuddle sessions ꒰one-sided as they usually are꒱, Scaramouche gradually allows himself to become more and more acquainted with the softness of your touch.

Gift-giving is also a rather common habit of his. As strange as it is for him to be jealous, considering that you aren’t even allowed to sit in the manor’s garden unattended, he just can’t help but worry about you. Seeing you decorated in clothing and accessories of his choosing alleviates his worries, reminding him that you’re still his, even when he might be far away on one of the Tsaritsa’s missions.

It starts out small. A gold necklace. An intricate bracelet, the design of which mimicking the traditional Inazuman motifs found on his clothing.

But it’s not long until he has you fitted for the garments themselves, tailors indebted to the Fatui hauled over from the solitary nation to create an entirely new wardrobe. Scaramouche, of course, oversees the entire process. Not a single detail is overlooked, with him comparing different samples of designs and forcing them to start over whenever he’s displeased with one of their creations. Any attempts to get him to loosen up are met with harsh glares—the same reasoning repeated to you every time. 

“Their debts will be paid by their labor,” he’ll justify, “A mercy considering the Fatui’s usual methodology.” Unless they want to find a permanent residence amongst the cadavers in Dottore’s lab, incompetence simply isn’t something he’ll tolerate.

And, sure, the expense is one that causes a fair share of annoyance from the other Harbingers—especially Pantalone, who was made to fund the operation—though it’s hard to pay any attention to his vexed murmurs when you look so good in the finished pieces.

જ⁀➴ regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? ˚⊹꒷

Scaramouche? Feel bad? When he’s doing you such a gracious favor? Archons, now that might just be the funniest thing he’s heard in a while. In his eyes, it should really be you that feels bad. You should be sobbing at his feet, begging him to forgive you for your oh so constant insolence—your endless whining and complaining.

After all, how could he possibly ever expect to feel pity for the circumstances you’ve found yourself in? You, who’s currently ‘trapped’ within a mansion more luxurious than you could’ve previously imagined. You, who he makes sure is both well fed and dressed—who has countless Fatui guards at your every beck and call. You, who he specifically keeps safe from the many dangers of the world you so stupidly wish to explore. You, who he endures some of Dottore’s more gruesome experiments for—just so your DNA can be preserved in case of tragedy. 

In actuality, the thought that he’d regret ‘taking you’ from your ‘home’... it’s just pathetic to him.

You’re innocent. Naïve. Foolish, to be totally honest. How could you possibly hope to survive out there without his protection? Teyvat is not nearly as safe as you wish to believe, the gods that you find reprieve in oftentimes uncaring to the suffering of their believers. He knows that from experience, and yet you still refuse to believe him. Everything that he’s done is for your sake, ungrateful as you are—it’s a miracle that he hasn’t exposed you to the true nature of the world in order to stop your incessant nagging. 

Scaramouche doesn’t even think he asks much of you, either. All that he expects you to do is sit still. Remain by his side, allow him to shower you with love and ꒰more importantly꒱ keep you safe. Not… sulking around in the room he’d prepared specifically for you, not wildly declaring that ‘you’d never asked him for his protection!’—no, not at all!

So, no, he doesn’t feel any sort of remorse for his actions. What he's done is simply for your own good, and you’re simply foolish to not appreciate that. If he didn’t love you as much as he did, you would’ve been disposed of a long time ago. At the very least… be grateful for that.

જ⁀➴ zenith: would they ever break their darling? ˚⊹꒷

In a way, it’s simply an inevitability with him. Entanglement with the Fatui has rarely ever spelt out positive outcomes for those involved, something you’ll learn because of Scaramouche’s attempts to protect you. Living within his carefully constructed dollhouse doesn’t do much to dim the memories of your old life, nor does it do anything to quell the urge for freedom burning deep within your bones. Awareness of the world you’d once known and fear at the very notion of being struck beneath his control for the rest of your life… None of it bodes well for your mental health, either.

Lacing it with the violence made common from the Fatui, or the punishments inflicted on you in hopes of finally destroying your will to escape ꒰whether they be physical or mental꒱—it’s really no surprise to see the ambitious spark within your eyes eventually being snuffed out.

Isolation alone is already enough to drive the average person insane. With all that you’ve been dealing with on top of that, it’s honestly quite commendable that it doesn’t happen sooner.

At first, Scaramouche doesn’t take this new development of yours well. Your lack of response, lack of reaction to even the cruelest insults of his being hurled at you—to even his mere presence—it freaks him out, slipping beneath his guard and making him feel as though you’ve already abandoned him. Really, how dare you not pay attention to him? Are you mad? Or is this just your latest attempt at escape? Aren’t you just trying to fool him? To make him believe that you’d learned your place just to turn around and sneak away? 

It must be.

He doesn’t leave your side unless necessary, having his soldiers keep watch on you whenever something pulls him away. Whatever new game you’re playing at, he’s determined in his attempts to stop you before you can take a single step outside. Days turn into weeks. Weeks into months. His patience wears thin, the realization you still haven’t done anything hovering over him and sending him into frenzies. But coupled with your newfound compliance to his commands, the way that you numbly follow along with any plans he makes for the both of you—well, he’s eventually forced to realize that you don’t even intend to try running.

As much as he finds himself enjoying your obedience, a part of him simply can’t help but miss your spark. The delicious fear that glazed over your eyes when you were caught doing something suspicious, the fits of passion that led you to stupidly defy his orders… They’d been aspects of you—aspects of the version of you Scaramouche initially fell in love with, the version of you that stubbornly persisted when you still had the opportunity to back away from him.

But this version of you doesn’t move away whenever he pulls you into his arms, doesn’t recoil from the touch of his fingers as if he’d somehow burnt you. This version of you doesn’t cry and beg him to go outside, doesn’t fight against him when he goes on tangents confessing his love to you—occasionally grants him the chance to hear an ‘I love you, too.’ slipping past your lips.

Ultimately… that’s good enough for him.

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Angel of My Dreams.

PAIRING: Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,410.

SUMMARY: Aegon ii finds himself doubting his worthiness for your love and devotion, and yet you prove him otherwise. 

WARNINGS: fatphiobic comments, low self-esteem, degradation, swearing, angst, fluff.

A/N - surely you knew this was coming lmao, I am obsessed and will die by the hill that chubby!aegon is in fact real. Siri play SZA Big Boyyyy. p.s let’s just pretend they’re all one big happy fam, and that Aegon ii is the one to inherit the throne. 

Aegon, your dearest beloved, was perfection in your eyes. You’d both grown acquainted with one another mutually, and shared a mutual fondness and understanding with one another. Despite Aegon’s status in the realm, he was very much to himself, and unfortunately was known for having a notorious reputation amongst the ladies of the realm. What you’d heard through whispers and gossip, you found skeptical to believe, as Aegon showed a side to himself that you believed no other being saw. He was quite shy upon talking to you, after building the courage to introduce himself, and realising how warm you were, he opened up to you naturally. 

You’d come to realise, that was never an easy case for Aegon. The expectations not only his family, however the entirety of the realm held on him was beyond fair. From the moment of his birth to the man he'd become today, he was criticised for absolutely everything, down to the last minute thing. Much to your dismay, even his appearance. 

Most people had widely disapproved of how Aegon would present himself. Many agreed, that looking at Aegon’s physicality, no one would believe he'd be fit nor considered suitable to reign as King. Especially, when his younger brother, Aemond, had proved otherwise. When comparing the two sons, Aemond was favoured by the council. 

Regardless, most of the time, comments like this often encouraged Aegon to look how he did. 

“People have convinced themselves already that I am incompetent, why the need to disprove their claims?” He would succumb to. It took you what felt like a lifetime, for him to fight this battle, and yet you did the impossible.

