#i’m the worst i’m the worst i can’t believe it’s all my fault i lost so many and they never want to be my friend again

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“silly boy, come find me when you’re older!” • a. artlert

synopsis: two lovers realize their relationship isn’t meant to be but that doesn’t mean they have to part ways forever..

content + themes: fem!reader (black coded), age gap (2-3 years, armin is 19, reader is 21-22) college au-ish (armin is going to nursing school + reader is a business grad), star-crossed lovers trope, angst + comfort, missionary, riding, hand holding, heavy kissing, crying (not dacryphila), accidental creampie, pet names (baby, mama, baby boy, angel), drug mentions, he gets possessive for like .2 seconds.

word count: 3.1K

📝: I have been so in love with fluff and the idea of soft smut lately (maybe it’s the holidays, maybe it’s my hormones..who knows!) but this is a part of a new au I’m starting! A new story that’ll be coming out soon and I can’t wait. For now, enjoy one of several side fics to accompany it! Also, please tell me y’all know this title reference 😭

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“I really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that…”

the phrase seemed to have alluded him yet again..slipping through one ear and out the next. Almost as if only his body was present and his mind and spirit were elsewhere. It was to be expected though..

“..armie..? Aren’t you going to say something, baby? Anything?..”

you had just confided in him quite possibly the worst thing ever. In truth, his heart was breaking and there wasn’t a single thing that either of you could do to mend it. Although, you felt solely responsible..that the reason for his pain was entirely your fault. But it was a necessary confession nonetheless. One that you truly believed would benefit you both. Distance. Distance between the two of you so that he could properly pursue his education. A long sought after dream of becoming a nurse. Following directly in his mother’s footsteps and making her proud..it was all Armin ever wanted. As it stood, that was a mere concept and it was thanks to the girl lying next to him. His sweet, beloved (y/n). The (y/n) he reunited with at a house party one night and had been wildly entangled with ever since. Hooking up, drinking and smoking…what most peers your age was doing but you also had bigger aspirations for both Armin and yourself. He wanted to become a registered nurse, working with children and you were already two years deep into your collegiate journey as a business major. Laser focused and ambitious..ready to conquer your goals. You couldn’t waste your lives away in the back of his car, hotboxing and having sex. As fun as this little whirlwind romance was, you had to cut things off. At least for the foreseeable future..for both of your sakes. It wasn’t an easy decision in the slightest and you were far more torn up by the situation than what you were letting on but it had to be done. Regardless of your emotions..

“..I just don’t understand..I mean, is there someone else? Why don’t you want me anymore?…”

there it was..underneath all of those newly etched tattoos, shaggy blonde locks and suave charm lied that sweet, gentle boy. The same nerdy kid you’d first encountered whilst attending the same high school. Although two years apart, you found him to be adorable and couldn’t help but to grace the awkward brainiac with a smile every morning on his visits to the library. A beautiful goddess like you even acknowledging him? He was grateful for that alone! But it wasn’t until his senior year did the two of you reconnect. By that time, he had shed his thick, wire framed glasses for icy blue contacts to match his own..grew out his blonde bowl cut to a curly shag and had even acquired a couple of art pieces on his arm. Not to mention, gained some muscle from playing basketball. Some say you were the catalyst for his sudden change. Although this appearance was new, deep down, he was still that wide eyed genius with unbelievable intelligence. And best believe, your kindness wasn’t lost on him. So it came as no surprise, when you happened to cross paths with him at a graduation party that your younger sister, who happened to be in the same class with him, was attending..he found the courage to finally talk to you face to face. All of his newfound confidence flew out of the window when he saw you..that ethereal skin, deity like features and of course, that smile. That smile that made his heart flutter. “You haven’t changed a bit, baby boy…”

certainly his looks had, but you saw through all of that. You saw Armin for who he truly was and for that, he couldn’t allow you to slip away without confessing his true feelings. So that night, with liquor in his veins, he charmed you with sweet words and told you that he’d always had the biggest crush on you. It didn’t take long for you guys to get involved..days after that party, you began seeing one another. Both romantically and intimately. However, your relationship wasn’t exactly conventional or ideal..you were good for each other, perhaps a little too well. Because every moment that presented itself, you’d find yourself in every bed, couch, bathroom or backseat..going at it like rabid animals. The sex was insane and you couldn’t get enough of each other. It was only coupled by the sensation of the drugs coursing your veins..stimulants that sent your mind to places you didn’t need to be. Although there was never a single fight between you two, you knew the relationship wasn’t a healthy one. You encouraged each other’s worst habits. He had gotten a full ride scholarship to his dream school and you had obtained several as well for your ideal program. But you both stood to lose those if you didn’t make some changes. Ditching class to go smoke and then fucking him in every square inch of your off campus apartment. Sending him nudes and salacious messages during class, along with always being underneath each other. He’d never be able to focus and stay on track at this rate! Hence why you had to be the mature one and break things off. Even if it brought you to tears as well. So with a shaky palm, as you lay in bed next to one another, you’d bring a hand to his face and quell his doubts.

“You couldn’t possibly think that..you're the only one I want, Armin. I swear on everything..but..we can’t keep doing this. I love you so much but we’re no good for each other. At least not right now..”

but he’d attest, almost immediately. Insisting that he could buckle down and focus on his goals at hand. However, your mind was made up. That blind obsession and adoration for you would never allow him his room for growth. It wasn’t fair. Here you were only another year shy of receiving your degree and he was barely even started. You had to give him a fair shot, even if it meant removing yourself from the equation. You had even found an internship. He’d try to talk you out of it, convince you that he could juggle both college and you but regardless of how smart he was, nursing school was an entirely different beast in and of itself. It would require his full attention and dedication if he wanted to be an exceptional caregiver. No drugs, no distractions…no you. His studies deserved all of his time.

“So why can’t we make it work then? Isn’t that what couples do or was I nothing more than a joke?”

“Armin…”

in that moment, he’d tug away and roll over onto his side, giving you the proverbial cold shoulder and it stung like hell. The last thing you wanted to do was fight the man you loved. If anything, you wished things could stay like this forever. But you both had growing up to do and until that happened, it was best you parted ways.

“..I have an idea..”

But it wasn’t something that had to be permanent..for now though, there was no need to be upset with one another when you could spend your remaining time enjoying yourselves. Gently pulling him back towards you, you’d maneuver your legs until you were able to crawl on top of him. Those long acrylics scaled his freshly tattooed chest as you gently straddled his waist..at that moment, his little cheeks flushed red and you’d feel his breathing becoming slightly heavier. You’d lean down and begin peppering light kisses to his temple and all around his face..all while slowly rolling your hips against his crotch. With you, he was vulnerable..at his softest and would undoubtedly listen to whatever you said. “I’m all ears..”

that’s when you’d devise a plan that you believed that both of you could agree upon. An agreement of sorts.. “..two years..in two years, we can see each other again, just like this. We’ll work hard and reach our goals. You’ll be in your senior year, doing clinicals and I’ll be at my new job. We can find a place and finally start our lives together. Armin, I love you so much and I don’t want to see you throw your life away. Please..promise me you’ll find your way back to me when you’re ready. When we’re both in a better place..” once he spotted your tearful plea and heard the tone in your voice, he knew what had to be done. Personal feelings aside..you were absolutely right. He knew if he stood any chance of keeping you in his life, he had to blossom into a grown man that you could be proud of. One that was worthy of being called yours. Reaching up, Armin would grasp your hand and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss, holding it close. He wanted to remember that feeling..savor it and savor you as well. God, he didn’t want you to leave, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye!..but this was the only way. The only way he could ensure that he got to have you in the long run. He wanted you two to grow old together so he’d make this temporary sacrifice to be able to share an eternity with you.

“..you have my word, angel. I promise..I promise I’ll come back to you a better man than what I’ve been..”

“Then take me…right here.”

just then, you’d feel his hand snake up your spine and tug you down towards his chest..not another word was exchanged. Just slow, tender pecks and breathy moans..immersed in the covers and in one another, you’d allow the moment to take you both. Your palms cupping his cheek and his gripping your ass, you’d tousle around underneath the sheets. It didn’t take long for the endearing moment to become rather heated but it was a true testament of the passion between you two. In a moment of haste, his nails would gently dig into the curvature of your back as you leaned up. In a matter of minutes, you’d feel his once flaccid erect growing harder underneath you. The sensation of your dripping heat making direct contact with him..and it was driving him crazy! He needed you so badly right now and you were just the same.

“Armieeee..”

calling out with a high pitched whimper as you ground yourself against him. You couldn’t stop either..almost as if you’d simply combust if you were to be pulled away from him right now. Frail cries would escape his lips as well but he’d find a semblance of control to satisfy your desires, which took precedence over everything else.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need..”

cooing to you in that sweet, loving tone that always managed to turn you to meet putty in his hands every time. You were still hopelessly rutting yourself against him; arousal overflowing from between your thighs that quickly. He knew what you wanted but he needed to hear you say the fateful words..give him instruction and guidance the way you had always done. “Hey, look at me, mama..” gently snatching your head forward and forcing eye contact as your chest heaved. “N-need you. Need you so bad, baby..please. Make love to me..” and with that whiny declaration, he’d make haste in fulfilling your wish. With a cocked smile, Armin would reign you in tighter, reaching for you. “Then here..take my hands, angel..” on his command, your hands would join in a gentle clasp, combining as one as you adjusted your lower half to align with his. He’d buck his hips upward and you’d lower yourself down as your bodies became one… meeting in an instant. “Fuck…” the word escaping your mouths simultaneously along with gentle moans. That seemed to be the theme for the night. A stark comparison to the wild nights you shared together previously. Perhaps.. it was the realization that this was really the last time you’d get to do this for a while. That he wouldn’t be able to feel the comfort of your body, to smell your intoxicating scent..to clash with your plump lips..to taste the sticky gloss that coated them. To stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. So as he lie underneath you, being rode to kingdom come as your tightness constricted around him once more, Armin would close his eyes and absorb every memory, every fiber of you..ensuring that he’d never forget his first and true love.

“There you go, baby. Right there..ride me—fuck!”

and he couldn’t possibly forget how you made him feel. How you set him ablaze with your overwhelming passion..still bound hand in hand, heart to heart, you’d keep going. Throwing your head to the wind and calling out your lover’s name, lifting it to the heavens as you bounced up and down. Taking him to your hilt; allowing that swollen tip to prod your most sensitive area. “Armin, baby! Yes..oh my gosh, you feel so good.” For the first time, you didn’t just fuck him. His flesh was more than a mere vessel of pleasure..it was your soul becoming one with his own. You were experiencing true pleasure in its purest form..and neither of you wanted it to end. Finally opening his eyes, he’d be greeted by the ethereal view of your breasts swaying and your beautiful face throwed in ecstasy filled bliss. “Aw, baby..you’re so beautiful. My favorite view in the entire world.” Smiling as tears streamed generously down your cheeks. “Oh my God—I love you, Armin! I love you so much.” Confessing with all that you could muster. And that warm, gushing sensation derived from your sex wasn’t lost on Armin either. He’d find himself in a fit of heaving as your walls closed in around his cock. Squeezing him as if to never let go. “Ahh!-shit..I love you too, baby!—“

in that moment, he could no longer hold back his urges. His need to claim full dominion over you..hastily, he’d bring you to a cease before maneuvering and flipping you over onto your back. It was then that he’d mount you. Diving between your legs as he held each in place. He didn’t even take a moment to adjust. It was mere seconds before you’d find yourself filled with him yet again and he’d begin his descent into your mix. Sloshing and drumming up slick as your thighs collided in a fiery haze. The bed..the one that you’d messed around in so many times before served as the place of consummation for your devotion tonight..ricocheting and colliding with the wall as thunderous slams erupted. Your limbs entangled as your legs found home around his waist and your arms on his back. His entire frame lay bare and pressed to your own as those hips crashed into you. It felt unreal..so unbelievably unreal. But this was the present..your reality for the time being so you’d savor every last moment you got together. Drilling further into your body, his pace sped to a barrage of more steady, consistent strokes. Ones that he would accompany with sloppy tongue kisses. Filling your mouth with them as he pounded you gently. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Regardless of how many times you slept together, something about this moment was starkly different. “Look at me, (y/n)!…” once again, snatching your head forward to meet his gaze. “You’re mine..you’re mine and I don’t give a damn where you go. I belong to you, you hear me? Don’t forget that..” those tears that had been brimming in his eyes finally fell and you’d affirm his sentiment with a fierce nod of your head, assuring him that no amount of distance or time could ever dissipate the love you shared for one another. “Yes baby! And I’m all yours, forever. I won’t ever leave you.” Sealing your promises with one final act..

