#idk why but I had trouble uploading this

[tamelee]

Feed the baby 🍜☀️~

#my art #naruto #iruka #kid naruto #iruka fanart #drawing #idk why but I had trouble uploading this #felt too personal #I know it won't make sense #which is why I'm uploading it anyway #I love them so much #feed him please #ichiraku ramen

[invinciblelikeu]

desiderium by yours truly <3

pairing: dnf rating: mature chapters: 3/8 tags: friends to lovers, future fic, angst w a happy ending, mutual pining

chapter 3 is up!! read here on ao3

#i had so much trouble uploading this idk why #stream

[httpskuzuu]

Softer

hola :D fyodor is alive - fyodor esta vivo I was thinking about making a masterlist or something like that, I don't know if when I upload this I will have it published or how I will do it

anyway, I really liked this and enjoyed writing it, it's longer than I usually post but Idk, by the way, I hated translating this, it was a pain in the ass, but that's what I get for joining a mostly English community ññññññññññññ-- well, this is mostly inspired by Sinner by TheBloodySadist, you can find it in Ao3 if you want to read it, I had an obsession with it a few months xd

jaja this has gone on too long, well, adiós adiós :p

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

sumary: You tried to escape and now you have to take the consequences, but you make something change in Fyodor... (juju, mistery >:p) Pt.2

tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, failed escape attempt, explicit punishment, explicit violence, blood, broken bones, humiliation¿, manipulation, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, reader needs therapy, stabbing, nudity, sedative, Fyodor is a fucking tw

You tremble under the weight of the boot on your ribs, you swear that at some point you hear them cracking along with an agonizing pain throughout your body.

The pressure on your body makes it impossible for you to breathe properly, which is a serious problem considering you are hyperventilating. Every breath burns your exhausted lungs and aggravates the pain.

You'd ask Fyodor to kill you already if it weren't for the fact that your throat is in a terrible condition from so much screaming and pleading.

"Well, I see I can't trust you, can I?" Despite the situation, Fyodor's tone provokes you inner anger, sounding so sarcastic. Something deep inside you tells you it's not sarcasm, it's concern, but you can't believe it, especially not coming from Fyodor.

You imagine that, if you had the strength at this moment, you would kill him with your own hands. You know well you wouldn't be able to, but it's pleasant to think about it.

"I do everything for you, and still you try to escape." He puts more pressure against your ribs and you've never felt as much pain as you do now. "You spoiled brat." He growls and his Russian accent becomes much thicker.

He removes his foot from your body and you can breathe. Relief courses through your veins and, out of pure instinct, you thank him for that act of kindness. He could have stretched it out longer, put more pressure on you and broken your ribs more, but he was merciful and gave you a break…. A break, you know that your punishment is not yet over.

You don't know yourself and your thoughts. One thing you have to hand it to Fyodor is that his training is really effective, but you're tougher than that, or at least you like to think so. Realistically, right now, you just want to curl up against him.

A kick in the side snaps you out of your thoughts, you moan and cry from the pain, your throat burning with fire. You never want to utter a sound again in your life after this.

"Aw, you poor thing… Does it hurt? Now you know how I feel every time you leave me." He's lying, you know that, but that doesn't take away the guilt that settles in your head free-form.

You shouldn't have run away, Fyodor isn't even that bad if you behaved: no gratuitous physical harm and he takes better care of you than you could ask of a kidnapper. You were an idiot, you deserved all this for not appreciating your life with Fyodor properly. God… Why did you try to escape in the first place? The Russian would always would catch you, you were just causing trouble.

Ignoring your destroyed throat, you decide to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't try to escape again. Please give me another chance, I'll be good…"

Fyodor kneels down next to your agonized body. He puts his hand against your tear-stained cheek, at first you flinch, thinking he was going to hurt you more, but then you lean almost automatically against his cold hand.

You cry harder as you feel Fyodor's gentle touch, you don't quite understand what's wrong with you, you just know that you want to melt against his hand. You close your eyes and tremble. You want a hug from him, you know you shouldn't want that, that it's disgusting, he kidnapped you and hurt you, but at a time like this, when you've been disobedient, he's still showing you affection….