For this, his mother, Alicent had noticed and took a great appreciation for your achievement. 

Before you'd met Aegon, he sought and often bought the lust and attention from elsewhere, a frequenter to the Streets of Silk and the brothel houses that established themselves in the region. Much to your satisfaction, your existence also put an end to these needless trips. 

Aegon would always exclaim how lucky he was to have found you, the angel of my dreams, he'd whisper into your ear late at night, as you wandered off to sleep in his strong, soft arms. He was aware of the terrible things he’d succumbed to since his youth, and having met you, you were the awakening of his regret. 

“I do not deserve you, not in the slightest, but the Gods work in mysterious ways,” Aegon would proclaim. 

And no matter the countless of times, you’d try to persuade him otherwise, that he saved you, it did not matter. His thoughts were set in stone, for he succumbed to pessimism since he could understand the meaning of words, as he was moulded to be the ‘perfect king’. 

It was impossible, you’d believed. For everyone had flaws, you knew this and yet so much weighed on his shoulders regardless. 

During the initial stages of your relationship with Aegon, he was weary of the nature of your affections. He struggled to decipher himself if they were genuine or had some hidden agenda, although you asked nothing of him ever. When he’d confront you of your love and intention with him, many a times you threatened to leave him if that's what it took, to the point where he stopped. At one point you held a grudge and offered silence, in return he followed you around every where pleading for forgiveness, as means to show that you did not care for any prize being with Aegon... Only that the love you as you did him.

In comparison, you’d questioned whether he merely saw you as a faint object of sex, not wanting anymore than a night of pleasure at his beckoning call. 

It was hard to believe, the future King of Westeros would want you, and yet here you laid by his side from night to night, in return he never left nor neglected you. 

Although, people allowed for their imagination to roam free, and had their own narratives created in their fickle minds of your relationship. 

“Mayhaps the young prince has impregnanted her, trapped her with his godforsaken child. Gods be good, they spare us from another Aegon. Terrible, he did not inherit the good qualities of his predecessor who bears the same name.” 

“It seems most likely, he has forced the poor girl’s hand in marriage, having taken her maidenhood without proper practice.” 

Regardless, of the gossip whispered, the most agonising of it all, was how many commented how ill it seemed that a beauty such as yourself be seen with Aegon.

Over the years, Aegon much like his father to his resentment, was a larger man. Growing up spoilt and royal, he was offered the finest delicacies across the 7 Kingdoms, and he found indulgence as an escape. He had a terrible habit of being gluttonous with most things, whether it be food, wine or women, from his previous bachelor days. These habits had been hard to overcome, before he had stumbled upon the gratifying reason of you. 

He found that, during the relentless and agonising dinners and feasts held, eating kept him busy, avoiding conversing with others both strange and familiar. Growing from child to a boy to now a young man, it was inevitable that his appetite grew to accustom his natural development. 

Much to his distaste, he would continue to combat train, and much preferred riding Sunfyre for he was in his own company (still persistent in convincing you to join him), he remained fit and strong. Although, his edges were soft and tender, and you did not mind it one bit. It never even occurred to you, that there would be any matter in question, regarding how you both appeared to the general public. Their opinions meant absolutely nothing to you, and you remained ignorant to it all, although Aegon struggled as he always did. He was only ever accustomed to hearing criticism and scrutiny, and struggled to block it. 

He had a subtle double chin that you would adorn with kisses, his arms muscular although hidden beneath a layer of fat, and his stomach plump and stout, protruded just a generous amount over the waistline, it was evident beneath his clothes. Although your favourite, was his legs, in particular his thighs. The way he'd prop you up, cradling you as you sat atop his solid build, his appearance was never questioned by you, and he knew that, no matter how much he’d deny it. 

And yet, he found himself the hot topic of countless, discrete conversations, especially with the young knights and men of the realm. Many found your warmth and welcome compelling, and became infatuated with your beauty. You had gentle, soft features, your mother a renowned beauty herself in her youth, many found it no doubt you inherited her vision. 

“I bet he’s somehow forced her into this godforsaken union. Needs a knight in shining armour to save her from that horrid, drunk beast.” 

“He doesn't even try to stop himself nor fix his pathetic ways, have you seen the way he gorges himself? The poor girl must suffocate with him.”

“Mayhaps Y/N is smarter than we think, and is not actually in love with Aegon, for who could love a fat bastard like him, and to think in a few years he’ll be King.”

It infuriated him hearing such words, words from some men he’d thought he could entrust as friends. Once they'd come face to face, they would act as though no dishonesty was committed. 

Treason, Aegon thought to himself. He'd made mental note of it all, and knew when the time was right, justice would be served by his own wroth. 

Often at times, as means to retaliate, he’d appear with you publicly, whether it was kissing you in public, or merely holding hands, or insisting you feed him grapes or cakes to him as you sat ontop, he relished the bitter looks on their smug faces. 

Ever since Aegon had met you, his confidence had grown, and he was eternally thankful. You’d become such a light for him, that he saw himself in a manner, most people denied him.

“You, you my sweet girl-”

Aegon would softly whisper, as he embraced you tightly in his large, tender arms, before releasing you. His hand reaching over to your face, placing a misplaced strand behind your ear, his thumb then gently tracing your lips. 

“You are everything to me, I love you.”

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WiP Wednesday 20/03

Since I have managed to fuck up my Several Sentence Sunday post and last line post, I shall use all my tags this Wednesday and post two snippets for you lovelies!!! Thank you @anincompletelist @suseagull04 @indestructibleheart @priincebutt @sunnysideprince @onthewaytosomewhere @wordsofhoneydew @porcelainmortal @cricketnationrise for tags 🤍🤍

Alexander should not think of Mr. Mountchristen in such capacity, not without remembering the unpleasant past occurrences, yet he could not disregard the words spoken by him in this instance, brushes of contact that are undeniably courteous.

Surely, their mutual, deeply rooted dislike that presented itself from the first occurrence they had shared the displeasure of making acquaintance has grown into something more delicate, his distaste losing its ferocity with each occasion.

Yet he was astounded by the mere implications such words carried. ’I can no longer restrain my amorous affections towards you under the guise of harshly spoken words. I firmly believe such circumstances, a love this overbearing, can only come upon a person once’.

And a smutty oneee

It doesn’t happen very often. That Henry wakes up from a nightmare, desperate to feel Alex, desperate to make sure this is real. But when it happens, the burning need coursing through his veins takes over, almost physically compulsing him to ground himself with Alex. The palpable evidence that his days of living in secret and shame are behind him, that the nightmares his gran had put him through are just that now, nightmares.

But Alex is sleeping right now, a much deserved rest after working himself to the bone for his finals. Henry tries to ground himself by using other techniques, utilizing tools he’s learned in therapy. Five things you can see… He can do this, he can do this.

1.He’s seeing the blanket pooled over Alex’s hip

2.He’s seeing Alex’s boxers

3.He’s seeing Alex’s cock, because he ever so carefully pushed the aforementioned boxers down to his thighs…

The guilt and shame melts away once he has the weight of Alex’s heavy, thick cock on his tongue, grounding him, tethering him to his reality. Then time only becomes a construct he measures by the ache in his jaw, savoring every second of it

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[kehlana-wolhamonao3]

Reblogged a picture of Lavinia Swire and it got me thinking what makes a good love triangle and why I think Mary - Matthew - Lavinia were a very good one.

Basically, you have to be able to see both possible relationships as potentially working. If, as with Lavinia and Mary, it's believable to see the person in the middle building a relationship with either of them - if they are both likeable - so likeable that even if you're rooting for the other ship you end up feeling sorry for the character who ultimately loses - oh, it can be exquisite and, in my opinion, more true to life.