“Yeah? You mean that?” “Every word, baby. I want you to always be with me..” Vocalizing back and forth as he continually thrashed around inside of your pussy until he sensed the urge that you were close. Upholding one another’s heads in a passionate fury, you’d exchange breathy words amid your love making. Telling him you’re near your peak and him telling you to let go. “Come for me, baby. You can come all over—“ but alas, before he could grant you permission, it would seem that he’d reach his climax first; glaring with a wide eyed expression as his seed filled you to the brim..something he’d never done before! Cursing himself and apologizing as he shook violently, draining every drop of himself into you. Perhaps he took your words a bit too literal but it was far too late to turn back now and shortly after, you’d follow. Showering him with a splatter of sticky rain. Squeezing and dripping all down his shaft. You’d convulse and flail around the mattress until he was able to quell you with gentle kisses. “I’m right here, mama. Let it out, it’s okay..” but once you were back into consciousness, you still wouldn’t let go and you remained entangled like this minutes afterwards. Exchanging “I love you’s” and sweet nothings. Along with tears..shedding them not for what would be lost but the time you had together and the comfort in knowing that you’d reunite soon enough. This time as more than friends with benefits or even mere freshmen sweethearts. But as an entity, an item that could never be separated because your bond was forged on a stronger foundation than one made of pure lust. It was love that would drive you to be better versions of yourselves, to work hard and it was love..that would bring you right back to one another when the time was truly right!

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A wet dream just dangling

18+ Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

Summary: As her best friend, he was always there to answer any question she had... he just never expected her to talk about how smoking weed makes her horny but not wet.

Warnings: brief mention of reader x gareth, insecure reader, mentions of fatphobia, teasing, love confessions, body worship, teasing, wet dreams mentioned, Eddie has a perv shoe box full of photos of her, taking sexy photos together, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spit, titty fucking

Word count: 3.7K

She sat on Eddie’s bed beside him, he was playing a new song on his guitar and scribbling things down on some paper, a cigarette dangling between his lips while his right hand changed between holding a pencil and a pick. They got high together not too long ago, she was still feeling peak stupid, she could barely keep the words from tumbling out. 

“You remember my date the other night?” 

“Yeah,” he glances at her. “Anything juicy you wanna share?”

She nods, embarrassed but needing advice, “we had sex…”

“That bad?” He could hear it in her voice. 

“It was my fault though,” she prefaces. “You know how you can get cotton mouth? Well, you can get it down there too…”

“I don’t follow?”

She sighs, he wasn’t going to get it unless she spelled it out for him. “I mean when I’m high I can’t get wet and we got high, as you do at lovers lake, and so it was like so uncomfortable I never finished and he felt bad and so I felt bad—

“Wait, really? That can happen?”

She nods, her body on fire with self-pity, it was so uncomfortable sharing this but she thought he might be able to help. “It’s the worst cause weed makes me so horny, I wanna fuck anything and everyone but when I’m with people I dry up, it’s like my vagina has performance anxiety?”

That makes him laugh, “well, maybe it’s not totally your fault, they could just not know what they’re doing… did he just kiss you a bit and move right to fucking you?” He asks, taking the last haul from his cigarette and putting it out on his ashtray. 

She nods, pondering if she should tell him who it was or not… “it wasn’t good… and you know him too…”

“That’s even worse!” He’s like offended, “it was Gareth, wasn’t it? I’m gonna have to talk to him 'cause this is a 1-star review and I should have at least 3-star guys in my band…”

She can’t help but laugh, nodding cause he was right, “he’s still a good kisser though… I think he was just scared cause I’m fat—

“No you’re not,” he cuts her off, brows furrowed, disappointed in her. “Don’t say that, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, you have a wonderful body and it’s a fucking shame that no guy has worshiped you right? Seriously, I can’t believe Gareth got to fuck you before me and didn’t even do it right!”

“Why, what would you do?” She asks, followed by taking a sharp gulp, nervous and hornier than ever before at the same time. 

“With big girls in general or with you specifically?” He starts to blush. 

“Is there a difference?” 

He can’t help but laugh, she had no idea how many different scenarios he’s come up with in his head about the two of them. “I’m pretty generous enough as it is… but knowing your little issue… mmm,” he can’t help but lick his lips as his eyes trail her body. “I wanna make you squirt.” 

She gasps, “Y-you’ve specifically thought about having sex w-with me?” She’s still lost on that. 

He nods, “since we’re being all honest and shit, you’re basically all I think of when I Jack off… you’re like perfect spank bank material for me, babe. Fuck, I’ve wanted to get my lips on you for years!!” He moves his guitar to the floor and frees up his lap… he’s hard in his jeans and she can’t help but stare, even as he’s motioning for her to move in closer. 

She suddenly can’t breathe, the thought of him touching himself while thinking of her was too much. The fact that it was only her…… she could feel herself getting wet suddenly, moisture collecting in her panties as her thighs pressed together. It made sense, seeing as she thought of him when she got off at home, of course, he could get her wet without even touching her. 

“To do what?” Is all she can ask. 

He hops off his bed then, not scared to show her just what he means by spank bank. He gets down in his stomach and reaches under as far as he can, he pulls out a shoe box and hands it to her, “it’s gross, but it’s all you…”

He takes the lid off and the first thing she can see is the Polaroids they took together at the pool last year. She was in a full-piece bathing suit, lounging on a sun chair, it was a photo she hated when she first saw it. She felt chubby and insecure and yet Eddie had more of them, photos she’s never even known existed, showing off her boobs, her thighs, her tummy rolls… there was even more under the photos. He had a pair of her underwear that she lost years ago, a bracelet she made him, a scrunchie and some clips, even a train ticket from when they went to see the eagles last year… it was a memory box merged with his wank material, and yet it made her heart feel full. 

“Why?” She holds the photos up, still stuck on the fact he liked her out of everyone in the world. 

“I think you’re sexy, I mean, I had a crush on you when we met and I watched you get hotter over time…” he shrugs. “It’s why I take so many photos of you when you’re over here and just doing nothing… I just like to look at you and think about you touching me and loving on me— god, I crave your touch so much and you never want to cuddle or be close to me, not like when we were kids, and I miss you so much.” 

“I’m here all the time?” 

“But you’re over there,” he references to the space between them. “You always sit near the end of my bed or on the floor, you’re never sat close enough for me to make a move or feel you up… believe me, I have wanted to be with you for so long.” 

“Eddie…” she sits on her knees and crawls over to him, “why didn’t you say anything?”  

She sits right in his lap, cupping his face while his hands feel up her thick thighs and grope her ass as he pulls her in closer. “I didn’t know how…”

“You wanna know the truth?” She whispers, watching him nod ever so sweetly, he was enamoured by her. “I was afraid of being close to you 'cause I’m big… I feel ugly sometimes if I’m not freshly shaven or if I feel swollen that day and it’s always so hot in here and I’m sweaty and—and I wear pants to hide my legs and I can’t wear tank tops cause I feel huge in them and I don’t want you to—

“What? Judge you?” It breaks his heart. “No, no baby, I want you to be comfortable when you’re over here, I love you, all of you.”

They both still, he can’t believe he said it and she can’t believe this is real. “You love me?” 

He nods, tears kinda welling in his eyes, and he clears his throat with embarrassment. “Yeah, I have since you sat beside me during middle school orientation.”

“That was almost a decade ago,” she whispers, disappointed that she had to wait so long. “I’ve been dating random losers and hating myself for years when I could’ve been happy with you…”

“This is a two-way street babe,” he teases her. “I never said anything because you got distant—

“I hit puberty,” she reminds him. “It’s not my fault you were a late bloomer. Do you know how hard it is to have all guy friends while your boobs are growing in and you have to bleed once a month? It’s weird and awkward and all you seemed to care about back then was playing pretend with the boys.”

“I do miss when we could run around in the woods like idiots,” he reminisces. “Remember the time you were a princess locked in a tower that was just the old play set over by the murder house and we slayed a dragon for you?” 

She nods, “we had our first kiss that day, how could I forget?”

“It was your idea,” he reminds her, a proud smirk plastered to his face. “You said I deserved a token of your gratitude but you didn’t have a hankie, so you kissed me instead.” 

“Gareth was pissed,” she teases him back. “He thought he deserved a kiss too…”

“We did save you together,” Eddie still backs Gareth up. “It was weird watching you kiss him right after me.”

“What can I say, I’m the people's princess,” she tosses her hair off her shoulder playfully. “At least I can say you’re the better lover…”

Still sitting in his lap, still feeling each other up, his hands are so warm on her back while his eyes flick down to her lips, “you wanna know a secret?” 

She nods this time, nervous to hear what he has to say. 

“I’ve had this reoccurring wet dream about you for years. It always starts off the same, you catch me jerking off to my photos of you and you sit on my face as my punishment… and the one thing you say is ‘you’re always pleasing yourself it’s time you pleased me’ and fuck, it makes me cum untouched thinking about being suffocated under your thighs and pussy…” he’s panting by the time he’s done talking, his chest heaving, his grip on her ass tighter than before. “Please? I don’t care if I fucking die under you, I want to be smothered by your delicious pussy, I wanna make it wetter than it’s ever been before— fuck I wanna make you squirt on me that’s how badly I want to please you.” 

In a moment of confidence, she feels powerful and sexy for once in her life and it just slips out. “Well, it’s about fucking time you pleased me instead of yourself, you selfish little slut.”

He moans, his hips bucking under her, jolting with pleasure as his cock hardened even more. “Please?” 

“You’d be the first one,” she whispers. “No one’s ever eaten me out before, I never thought anyone would…”

He lays back and claps, “your chariot, m’lady.” 

She giggles, “I still have my clothes on, bud.”

“Chop, chop,” he teases as he sits up again and lifts her up as he transitions to his knees, he tosses her down so she’s laying on her back and begins unbuttoning her pants. “Oh this is a fucking dream come true, I swear I’m asleep right now…”

“I was thinking the same thing!” She teases as she rips her shirt off, laying there in just a bra and her soaking wet panties.

“sweet fuck,” he stills. “Can I take a picture of you, please?” 

She nods, taking a deep breath to suck in her stomach and her anxieties, “sure…” 

“Babe,” he tosses his head to the side, “no, don’t be nervous, I’m literally rock fucking hard for you.” He grips his cock through his jeans, showing her just how suffocated he was behind his zipper. “This is all because of you.” 

“Fuck,” she mumbles, biting her lip, “you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Eddie…”

He groans and tosses his head back, his hands balled into fists, he celebrates with a little shake of excitement. “Thank you, god, I knew if I was good enough you’d finally let this happen.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she teases him, feeling slightly more confident the more he played it up. “Where’s your camera?” 

“Over there,” he sighs and gets off the bed. He puts the shoebox on the floor and kicks it back under his bed where it belongs, “you wanna undress me or should I just?” 

“Can I?” She sits on the edge of the bed again with him standing between her legs. He nods, watching carefully as she unbuckles his belt and pushes it out of the way to unbutton his jeans. “you can take off your shirt…” 

“Okay,” his arms cross as he grips the hem and pulls it over his head, shaking his hair out of his face once he’s free of the cotton confines of the shirt. 

“Effortless,” she whispers. 

“Hm?” 

“You’re so fucking hot and you don’t even have to try,” she admits. “You have no idea, do you?” 

“Says you,” he pushes her hair back behind her ear, gazing down at her. “You realize you’re like, better than the girl of my dreams, right?” 

“No way!” She shakes her head in disbelief. “What? How?” 

“Cause she’s not real, you are,” he whispers, leaning in finally and pressing his lips to hers, ever so gently. He breathes her in deep, savouring the kiss for as long as possible. He hasn’t kissed her in years and this kiss is evident of that. 

Every feeling he’s had for her over the last—however many years it’s been, they’re all in this kiss. Every late night thought about her, every flirtatious joke, every longing stare, it was all leading up to this moment. 

He goes to kiss her again and again, only making her smile as she realizes just how serious he is, “you love me…” 

“I really do,” he kisses along her neck as he lays her back against the sheets. “Stay…” he orders, staring at her as he backs away and grabs his camera. He turns it on during his walk back to her, he makes sure it has enough film in it and holds the viewfinder up to his eye. “Say cheese.” 

She covers her face with her hands, overly exposed in front of him and nervous beyond belief. “If we break up you’ve gotta promise to burn those…” she mumbles under her hands and peaks out slightly to see him frowning as he lowered the camera as the photo rolled out. 

“Unless you dump me, I don’t see that ever happening.” 

“Me either,” she can’t help but smile at him. 

He puts the camera on his night table and pushes his jeans off, finally. She sits back up and reaches out for him, she palms his erection through his boxers, making him suck in a moan as he bit his lip, “fuck…” 

“Do you wanna know what my wet dreams about you are like?” She whispers up to him, watching him nod. “I’ve always thought about giving you a handy… like cuddling together with you’re head in my tits while I jerk you off and you’re just this whiny little mess— fuck you’re so cute and sexy, Eddie, how do you do it?” 

“Says you,” he cups her face in his hands as she takes his cock out of his boxers, resting the elastic band under his balls so she could fondle them as she stroked his cock.