"Shh, it's okay, милый." He catches the falling tears with his thumb. "I know you're sorry, but your punishment isn't over yet." You automatically tense up and slowly open your eyes to look at the man in front of you, there is a smirk of superiority painted on his face, observing your pathetic appearance.

You don't dare open your mouth to complain because deep down you know very well that you deserve it, you deserve the pain for being so bratty and causing inconvenience to Fyodor. You accept what lies ahead of you and let Fyodor pull his hand away from you.

With his grip firmly on your hip, he guides you to turn around. You keep the cheek that was previously receiving the loving touch against the ground a thousand times colder than Fyodor.

You concentrate exclusively on the Russian's hands, it's just an idiotic attempt to ignore the pain all over your body. He pulls up your shirt, leaving your back bare against the cold, why is everything so cold all of a sudden? Fyodor is too, in a way he brings you peace of mind, it's like he's everywhere, even in the air…. What the hell are you thinking? You firmly believe you're delusional at this point, these are not your real thoughts, it's clear to you, he put all these idiotic ideas in your head and now you can't get them out. It's agonizing in a certain way.

The only thing you hear is your irregular breathing, if it wasn't for Fyodor's hand clamped on your hip, you would think you were alone right now, and you don't know if you would like that more or less.

Something sharpening presses against your upper back. Everything breaks down in a moment as Fyodor makes a straight cut across your entire back. It hurts horrendously, especially as the blood starts to spurt out. You start to feel dizzy and for a few moments you convince yourself you're going to pass out, but no, your body is still holding on, focused solely on Fyodor's hand.

"Breathe, моя любовь. It's just a cut." You repeat Fyodor's last sentence in your head like a mantra: it's just a cut, it's just a cut. He could have done it much worse to you, you were fine, just a cut.

You take comfort in closing your eyes hard and imagining that you are once again a child at the doctor's office, that you are simply having blood drawn for a blood test because you have not been feeling very well lately. You make a fist with your hand and clench it, digging your fingernails deep into your palm, it's as if you are clutching the hand of one of your parents for comfort. There is no more pain, it's okay, it's all right-

Another cut, this time horizontal, creates a cross on your back. You don't care, you're at the hospital, and you're safe, nothing will happen to you. It's just a cut.

Fyodor stabs the weapon into your side. You open your eyes wide as a torn scream comes out of your mouth.

Fuck it all, do you really deserve this? Have you been so horrible? You assume that Fyodor simply hates you, that he wants to torture you.

Fyodor pulls the weapon out of your body, you look out of the corner of your eye and the wound doesn't seem to be that bad, you thought it was deeper because of the pain, but no, it was something apparently superficial. You didn't want to know how much it would hurt if he had really stabbed you deeper.

Fyodor's voice right next to your ear startles you. "Sorry, was that too much? Did I hurt my little one too much?" That mocking tone again, but you hear a hint of love and concern, or so you assume. No, it's impossible for Fyodor to hate you, if he hated you there wasn't that hint of love, was there? If he hated you, he wouldn't say to you like that: my little one, his little one.

"I can't take it anymore! Please, Fyodor!" He leaves a chaste kiss on the back of your neck, and you cry disconsolately, you don't know why, but you do know it's not because of the pain, the pain doesn't matter anymore.

"You can." Fyodor's voice is the ultimate authority right now, and if he says you can take it, it's because you can. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

After those words you instantly panic, you desperately shake your head, of course you don't want to disappoint him! You have to accept your punishment, it was your fault in the first place.

"Brace yourself, dear." Fyodor leaves a trail of kisses from the nape of your neck all the way down your back, above the vertical cut. You assume he's filled his lips with blood and hate yourself at the thought of how attractive he'd look like that.

A new cut interrupts your hatred. You scream, but nothing more, you can take it, for Fyodor….

It's just one cut.

You don't know how many cuts there are next, you are not able to count them. You don't feel your throat anymore, but miraculously it still works, your screams are still coming out of it, you are relieved because you still want to keep your voice to talk to Fyodor, to ask him to hold you.

Fyodor removes your shirt completely and lays it aside on the floor. He holds you firmly and helps you sit up, any movement is hell for your ribs, but you endure it by concentrating on your kidnapper, on his loving but steadfast touch.