In Matthew's case especially I think him picking Lavinia as Mary's replacement was very realistic. He is a romantic. He wants to marry for love and scorns more materialistic considerations when choosing a partner, at a time when it was not an obvious position to take. Of course he wouldn't choose an awful girl to propose to, even if he did it on an impulse after a pretty short acquaintance. He needed to believe that he could love her. While I think that a big part of Lavinia's attraction to him at the time was that she was as different from Mary as possible - in looks, personality, background, views - she was also remarkably well suited to him. If you think about it, better suited than Mary in a lot of aspects. Lavinia and Matthew were from the same background and shared a lot of views and values. There definitely was less of tension and conflicts between them than between Matthew and Mary. There was friendship, tenderness, support and gentle, genuine affection. You could definitely believe that they could marry and be happy.

Except, of course, that in the end you couldn't because it soon became obvious that Matthew was still passionately in love with Mary. And this was one component which we never saw in his relationship with Lavinia - passion. At least not on his side, there are hints that Lavinia loved him passionately - but we never get such hints about him. He loved her, I think, but differently than Mary. There were no open mouthed stares at Lavinia or following her around the room either just with his eyes or literally, like a puppy. There were no heated glances exchanged over the dining table or through the length of the room. We never heard this kind of risky flirting as we get with Mary when he is finally engaged to her. And this is why it seems all too probable that if he went through with marrying Lavinia while still feeling all this for Mary it would end up in disaster of some kind for everyone concerned and when Lavinia finally gets the proof that this is the situation she is in, she immediately and wisely decides to cancel the wedding and break their engagement.

Matthew and Mary are so different from each other in so many ways - background, views, values, tempers - but they also are similar in some very important things. They are both principled and dutiful people in their own way, they are both sharply intelligent, they clearly have compatible sense of humour and common interests. Of course they are also madly in love with each other and have explosive chemistry, but it's those other things which makes them work as a couple in the end. There is a clear intellectual connection as well as physical attraction. There is respect on both sides. There is deep commitment to each other, even when they don't expect to be together.

There is a reason I remain obsessed with them and yet care for Lavinia very much.

#mary crawley #matthew crawley #lavinia swire #matthew x mary #matthew x lavinia #downton abbey

[lunarfied]

18. WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME ? ; picnic

scaramouche x gn! reader smau

y/n pov;

"thanks for driving me." you said to ajax who was sitting next to you, he hummed in response, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence as he drove you to tighnari's apartment which was about fifteen minutes away from yours, give or take.

the car ride gave you time to collect your thoughts which happened to center around kuni. it wasn't fair, he was doing this to you again. every time something good was going in your relationship, he seemed to get cold feet and shrug you off. it couldn't have been something you did, not this time or the last. he needed to make up his mind, were you guys going to finally start over and try to be friends, or would you forget him and move on altogether?

”hey, y/n,” childe leaned forward and turned the radio down, keeping his eyes on the road. “i have no idea what’s going on with scara. he gets like this sometimes, you know uh, don't blame yourself if he lashes out on you, yeah? but if you need me to put him in his place, let me know.” you nodded at his words, the response was unanimous from your friends, it seemed.

of course you knew, you wanted to believe that you were the only person who knew everything about kuni but clearly there were some things he couldn't tell you. sighing through your nose, you leaned against the window, staring out at the passing cars and trees until you finally arrived at tighnari's apartment. you could make out a few figures standing near the kitchen window, but couldn't tell just who was with tighnari just yet. whoever was there, it sure was better than moping around your apartment all day with your ex merely five feet away from you. you turned to ajax with a smile, thanking him for dropping you off before hopping out of his car and waving him off.

the front door was open; since the guests were walking in and out to set up everything outside for the picnic. you saw collei walking with her crutches, placing down a platter of some kinds of fruit and gave her a little wave before entering the apartment. you were greeted by familiar faces; tighnari, of course, followed by cyno, alhaitham and kaveh. the last two you were acquainted with, given the fact that you had met them only a few weeks prior to today, at ayaka's party.

"you made it!" tighnari pulled you in for a hug and you smiled into his body's warmth, letting yourself snuggle up against his chest for a moment before letting go.

"yep! hey guys," you gave a nod in the direction of alhaitham and cyno, opting to not go for a hug since they weren't big on physical affection. kaveh, despite knowing each other for about... three hours; placed down his glass of wine and pulled you into a tight hug. you were caught a bit off guard, but it wasn't like it was a bad thing either.

"oh, y/n, i'm so sorry scara is being a little bitch to you- that guy has zero taste if he's fumbling the bag with someone like you!" kaveh exclaimed, patting the top of your head.

"thanks...? but, uh, how did you know all of that?" you mumbled, pulling away from the embrace, looking at kaveh with a raised brow.

"that'd be because childe told me about what's been going on and kaveh has a nose for gossip." alhaitham chimed in.

it made sense, most, if not all, your friends were already aware of what was happening with kuni. you weren't surprised it was the same for him too.

"help bring these outside." alhaitham pulled kaveh away by the wrist and the pair began to bring out the selected foods and drinks to the backyard where collei also was, leaving you alone with cyno and tighnari.

"so, y/n, what's really been going on?" tighnari asked, twirling a piece of his hair in his hand.

"nothing," you sighed, leaning against the counter with crossed arms, "he just doesn't want to talk to me anymore, i guess. it's not like i did anything."

"you know, my offer to beat his ass still stands..." cyno stated, face carefully blank. tighnari shook his head, stifling his own laughter at cyno's nonsense.

"thanks but... i'll be okay! let's not keep everyone waiting too." you forced a smile onto your face to lighten the mood, linking arms with both of them to head outside.

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-> notes: i rlly said “ i found a new app for this that makes it look bearable and realistic!!” and then it hit me with a paywall after typing FIVE messages now who has money for that NOT ME THATS WHO anyways we'll stick to this format... for now im too lazy to re edit these but the alt accs (besides y/n, scara, childe & venti) are removed for the rest of the characters. im making edits to this because,,,, this was my first smau and i wanted to go in on it and realized jfc its a lot of work 💀 collei has an unspecified chronic illness in this because that's essentially what elezar was in game and i love that headcanon for her so my fic = my rules!!!!!

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[racmune]

what are your favorite scoutpauling hcs!!

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!!!

UMMM idk how im gonna format this so im just gonna put it in bullet points ig

scout is a big ole hugger and very physically affectionate,, this contrasts with miss pauling being touch starved and really reserved. the way each of them love is something to get used to for both of them but its just works!!

i think miss pauling is very quick to try to ignore her feelings in order to focus on her work rather than a relationship with scout but it ends up coming up over and over again. like perhaps she'll try to convince herself that she can work with him and be normal and ends up fumbling over her words or another flub like that "hey scout i need you, i mean- for-for this" contract line. (i see her being shown to act stern to him in fanon even when she's supposed to be pining, but i think its forgetting the aspect of her character that she's a huge nerd >:33 i just really enjoy scoutpauling pining. scout becomes softer, shyer and more considerate, and miss pauling becomes that "girls when they're in love" meme. i just think they're such a good ship for a slow burn which is so upsetting cause i don't think there's a single scoutpauling-focused fic that's a slow burn. i'd say i'd to take up the torch but i struggle to even write one shots so 💀)

i also like to think that miss pauling notices his insecurities and compliments them. and he gets all flustered but he loves it so much. (yup i did rip this from a measured fic i read but i gotta beef up that wordcount biatch. i am insane abt this pairing i dont think you guys understand yet)

miss pauling is often overworked (as she is lol) and will struggle to take basic care of herself (feeding, sleeping, etc) and as they get closer scout will swing by her apartment often and help her clean up the garbage, water the plants , take her to bed (NON SEXUALLY!!!!11!!! we keep it PG here) and get her some good food

miss pauling will sometimes be so overworked she'll be sleeping sitting up or fall out of her chair and sleep crumpled on the floor. scout is often coming into her office/apartment just to spend some time with her and she'll tell him that she's fine and doesn't need much sleep to keep going. scout let's her go for this but soon he finds her asleep in even more concerning spots and finally says fuck it and cleans up her apartment and tucks her into bed

i feel like scout has put on a tough, "manly" persona all his life to prevent himself from getting bullied (or at least getting affected by it in front of others) but i think miss pauling being a girl able to call him on his bullshit is really good for him to be more down to earth and good for his self esteem in a way? like i think he allows himself to be more vulnerable with her and that feeling rewarded by being loved for what he is rather than just a persona is just really nice.