“I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over me,” she admits, no longer shy. 

“I can do that,” he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his eyes slightly rolling back into his head. He takes a deep breath and gets down on his knees, “but first, I need to taste you… please?” 

“Uh-uh,” she sits back up, “what happened to me sitting on your face?” 

“It’ll be easier to make you squirt like this…”

“I don’t wanna make a mess,” she whispers to him. “Shouldn’t we put towels down or something?” 

He just laughs as he loops his arms around her thighs and hauls her to the edge of the bed, “I don’t think you’re high enough… or you were lying to see what I’d do?” 

“No, it’s your own damn fault,” she teases right back. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me for years, Munson. She knows what she wants—

“Oh, and I intend to give it to her,” he speaks through his teeth as he peels her underwear off and spreads her legs open again, “oh, baby… I always knew you’d have the cutest lil bush.”

It makes her feel more bashful than nervous, she believed him when he said she was cute, and she felt secure and happy with him. It was everything she ever wanted.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases, knowing damn well he would reach over to the camera once more and actually do it. The photo pops out the bottom, still white and adjusting to the room, she takes it in her hands and shakes it a bit before placing it on the bed. She takes the camera from him, “I’ll take the rest.” 

“Seriously,” he brushes his hair back out of his eyes, he gathers the hair up and quickly puts it up with the hair tie on his wrist. 

She takes a photo of him then, between her legs with his hair in a ponytail, adding the polaroid to the pile as it develops, “I want to remember this too, y’know.” 

“Anything you’re not okay with?” He double checks, his arms tucked around her thighs again, he caresses her inner thigh with his cheek. “Only wanna please you, princess.” 

“Mmm, go for it, baby,” she whispers. “Live out that wet dream for me, don’t hold back.” 

He chuckles to himself, shaking his head with disbelief, “oh, I won’t…” his one hand snakes down her thigh, delicate fingers making acquaintance with her clit, he’s so careful with her. 

She moans without a second thought, resting on her forearms so she can watch him. He loops down to gather her wetness and bring it up to her clit, rubbing it in with his forefingers with a smirk. He moves in slowly, making eye contact with her as his tongue flicks over her sensitive clit and his fingers tease her hole. 

“Oh, fuck,” she tosses her head back and grinds down against his tongue. 

He slips one finger in, going so deep before he bottoms out, his cold rings hit her hot skin making her hiss. From the shape of the cold metal and the length of his finger, she knows it’s the middle one, he’s so fucking deep inside of her, he curls the digit and gives her a little rub from the inside, matching the glorious suction on her clit, she was in fucking heaven. 

He pulls out his finger just enough to add another, slowly and sensually fucking in and out of her as his tongue does something beyond words. She drops flat against the mattress, writhing in pleasure, she grips her tits and grinds down against him, “fuck, Eddie.” 

He groans against her, trying to keep her legs apart with his free arm, she can’t help squirming along with her muscle spasms, her hips had a mind of their own right now. It was too fucking good to form a coherent thought, her body reacted on autopilot, he could fuck her like a rag doll right now and she’d just take it. This was just his mouth… this was just the start of things!! He was going to fuck her later and she already knew that it was going to change her life. 

His fingers curl as he fucks her faster and harder, the sound of his hand slapping against her wet cunt filled the room alongside the disgusting slurping noises he made, enjoying every second of it. He grips her thigh tight, nails digging into the skin as he tries to keep her legs spread with just one hand, his other fucked into her at such a rate she was close to hyperventilating. She wrapped one leg over his shoulder, making him moan against her again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her aching clit straight to her core. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she warns him when that all too familiar heat starts to spread through her stomach and up her chest, she grips the sheets tighter, searching for the camera again, she wants to capture this forever. His chocolate brown eyes stared up at her, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and her leg draped over him, it was all too perfect. “Just like that, baby… oh, please? Please make me cum.” 

She snaps the photo and tosses the camera back onto the bed so she can fuck his face as she cums, she was right there, she wanted to so bad, and then his rhythm changes. He rubs her from the inside in matching circular motions to her clit, it’s more than she’s ever felt before, she screams out a moan, tossing her head back again, gripping her chest as the orgasm rips through her body. She doesn’t see how much she came, effectively squirting on his face, down his neck, covering his chest and leaving droplets on his boxers. 

“I knew you could do it,” he groans, using the wet hand he was just finger fucking her with to stroke his cock.

“No, hey,” she reaches out for him, “fuck my tits?” 

“Fuck,” he stands up, pushing his boxers all the way off and using them to wipe down his face and neck. 

She gets herself better positioned on the mattress before he crawls over her, resting gently on her stomach he grips his cock in his hands and taps her boobs with it, making her laugh, “are you just going to play with them?” 

He shakes his head, gathering some spit in his mouth before letting it drip down onto his cock before she pushes her boobs together and locks him in place between them. He carefully thrusts forward, mouth agape and eyes in the back of his head as he moans. His movements are more needy than skilled, he can barely keep himself up straight he’s so drunk on her touch. 

“Cum, baby,” she whispers, seductively, “cover me, mark me as yours, come on, sweetheart, you can do it…” 

“Ah, fuck,” he still, his cock pulsing between her tits as rope after rope of his cum landed on her chest, neck and even her chin, “st-stay, stay there,” he instructs her, reaching for the camera in his post-orgasm haze, he needs just one more photo of this, in case it never happened again. 

“Smile, beautiful.” 

And she does, she smiles with the true belief that she is beautiful, he does in fact love her and she was worthy of every single ounce of it.

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[midnight-pluto]

First time trying out an event

Fandom: PJO/HOO

Trope: Comfort/Hurt, Angst

AU: Riordanverse

Style: One-shot

How about a Percy Jackson x mortal gn!reader who can see through the mist where Percy hears about a prophecy of how he must lose (death or just leave him) his s/o for a quest, and in trying to find ways on how to stop it, ends up not giving reader any attention or care that they break up and possibly die or just leave.

(sorry if it's too confusing, you can change parts of it to your writing style)

NO ESCAPE — percy j.

TROPES: fluff, angst, comfort/hurt

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

PAIRING(S): percy jackson x gn!reader

WARNING(S): set place after pjo and before hoo, talks of trauma and PTSD and death

A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve written for the pjo fandom so I hope I did ur idea justice

“NO,” PERCY DEADPANS, looking Rachel. “I refuse to believe that this prophecy is about me and Y/N. Absolutely not, the gods have fucked up my life enough - I am not allowing it to happen, again.”

“Percy my prophecy’s haven’t failed to be true,” Rachel replies, feeling remorse for the boy in front of her.

“No, see, remember? Remember the prophecy where you thought it was me who was the hero but it was actually,” Percy swallowed hard to mention his former friend, “Luke.

“Maybe it’ll happen but it still doesn’t mean it applies to me and Y/N.”

“Percy the fates are inescapable. You can’t cheat them, you can’t trick them, you can’t escape them,” Rachel sternly tell before speaking a tired and small, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s well- not okay, but it’s not your fault,” he sighed, burying his head in his hands. “I better find Y/N soon,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking out of the cave.

It was supposed to be just a fun, small, 3-day trip to camp due to it being spring break for him. But that turned out to be just another time where he was forced into serving the gods with zero thanks.

By the time Percy was informed of his fate, he didn’t have enough time to cope during his trip and was picked up by his mom, Paul, and you later that day.

“Percy! How was camp?” you smiled at the boy walking towards the three of you, running up to him and giving him a hug.

“It was alright,” he said blankly, continuing his walk to the car.

That made you pause - and not just because of the blank remark.

But because he didn’t hug you back.

You shot a worried look towards his parents automatically knowing something was off.

Paul was driving while Sally was sat in front so it was just you and Percy sitting in the back together. Normally, the car would be full of chatter with Percy rambling about whatever happened at camp while he was there while holding your hand.

This time though, there was no chatter, and there was no holding hands.

“So did anything exciting happen at camp?” Paul tried to break the stiffening silence, “Want to get to ice cream?”

“Nah, I’m not hungry,” Percy replied, eyes fixated out the window seemingly lost in thought.

To you it seemed that while you weren’t sharing loving touches with each other, you both still seemed to be sharing troubled thoughts and minds plagued with worry.

He wasn’t possessed - you’d know - and he was still himself; but not. What could’ve happened in the past three days that could’ve caused him to act like this?

You knew his dreams were ridden with trauma and flashbacks and sometimes a horrid future awaiting but he’d normally speak to you about such things. You could only hope if it were such a case he’d talk to you about it soon.

IT SEEMED THAT soon couldn’t come soon enough. Spring break had already passed, and it’s been a near month and Percy has barely spoken to you throughout it at all.

Percy on the other hand felt at his absolute worst.

Well, that was of course an exaggeration but knowing the fate of the relationship you have is still really terrible.

It wasn’t his intention to distance himself from you, it’s just something he did subconsciously - a desperate attempt to preserve what was already made.

“Percy?” his mother knocked on his door, “I brought you cookies.”

“Thanks, uh, can I talk to you about something?” Percy asked, taking the plate of cookies and placing them on his bedside.

“Yes of course you can,” Sally smiled, and shut the door to sit on the edge of his bed.

“When- when I was at camp I of course had the fortune of being part of a prophecy… again,” Percy inhaled a sharp breath, “And it was about me and Y/N and- Rachel said that I was gonna lose them and I just- I don’t want that.”

“Oh Percy,” she frowned pulling her son into a hug, rubbing his back softly as his tears spilled onto her shirt.

“And I don’t want them to die- they don’t deserve that, not because of me,“ he muttered.

“Percy, listen to me,” Sally gently pushed him away to look at him in his eyes, using her sleeves to wipe away his tears, “What matters isn’t in the future, but now. Regardless if you’re going to lose Y/N, make the best memories to look back on when they’re gone. That’s the meaning of life - to cherish it, and the limited time you have here with everyone you’ve ever met.”

Percy nodded at his mother words, smiling to himself at the thought of spending more time with you. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” she softly tussled his hair, “Now I’m going to set something up between the two of you to go hang out tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles, wiping away his own tears.

“Make sure to eat those cookies,” Sally reminded before shutting his door with a soft click.

YOU TOOK IN a deep inhale before angering the small café Sally had arranged you and Percy to meet. Prepared to face him with a look of defeat on his face you open the doors, and see him sitting in the back with a cup of hot chocolate warming his hands.

But he didn’t look sad like all the other times you tried to talk to him, he didn’t look dismissive, he looked like himself. He looked like Percy.

Seeing the face you had come to love the past year return didn’t make your heart flutter as it used to however. One of the only reminders of your true intentions behind accepting the invitation.

Walking over to the table, you take the seat across him and give him a small smile that you could muster.

“You’re not gonna order anything?” Percy asked, head tilted towards the chalkboard’s beautifully written on displaying the menu.

“No, I don’t feel like it,” you shook your head, “Um, Percy I just wanted to talk to you and I’m sorry.”

Percy could feel his heart drop the moment you said those words. His head kept on making up words and phrases of what you were going to say next - anything but what he knew you were going to say.

“I just don’t think we’re going to work out,” you spoke in a soft and gentle tone, “I don’t regret the time spent with you, but it would be better if we no longer saw each other. Romantically, at least.”

It took every once ounce of Percy’s body to spill out tears from the corners of his eyes but he managed to choke out, “I understand.”

“Thank you, for everything Percy,” you hung your head low, beating yourself up for hurting the boy in front of you who had already been through so much, “I hope to see you around.”

And just like that, you exit the café as Percy’s eyes trail your figure from the window until you disappeared around the block. It doesn’t take long for the nearest fire hydrant to burst open, water spewing out when his eyes couldn’t.

A/N: did I manage to make you guys feel something? also, my 200 follower event is currently ongoing so please feel free to request!!

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[agi-ppangx]

Duh, girl.... I just thought of a story that's really sad, if one of the straykids members whose relationship with his girlfriend feels distant. Because of what? Because he's lost interest and they rarely communicate because they're really busy, but... He doesn't want to let you go, with the words "I still love you". But you're really tired of this kind of relationship, and you're also stressed because you have a lot of work, same as him.

Do you think they'll continue with the vague relationship or finally break up even though there must be a little regret and sadness for sure?

💭tell me you love me

pairing: skz member x fem!reader

warning: swearing

an: anonnie why are you doing this to me💔 no but i actually love this idea so much and i may have made this drabble a bit too angsty, choosing an abrupt ending, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless<33 i also didn't mention any names so you can imagine any of the members :]

“i’m tired of this,” you whispered, tears making their way down your face. he only sighed in response, plopping heavily on the couch. you felt defeated, stressed and so extremely tired. you were standing in the very middle of your living room, staring at your so-called boyfriend. “i told you so many times i’m a busy man. i can’t help it. and you were aware of all of this when you decided to be my girlfriend!” he shouted, but you didn’t even flinch. you didn’t care anymore. “well, i thought that maybe you would try a little bit more to make things work. but here we are instead,” you spat, your voice trembling. “i’m trying! stop with this whole narrative, you know i still love you.”

you always thought your relationship was stable, that your fights were just meant to make it stronger. you wanted to believe in forever with him - since day one you promised to make effort and find time for one another. but it seemed as if he broke the promise at the first opportunity. and when you confronted him about it he always had the same response - “you know i still love you.”