You look at him dizzy, teary-eyed and shattered. He is smiling, you have not disappointed him. Your head hurts as you cry disconsolately against his chest again.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying now? Your punishment is over, I won't hurt you anymore."

"You…" You're unable to speak, it's too much at once, the pain and your thoughts coming together in a ball of discomfort. You shake your head and hug him tightly.

"Are you afraid?" You weakly shake your head. It's true that Fyodor scares you, especially on these occasions when he punishes you, but you're not crying about it now.

Funny, you don't know why you're crying, but you do know what you're not crying about.

Fyodor is silent, thinking about why you're crying. "Is it about the pain?" You deny again.

Fyodor hums thoughtfully. "If you don't tell me what it is, I can't help you." You ponder on that: does he want to help you? Is he serious?

You make the feeble attempt to gather your thoughts and speak. "It's just- I don't know" Your voice comes out shakier than you wish it would. "When you touch me… It feels so good, I don't deserve it, I don't-"

"Oh, I see… Aren't you crying because of something bad? Is it because it feels good?" You nod quickly, yes, that's as close as you feel. You're happy when it touches you, when it's good to you. Were you crying out of happiness? Well, you guess so, although it feels more depressing.

"It's okay, relax." He leaves a kiss in front, and it breaks you inside. "You've taken the punishment very well, come on, you deserve to be taken care of."

The process of getting up from the floor is horrible, not only because of the pain all over your body and your numb legs, but because your mind doesn't stop spinning around Fyodor's last sentence. It feels horrible and so good at the same time that your mind is only around one specific person.

He helps you up and you let him lean your useless body against his. He guides you through the house, being patient with your slow pace. He's mostly silent, except when he tells you how well you're doing or that not long to go. Since when did Fyodor know how to talk so pleasantly?

You reach the bathroom, he sits you on the toilet and turns on the bathtub faucet. While it is filling, Fyodor takes some pills out of a drawer that you have always found locked. You don't know what the pills are or what they're for, but he hands you one and you take it without question.

You let your head fall against Fyodor's stomach, even though he is standing upright he doesn't move an inch and lets you be comfortable, he strokes your hair and you sigh lovingly. You don't deserve it, but you need more of this Fyodor, the soft Fyodor who takes care of you and makes you feel good, what did you have to do in the future to keep it in this shape? If you need to be damaged for that, well, you are willing to do it.

"The tub is full." He warns and moves a little away from you, causing you to raise your head. You miss a little that he's touching you, even though he's only been separated of you for three seconds. He holds you under your armpits and helps you up. "I need you to stand up on your own, can you, дорогой?"

You try not to focus so much on Fyodor asking you if you could do it instead of just sending you the order, and focus on standing on your own.

The Russian undresses you completely, his hands are soft, and you feel them all over your body. They are so cold, and you are so cold too now that you are naked. You are vulnerable, now more than ever, and Fyodor's fixed gaze on you disturbs you. You are simply an easy prey to hunt, his prey.

He doesn't look like a hunter now, as much as his gaze is like knives stabbing through every spot he focuses on, you think he's not doing it on purpose. Fyodor doesn't know how to be nice, he never has. He knows how to be neutral: he can keep you alive and give you necessities, but he can't kiss you and keep you warm.

But there's something wrong with all this, he's being warm because since when are his hands so soft against your battered body? You need him, you need him so much it hurts, is this his way of being nice? Okay, fine, you accept it without complaint.

When he puts you in the tub you want to die, the cuts on your back burn at the contact of the water. You don't dare say a word at that or ask Fyodor to pull you out, you're afraid you'll upset him, that he'll get tired of you being so weak and whiny and stop being gentle. Fyodor could have left you lying on the cold floor, bleeding, but he didn't. You can't be an unbearable child to him.

The Russian starts washing your body, putting special emphasis on your cuts and the wound on your side. You look at his serious face with need, why were you only now realizing how handsome he was? Mmmh, you must have been blind before. He notices obviously your shy look on his lips and he smiles, that smile indicating that he was superior to you and despite that, he was still keeping you alive and forgiving of everything you did.

He approaches you and gives you the only thing you needed to be satisfied for today: a kiss. It reminds you of all the good things, strangely enough in those memories Fyodor also appears and disturbs you minimally.

You question yourself that, maybe, Fyodor does know how to be gentle.