miss pauling is really capable but also i think shes avoidant to help if its really personal to her and not only her job. miss pauling was raised to be an assassin by the administrator and was never really allowed to just be a PERSON and i think that its kinda nice for her to be able to just have a normal relationship with someone. like, i think their relationship is pretty non-normal lols, but also i think scout can be really nice to her and nurturing to a more personal side of her she often times will have locked up because of her line of work.

if the administrator didnt adopt miss pauling (a big hc i have) i like to think that she had a very cold and unforgiving set of parents (like perhaps she can attach herself so well to the administrator because shes used to authority figures behaving in that way? or something?). i imagine after miss pauling getting well acquainted with scouts family, scout wants to meet her family. scouts family is a lot more warm blooded and caring than miss paulings family, and miss pauling says no at first because of this. scout still wants to go or at least know why miss pauling wont talk about her family, but reconciles that some things she isnt ready for. miss pauling still notices his feelings and decides to bring him over for one dinner. its just the worst for everyone involved. scout is wearing his sunday best which is a goofy haircut and a bowtie because he cant be fancy to save his life and no matter how polite he tried to be his bluntness would always shine through on accident. miss paulings mom would insult her and scoutd get really defensive. hes not allowed back. ;-;

another hc i like is that miss pauling and scout both speak spanish. scout learnt it because he mistook it for the language of love (which, i mean spanish is still a pretty romantic language so i fuck w it) but in miss pauling's case it was her first language. miss pauling is excited to know he speaks her language and he often needs her to slow down her speech for him to keep up which i think is a fun contrast to everyone struggling to keep up with him loll... also this happened valve told me/j

(im also not a spanish speaker so umm if i got smtg wrong then im sooo sorry ;u;;)

i also just really like miss pauling's hyper-activeness and excitability as well,(i didnt say this yet but i also headcanon them both as audhd A LOT) like ive said before its rarely shown in fanon and its upsetting cause i think she's just a silly little character and she's often shown to be the straight man or team mom exclusively…. and i think theres a twinge of fandom misogyny in there but like whatevs ig.

they can work together really well as a unit but also i think they are really nice for just . healing together from fucked up childhoods i guess

ive seen scoutpauling be viewed as a ship with no sauce or spice but i gotta disagree!!! theyre the most concentrated flavour containers ive ever seen in all my years its great

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@saffsketches told me that ill get bullied for this post💀

//ok also have some headcanons from my discord server under the cut, all these are from me but there were a lotta good ones from other members that i just didnt show cause i was too shy to ask to cred LOLS

btw fuck this took post longer to make than i thought it would ;;; ummmmm………….. sorry ;u;

(this one was from when the server was talking about miss pauling having a big ole st bernard named otto in the headcanon channel for context LOL)

ok im done now bye hope yall enjoyed this small peek into the inner machinations of my fucked up mind..... HEHE

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[animeyanderelover]

OH EM GEE I have like reread that purely platonic of Hayama(KNB) for sooo long and I was wondering if you could do more after maybe he kidnaps his S/O or maybe how he reacts when they finally like him back? :)) THANK YOU

I've written that eternities ago but I'm still glad someone acknowledges Hayama! This is the post meant by the way.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsession, delusion, manipulation, abduction

Purely platonic Pt.2

🐆As already established in the previous Hc's, being very affectionate with Hayama is a death sentence for you as it's frighteningly easy for the boy to already mistake smaller acts of you as a sign that you like him too. Being as physically affectionate as you are only is the nail in the head to fill his head with all the wrong ideas and at that point it's beyond saving yourself anymore. You might try to explain the misunderstanding to him yet Hayama always shuts you up with a kiss on your lips, laughing at the joke you just made as every word you speak does not get through the thick wall of delusions inside his head. You might even try to avoid him only to find yourself scared as you find out that he's following you around, refuses to leave you alone and even approaches friends and acquaintances of you to know where you are, you've even heard from some of them that he threatened them.

🐆The final cherry on the top are the spam calls and messages and the times where he even turned up in front of your house. No matter what you might do, he always twists your words around as he's too immersed in his head and that's when you finally realize that there's no reasoning with him. He will never believe you when you tell him that you don't love him, it'll always be twisted into something else. You're just being shy! You're just insecure! Maybe someone made a comment and now you're too embarrassed to continue showering him with all your affection? Those are only a few of many excuses Hayama comes up with. It's obvious that your change in behavior gets on his nerves though, his temper starts to wear down and he's more impulsive and aggressive, especially to the people around him if they fall victim to his suspicion. Maybe that bully of yours said something wrong? That ex-best friend of yours maybe?

🐆What if you start liking him back? Well, assuming that you can't reason with him and do feel scared of him yet are also too attached to him to leave him, you'll be subjected to emotional manipulation one way or another. Hayama doesn't hold your lack of attention and affection against you as he searches for the fault in those around you yet he's also very sad about your new behavior. He tries to stay positive but it's so hard as he grows visibly depressed that he's unable to bask in your love again, quite literally gives you sad puppy eyes when he tries to reach out for you to initiate affection but sees you refusing him. You care for him still so much and seeing someone who is usually always energetic slowly turning so sad because of you wears you down. If you're careful and reasonable with the amount of affection maybe it'll be fine? Wrong thought as you mistake that Hayama is shrewd if needed so he can connect the dots to why you're giving him more PDA again.

🐆If his sadness is the push you need to come back to your senses and let go of your doubts, so be it. It's only to help youafter all. Now, he does feel a bit guilty so he starts being extra affectionate and loving. Little gifts he gets you, the cute and funny dates he takes you on and much more. Things go out of hand but Hayama overwhelms you to the point where you just accept everything. With time something within your heart changes as you find your heart fluttering constantly when the boy touches you or showers you with adoration. Is this love? Are you falling in love? Maybe you're still a bit unsure since you never saw Hayama that way before, on the other hand you know that he already loves you to the moon and back. So it wouldn't be that bad to really give him a chance if it might end up making both of you happy. Right? Hayama already knew that you've always loved him but he's thrilled to notice that whatever bothered you before is gone as you start pouring all your love onto him again.

🐆What if he ends up kidnapping you? So you continue to run away from him at all costs though, hmm? Did you finally realize how big you screwed up by being so physically affectionate around him, even if you only saw it only as a platonic way to show him your love? Well, it's too late now, sugar. Because the more drastic meassurements you take to avoid him, the more drastically will Hayama react. An abduction upsets him, or more the thought of not having been able to ask you to move in together with you happily agreeing. But that's alright because he's sure things will solve themselves if you just have a little break from the outside world and are not surrounded by whoever or whatever put wrong thoughts in your head. It all takes place one late day as you walk home and Hayama stalks behind you smoothly. You notice far too late as he pulls you against his chest and muffles your screams with a piece of cloth, the strange scent of it invading your nostrils and slowly causing you to black out.