“have you ever thought about how i feel? how i feel when you ignore me for your friends, how you literally avoid me when we’re both home and how you don’t even speak to me anymore? do you ever think about anything else but yourself?!” “shut up! it’s not my fault you are insecure about everything. i’m tired and when i get home from work all i think about is getting some sleep, not making sure you are taken care of. you’re a grown-up, you don’t need me around all the time.” he got up abruptly, screaming at you. you scoffed at his words. you couldn’t believe your ears - it had to be a nightmare, right? you took a step in his direction, then another one until you were standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes. your vision was blurry but it didn’t stop you from trying to burn holes in his face. “do you even love me anymore?” you asked, your voice barely above the whisper. he kept eye contact with you for a while before speaking again through gritted teeth. “you know i do.” “then say it properly. tell me you love me and say you’re sorry.” he hesitated. he fucking hesitated and that was your last straw. you left him in the living room and went to your bedroom to pack essential things. “oh my god, of course i still love you. stop acting like a fucking child!” he went after you, screaming something after these words, but your mind couldn't comprehend his lies anymore. your face was covered in tears, eyes stung and it felt harder to breathe with every passing second. when you had all your stuff packed you faced him for the final time. “if you at least apologised, i would've stayed. i would stay here with you and try to work this out, because i do love you, truly. but you’re a fucking liar playing on my emotions and i’m not going to waste even a minute more on you,” you shouted into his face, almost choking on your tears, and simply left the apartment. and the worst part is that he didn’t even try to stop you, letting you go.

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[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

OMG CAN YOU PLEASE DO DARYL AS A PARENT FIGURE???!!!?!! 😭😭😭

I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY LIKE THAT 😭

A/N: thank you so much for the idea!!! I hope this is okay!!! I was tempted to go full out and have him be an actual dad, but this’ll do for now. If you’d all like an actual story where Daryl’s a dad of the reader then please do lmk!! Also there are other Daryl father figure stories on my page so feel free to have a scroll!!<3

Synopsis: reader lost her family at the beginning of the apocalypse, she finally breaks and Daryl is there to comfort her.

Female! Reader x father figure! Daryl.

You were upset. Clearly. Like a ticking time bomb. You were staring down at the ground, the group had gone through a hell of a lot of shit to get to this point and the pain of losing people and seeing such blood shed welcomed in a new emotion for you. Pure agony. Agony that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The last time you felt it was when your family had been killed and turned into walkers. And losing all parental figures in one night was devastating.

“You good?” A voice came from the side and you glanced up seeing Daryl resting his shoulder against a tree crossbow hung over his other shoulder as he stared at you worriedly “I’m fine.” You murmured looking away from him, hearing him make a slight laughing sound as if he didn’t believe you “talk to me y/n…” he wasn’t one to ever push but he saw you were struggling. You remained quiet for a while just staring before you slowly looked at him before standing up “I lost my family… to the dead at the beginning of this shit show. They were ripped from me in an instant… sure my family wasn’t perfect but they all loved me and I loved them.” Daryl’s face contorted with sadness as he stared at you sadly. Oh how he wished he had a supportive family… he only really had Merle and the man was toxic as hell.

“I- I- seeing everything today it just brought back all the memories. Hearing my parents scream for mercy… seeing their blood… seeing how the dead ripped their faces off.” Tears were now streaming down your cheeks without you even realising as you let out a shaky breath. Daryl slowly got closer to you “I wanted to save them. I hated that I couldn’t save them… I- I- I needed to save them and it fucking kills me that I can’t go back and rescue them.. I should’ve done more… I- I needed to do more they needed me and I just stood there too scared and then I ran off and—“ your sobbing suddenly grew louder as then and there you broke in front of Daryl. He was the type you could trust. You wouldn’t of opened up like this to anyone else, maybe Rick, but Daryl was like a father to you. At the worst of times he kept you stable.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly “easy y/n.” He soothed holding you close to his chest. He rubbed up and down your back delicately “blaming yourself doesn’t get you anywhere.” He blamed himself over a lot of things so he understood but he knew it wouldn’t help anything. “Not your fault.” He spoke to you quietly as you sobbed into his chest, his grip on you was light at first before eventually he secured his grip on you tightening it as he pulled you impossibly closer “it’s okay…” You couldn’t focus though, only crying more as your hands weakly pushed against his chest, angry at yourself as weak cries continued leaving your lips Daryl keeping a protective hold on you, your hands continued hitting at his chest and he only held you closer to him “easy… breathe…” he soothed as softly as he could.

He dropped his free arm down momentarily so he could drop his crossbow down onto the floor before he pulled you closer to him again holding you tight “I miss my dad…. I miss my dad… I miss him so much.” Daryl’s heart broke for you and he held you closer, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head, his hand soon coming up to caress against the back of your head. “It’s okay.. it’s all going to be okay.. I’m here for you.” He didn’t dare let you go. You continued crying about missing your dad and he didn’t let go, he just held you, and as your sobbing eventually calmed down he pulled back slightly only to see you now clawing at his shirt to keep him there and he knew you needed him so he leaned in closer to you again.

“Your family would be so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” He murmured to you gently. “For killing people?” You murmured with a soft cry. “No.” He pulled back resting his hands against your shoulders “for surviving. We’ve all got to just survive somehow. Right? And you did just that…” he smiled warmly and you sniffled, before his hand came up to wipe against your cheek getting rid of the tears that lingered against your skin. “Look up.” He nodded up and you slowly glanced up at the dark night sky, twinkling stars shining down on you both. Daryl wasn’t the sentimental type to believe stars were lost loved ones but he could pretend for you… “they’re shining down on you always… proud and happy. Supporting you.” A small smile broke out on your face and you leaned into him, holding onto him tightly, “yeah…. Thank you… love you.” You murmured quietly without even thinking and he leaned down kissing your forehead. “Love you too sunshine.”

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[narcolini]

ending the night

angel reyes x gn!reader, comfort/fluff, 1982 words

warnings for descriptions of vomiting

for day 12 of whumpril, using the alternate prompt: foodpoisoning 

a/n: honestly, this is whump in the same way dessert pizza is pizza... sweet but not really deserving of the name LMAO anyway. when in doubt write angel having a hard time, am i right ? 

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas​ 

You’re sitting on the edge of Angel’s tub, finishing up a final text to his brother, from his phone, not yours, while Angel empties his stomach into the toilet again. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s puked now, but it’s enough times to know that your evening is well and truly over. He had barely made it from the taxi to the house when you got here, and has said almost nothing since you’d found him in the bathroom, knees to the linoleum.

Not that you mind. Not that you expect anything from him at all, in this state. If anything, you feel bad for being so helpless. And for not being sick yourself, weirdly, but that’s just how the straws were pulled. Beyond the water you’ve left for him on the counter, and the company, there’s nothing else you can do. You’ve already opened the window behind, invited cool air to draw in and, more importantly, the sharp smell of vomit to draw out. Texting EZ as if you were him, had been your most recent idea; a last ditch attempt to be productive and to improve the already dire circumstances.

‘Well,’ you announce, clicking Angel’s phone shut, ‘EZ says he can swing by the restaurant and get your bike.’ You watch him nod, head bouncing between in the hole of the toilet seat. ‘And I told him it was me that got sick, so he can’t clown you about it later.’

He laughs, all breath, and it echoes around the porcelain. ‘Thanks.’

You smile. He can’t say that you don’t look out for him, even this early into things. Five, six, dates down—formal ones, anyway—and you’ve skipped right to the in sickness part. Which you’re doing pretty well at, all things considered.

‘I can,’ he starts, pausing to swallow in-between, ‘pay you back. For the Uber.’

You shake your head. ‘Forget it. You got the bill.’ And he’s paying twice for that too, with money and stomach lining. ‘You think it was the chicken?’

He sighs, daring to look back at you briefly, forearms on the seat. ‘No idea. Shit tastes like battery acid now.’

You wince. ‘I wish I could make it stop for you.’ You wish you could go back in time and make him choose the beef dish that you had, avoid all of this mess, and finish the drinks you’d had to abandon at the bar. ‘You want me to pass you the water?’

He shakes his head before spitting into the bowl, clearing his mouth of the last bout of sickness. You’re both waiting, really, to see if it will come again. Angel breathing slowly, audibly, catching his breath over the edge of the seat. You, staring at his shoulders like they might give you any warning of it.

The time between is getting longer, you think. A sign that the worst is done with. If he can make it twenty minutes, fifteen even, and keep down the water he drinks, then you can both relax.

‘Fuck,’ he pants, wiping his nose and mouth with the back of his hand. He slumps away from the toilet, to sit on the floor instead with his back to the tub. Arm side by side with your shin. ‘I never looked this good, right?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ you nod, ‘big time. I’m practically tearing my clothes off right now.’

He groans, dropping his head to put it against your knee. ‘Can’t believe you stuck around to watch me hurl, dulce.’

‘I stuck around,’ you emphasise, ‘to help.’ You smile, glad he can’t see from where he is, because he’s too vulnerable right now, and he might think that you’re laughing at him. ‘I’m actively trying not to watch.’

He exhales, pushing it through his lips. ‘Shit, I’m sorry. Was supposed to a good fucking night, y’know, fancy restaurant and shit, drinks.’  

‘It’s not your fault.’ You pat his head, smoothing your thumb over the shell of his ear. ‘We should probably tell the restaurant, though, because it’s definitely their fault.’

And we deserve a refund, you think, but you don’t say it, because he’ll take that to mean that you didn’t enjoy yourself at all. Right now, he would probably take you standing up to stretch as a cue that you’re gonna leave, sick of him already.

‘You think you’re done?’ you ask, bending over your lap to find his gaze.

He sits upright to help you, then nods, and his eyes flick to your lips momentarily. It’s rare that you’d be so close to one another, and able to resist a kiss, but right now’s an exception. You smile, knowing that he’s thinking it too, seeing the yeah, I get it, in his returning look.

‘Give me a minute,’ he says. ‘Gotta, y’know, make myself smell less like puke.’

‘Course.’ You opt for a kiss to his damp forehead before standing, as close to his mouth as you’ll chance for now.

You decide to wait for him in his room, legs hanging over the end of his bed as the shower cranks to life. It’s the first time you’ve been in here, which isn’t the introduction you had expected, a temporary waiting room while he washed the sick from his beard, but it’s a welcome expansion to your understanding of his home. You’ve been to his place before, but never made it past the couch. He has a preference for it, you think, at least in his own place. He’s had the pleasure of becoming well acquainted with your bedroom, ending the night there the last few times that you’ve met up.

It’s not awkward, being in here, but it is new. Foreign like a hotel room. Granted, a hotel room that someone’s already living in, from the full laundry basket, the used glasses on the side table. The unmade bed you’re perched on.  

It doesn’t seem like he was expecting you to be in here today, either. You should ask him about that. Is your place nicer, or is he just too lazy to clean, and simultaneously too proud to let you see his room as it is? You don’t think you’d mind either answer. It’s nice, really. Clean enough, and comfortable in a way that stops you from feeling shy. If you weren’t waiting for the tell-tale signs of more illness, you’d probably lie back, uninvited, and crawl under the covers like it was your bed already.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door cracks open, steam pouring out of it. He must’ve had the quickest shower he could manage, only long enough to douse the sweat and stench off him, and then out again, dressed in just the jeans from before.

He looks exhausted, so tired and disposed of energy, that you can’t even enjoy the sight of him. His bare chest, the tattoos striking across it. You just about fight the urge to throw your arms out and beckon him forward with grabbing, baby hands, because, oh, he looks so helpless, it hurts.

‘Don’t think I got any shit left in me to throw up,’ he grumbles, dragging himself forward.

‘That’s good.’ You throw him a sympathetic smile. ‘Means you’re over the worst of it.’

He makes a sour face, hand lifting to rub over his stomach. ‘Doesn’t feel like it.’

‘You should probably rest then.’

You didn’t think he could look any more sorry for himself, but that does it, that tugs it out of him. His brows sink even further as he nods, unable to argue that he doesn’t need it, but unable to seem keen on it either.

‘Sorry,’ he says, for the tenth time, ‘I ruined our night.’

You roll your eyes quickly. ‘Who says it’s ruined? We’ve got…’ You find the alarm clock, red numbers glowing in the dim room. ‘At least, what, twelve hours before I gotta leave for work?’