This is the proof you need to know that now this was a new version, right? He kissed you. You feel a warmth spreading throughout your body, now it is warm, and his hands are warm too. There is a big change in temperature and it feels like heaven.

After that, Fyodor continued to wash you with special care, ignoring how your face might explode from how red it was.

The only thing that could crush the heat was tiredness, you almost fell asleep a couple of times, but you didn't want to fall asleep because it would be like wasting time with this soft Fyodor, what if tomorrow he returned to his serious and impassive face? You can't waste this time or you would regret it.

"Go to sleep, take it easy. I'll take you to bed when I'm finished." You looked at him as the most merciful being in the world. He cared about you…

You hold back your sobs for these acts of kindness, you don't want to cry anymore, not only to avoid possible discomfort in Fyodor, but for yourself, the headache is unbearable.

You let yourself fall asleep, with your head supported on your knees and Fyodor's soothing touch.

You had a nightmare which you don't remember, or don't want to remember. You wake up with your body held in Fyodor's arms, warm and gentle.

Since when did everything become so homey? Homey? Would that be the right word? Describing any situation involving Fyodor with that word doesn't feel natural to you.

You find it hard to feel your body, and your thoughts don't flow as quickly and aggressively as they used to. It's like being enveloped in a cloud, full of comfort and calmness.

You just feel something on your side, at the site of the shallow stab wound. You think maybe it's some bandage, but your limbs are asleep and too comfortable against Fyodor to move them to check. Otherwise, you feel nothing, only someone else's hand on your lower belly, it's extremely intimate in your perspective.

You turn your sleepy head and glance sideways at Fyodor. He seems calm, looking at you, his face is emotionless again and it scares you. You come to convince yourself that he is still the soft Fyodor, if he wasn't his hand wouldn't be on you, he still hasn't changed, you repeat that to yourself until you believe it.

"… Fyodor, do you know what?" Your voice comes out weak and hoarse, you wonder how soon your throat will heal. You're thankful you can't feel it well, so there's no pain anymore.

"Mmmh?"

"I think I love you."

"Do you?" There is a change, minuscule, but a change.

You nod and look away from his face, you can't stand it, no. There has been a change, you don't know in what. There's been a change, a change! Is it good or bad? You want to think it's a nice thing.

"You're different."

"I am? In what way?"

"You're softer, something nice."

"You're drugged, you don't talk sense."

"But you're different! Seriously, you never take care of me."

Silence rules the room and it hurts. Why did you talk? What idiocy, it's your fault everything that happens now, all your fault.

"You cried with happiness when I helped you sit up." Your gaze returns to the other.

"I know, so what? You want me to cry again?" There are no bad intentions behind your comment, there really aren't. You feel your brain empty, and you can't quite interpret the situation, what is Fyodor trying to tell you? Is he angry? Is he going to punish you again? It's exhausting to use your brain in this state, so you just give up and go with the flow.

"No, I don't want that." The silence stretches a little longer and, for just a few seconds, Fyodor looks away. He looks away. "I just… I thought maybe you'd be happier if I treated you good."

"Ah…" He wanted you to be happy? Really?

"I know I hurt you, but you know I only do it when you deserve it, don't you?" You nod and the cuts on your back burn for a few seconds. "Good. I really want you to be happy, with me."

You feel like at any moment the old Fyodor will appear through the door and say something like it was all a test, and then punish you for failing it. It's a horrible feeling, but you come to believe that it will seriously pass.

"So… Are you still going to be soft?"

"Yes, only if you are obedient in return."

Yes, yes, yes. He's going to keep being gentle. For some reason your chest hurts, and you sob, Fyodor has a few drops of surprise in his expression. You hide from his gaze and just focus on the yes, it's like releasing a horrible burden out of your body. You weren't afraid he was lying, something told you he wasn't, his expression maybe, or his voice, or….

"Are you crying with happiness now too?"

"I like the soft Fyodor…"

"Mmmh, that's good, isn't it?" He pulls you a little closer to his face and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. You'd like to kiss him in return, but you can't move. "I'll keep being soft then."