🐆He's being nice and considerate to you after you're stuck in his house, or at least he thinks he is. You on the other hand are absolutely terrified as it dawns on you that he's truly sick in his head. He only shows minimal guilt for his actions, always replying that you love him but just need to be reminded about that. The sheer conviction and confidence in his eyes coupled with the lovesick gleam in his eyes always makes you shudder. You shouldn't try to escape from him though. He's fast, far too fast for you to process and even if he wouldn't seriously hurt you, the way he grips your wrists or ankles tightly after he's caught you makes you realize that he's really strong. Strong enough to leave bruises on the skin he squeezes all too tightly whilst keeping that grin on his face, one that makes your stomach churn. Darling, you should be more careful. If you continue to refuse his help, he might have to tie you up to keep you from running. He knows it's scary but don't worry, he's here for you.

#yandere kuroko’s basketball #yandere kuroko no basket #yandere knb #yandere hayama #yandere kotarō hayama

[lance-space-mommy]

Can You Stop? Your Condolence Is Uncalled For.

“Oh, you’re still so pretty.”

Midoriya knew the saying all too well. After all, it was said to him whenever his haircut came out too short or didn’t look right. He knew it didn’t make anything better, yet people constantly said it.

“Oh, you’re still so pretty.”

In junior high, his bullies decided it would be hilarious to drench Midoriya head to toe during lunch. They carelessly picked up a bucket of what they assumed was water and threw it on Midoriya. The whole lunchroom was laughing or ignoring the show when things went south.

Midoriya started screaming, wiping his eyes, and struggling to stand.

“It burns! It burns!”

Soon everyone realized that what Midoriya was been splashed with was not water. While the dumb bullies that pulled the prank were freaking out, others jumped into action. Bakugo had been in the lunch line and getting his food when Midoriya started screaming. Despite everyone assuming he couldn’t care less, he was the one to scoop Midoriya up.

While one of the students called 119 out of fear, a couple others had been trying to get handkerchiefs and napkins to help. Bakugo forced them away and rushed Midoriya to the nurse, freaking out that Midoriya was still wailing and struggling to keep his breathing calm. The nurse explained if the chemicals were harmful enough, Midoriya needed to be stripped down and thoroughly rinsed.

The curtain was drawn and Bakugo had to help Midoriya undress and get under the shower. Midoriya tilted his head upwards, more concerned with flushing his eyes. Bakugo was huffing and puffing. He was a bully, but this kind of physical violence was horrible. Whatever chemical that was been poured on Midoriya was already showing clear effects. His skin was enflamed and bright red.

Midoriya could barely stand, getting a bit wobbly. Bakugo was doing everything in his power to support Midoriya’s body weight and keep him stable. Bakugo also tried to help Midoriya control his breathing.

Once the ambulance arrived, Midoriya was taken off to the hospital as well as Bakugo. Bakugo only had mild pain in his arms and hands from where he’d been touching Midoriya and his clothes. He was still treated considering how bad Midoirya’s condition was.

Midoriya left Aldrea Junior High after the incident. Aldera Junior High in return got a bad reputation after the event occurred. Many students uploaded the video causing news stations to report the crime. The Midoriya family refused to respond to the reporters trying to get details on what went down or Midoriya’s current status.

The Bakugo family had visited Izuku many times. Inko was devastated, but beyond happy her pride and joy was alive and safe. Katsuki was still beyond pissed that his peers were so stupid and reckless. Mitsuki and Masaru kept bringing him really amazing meals in secret since the hospital food didn’t really have much he liked.

Izuku had permanent scarring from the intense 2nd-degree chemical burns. While most of his body had the bucket of strong chemicals splashed on him, there were some miracle spots where there was close to no damage. Of course, there still was a lot. The majority of his body was affected due to the chemicals seeping into his clothes.

Izuku was grateful for Katsuki. If he hadn’t stepped in, who knows what would’ve happened. Everyone in that school was a coward so they probably would’ve ran away out of the fear of being burned. Mitsuki and Inko both transferred their sons to a new school, giving them a fresh start.

Everyone left Izuku alone at the new school when people found out he was quirkless. That meant no bullies. He even made a could of “friends” but he saw them more as acquaintances. Bakugo of course rose to the top for his powerful quirk and being a new kid. Midoriya hid in the crowd, doing what he had to do.

Through the rest of Junior High and into his first year at U.A. High, the phrase that once didn’t hold any weight now felt like a punch to the gut.

“Don’t worry, I think you're handsome.”

“Your scars look so cool!”

“They are your battle scars!”

“They show you survived!”

“Oh, you’re still so pretty.”

Izuku hated people bringing up his scars just to tell him that it wasn’t too bad. It didn’t change anything. It didn't make his scars magically disappear. It didn’t change how he felt about his scars or what happened to him. It didn’t make him feel any better. If anything it made him feel worse.

The constant reminder of what Midoriya now had to deal with and that he was considered "flawed" to a certain extent was counterproductive. Why would a person point out what makes Midoriya different only to try and explain how he wasn't different? It was unnecessary and cruel to a degree. Constantly bringing up a topic and memory he didn’t want to always think about soon made Midoriya turn cold the moment people even started talking about appearance or whenever someone started their usual ramble.

Midoriya's arms were now littered with scars from using his quirk and he found some comfort in them. He may not have wanted them, but they stemmed from a place he could look back at fondly. His fingers were bent and scared from the sports festival when he helped Todoroki. His large and bright purple scar from fighting Muscular and saving Koota. Still, someone always found a way to bring up his chemical burns.

Whenever the dorms were built and the interviewer came to write a report, he took an interest in Midoriya. Not only because of his close relationship with All Might, but because of his past. After talking to the boy about it, Midoriya agreed to do a really small interview.

Soon after the man left and the article came to life, many were surprised to find out about Midoriya getting a personal interview. When the class all read through his experience and recovery journey, they stilled at one small section.

“I get so frustrated because rather than having a normal conversation with me, everyone brings up my scars. They point them out or make a comment only to immediately tell me something to try and make me feel better about a topic they brought up.”

“Oh? So it’s bugging you that people only see you for your scars. I understand how that may be frustrating, especially if they are one bringing up something you’d prefer to keep in the past,” agreed the reporter.

“Yes. It doesn’t do anything for me. It doesn’t make me feel better. It doesn’t erase what happened to me. It doesn’t change the fact I’d rather not have these burns all over my body. People don’t understand that “oh you're still so pretty” is a meaningless consolation. Just don’t mention my scars and I’ll be satisfied. They don't realize their "validation" is just them letting me know that all they see when they look at me is my scars.”

“Preach kid. I hope that your message will help remind people to be conscious of what they say to others who are experiencing something similar to you. Also, I’m sure everyone will be happy to hear you’re safe and healthy; Even though I’m sure everyone already knows you are doing well after seeing your performance at the sports festival.”

“I’m honestly doubtful. The sports festival is such a thrilling event! Everyone that participated was so hardworking to show their worth and had such amazing quirks! Something that happened years in the past wasn’t the focus,” rambled Midoriya, trying to deny his importance.

“You got me there kid. You and your classmates sure have gone through a lot since then,” noted the reporter.

“We sure have. I’m very proud of them and I’m so grateful for the friends I’ve made. They’re incredible and I hope that the world can see that,” declared Midoriya, clearly passionate about lifting up his classmates.

U.A. staff and students found themselves reading the article and being surprised. They didn't know Midoriya’s injury had been a big topic in the past. While they didn’t recall hearing about it, they probably had seen something about it before. It was easy to find. All you had to do was search up Midoriya’s name and it was all you saw.