And that’s what the extra sulking was for; he really thought you were gonna dip and leave him here to recover alone. He doesn’t realise that if he wasn’t worth looking after, you would’ve left him at the bar, blowing chunks in the stall.

‘You’re staying?’ he asks

‘You’re sick as a dog, Angel. It’d be actual, like, neglect if I left you right now.’

He sighs, finally letting himself collapse on the bed behind you. When you turn, he’s got his eyes squeezed shut, suffering from the bouncing mattress beneath—a misjudgement on his part. ‘If I wasn’t dying right now,’ he says, ‘I’d kiss you so damn hard.’

You laugh, crawling up the length to be beside him and slouch against the headboard. ‘And give me whatever you have? No thanks.’ You pull the cover free from under you, holding it open as you invite him in. ‘Come on,’ you say, ‘get comfy, chulo.’

He steals a look, opening just one of his eyes to see what you’re offering, before rolling into you, his head on your stomach, his arm threading beneath you and the mattress. You set the quilt down again, pulling it up until it’s covering your legs and his shoulders. Then your hand goes to his hair, natural like you do it nightly, rubbing circles around the crown of his head.

‘Hopefully that’s the last of it,’ you tell him.

He hums, speaking into the cotton of your shirt. ‘If I puke on you right now, I’ll kill myself.’

You laugh, bouncing his head with the force and surprise of it.

‘I’m dead serious, dulce, there’s no coming back from that shit. You’ll dump me before I’m even your boyfriend.’

You scoff, grinning still. ‘Not true,’ you argue. ‘But I would use it against you for the rest of time. Hey Angel,’ you tease, ‘remember when you spewed chicken teriyaki all over me?’

He laughs, but it weans off into a groan, his fingers tightening over your hip. ‘Stop talking,’ he pleads, ‘I can still taste that shit.’

And as funny as it is, you really don’t want to smell, or see, or feel, any more fucking vomit, so you oblige. It falls silent and you let it, fingers twirling in his hair still, disrupting the hold of his gel. He breaths evenly over your stomach, pooling warmth on the parts of your skin that the shirt fails to cover.

After a moment, you remember what he’d said afterwards, about breaking it off with him before you’ve officially gotten together. You smile into the question before you’ve even asked, ‘Do you want to be my boyfriend, Angel?’

He takes a moment to answer, and when he does, he’s mumbling it, talking around the ends of a yawn. 'We really gonna do this now?’

‘Yeah, sorry. Bad timing.’ But you’re smiling still, smirking even. Confident of the answer despite his protest. ‘I wouldn’t mind it, though. Just while we’re on the topic.’

The reply you expect doesn’t come, he doesn’t say anything at all. You try to look at him, but can’t bend far enough, not with his head resting as it is. You can just about see the thick black of his lashes, flicking out from closed eyes.

‘Angel?’

He groans, readjusting until he’s lay on your chest, with his arms wrapped tight around your middle. ‘Your boyfriend is very sleepy,’ he says, waking up just long enough to engage and send your heart-rate soaring. ‘Keep doing that shit with my hair,’ he mutters, adding a, ‘please,’ after a moments reflection.

You laugh, light and soft over the top of his head. ‘Yes, boss.’ You thread your fingers in again, as he asked you to, and trail them across his scalp. ‘I think I like you when you’re sick,’ you muse, basically whispering it now. ‘You’re way cuter.’

‘Mhmm,’ he hums, and that’s the last you get from him. He’s asleep before he can deny it.

#angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #i keep feeling bad that i want to just write angel in various situations but like.. #oh well lol #he is possessing my spirit and thats ok

[tightjeansjavi]

The Skeletons I Wanted to Bury

Joel Miller x f! o/c (Gwen x Joel)

A/N: this piece can be read as a filler chapter for my Joel Miller x f! o/c series ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’ I suggest reading chapter 16 before reading this piece. I’ve mentioned briefly before that Gwen and Joel are soulmates and this piece touches on the topic in some parts. I really enjoy the complexity of these two characters and I think it’s really important to recognize that both Gwen and Joel have ugly sides to them. I’ve grown so attached to this pair so I truly hope you all enjoy this piece. Thank you for reading ♡

~word count: 1.4k~

Summary: the words you left unspoken to Joel, find themselves on a sheet of paper, stained with your tears.

Warnings: angst, resentment, sorrow, grief, anguish, light fluff at the end, depressing tones, fear, anger, forgiveness,(+18) minors dni!

Songs used:

“To Hell & Back” by Maren Morris

“Favorite Crime” by Olivia Rodrigo

Joel,

I am happy you’re sleeping right now. Not because I’m afraid that you’ll catch me writing this letter, but because you’re exhausted and need to rest. I know you hate to admit that Bill and Frank’s deaths affect you more than you’re leading on. I know you struggle with your emotions and expressing them openly. I also know that you’ve never handled loss of any kind particularly well. I think we’re similar in that sense. I let on to believe that death, and losing those closest to me doesn’t affect me. Everyone dies eventually, right? The truth is, I’m scared. I’m absolutely fucking terrified of losing you.

I have lost you in a sense haven’t I? It’s not your fault. Although, I want to blame you. I want to scream and cry and tell you how upset it makes me when you yell, when you grow violent. I thought I knew who you were, but now I’m not so sure. I understand why Tess warned me before she died. She warned me that you would act a certain way. Her final request to me was for me to not leave you. No matter what happens, no matter what he says, you can’t leave him. He needs you more than ever now.

I wanted to leave you Joel. I was ready to turn around and leave you, and everything that has happened between us behind. I wanted to bury you in the fucking dirt. I wanted to curse your name to the wind. I was so ready to leave. I would never pull that trigger, but I wanted to. I pictured it in my mind and I know you were waiting for the bullet that never came.

I just wanted to be there for you. I wanted to comfort you. I wanted you to know that you weren’t fucking alone. I was right there and you pushed me away, Joel. There was venom falling from your lips, hatred in your eyes, and yet I stayed. I stayed because the thought of leaving you was unbearable. You are far too deeply entwined in my soul for me to leave. I hate you for it. I hate that no matter how loud my heart screams for me to leave, I never listen.

Why do you hurt the ones closest to you Joel?

The world dealt you some fucking terrible cards. You were dealt some of the worst of the deck. I know the death of your daughter haunts you, and I know you feel that you do not deserve forgiveness for not being able to save her. The guilt consumes you just like the guilt consumes me. The guilt of not being able to save my parents. I see their faces almost every night as I close my eyes. I see what the cordyceps did to them.

I see what the cordyceps have done to you Joel. You’ve been infected in another way. Infected with feeling that you can never give yourself an ounce of fucking forgiveness. It’s not your fault that the world is a shit place, filled with shit people. It’s not your fault that the government turned on you. It’s not your fault that a single soldier gunned down your daughter. It’s not your fault that Tess died. It’s not your fault that Bill and Frank died on their own accord.

I want to be bitter, I want to yell, I want to hurt you, but I can’t. I’d just be hurting myself and I’m exhausted, Joel. I can taste you on my tongue still, feel you between my thighs. I’m so glad you cannot hear my sobs, or see my tears. I do not wish to put you through that again.

I want to be stronger for you, for Ellie. Despite the fact that we’re a ticking time bomb, Joel and I hope to god that we never go off.

I don’t want you to see the ugly parts of me. I know that they’re there. They simmer in the same fashion as your own. I don’t ever want to hurt you the way that you have hurt me. I hope that one day you and I will be at peace. I hope we live in that house with a library, with horses in the field, and you make sweet love to me in our bed every fucking night.

I hope that the cards that are dealt to us end with you and I together. If I lose you, I lose myself. I’m so in love with you, Joel. I’ve never loved another person as deeply as I love you.

I know you don’t mean to be cruel, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. You’ve chipped away at my heart, piece by piece. I’ll continue to fight for you, as long as you continue to fight for me.

I know you are a good man. I’ve seen the sweeter sides to you and I never took them for granted. I cherished those moments so fucking much. I know you did too. I see it in your eyes everytime you look at me.

You’re better than the rest of them Joel. You always have been, always will.

I hope that when our time comes, we will be dancing amongst the stars.

I got you, you got me.

Always and forever,

Your Gwen.

Hot tears began to pour down your cheeks, like a leaky faucet. The skin was stained in your tears' salty wake. Eyes glassy, heart aching, clenching painfully in your chest. Teardrops fell along the worn paper, blurring together the words on parchment, washing them away. Vision obscured as you pulled an old lighter from your backpack, watching as the flame kissed the paper, igniting it. You watched the words flutter into the night sky, ember turning to black ash. Glossed over gaze reflecting in the trickling flames, climbing higher, and higher.

Your letter was turned to ash before your very eyes. The words you etched stayed fresh in your mind, like ink from a tattoo. The flames died as silent sobs wrecked through your body.

Joel sensed your distress in his light slumber. He thought maybe he was just having another hopeless dream. A twisted nightmare, until he heard your light sniffling and his conscious mind told him something was wrong. He shot up from his sleeping bag suddenly, eyes adjusting to the low light provided by the twinkling stars above. His eyes zoned in on you, like moth to flame. “Gwen?” He hesitantly whispered through the darkness. He could make out your crouched over form in the grass as he slowly approached.

You felt his hand wrap around your shoulder, fingers gentle along the thin worn fabric of your shirt. “I’m okay. I’m okay Joel.”

He hesitates, gently rubbing his thumb across your shoulder blades as he crouches down behind you. You hear his knees crack, followed by a low grunt. “Were..you crying?” He finally asks, resting his chin along your shoulder as his arms snake around your waist, gently coaxing you to rest your back against his chest.

“Yes.” You whispered admittedly.

You feel his deep inhale against your back, his breath tickles the shell of your ear as he gently exhales. “For Bill..and Frank? Or, everything?..”

You know what he means by everything by the way it falls softly from his parted lips.

“Everything.” You whispered, voice cracking.

“Oh, my sweet girl. It’s alright, darlin.’ I’m here. I’ve got you, and I ain’t lettin’ go.” He rasped against your skin.

“I’m not letting go either.”

“You need to rest. It’s been a hell of a day. You need your sleep. C’mon.” He brought his strong arms under your thighs, gently lifting you from the soft forest floor, and into his warm chest.

“I can keep watch. You need your rest too Joel.” Your cheek was lightly pressed against his chest where you could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“Sweetheart, I appreciate you thinkin’ about me, but let me do my job of keepin’ you and Ellie safe, okay?” He was taking quiet footsteps towards your sleeping bag, only to stop when you had grasped onto the front of his shirt and whispered. “No. I want to sleep in yours.”

“Okay darlin.’” He walked back to his sleeping bag, gently setting you down on it, slipping his jacket off his shoulders and placed it over you as you nestled under the warm confines of his sleeping bag.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“You’re welcome. Sweet dreams, okay?” He pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment before he reluctantly pulled away and grabbed his rifle lying alongside his backpack.

For the rest of the long night, Joel kept you and Ellie safe, just like he had promised.

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[mintyfrostyart]

HELLO EVERYONE

Oh boy you know who it is my favourite boy <33 I've gone into detail about his character below the cut >:}

Reginald strikes me as an odd character since his personality is formed around insecurity; the slave of his own mind, and that of his own people.

You see, royalty is a special case in this universe. Despite the name being “medieval AU”, its more magical and foreign. The Copperbottom family is a line formed from two royal houses, and has prospered for 5 generations. What makes royalty so special is that they’re gifted in many ways.

Magic

Magic is an odd case study, since its formed, quite literally, in the blood stream. If a royal had a cut, their blood would be speckled with magic. The colour of said magic is also visible within the lower half iris on a royal’s eye, and all magic casted by a royal will be of that colour. However, royals are only hosted to one power each. These powers are special, however. They usually consist as the ability to conquer a specific object, or set of objects, out of magic. King Galeforce, for example, posses magic in the shade of green, and has the ability to create any weapon of his choosing. Prince Jullian (an OC) posses magic in the shade of pink, and has the ability to create mirrors that can reflect either the true, best, or worst version of people.

These powers are said to be a gift from the stars, and can only be matured through the greatest pleasure in life: laughter.

For most royals, this is not a problem. As babies, there is a lot to laugh about, is there not? Most royals develop magic very easily from a young age.

2. Height and Strength

Royals have more power than your average citizen. Most royals range in height from 6’2-7’. They’re usually built (and trained) to handle any kind of weaponry, with their body type usually reflecting whatever magic they happen to possess. This, perhaps, is how they were able to get themselves into power; for who could take down someone who had the strength of 10 men?

..

The Copperbottom has a long history of strong, powerful rulers who have never been apposed, even when facing war. Hense, what made Reginald’s life so, er, fundamental.

He was the last of the Copperbottoms to survive. His parents met a tragic fate when he was a young boy, and he is the last left. But that was the thing about it, he wasn’t a traditional royal. At his full height as an adult, he barely reached 5’1, and he had not a scrap of magic to his name. Believe me, ladies in waiting and carers for the prince when his parents passed did everything they could think of, but nothing came to light. People speculated that the passing of his parents didn’t allow his magic to develop correctly, but nobody knew. Reginald was simply a quiet child who never spoke a word.