I swear all I could think about while writing this was to to send it all to hell and make these two fuck

maybe I will make a second part

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #yandere fyodor #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd

[stargazestories]

Hellbent (m)

pairings: Angel Jeonghan x demon reader

Warnings: Violence, some blood (from fights), some smut, Minors Do not interact plz

A/n: this is my 5th attempt to upload this, idk why I struggled so much. I hope y’all enjoy and I am trying some new POV so I hope you can still enjoy it, btw this story has a very loose plot and sorry for any mistakes 🙏🏻

Humans really didn’t need much interference, they were capable of good and evil on their own, and both sides knew it, but they both needed the credit.

Demons are suppose to lead humans to temptations and angels are to guide them to the light, both sides doing whatever it is needed to one up each other.

Y/N, while being a demon, didn’t believe in doing much for her side, she didn’t care if she got souls for satan, but she did the bare minimum. To be completely honest she thought humans were boring, spending the last couple centuries tempting them and winning more souls for hell started to become mundane for her, that was until one particular angel came along and made it much more interesting.

“You know I can sense when you are near” The soft spoken angel, who was sitting on the park bench,asked the demon. Y/n just grinned as she sat next to the stunning angel, earning a deep sigh from him .

“I know” she smiled at him.

“What do you want?” The angel was cold in his response.

“What’s the matter Angel? I thought you were warming up to me after all these centuries” she asked with a playful tone, but the angel expressed nothing but disdain for the demon next to him. “Stop calling me that, I told you my name is Jeonghan”.

“Last I checked , you are an angel. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to call you that?” she asked “besides, we’ve known each other for so long” the demon shifted closer to the angel, meanwhile he scooted away, “WE don’t know each other, you are a demon and I’m an angel And if MY memory serves me right, we aren’t allowed to interfere with each other” he finally met eyes with the demon who was ogling at him. “Angel, I’ve never interfered with your work. We are merely mingling” she looked at the stunning creature and took in his features.

“We aren’t allowed to mingle either, so go away” Jeonghan motioned his head to shoo the demon away. “ awww angel you are breaking my heart” y/n said playfully as she pouted her lips at him.

Y/N had been infatuated with the angel ever since she had encountered him centuries ago. She had crossed many angels before and usually she ignored them, as there were rules in place. After thousands of years of fighting and blood shed from both sides, heaven and hell came to a compromise.

Angels and demons were not allowed to interfere with each other's works, any Angel that attacked a demon or vice versa would be in a lot of trouble with their superiors. And while they were expected to be a bit cordial with each other, this did not mean they could fraternize, that too could lead to consequences.

Y/n followed the rules in place but the day she came across Jeonghan, she was struck by his ethereal beauty. This angel was like no other, his light was captivating to the demon. She wanted to be close to this light, even if it meant getting in trouble. This meant that for centuries, any time that she felt and sensed Jeonghan's angelic presence nearby, she would seek him out, much to the angels dismay.

“Go before you get me in trouble” Jeonghan stood up, hoping that the demon would feel threatened by his stature. Y/n just stared at him with awe. The way his beautiful blonde hair draped and framed his face, his features, soft yet strong. He’s beautiful she had thought to herself, she was never envious of the angel, but it was a painful reminder that he was an angel and of course he didn’t want to be in the presence of such a disgusting creature like her.

With that realization coming back, y/n’s look of awe changed to that of defeat and a touch of sadness, something the angel had also noticed but said nothing. “I’ll go” she stood up from the bench and took a final look at the angel who for a small moment, felt a small sensation of guilt. “ Till next time angel” she smiled softly at the angel as she walked away from him, from his warm light and into the darkness of the night.

“Look at this” Jeonghan turned to find another demon, but this one was not like you. “You know an angel like yourself shouldn’t be roaming these streets at night, with demons lurking about, you could get hurt” the demon grinned, showing its sharp teeth as it walked closer to the angel.

Jeonghans heart raced, he had heard over the years that there were demons who still attacked angels, even after the deal between heaven and hell. “You can’t attack” he stepped back as the demon came closer. The demon laughed “oh? Really? Who’s gonna stop me?” His eyes glowing red and mouth salivating “It’s been a while since I’ve tasted angel flesh” he eyed the angel. “I don’t want to kill you” Jeonghan warned as he took out his angel spear and exposed his wings, standing ready to fight.