News article after news article. News reports after news reports. Gossip channels posted video after video. The clip of Midoriya being assaulted was easy to find as well. So almost everyone watched as their close friend, student, or peer was drenched in chemicals. His screams would haunt them. Fortunately, some of the videos showed Bakugo running over revealing he had been the one to help.

Nonetheless, Midoriya made it very clear he did want people to form an opinion of him based on his appearance. He didn’t want pity. He made it very clear he didn’t want it brought up at all. They had all been meaninglessly consoling him on something he didn’t need to be consoled for. If anything it was a backhanded compliment at best.

They had been bringing up a topic that made Midoriya feel uncomfortable. They did all of that just to try and make him feel better about something he didn’t need to feel better about. Not once had they thought of how it would affect Midoriya. They had good intentions, but they should’ve minded their business unless he brought it up. They overstepped his boundaries and they felt beyond guilty about it.

Uraraka, Kirishima, Iida, Mina, Sato, Kaminari, Sero, and Ojiro were most guilty. Shoji, Tokoyami, and Kota knew better than to bring it up. Their situations were completely different considering their body alterations were from their quirk, but they still were very aware of how they felt when their mutations were brought up. They knew how painful hearing that mindless consolation was.

Aoyama, Tsuyu, Jiro, Hagakure, and Mineta had only ever consoled Midoriya when someone else around them had brought attention to it. They didn’t see where it was their business to bring it up, but then they felt obligated to say something when it was brought up. Momo on the other hand never once discussed it. She had noticed the scars, but just like how she was with Todoroki, she just kinda ignored them afterward. It was just how Midoriya looked. It didn’t warrant her input.

Todoroki and Midoriya had actually talked about their scars in private. Todoroki’s came from abuse. Midoriya’s came from bullying. They found a lot of peace from talking to someone else who'd gotten their scar in a similar situation. While the situation wasn’t able to be compared, not like it should be, they were still violent in nature. Todoroki’s mom gave him a freeze burn in an attempt to fix her pouring boiling water on his face. Midoriya’s bullies were stupid and didn’t think to make sure the bucket they grabbed was filled with water. No matter what lead to them being hurt, they still came out with scars.

Bakugo came to Midoriya’s dorm later to discuss what he said in the newspaper. He was irritated to find out that no one saw an issue in pointing out something that could possibly trigger Midoriya. After all, the scars clearly came from a traumatic experience and even the mention of the scars could make him relieve it.

Midoriya ranted a bit, getting worked up once thinking about it critically. The way Bakugo phrased things really put everyone’s behavior at face value. Bakugo enjoyed watching Midoriya get angry. Midoriya finally was doing something for himself; which was getting angry on his own behalf.

Midoriya received a lot of apologies. He wasn’t petty like Bakugo, so he accepted everyone’s apologies. All that mattered to him was that they learned their lesson and he wouldn’t have to hear them bring up his scars again.

Besides, he didn't need their pity or words of affirmation to know he was still beautiful. His scars had him look badass.

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #middle school bakugou #middle school deku #aldera junior high #ua high #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku au #a bit of angst #slight bkdk #badass deku?

[127luvr]

To my first

Jisung x Male reader

Achievement unlocked: New Love Language learned!

Jisung has never been an affectionate person.

He has never felt the need to reach a hand out to the people close to him as a way to show them he loves them. Hugs were okay, he knew this was a way that people felt loved—appreciated, even. He never really saw the big deal behind it. Until he met you.

Being the new baby of the group, you felt alienated. Everyone had their place in the group and yet there you were, tight lipped and silent. You heard from Sungchan and Shotaro that they were just thrown into the group, never really introduced to all of the members. You thought maybe they were exaggerating—but here you were. More than twenty pairs of eyes were on you as it was finally your turn to introduce yourself.

You dug your nails into your palm, blinking hard before bowing as low as you could to show your respect for the older members.

“H-hi.” You cleared your throat, feeling the heat build up in your cheeks. Finally deciding to look up from the floor, you make eye contact with Jisung. He gave you a small smile, one you could take as a pity smile—regardless you accepted it. The two of you had become acquainted the last few days; bonding over being the youngest members. Jisung would later admit he was a little jealous when they decided to add you to the group. “I’m (Y/n), I look forward to working with you guys. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous but I assure you I’ll be as neo as I can.”

You turned your head towards the chuckle you heard, surprised to see Taeyong behind the sudden noise.

“So formal. Relax a little, we’re going to love having you here.” You stared up in awe towards the leader. You’ve always admired him from afar but now he was here in the flesh. You closed your mouth, unaware of when you left it open in surprise in front of the—no—your group members.

Jisung leads the round of applause that follows your introduction and Taeyong’s welcome speech. You become flustered again, overwhelmed with all the attention on you. You wish you could just know everyone immediately and be friendly towards one another to skip the awkward phase. But alas, you were immediately thrown into getting to know everyone and listening eagerly as they over shared.

In the span of a few months, you and Jisung have become inseparable. That isn’t to say that you weren’t close to other members—in fact, you got along so well with the members, it felt like you were meant to be in the group. No matter how late you had joined. But it was different with Jisung.

It was late night conversations under a shared blanket and holding hands when either one of you got anxious. It was the aggressive butterflies in your stomach when you catch him staring at you almost hungrily. It was his head on your shoulder as he napped in the car in between schedules. It was the shared drinks—and the clothes—and the notes. It was the shared AirPods even though you both had a pair of your own.

“Can I be honest?” You turn your head towards Jisung, letting him know that he had your full undivided attention. “I hate physical affection.”

“Wha—”

“I hate it.” He peels his eyes away from you, moving his head to face the ceiling instead of towards you. He continues speaking, letting his thoughts flow out without a filter. “I didn’t see the appeal—or rather I didn’t feel the need to reassure people I liked them by giving them a hug or holding their hand. Even just a touch on the shoulder.” You were scared to hear where this was going—was he going to confess that he secretly hated you? “I hated it—until I met you.”

Jisung couldn’t help but always have skin-to-skin contact with you. It had become such a habit it felt weird when you weren’t in arms length. He found it odd that he always longed to reach out to you. To hold you. To hug you. To touch you. But he brushed it off.

“You make me want to reach out. It’s involuntary sometimes. I just do it because you’re like a magnet, (Y/n/n). You’re driving me half crazy trying to figure out what this is.” He’s rendered you speechless. You’re still facing him as he faces away, face hot with nerves. This time, you were the one reaching out towards him.

You used your left hand to grab his cheek and turn him towards you. Immediately your eyes fall to his lips. His eyes do the same. It was only a matter of time now.

#park jisung #jisung #nct dream #nct u #nct #nct x male reader #jisung x male reader #nct jisung #nct jisung x male reader #<3

[flowery-king]

I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MENACE

I had a day off from collage work and decided I'm in the mood to design the Jester boi we all love :>

[Here's the entire sketch page of me figuring out how I wanted him to look!]

1) Jevil is an entity of pure chaos, however he does not have the ability to affect the world around him (anymore). That won't stop him from breaking the laws of reality when it comes to his own body though. He shapeshifts quite frequently when he talks - often expressing himself by means of contorting his physical body in strange ways. Most of the royalty of the Suits Kingdom is used to this by now - however there are still those who become extremely disturbed by these actions - often leading to a monster fainting. Jevil loves toying with these individuals especially. Their reactions are just so funny - how can he not? He's smaller than most adult monsters (which is still somewhat tall human-wise) - but that doesn't matter since he can just stretch out his body to tower over individuals if he'd like to.