He wasn’t like other royals, he was *different*. Terrifying, I know.

Reginald was taken under the care of Admiral Dmitri Johannes Petrov, who very much cared for the boy as his own son. Dmitri had lost his wife and son in childbirth (eyup bi-Dmitri lets gooo). The kingdom didn’t have a ruler at the moment, and since Dmitri was indeed admiral, he offered to take care of him until he was of proper age to rise to the throne.

In the current day, Reginald is 25, and very mysterious as it is. Terrence was his parent’s regent, and he accepted taking the throne in their late becomings. Terrence’s character is a whole other can of worms to get into, and I’m going to go into heavy detail of his origins in another post, but for now, Terrence remains the king as of now.

But why? Well, its half Terrence’s fault and Reginald himself. For the sake of brevity, I’ll simply talk about Reg here.

Reg is 5’1 and powerless (and a Twink). The two things that make royals, well, royal, he doesn’t have. No one *knows* why, that’s just the way he is. Reginald’s quiet, he had a stutter growing up, and he’s freckled across his face. Royals are a simple of good manners and good behaviour, and for a royal who can’t speak nor represent his family, then who even is he?

But at the same time, the castle is terrified. Reginald is the *last* of his family, and everyone who lives and serves the Copperbottom family wants to keep him safe. The walls around the castle were put In place to ensure no harm could come to the prince. Terrence is an easily swayed man, and if someone gave him a reason to tear down those walls, he would. But no one has. No one wants to risk him getting hurt. 

From Reginald’s perspective, he feels unworthy of the throne. Reginald feels as though he must do everything in his power to make up for himself. He is the last of his family, and he’s a *dud*. He’s a royal that lacks anything royal looking, and so he feels eternally guilty. His unhealthy habits of drilling himself into work are of his own poison; he believes it owes it someone. He believes he had to put in more work than anyone at the castle because of the mess he has made of his family.

For if he is powerless and lacking of power, then he had to make up for it somehow, right?

Reginald does not have resentment for his upbringing; its been told to him about what he *should* have been, but he just isn't. He is a quiet fellow, but kind. Not many can form an opinion about him since he's a mystery. He's either doing work or out in his gardens where he's usually lost in thought. But in conversation, he does try his best to please crowds.

For someone who has never been outside, no one knows his face, only his name. A lot of commoners assume he is powerful, and that the castle was hiding him for his protection. Commoners are scared of him; if he is such a mystery, then he must be greatly powerful, yes?

..

Reginald’s character is complicated. He’s genuinely a very kind and sweet soul, but it’s very overshadowed by his crumpling self-image, but he sincerely tries to make up for it by pushing himself to the very limits. His first action of doing something for himself was making an escape from the palace, which is the beginning of the main series.

What I adore about Medieval Copperright is that Right teaches Reg that indeed has to learn to love himself. Right sees beauty in every single feature he has, and Reginald is blind to it. Right drills in the fact that Reginald doesn’t owe anyone anything for simply being himself. Their relationship is really slow, and I love that, because Reginald learns to love himself and love the things about himself through someone who views him as him. It's only when Reginald learns to care about himself that he begins to develop feelings about Right, as he can finally see himself as worth being in someone else's life.

The first person that sees Reginald as himself makes him realise that he isn’t simply an object for the throne, but as someone with a dream to be alive.

Right again is another story entirely, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this ramble !! <33

If you guys have any questions, please hit me up! I would love to go into more detail :D

#medieval au #thsc #thsc au #the henry stickmin collection #reginald copperbottom #reginald #prince reginald copperbottom #princey #minty's art #mintyfrosty au #oh my god its finally done #u guys have no idea how long I've wanted to talk about Princey's updated character #he feels a lot more 3 dimensional and I'm so happy about it #just wait til we get to Right holy shit

[raisedbythetv89]

I’m seeing a post saying “Riley isn’t terrible he’s just a 23 year old guy” and to that I say let’s look at a brief summary of his behavior,

Riley: That girl is weird but everyone around me likes her which is strange to me but I guess I like her?? Literally completely unaware of his feelings then later:

No buffy you’re stupid. Me, who didn’t know my own feelings and couldn’t even approach you without going to your friend for advice and help first, knows you better than you. I don’t care about your past heartbreak you should stop being afraid and try again because I said so without knowing literally anything about it or you

Pulls a gun on angel when literally the only person a gun would hurt is Buffy and just ASSUMES Buffy cheated on him without confirming anything first and starts acting like a lunatic and then instead of taking accountability he blames how strong he feels about buffy as a justifiable reason for behaving erratic and dangerous

Says shit like “I don’t even know if I can take you” when he learns about what an impressive slayer she is. When both spike and angel have said buffy IS STRONGER THAN THEM so no Riley you cannot take her…. Always disregarding her strength and the importance of her calling

Sleeps with Faith/Buffy because he refuses to take Buffy’s warnings about her seriously and so isn’t on high alert for anything that could be off and doesn’t even hesitate when buffy is acting SUPER WEIRD. Make all the excuses you want, her boyfriend should have known something was wrong and waited to be intimate until he figured out what was wrong

Continually victim blames buffy for everything that happens with Dracula and not believing she didn’t secretly want it because of “her history with angel”

Recreates angel trauma of basically threatening suicide and being willing to die in front of her while heavily implying this is her fault because he cannot STAND the idea of being weak around her, making her think he wishes she wasn’t the slayer, adding to her growing insecurities WHILE HER MOTHER IS SICK

Then is shocked and surprised she’s not this super emotional woman always falling apart in his arms when things get hard with her mother when she’s been the strong one for the family and her friend group AND THE WORLD for five years at this point and has literally died - again showing he doesn’t want or understand the slayer. Also why would she ever depend on someone with such a fragile ego who has lost it on SEVERAL occasions during the course of their relationship (how he handled maggie’s attempt on Buffy’s life and discovering spike, threatening the woman in the demon bar while buffy is BEGGING him to calm down, ignoring a fatal health condition for ego, handling the whole angel thing and drac HORRIBLY like if you’re a normal person sure whatever but you fought to date the slayer you gotta be better than this under pressure dude) Riley does not have the mental or physical strength to support her and then is like “why won’t you let me support you??” Like bro bsffr you can’t and you not understanding that is a PROBLEM.

Further proving how unreliable he is while she is dealing with a sick mother, glory, school, and just her general Slayer duties he puts her and her entire family at risk by going to the suck house (could you imagine the harm that could have been done if someone knew he was the slayers bf and turned him) because he needs to feel “needed” when he IS and WAS needed by buffy but just not in the ways he wanted so he had a whole ass tantrum and betrayed buffy in literally the worst way imaginable and being SUCH a hypocrite after he talked sooooo much about buffy having a thing for vampires and then blames her and spike for his own failings and selfish choices!

And then when he should be groveling for forgiveness he’s like you have to talk to me because I’m leaving unless we talk and you forgive me which is SOOOO fucked up. Like I cheated on you and betrayed you and put you and your family at risk but if you don’t forgive me immediately and accept blame for my failures I’m leaving you and going where I’m NEEDED. Because he is an actual child throwing a tantrum

And don’t even get me STARTED on as you were 🤢

He is constantly making buffy feel like she is wrong, bad, too strong, too distant, stupid and when he cheats on her, completely worthless and like everything bad in his life is somehow her responsibility to fix instead of his.

The fans have such a strong reaction to him because he is never called out or properly held accountable/villainized for all the harm he causes to buffy in the show and that lack of accountability causes all of us to feel a very justifiable outrage. So no we aren’t overreacting he has MANY crimes that go far beyond an average man in his 20’s

Basically, man tells woman she doesn’t know what she’s talking about and then is very upset and takes it out on woman over and over again when it turns out she did know what she was talking about. He succcckkkkksssss

#buffy the vampire slayer #rileyhateclub #shut up riley #btvs #btvsrant

[tagthescullion]

Responsibility

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Annabeth's been feeling a little bit too guilty lately. As a brother figure, it's Luke's job to make her feel better.

((Based on @reader-inserts-and-others-thing 's post))

AO3 link

“It was my fault.”

Luke saw Annabeth’s distressed expression as she slouched down on a rock by the creek.

“I should’ve known Clarisse was going to bait Chris and that he’d react.”

She looked so miserable.

Luke knelt next to her, and took her hands in his.

“Listen to me,” he said slowly. “You’re only eleven. You’ve almost led us to victory!”

“But we lost!” She snapped, getting up and stomping back a few steps. “We lost because I wasn’t clever enough.”

Luke sighed.

Ever since he’d come back wounded from his quest last year, Annabeth had been behaving with what he could only classify as Catholic guilt. She blamed herself for everything that went even slightly wrong in any and every aspect of her life. 

She blamed herself for not going on the quest with him –as if Luke would’ve let her–, she blamed herself because her little sister couldn’t learn the multiplication tables, she blamed herself because their team hadn’t won the dodgeball match the other day…

It worried him monumentally. She was too young to take responsibility for everything.

When Luke had suggested she come up with a strategy for Capture-the-Flag, he’d done so hoping she’d relax and enjoy. Clearly this was all his fault.

“You made a mistake, Annabeth.” He took a step closer to her. “And then you covered it up nicely, too. If you’d been a bit taller, you’d have got to the creek sooner. Give yourself a few years, puberty will hit you like a train. You’ll wish you were short and slower again.”

He said the last bit dismissively, hoping she’d roll her eyes, annoyed at him so much as mentioning adolescence, the big forbidden topic she adamantly refused to talk about.

She did look away, but she appeared sad rather than embarrassed. 

“My mother’s Athena,” she told him. “I’m supposed to be able to solve problems.”

Gods, not again with the Athena thing. Luke was ready to march up to Olympus and run over the old goddess with her own golden chariot. 

Annabeth had had a dream, a week or so before, –whether a demigod dream, or a plain meaningless one he didn’t know– in which her mother told her she’d make her proud. Proud how? Athena didn’t say. Proud when? Yeah, not that either. 

If the Goddess of Wisdom had truly gifted her daughter with a message, it was as vague as it could be. And not very productive at all. And also had the worst timing ever. 

But Annabeth refused to believe that it had just been her subconscious creating an olympically unrelated dream, so she’d spent the past several days wishing for a triumph that won her some divine recognition.

Either way, Luke wished he could convince her to put less importance on her mother’s opinion of her. 

“No god over there,” he began, pointing towards the general direction of Manhattan with his hand. “Has ever been good at solving problems. They create them, and then they let them run loose. It’s us who clean up their mistakes, and that’s something you’re very, very good at!”

She gave him a hesitant smile. “I did help with the Party Ponies last month.”

“You did,” he grinned. “That idea of the prom dress was amazing!”

Her eyes shone with pride, but they lost their gleam after a moment. 

“But I still can’t win at Capture-the-Flag!” She insisted. “I keep messing up all the time!”

“Chiron likes to say you can be part of the problem, or part of the solution,” Luke said. “I happen to believe you can be both. And what’s more, I think it’s important to be part of both.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Because you learn from your mistakes?” 

“In a way, yes,” he agreed. “But also because it’s important to take responsibility when you mess up. You made a mistake, that’s true. But you also realised it, accepted it, and found a way to patch it up in like half a minute. Not everybody can do that, you know? Most people would fall over blaming this, that, you, me, and everybody else.”

“I do blame Chris a bit,” Annabeth admitted. She sighed. “But I should have known better.”

“There you go, then.” Luke grabbed Annebeth by her shoulders and pushed her towards the cabins. He felt sweaty, he wanted a shower. “You’ve learned and you’ve taken responsibility for it.”

Annabeth shrugged. “I guess it could’ve been worse.”

Luke nodded. “It’s only a game. We play every week, you’ll have a million chances of getting it right.”

“We’ll win next Friday,” Annabeth decided. 

“I don’t doubt it,” he assured her. “That being said, though, it’s okay to throw some blame on other people if they are guilty about things. A mistake is not always one’s fault alone.”

“So you’re saying it’s also Chris’ fault for being baited?” She asked skeptically. 

“Yes,” he said. “Maybe you could’ve seen it coming, but so could the rest of the team, and none of us realised it was a weakness in our defence. And Chris shouldn’t have been so easily baited by Clarisse.”

“As a strategist it’s more my fault though,” Annabeth stated. Luke thought she sounded less upset that she’d been a few minutes back.

“To quote one of the most iconic lines to ever come out of popular culture, with great power comes great responsibility, that’s true,” Luke agreed. “But when it comes to teamwork, everybody should try to help. A leader speaks for their people, they guide them, but they’re not to blame for every single action every person in the group makes.”

“I don’t mind taking some of the blame,” Annabeth said.

“That’s because you’re becoming a good leader,” he told her.