“Too bad” was all the rogue demon said as it snarled at Jeonghan and quickly ran to attack, Using its claws to try to rip the angel's skin. Jeonghan was able to dodge and deflect every one of the demon's attacks. “Just one bite!” The demon jumped to try to trample over the angel but Jeonghan used his spear to stop the demon before it could reach him. The demon was heavy and pushed down on him, sticking its tongue out to get a small lick of the angel's face as it saw the angel was faltering. “Come here!” The demon yelled as it swung its claws and managed to scratch the angel in the face, causing Jeonghan to yell out in pain as he fell to the ground.

“How pathetic ” the demon stood over the angel whose face was bleeding, raising its hand to lick its blood-covered claw.

“Enough!” A familiar voice yelled out of nowhere. As the demon tried to find where the voice was coming from, it was struck by a red force, making it collapse. “Angel!” y/n ran to Jeonghan, scanning him to see if he was gravely injured, seeing his face covered in his own blood. “I’m here it’s okay” she wiped his face, his eyes barely able to see her ,”g-get away” he managed to say as he was regaining his vision. Seeing y/n’s look of concern brought back that guilt from before , he didn’t want her to fight this battle for him. “I’m not going anywhere” she took a piece of her own shirt to ball up, applying it to his face to stop the bleeding.

While angels are otherworldly beings that have many powers and can heal, if they are attacked or struck by demons, they take a long while to heal. Y/n looked at the wounds on Jeonghan's face, hoping she could figure out how to heal it, as she never treated an angel.

“I’ll be alright- watch out!” Jeonghan pushed y/n away, seeing the other demon behind her with a look of madness as it struck again, this time the demon was able to puncture the angel's flesh, slashing him across his chest.

“Angel!” y/n cried out as she saw Jeonghan's body fall down at the demon's feet. Tears ran down her eyes, which were now engulfed in pure darkness, her raging aura steaming out of her body as she attacked the other demon. She managed to trample the demon, clawing at its flesh, the blood splattering all over, the sound of flesh ripping apart. She wanted nothing else but to obliterate this demon, turn it into dust. The demon could not fight back with the full force and anger of y/n tearing it apart, yelling in pain as it met its death.

After tearing apart the demon to literal shreds, y/n let out a screech of pain. She was not physically hurt but the pain in her heart was more painful than anything else. With her heavy breathing she went to the angel's body. “A-angel?” her voice quivered as she kneeled down to his body. “Angel please” she cried as she tried to wake him. “J-Jeonghan”, her tears streamed down her face as she examined the angel's deep wound. She did not know how to fix this.

she let her demonic energy gather around her hands and placed it over the large wound, not sure if this would even work on the angel but she would try anything at this point. “Don’t, please don’t”, she was beginning to come to terms that the angel, her light, was gone.

“y/n?” the voice was so faint but it was still there, his chest rose as he tried to breath. The demon's heart was pounding and racing so fast, it could almost explode. “ I’m here” she smiled at him as she cradled his body again, “y/n” again the angel was barely able to speak and could barely open his eyes but the demon shushed him “it’s okay,” she spread her leather wings and embraced the angel as she took him away.

Jeonghan slowly opened his eyes to find his vision was blurred. Am I blind? He thought to himself until he slowly blinked and regained his sight, only to see he was in an unfamiliar place. He scanned the room and tried to get up but was met with a jolt of pain. Looking down he saw his chest was bare with blood covered bandages covering it.

“Would be best to lay down” his eyes looking towards the door to find y/n holding something in her hands but couldn’t make out what it was. She walked in with a soft expression as she sat next to him, placing the item that shaped like a box on the nightstand. The angel's eyes never broke their gaze as he monitored every movement of the demon. “Relax, it’s just a first aid kit” she reassured him as she took out some bandages and other items. “I don’t know how to treat an angel for demon inflicted wounds, so figured I’d treat you like a human”, she tried to reach for the angel but he retreated his body and even convered himself with his arms. “Angel, don’t be so modest, I’m trying to help you” y/n got closer to Jeonghan and places his hands down with barely any fight from him as she began to remove the blood soaked bandages.

The angel was still surprised to see her in front of him,helping him even. His memories coming back from the events before. The fight, the other demon.