I changed his ears to horns to emphasize more on the devil part of his name - no real reason other than that haha

2) Jevil's wings are actually just an accessory - he doesn't really need them to fly or hover. He doesn't even know that other monsters with wings for functionality actually need to flap them to fly - he just thinks they're being funny. Sometimes he'll spread them open for dramatic flair or use them for emoting (like those rare times he gets startled) but mostly he just keeps them wrapped around himself as a makeshift cloak of sorts. He has bells attached to him almost EVERYWHERE - and yet you still don't hear him when he sneaks up on you. He's only heard when he wants to be heard.

3) Jevil is very much acquainted with Gaster - he is the monster that helped him escape the restraints he had over his powers after all, finally able to effect the word around him with his chaos magic as much as he did to himself - and yet he still insists on being an asshole. How rude.

4) Jevil is able to do whatever he wants to do now after being let out from his cell - and yet instead of shattering the concept of reality into liquorice flavoured pieces - he instead decides to tag along with a human child on their quest to help the Darkners form peace with the Lightners once more. He thinks it's a very amusing goal to have and would like to see how they would go about doing so (boredom will do that to anyone). Plus - the human child's got some chaos magic of their own radiating off of them somehow - so he's enjoying the vibe.

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I've decided to name the AU the Rae-verse since Reagan is somewhat the main character I'm gonna be focusing on story wise :3

Feel free to ask any questions if you have any about the AU :D!

#Rae-verse #Deltarune #Deltarune AU #Jevil #Gaster #Fgarart #Whoops long post hopefully the cut works hhh #gonna go back and tag all of the things still relevant to this AU as Rae-verse :> #hope you enjoy my silly thoughts - I plan on making more of them cause I adore this funky lil AU I made #But it will have to be put after my collage work and comm work #but yall definitely know what I'll be doing in my spare time :) #edit: gaster is a nerd now

[beantothemax]

Canalbrine would have been terrible if not for two things, Temenos discovered. 

The rather witty banter between Agnea, Hikari, and Partitio (paired with their resolves to follow him to the ends of the earth to solve the case of His Holiness’ murder), and the sudden appearance of one beloved knight. 

“I can vouch for these travellers. Grant them mercy, my friend,” Crick said, striding to stand intimidatingly beside Agnea. If she looked delicate on her own, she looked downright fragile next to Crick, decked out in his gleaming armour and wicked sword. 

Yet she held herself with such confidence and sureity that it hardly made a difference. This was Agnea Bristarni, a superstar, travelling alongside the Inquisitor, Hikari Prince of Ku, and the continentally-famous company owner Partitio Yellowil. What an odd band of travellers they were. 

The guard hesitated, then nodded, striding off and leaving the group to their own resources. 

“Well, I daresay it is quite the surprise to see you here, little lamb. I had no idea this was where you’d been assigned,” Temenos said, crossing his arms and smiling. Crick’s gaze flitted from Partitio, to Hikari, to Agnea, and back to him. 

“Forgive my crudeness, Inquisitor, but I thought we agreed not to call me that anymore,” Crick replied, and Temenos bit back a laugh. 

“Hm. That must have slipped my mind. In any case, we are not here to exchange banter. We four are investigating the pontiff’s case. Care to lend us your aid, Godsblade?” 

“Four...? Oh! They are helping you!” Realisation dawned on his little lamb’s face, and Agnea smiled. 

“Well we couldn’t just let him go off on his own. He’s so frail he’d get torn apart by Mountain Apes within the week!” 

“Or succumb to a plague or another on the Sea,” Hikari added gravely. Temenos felt his smile waver, and he landed a sharp kick to Hikari’s shin with his heel. 

Crick visibly bit back a laugh, eyes widening with shock at the casuality with which Agnea and Hikari referred to him. 

“I have told you before, you two, that my physical condition is perfectly fine for the method of fighting I employ,” Temenos said through gritted teeth. 

Agnea gave him a look, and crossed her arms. “You bash so many monsters’ heads in, I’d expect at least a little muscle to build up.” 

“And we have done so much travelling that one would expect you to be better at fending off ailments,” Hikari said, visibly fighting back a smile. 

Temenos waved them off, and stretched. “Hm. I find myself to be suddenly quite tired. Perhaps it was all the walking?” He said, desperate for a change in subject. 

Partitio popped his neck and arms, no doubt cramped from all the dagger-work he’d been doing. “More than likely. We did an awful lot of travellin’, after all. D’ya reckon talkin’ to that feller could wait ‘til mornin’?” 

“Mm. Perhaps. Little lamb, do you know of the theologian Lucian?” Temenos asked, and Crick nodded, pointedly ignoring the nickname. 

“Yes. He lives by himself just on the edge of town. It is not a far walk by any means, but I do think you four ought to rest a touch before speaking to him.” 

Temenos laughed softly, an unbidden rush of affection and fondness flooding his chest. “Caring as always, my dear lamb. Well, let us be off. The inn awaits.” 

“I shall see you three in the morn. Sleep well,” Crick bade. 

“May you have pleasant dreams,” Agnea said, bowing her head. A common Leaflands saying, used for those close to oneself or family. Was Agnea, indirectly, calling Temenos family? He feared the question may haunt his sleep. In any case, Crick bowed his head as well, mirroring her perfectly. Was he acquainted with Leaflands customs? Yet another question to ponder at a later date. 

“Sleep tight, Sir Crick. We’ll all need to be nice ‘n rested for tomorrow,” Partitio said with a nod (since he lacked a hat to tip). Crick nodded back. 

“...Goodnight, Sir Crick,” Hikari said quietly, pointed and polite as ever. Try as he may to hide it, his royal upbringing was painfully obvious when it mattered most. Crick watched him, nodding. You as well, he seemed to say. 

“You three go on and find us a room. I must speak with Crick for a moment,” Temenos bade them, lingering by his Godsblade’s side until the others had disappeared into the inn. 

Then before Crick could ask any questions, he spun on his heel and did something he never would have before he met Partitio and Agnea (and by a small extent, Hikari). 

He brought Crick into an embrace, holding him as tightly as possible with the armour impeding him. 

Crick froze for a moment, before wrapping ever-gentle arms around Temenos’s thin waist. “I missed you, Temenos,” he whispered, head bowed. 

Temenos drew a breath, fearing he may begin to cry. “I missed you too, my Godsblade. For such a small sprout of friendship it certainly seems to have a brilliant bloom, does it not?” 

Crick was quiet for a moment before he huffed out a laugh. “Yes, I suppose it does. I only hope we may keep it alive long enough to see it grow and flourish.” 

Temenos pulled away just enough to see his lamb’s face, and quirked an eyebrow. “Goodness, is my little wayward lamb professing his love for me?” 

Crick laughed at that, a smile playing at his lips. “You are tired, Temenos. Go get some rest.” 

He pulled away from the hug and sank to one knee, pressing a kiss into Temenos’s hand. “I swear to you that I shall be here when you wake.” 

Temenos, though he took pride in his ability to keep a calm composure in any and all situations, was left dumbfounded as he watched Crick rise to his feet and walk away towards the Sacred Guard’s barracks. 

It seemed there was more to his little lamb than he gave credit for. 

^the lying liar

what the fuck!!!!!!! mean to hikari!!!!!!!!! we should throw him to the apes actually I like agnea’s plan

YAOI EXPLOSION💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

does he know? :3

#MAVVIE WITH YET ANOTHER BANGER #can’t believe they made gay people real #waugh mav these lil gang interactions are my very real lifeblood #asks #adventures-of-turnabout #inbox fic

[wonda-fhr]

🍂 for luke, 🌻 for lia + 🌺 for david?