She stopped walking and turned towards him. “Do you think it would make my mother proud? Being a leader?”

Luke repressed a sigh. 

“I can’t speak for your mom,” he offered. He knelt in front of her, and to his chagrin had to look up into her eyes. “But I can tell you with absolute certainty that Thalia would be very, very proud of you.”

Annabeth grinned.

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Muffled Screams Part 5: Blame Game - Will Halstead x Reader

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Part One: Muffled Screams

Part Two: Wonderland

Part Three: The Man In The Corner

Part Four: Red Door

Will’s hands were shaking, the tremble seemed to vibrate up arms and throughout his body as he sat in the doctor’s lounge. He placed his hands on his knees, his fingertips scrapping across the harsh fabric of his jeans. He did it again, and then again, and then again, listening to the noise it made. There was something soothing about the sound, it drew his attention focusing it there, so he didn’t have to think about the blood that was ingrained within his swirls of his fingertips.

His head snapped up as the door swung open as Jay came hurtling through, his blue eyes wide as they fixated on his brother.

“Did she try to kill herself?” he asked, his tone rushed as he collapsed onto the couch along side of Will.

“I…” Will paused, pursing his lips together as he shook his head. “I’m not sure what she was trying to do.” His nails scratched across the denim as he remembered the smears of blood on the wall, the way it seemed to run in copper rivets. “I think something triggered her.” He said pointing to his head. “There’s this song that was playing…”

“What do you mean triggered her? I had coffee with her a few days ago. I thought she was getting better.”

“Is that what she told you?”

Will twisted his head towards his brother, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. He knew from the look on the other man’s face that you hadn’t been honest with him. You hadn’t told him that you were up all hours of the night pacing, banging things about, restlessly exercising in the living room trying to wear yourself out. Or the fact you’d jump out of your skin because that hallucination, that vision that he couldn’t see would appear like a ghost. Sometimes you’d fall sleep in the middle of a conversation and it would be as if the two of you hadn’t even been talking at all.

“She said she was doing good.”

Jay searched his eyes and Will knew it was time to burst that bubble because the truth was, he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t tackle this problem alone. There was a bitterness on his tongue, you were always trying to shield Jay away from the worst of things and rankled Will right now. It pissed him off that his brother got to be so naïve, so fucking innocent when he was the perpetrator of this mess. It had been Jay who had talked you into undertaking this case, Jay who knew your history, insisted it could be of use, that you were the only person who could walk in there and make them believe you were one of them. He hated his brother in that moment, hated that he had disrupted your lives, stripped away your future, his future too.

“She isn’t doing good Jay, all you had to do was look at her to see that.” He snapped, the surge of rage sending him to his feet. “You didn’t notice the amount of weight she’s lost or the fact she struggles to focus on a conversation. How about the dark circles under her eyes? Or how fucking erratic and manic she can be? I don’t know what fucking planet you are on, but anyone can see that she is not alright.”

“Will…”

Will held out a hand to stop him.

“Don’t…” he uttered, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “Just don’t alright? I can’t do this with you at the moment.”

“Do what?” Jay questioned, raising to his feet. “Tell me how this is all my fault, that I let her down, because I know that Will, I know that’s what I did.”

Something snapped inside of Will, he could feel it like a coil tensing before it finally broke under the tension, under the pressure, under the knowledge that all of this could have been avoided if they all stopped keeping fucking secrets.

“You have no fucking idea what you did.” Will snarled, the anguish pouring out of him. “She was getting out Jay, she was resigning. The day you persuaded her to go undercover was the day she was supposed to be handing in her papers. She was meant to be free of all this shit with Intelligence, all the nightmares, all the fucking trauma she’d endured, and you just drew her back in, played on her fucking empathy for those girls.”

The colour drained from Jay’s face, Will watched it ebb away as his knees seemed to buckle from underneath him. He pressed his hands together in front of him as if in prayer.

“She was getting out…” he repeated, closing his eyes for a brief minute.

“Yeah.” Will crossed his arms over his chest. “She was leaving.”

He heard the choke in Jay’s chest, the way his breath caught. He blinked rapidly as he rubbed his hands over his face.

“I did this.” He said looking up at Will.

“Yea.” Will told him. “You did.”

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[berryboyhub]

@pamithebunterfly2007, Alright @berryboyhub Enough is Enough!! Tell either @lizzietherwbychibifan (one of my friend), and @rocknrollbandicoot and each and one of friends about this and why @1cutetigerprincess should STOP fucking harassing me ! I have had it! She’s really going to push my breaking point but I’m not scared of her anymore!! Because she is born with the sins of Gluttony, Sloth, and Pride!

I used to have a DA (Deviantart) account and I’m on the autism spectrum, yet sometimes it’s pretty and very hard to me to deal with my own emotions that can lead to problems, my former friends of DA think that I’m a major buzzkill because of how I’m treating them. Escpally one of my former friend Rhylie! Who she’s needs to leave me the hell alone and respect my boundaries!

During life on the toxic Deviantart! I could’ve ask that I need some alone time to myself but i was kept silent and not standing up for myself. One of my former friend Giuliana wanted me to cut ties with my friend @halliedrawz or known as @halliedoesstuff, I was upset and thinking this is all true, I cut ties with her and called her the F word (not Fuck) that rhymes with Maggot.

This made her hate me, And I regret everything I done, thinking it was my fault, I told everyone I wanted to end myself! Everyone was scared for me and they are devastated so by making me feel better, they though it was a good idea to make comfort art I was extremely overwhelmed and angry that I lost my breaking point and lost control of my temper!!

I told the whole point of the whole death hoax made up by me, instead of everyone leaving me alone and giving me a lesson on why faking death is wrong and stuff, Everyone fucking harassed me! I was yelled at, bullied, groomed, manipulated, mistreated and worst of all, I decided to fucking quit where I can’t take it anymore!!!! And I made someone leave the site because of my fucking actions!

And do this day, many of my former fiends think I’m a psychopath so why don’t you fucking believe me @berryboyhub, I made friends with you and I hope one day that you would understand my full story of my fucking life on Deviantart! There I said it! Staffing in front of your self-obsessed Self!!!! Hoping that @rocknrollbandicoot will understand! Even @nicky-toony @berrywitch29 @loloheartwolf @adam-frankenweenie, Hell! Even YOU!!! That’s right you!

Im autistic y’know, people need to respect boundaries where don’t listen and get to there breaking point! They need to be respected and get plenty of love and leave them be!!! BEACAUSE ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!

I’m @pamithebunterfly2007, I’m 16 year old Latin American Girl , Born intelligent, sweet and kind, and free-spirited, I live in the state of NJ! My sign is a Gemini, I’m A Once Female Now Nonbinary and I’m Pansexual.

God forgives all of us, God forgives me of what I done in the past because he LOVES us all! But the ones who are not forgiven like @1cuteunitigerprincess should be DAMN to internal life in Hell and She’ll reap what she sow! I don’t mind her is she’s a bitch, a whore, He’ll, even a Cunt that cheats on her husband! Because we, the people are God’s sheep, God is our shepherd, we always follow him because we believe in him and what we did is right or wrong, He will forgive all of us!

I’m sorry. There isn’t much I can do. I don’t know what to do, and I never said I didn’t believe you! I do know that Tiger is a bitch, and I have her blocked! Harassment is never the solution to anything, and I don’t know why she is harassing you, but it needs to stop! I’m sorry if I’m not being that helpful! I want to help, but I don’t know how! However, I do hope that Tiger gets what she deserves!

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Medicine for my mind

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 997 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Potion

CW: underage drinking, bad coping mechanism

The silence that filled the room after the door closed behind James is deafening. Regulus was never an optimist, but when every bad scenario he ever could think of became true he found out there was a little hope in him after all. And now it’s gone. Regulus is pretty sure that losing hope is the worst feeling ever.

He sinks to his knees because there is no point in standing. He is done. He lost everything. And he isn’t even surpised. He always knew once he shows James his dark mark the boy will leave him. But seeing him actually walk out of the door destroyed him. It tore him open, leaving him bleeding alone in a cold room. And it’s all his fault.

Regulus waves his wand and summons a bottle of wine. He doesn’t even bother with getting glass. He just opens the bottle and drinks straight from it. “I’m sorry, Jamie.” He whispers and the only answer is the silence.

He can see the moment James finally realised Regulus was lost cause. He didn’t shout at him, he didn’t cry, he didn’t even talk. It was just a simple sentence I can’t Regulus. And with that, James walked out of the room and out of Regulus’ life. Regulus swings the bottle again drinking large gulps. The wine even though is expensive is tasteless in his mouth. It just burns.

It was only a matter of time before they would come to an end. There was never a different scenario for them. But to Regulus, the little time they had was everything. He only got taste of what it feels like to live. Not just surviving. And he doesn’t think he can go back to his old life. The bottle is empty, and Regulus opens another one. He drinks the wine like it’s medicine for his mind. Because the more he drinks the blurrier the world seems. The pain is still there, but instead of eating him alive, he feels like he is slowly drowning in oblivion.

“I’m so sorry.” He chatters over and over. “I was afraid. I’m sorry I was afraid, that I’m not as brave as Sirius.” His words are slurry, but it doesn’t matter. No one is listening anyway. These are just secret confessions that he never got to say out loud. “I wanted to be, you know? For you. But in the end, guess everybody was right. There is no point in trying to save a broken piece.”

His body is cold, and Regulus lost the only person who could ever warm him up. The bottle slips from his fingers and the red wine spills on the white carpet. Regulus doesn’t even bother to clean it. Nothing matters. He just opens another one determined to keep drinking until his mind shuts up.

He is lying on the floor curled up in a ball. “I just believed you for a moment. For one flattering shiny moment, I believed in a different ending. You once promised you would always be there for me.” Regulus wraps his arms around himself. He isn’t even angry with James for breaking the promise. He gave up on himself a long time ago. Sad acceptance filled his body. “I never got a chance to explain. But I guess it doesn’t matter in the end. I’m just so sorry.”

Regulus falls asleep alone on the cold floor surrounded by empty bottles and unfulfilled wishes.

~.~.~.~.~

James comes back to the room several hours later just to find this boy on the ground his body limp, the air filled with the smell of alcohol. It’s almost morning. James spent all night wandering around the castle trying to work this out. He didn’t want to leave his boyfriend alone last night, but he couldn’t stay there. It was too much. He picks up Regulus and lies him on a bed.

We are too young for this. We shouldn’t be dealing with it. We should be worried about exams and how to sneak into Hogsmeade. Not war. It’s not fair.

He wipes the tears from his eyes. Regulus stirs on the bed and opens his eyes. James can see the boy is still drunk. And considering the number of bottles on the ground he isn’t surprised.

“James?” Regulus whispers. And James’ heart breaks from the sadness in his voice. “at least I can see you like this.” James doesn’t understand, nothing makes sense. It all stopped making sense when he saw the mark on Regulus’ forearm.

“What do you mean like this?”

Regulus reaches up to him and the moment his fingertips touch his skin Regulus’ already red eyes swells with tear again. “You even feel like the real him too. I take it. If I can have you only in my dreams, I take it. Anything. Please just… I’m sorry that I wasn’t better.”

“We will fix it. I don’t know how but we will fix it.” James says.

Regulus smiles at him sadly. “Yeah, if you say so.”

James links their fingers together and it feels the same as yesterday. At least this is still theirs.

“My head is spinning,” Regulus whines and closes his eyes.

“Hold on,” James says quickly and summons a sobering Potion, that should help the younger boy. “Drink this and go to sleep.”

Regulus shakes his head. “I don’t want to go to sleep...” James’ heart aches from how defeated Regulus looks. “…not when you won’t be here when I wake up. I can’t do it.”

“I’ll be here. I promised, didn’t I?”

“You left. I let you down and you left.” Regulus whimper.

“I came back. I’m sorry, Reg.” There is no point in having a conversation right now. James shifts so he is lying on the bed and tugs Regulus towards him. “Sleep, I will wait, and we will talk in the morning.”

Regulus closes his eyes, the potion taking over. “I love you, James.” He whispers.

“I love you too.”

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Emotions by LadyLark

Raven:

I spent my entire life being in control. It wasn’t easy or fair, but I new it had to be done. I understood. It’s just always so exhausting. I’m so… tired. I want to feel something. I can’t though, not any extreme emotions at least. The common emotions are safe. It’s the extreme ones that are dangerous. Love, despair, rage… these can’t be released. These can’t be truly felt. It doesn’t help that as a planet level empath. I feel all of these. All the time. Especially when a person dies. That’s the worst, cause each and every time. Feels like losing a friend. Some days I can get though it. Other’s… not so much.

Today is one of those bad days. Today, unfortunately we also visited the Justice League. My family know better than to do certain things, when I’m having a bad day. The Justice League… not so much. They are aware of how powerful of an empath I am. I guess it didn’t really register what that actually meant. So after my curt conversation with the League, I left. I just couldn’t stay a moment longer.

Damian:

Raven’s curt words & hasty exit are a clear indication. That she was having a bad day. It’s generally best to leave it. Some thing’s just can’t be fixed. All you can do is take one step at a time.

Hours Later:

The Titans are heading out. When they end up crossing paths with Black Canary and Green Arrow. How they walked. The redness in there cheeks. The giggling…

Damian: “Unfucking Believable.”

Black Canary: “Excuse me?!”

Damian ignores her and continues to walk away.

Black Canary: “Hey! Show some respect!”

Damian rounds on her.

Damian: “You first!”

Black Canary: “What the Hell is that supposed to mean?!”

Green Arrow: “Maybe we should do this in a more private setting?”

Starfire: “I concur this isn’t the place, Damian.”

Damian clenches his fists.

Damian: “You know what? I disagree! I think this is the perfect place for this conversation! After all, if they truly wanted privacy. They wouldn’t have done what they did.”

Green Arrow: “Now wait, just a damn minute! We didn’t do anything in public, but in the privacy of our room here at the League!”

Damian: “Behind closed doors doesn’t always mean privacy. Especially when certain people visit the League.”

Black Canary & Green Arrow start to redden with both embarrassment and rage.

Black Canary: “If this is about Raven visiting. She should know better than to poke around. Especially when a married couple is having alone time. That’s not our fault for something she did!”

Damian: “You two are truly more stupid than I thought. Raven’s abilities are attached to her emotions. As a planet level empath she’s even more sensitive than most. Sometimes no matter how well trained you are, slipping occurs. Especially when big incidents like a certain earthquake causing many tragedies. Can cause even the most talented people, moments of vulnerability. The meeting was planned weeks in advanced. That earthquake wasn’t all that long ago. You’d think two capable adults would at least have the decency to respect a sensitive empath like Raven. By simply keeping it in there pants for a few mere hours.”

Green Arrow: “Well when you put it like that. It makes us look like complete jerks. Looks like we’ve got an apology to deliver Love.”

With a horrific look on her face.

Black Canary: “Yes it looks like that.”

Starfire: “I don’t think that’s a good idea, right now.”

With questions on there faces. They wait for Starfire to explain.

sighing Star continues.

Starfire: “Other than the fact that it’s embarrassing to Raven that she lost control. As well as being horrified that she invaded your privacy. Something she takes very seriously. Raven is no doubt in a state of jealousy.”

Black Canary: “Jealousy?”

Starfire: “With her powers being connected to her emotions. Raven can’t ever not be in control of her emotions. Feeling the freedom you two have and knowing she will never experience herself. Is probably a horrible thing to experience.”

Black Canary: “oh…”

Green Arrow: “I guess we’re gonna have to be more careful next time. As well as discreetly let the rest of the League know not to repeat our mistakes. It’s the least we can do for Raven.”

Damian: “tt! At least you have some brains in that skull of yours”

Though very furious Black Canary chooses not to punch him. Just this once…

Raven:

I feel my family enter and Damian especially. His worry and angry is particularly strong today. He must have realized what had happened. Eventually he walk into my room. We stare at each other. Than he sits behind me. We proceed to cuddle.

I may never be able to truly experience the full spectrum of emotions, but I can feel contentment… peacefulness. I take it with relief.

The End

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki Ecstasy [09]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in Kino’s room in the Ghoul’s manor

Kino: ーー In short, those Mukamis have been foolishly glorifying the same guy who is responsible for their own misfortune, treating him as their Savior.

Fufu, it’s so ironic, you can’t help but question whether if it’s even possible, right?

Yui: ( ...No way... )

Kino: That concludes our trip down memory lane~ Did you find it interesting? 

Yui: What you told me...is actually true...?

Kino: According to my personal investigation, yes. I’m fairly certain that Ruki came to the same conclusion. 

Yui: ( I can’t believe it...But if what he told me is the truth, thenーー )

ー Several flashbacks ensue

Yui: Azusa-kun...Thank you. I guess that makes it a family album, huh?

Azusa: Yeah. So...There’s pictures of Karlheinz-sama as well.

Ruki: !

Azusa: Look, over here. ...We never took many pictures with him, so there’s only one.

Kou: Fufu. When I look at it now, it looks like a picture of a dad with his four sons, it’s a little embarrassing.

Yuma: I mean, we kind of are, right? Aren’t we, Ruki?

Ruki: ...

Yui: ...Ruki-kun...?

Azusa: Ruki...Why are you crying...?

Ruki: ...No, I’m sorry...

--- 

Yui: Hey, Ruki-kun...You no longer want to return to the Demon World, to the others?

Ruki: ...Why would you say that?

Yui: I mean...When I look at you right now, it feels as if you’re trying to forget about everything...

Ruki: ...

ー The flashbacks ends

Monologue

It was right then and there,

that all pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place.

Ruki-kun worshipped Karlheinz-san,

more than anyone else. 

However at the same time,

he never forgot about his real, biological family. 

To think that those two...

would end up being connected in the worst way possible. 

Even I felt incredibly shocked,

after hearing everything just now. 

So I cannot even imagine how Ruki-kun must have felt.

Yui: ( Ruki-kun...doesn’t want this information to spill. To avoid his brothers from getting hurt. )

( Besides...If they were to find out, they would start doubting all of the good memories they have of Karlheinz-san. )

( All the time they spent as a family up till now...would turn out to be one big lie. )

( Is that what Ruki-kun is afraid of...? )

I had...no idea...

Kino: Seems like it. I mean, I’m sure he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. By voicing it out loud, he’d basically acknowledge it as the truth and I’m sure part of him still doesn’t want to believe it.

Yui: ( I wonder why I said all those things...when I should have known he would surely have a good reason for everything. )

...Uu...

Kino: Ahーah...Someone turned on the waterworks. Not my fault though.

...Do you wish to apologize to Ruki?

Selection

→ I want to say sorry right away (❦)

Yui: I do...Right away. 

( I want to apologize...and hold him close. I want to tell him again and again, that he doesn’t have to burden everything on his own... )

→ I still want more time

Yui: I do...but I’m not mentally ready yet...

Kino: I can imagine. I’m sure this is a pretty big shock to you as well. 

Kino: Well, I’m sure the two of you will get to see each other soon enough. 

Yui: Eh...?

Kino: If he were to come looking for you...It should be pretty easy for him to track this place down ...I purposely made it that way after all.

ー The scene shifts to the forest

*Thud* 

Ruki: ( ...It’s gone. )

( Up until this point, her presence and scent still vaguely lingered in the air. However, it suddenly stops right here... )

( Instead I can smell a Vampire and one other type of scent...Does this unfamiliar smell belong to...Ghouls, perhaps? )

So they got to her before meーー ...Fuck!

Ruki: (  The Ghouls’ homeland is up in the North, at Rotigenberg...! )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall at Eden

Yuma: Fuck!

*THUD*

Azusa: ...Yuma, calm down...You’ll end up punching a hole in the wall...

Yuma: How am I supposed to stay calm!? How long is that fucker goin’ to ignore us!?

Accordin’ to what the Familiars looked into, there’s jack-shit goin’ on in the human world, so why...!? 

Azusa: ...

Kou: ...Seems like the Vibora are indeed targeting Eden as it’s often regarded to be the status symbol of the Vampire Clan.

It’s most likely just a question of time before they decide to strike. We need to come up with a strategy before that...or else this place will fall into their hands. 

Yuma: ...You sound pretty calm given the current circumstances. 

Kou: We decided that we would no longer rely on Ruki-kun for everything, didn’t we? I mean, we’re no children anymore either.

...Just kidding. I’m only pretending to have everything under control. Deep down, I’m terrified. 

This situation made me realize just how amazing Ruki-kun is once more. 

I finally understand...just how difficult and rough it is to keep your composure at all times. That’s whyーー 

If he’s behaving like this right now because he was fed up and tired with all that pressure...then I honestly don’t think I can even blame him. 

Yuma: Ugh...

Familiar A: ーー Excuse me! I have an urgent announcement! 

Yuma: Did those Vibora bastards show up!? 

Familiar A: No! Not the Vibora...! We just...spotted Sakamaki Shuu-sama by the front gate!

Kou: Shuu-kun’s here...!? 

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

Shuu: ...Took you long enough. 

Ayato: My thoughts exactly! Don’t make us wait after we were so kind as to come here!

Kou: ...He’s actually here...!

Azusa: Even Ayato-san as well...Why...?

Shuu: We already looked into the Vibora’s course of action. They will soon move onto the offensive, won’t they? 

Yuma: So you’ve come to reinforce us? Y’all...? 

Shuu: Don’t dig too deep into it. It would just be troublesome to have our home invaded, that’s all.

I couldn’t care less about the sovereignty over the Demon World, but I realize that it’s important to protect ourselves from potential dangers. 

Kou: Shuu-kun...Thank you...!

Shuu: Let me be clear, I’m not directly helping out. ...Come with me, Reiji. We’re going to come up with a plan.

ー Shuu and Reiji walk away

Yuma: ...Didn’t think that guy would show up.

Laito: Despite everything, he’s still our leader. When necessary, he will act. Probably. 

Azusa: Only probably, huh...?

Monologue

You will meet again soon enough. 

The way he said that,

made it sound like he personally set it up that way.

But for what reason exactly?

While I had my doubt about the whole situation,

my mind was more so preoccupied by thoughts of Ruki-kun. 

How should I apologize to him when we meet?

However, rather than what to say (何を言うよりも) , I just wanted to wrap my arms around him already.

I don’t need any words.

That is the sole thing I want to do for him (そうしてあげたい). 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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[sweetshire]

character bingo oh you know who im gonna say. denethor our beloved beloathed. our prince of tragedy our terrible darling. okay i’ll stop. i feel like that post-shoujo anime filter post. goodbye love u

‘our princess of tragedy our terrible darling’ -oh YES. yeah exactly. as someone wise once said, ‘he’s our princess of nuance our darling victim of the narrative’ <- this line lives rent free in my brain.

*looking at denethor* doomed by the narrative all by yourself, handsome? his psychic powers and his unwavering willpower have bewitched body and soul. i need him (asexual). i also want someone (thorongil) to fuck him.

anyway, he’s the worst (affectionate). but jesus…. do i wish the fandom was more understanding of him. those ridiculous ‘jokes’ get very tiring real fast. everytime i’m subjected to see them i’m like: 1. somebody’s out to get me, and 2. an angel lost their wings :(( they aren’t even funny anymore it just feels painful to hear such slander. i mean, come on, if you’re determined to hate him, at least hate him for the right reasons. (<- free my man. he did none of that. he did a bunch of other shit though). not me though, i love him bc he’s terrible. as if tragedy and helplessness and impending doom wasn’t enough, the concept of denethor as a weapon first person second & fighting the fate you know you can’t stop. aahh gosh it’s delicious.

he was angry and bitter and righteous and wrong. Even believed that he was supposed to rule gondor. so what. he was a GREAT leader. he was SO courageous he guarded his city & protected his people. he fought evil for years. that’s admirable. even sauron thought him formidable. he loses his resolve, finally, when he believes that he’s lost both of his sons to DEATH (or so he believes). he thinks it a kindness to burn faramir & himself. a kindness, isn’t it, to be burned by a hand better than sauron’s. well, he’s wrong again but he doesn’t know that. after all, it’s better than the fate that awaits him & his son. ….oof what a dangerous thing grief is! can u fault him his grief? (do u think you will be able to stay sane, not succumb to the madness? will u be reasonable in your mourning? can you?) so that’s no reason for mocking him. i think one of the reason people hate him is bc of his ‘abuse’ and ‘cruelty’ towards faramir?!?! which like. girl. first of all, sorry but their relationship is NOT abusive it’s dysfunctional. second of all, he’s not kind but he’s not cruel either. ofc he isn’t kind. he can’t afford to be, not when it’s so difficult to distinguish friend from foe; and like doesn’t allow him to be either. he’s been through it all, he’s turned cynical. his bizarre relationship w faramir IS Very Intriguing. he cares for him ofc, in his own twisted way. he sees himself in faramir (which is what, i think?, causes resentment btw them). (pov change) - what if u & your son are so fucking alike but hate each other’s guts? what then? but no matter u can’t stay wondering abt such matters, not when u have a duty to do. as u said in one of your post, btw getting to be a steward or a father, which will win? in his case, duty wins. always.

tolkien wrote him SUCH a tragic & compelling character arc/storyline. so as far as i’m concerned denethor is one of the most interesting & complex character :)

#thanks so much for the ask abby even if i’m a week late <33 #we’re gods strongest soldiers you and i. solidarity am i right #whew that’s good night for me i guess #idk the tone might be a lil sharp i’m salty tonight & the pov change is insane in this; might be a mess but whatever #i’m through lol i’m sleepyyy #asks #beloved mutuals #denethor