The more I thought about the prompt questions, the less I wanted to answer them myself. So I looked for ways to let others tell it. And I like writing dialog.🙂

Thanks for your Soft OC ask 🌹 ------

🍂Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others? - For Luke

Sorry, I listed Luke without being more specific. Luke is not a sidestep, but a human in Lia's AU. The death of his twin brother has put him on the same path of revenge as her. So Lia has found a friend and accomplice. But thanks to him, she has learned that affection is not a weakness.

Luke had two drinks ready and was settling in on the couch for a cozy evening when Lia interrupted his plans. "Oh, come on. You don't have to be shy with me, you're allowed to get hugged. In fact, you'll have to, because I like to cuddle, especially my dearest friends."

"I'm already used to your hugs. But this is the coach, and me in your arm isn't necessarily that common, is it?"

"Come here, into my arm, and we can talk some more." Luke opens his arms invitingly in Lia's direction, who is still standing a little distant from the couch, watching him with a curious smile.

"You remind me of Ortega right now. You don't give up, do you?" In response, she receives a stubborn shake of the head, and lets herself fall onto the couch next to her friend, laughing defeatedly. Luke gently pulls her into his arms until her head rests on his shoulder and he can wrap his arms around her.

"No, I never give up. Besides, I know you a little bit better than Ortega does, and I don't want to seduce you. Not necessarily. I don't think I have any closer friends than you right now. So what's wrong with a little physical contact or a kiss to show some friendly affection? Not everyone who wants to touch you wants to harm you, love. For my part, I need a lot of closeness with those who are important to me."

"You hugged some people at the exhibition. Is that also affection?"

"In a way, yes. A simple hug can be very superficial, but it is still more heartfelt than a handshake. I knew all the people there for a long time. Distant friends and good acquaintances, the second and third line of friendship. But don't worry, I don't ambush everyone, strangers have to be satisfied with a handshake.

"It's nice to be in the first row. But now I'm a little curious where Blaze finds his place in these rows. Was that hug still superficial?" Eyes flashing with curiosity, she looks expectantly at Luke.

"We'll have to find out." A wink and a kiss on the forehead start the time for a drink, a movie and some loving company.

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🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? - for Lia

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The silence out here permeates you until you can hear the slightest sound of the wind in the dry grass. The last smell of your motorcycle's exhaust is still in the air, mixing with the dust whose smallest particles have not yet found their way to the ground. A cricket jumps from the grass onto the flat rocks, each landing like the rhythm of a drum.

Here you don't have to observe anyone, you don't have to pay attention to what insignificant gestures betray the intentions of your counterpart. No twitching of an eyebrow, no nervous rubbing of fingers, no unrhythmic breathing has to interest you here. There is no threat. Not even the flush in Danny's cheeks when you hold his gaze too long, or his silky hair sliding through your fingers.

You can focus on the more important things. The sun and the wind on your skin, the colors, the sounds, the smells. Everything that can reveal so much is never aimed at you out here. It is your proof that this world still turns. That it goes on, no matter how much people despise you and each other. Here is your little piece of peace and it will always be here. No matter what happens to you.

You can't stay here yet, but you can claim another piece of freedom before you reach the city. Through the narrow roads in the mountains, a little too fast, too reckless, with the wind in your hair and the heavy machine in your control.

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🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone? - for David

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"David, it's okay, it was just a dream. Everything is fine."

He pulls you close, firm, confident, but so tender. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and your trembling fingers claw into the hair on his chest. "It's never good," you murmur, not lifting your head or relaxing a single muscle.

"I could sing you something to calm you down." He didn't phrase it as a question, and already Spanish nursery rhymes are reaching your ears. A bit tuneless and with lyrics that were never meant to be logical, you are robbed of any chance to keep a straight face. Your tense lips smile over clenched teeth, it's so silly, so simple and impossible that it will work. Still, you can't help but grin until your cramped hands begin to relax.

Secure between the two strong arms, you are soon completely relaxed and Ric is running his fingers thoughtfully through your curls. "How did you deal with the nightmares when you were alone?"

"When it wasn't so bad, I buried myself in some work. Just kept myself busy until I was exhausted."

"And when it was bad, how did you manage to calm down?"

"I didn't. When it was really bad, I couldn't calm down. But it's a time game, and time always wins over panic. A body can't hold the panic tension forever. Eventually it catches up with you and you fall into the most dismal sleep possible. Then you wake up numb, emotionless, like a puppet, and start to function. Stop grinning like that! Yes, you are good for me. I guess I can't deny it anymore."

"But I love to hear it."

#thanks for the ask! #luke reglan #lia kingsley #david kingsley

[cagcd]

      [ argue ]   miguel gets into a heated argument with johnny

   Volcanic rage erupts without warning,   but with an ease for those with hearts constantly engulfed in fire,   it's so sickeningly familiar,   vicious   &.   raw,   an authenticity of feeling he had often envied in his inability to express with the need to maintain an image that never truly gave light to the avalanche of thoughts and troubles he held beneath,   restrained by a tight leash he never allows to let loose,   &.   tightens his hold upon whenever he felt it slipping ever so slightly.   Oh,   what he would give for a split second of earnest emotions,   to be the one rave and scream,   to object and refuse this agony rather than to hide it with another well-crafted smile.   Violent tempers were a curse that ran in his family,   [   among many others he's yet to escape from   ],   he finds himself recalling the state of a dysfunctional household whenever he's on the edge,   refuses to be anything like his father   &.   brother                  an ugly side of wrath he's too acquainted with,   remembers how deeply it affected his mother,   kind eyes glistening with tears,   lips trembling,   and still smiling.

  It's doubtful if his simliar attitude is a matter of bravery as much as it was cowardice,   he would persist if it would kill him,   for finding similarity with her to be far more merciful than them                     he wishes it were this way,   and desperately so.   Sees the concern in plenty of faces as he sunk down to the level of the man he abhorred.   Avoidant,   nonchalant,   there's very little that could harness his attention,   the past few months felt as though he'd been standard on a raft in the vast ocean,   forced to survive and nothing more.   Physically,   he was there,   he excelled as always,   fought to save and protect,   all except himself.   Always distant during quieter hours,   so annoyingly unbothered by appearance.   He can't recall what unpleasant joke that had his friend                      no,   brother,   seeth with rage,   clawed hands grabbing at him tightly by the shoulders as if to restore some sense onto him.   And usually he would smile,   steer the conversation into something playful,   but despite his better judgment he simply snapped.

        ❛❛   What the fuck is your problem ?   ❜❜        he bites back,   tone unintentionally harsh,   a hand swatting away at Miguel's.        ❛❛   Mission's over,   we did what we can,   what's there to complain about ?   ❜❜        it isn't about the mission,   he's aware.   &.   wants to escape that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he looks and sees what lay behind that anger,   worry,   so deep and true.   Hazel hues evade by glancing away,   it's a new torment he cannot withstand,   finds that care more deceiving than it ever was genuine,   a fault of many losses and failures that had him questioning himself,   his life,   a shallow creature that he was,   empty at the core,   abandoned by family,   no contact with his mother,   an ex wife that couldn't stand the sound of his name,   and a daughter he only sees from week to week,   good job A-lister.   There's a shadow of something bitter that darkens his expression,   a brief frown on his lips as he turns and simply walks off.        ❛❛   I need a drink.   ❜❜

@spidergene // it's chill we're chill

#spidergene #☆.⠀⠀⠀here's johnny⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀answered !⠀) #tw addiction #// just in case #// You know I would've made this funny but it's my mission to make you suffer now enjoy :) #// the more distant this man is the more troubled he is actually #// he's going through it fr;;;;;