“You killed it…didn’t you” he asked her but it wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Y/N expression fell as she nodded and avoided the angels eyes as she tossed the old bandages to the side “Why?” He asked another question, but this was something the demon did not want to answer. She opted to ignore the angel's question and continue to mend his wounds.

Jeonghan grabbed her wrist, making y/n look at him. “Why?” He asked again looking at her eyes for the answer. “I- you were in danger” she took her wrist back and again avoided his eyes.

“I told you to go, I could have handled it” the angel argued, making her scoff.

“Yeah because that was working so well before I came”

“I didn’t ask you to help me!” he added.

“Can’t you just say thank you?!” The demon yelled at him, leaving him stunned. In the times he had encountered y/n she only ever spoke to him with a playful tone, never an angry one like she is giving him right now. He saw her expression, her eyes filled with hurt. Again the guilt feeling came back.

Jeonghan didn't hate her. When they first crossed paths, he was perplexed by the demon. He imagined that she would try to attack him or try to seduce him, which made him act cold and distant towards her. As the encounters continued he found himself intrigued at how she just wanted to talk and be close to him, but the angel followed the rules, having to dismiss her every time.

“I’m sorry” he apologized as he averted his gaze.“Thank you for helping me, but I think I should be going otherwise if someone finds out what happened.. ah!” He winced in pain as y/n removed the bandage on his face.

“sorry” she pressed another gauze on his scratches. Her touch wasn’t cold, in fact it was warm. The angel never touched a demon, only ever using his spear to battle them. “I can’t let you leave like this, I know you don’t like me-“ she whispered the last part as she pulled back all her tools and bandages. Jeonghan wanted to interject, “At the very least, just stay till you fully recover” she placed his hand on his, hey eyes begging him to stay.

Jeonghan sighed in defeat as he agreed, making the demon smile. “Continue to rest, I’m going to make us something to eat”, she walked out the room and left the angel there, his lips forming a small smile as he layed back down to rest.

In the days that followed, y/n would help Jeonghan in his recovery, assisting him to get up and cleaning the wounds and even feeding him . Jeonghan was reluctant at first but as he saw y/n genuine affection towards him, he slowly opened up and allowed himself to get to know her. Coming to find out that even though she was a demon, she didn’t care to collect souls or even wanted to. She believed the free will god had given humans played more of a role than angels or demons ever could when it came to their fates.

Sure, angels and demons could influence them but humans conjured up the best and worst things all on their own. Jeonghan slowly came to terms that she was right. After centuries of wanting to save as many souls and be a positive influence on their lives, humans were just unpredictable. There had been many life’s that Jeonghan wasn’t able to save and at first he believed it was because he wasn’t dedicated enough, now he came to terms that humans will always have a choice in the end. So what does he live for now?

Y/n on the other hand was content. While she was sad that the angel was injured, it was the fact he allowed her to help and take care of him that created something warm inside her, something she wasn’t sure what it was but she welcomed it. She saw the soft glow come back to the angel as he recovered, but this only served as a reminder that the angel will soon leave when he is fully recovered.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asks the demon, smiling as he sees her come to the room with a bouquet of roses and puts them near the bed. “I’ve been growing these for a while, thought it would be nice to send you off with a gift”, Jeonghans smile slowly fell from his face as he realized he was practically done recovering. “Ah, thank you y/n, they are beautiful” he tried giving her the same smile as before but something felt off to him as he looked at the roses and back at the demon. Y/n didn’t want to come to terms that he would leave. The light she had wanted to be so close to, would soon be gone again.

“Ill make us something to eat, can’t send you off with an empty stomach” she wanted to cry, her voice slightly breaking at the end. She quickly tried to make her way out the room but Jeonghan grabbed her wrist before she could.

“Y/n….don't go” his heart beat fast as he felt the warmth developing in his chest. He focused his eyes on her, this time focusing on her face with greater detail than before. She was a demon but her eyes were soft despite the carmine color. Her features also looked delicate. Has she always been this beautiful? He thought to himself. She was attractive and he knew it, but in this very moment she was the most beautiful thing ever.

“Stay with me” he whispered as he towered over y/n, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her closer to him. Her heart pounded as he leaned closes, She worried he could hear it.

“J-Jeonghan?”

“It’s Angel to you” he leaned in and pressed his lips on hers. They are soft as a rose, the Angel thought as he embraced her. Y/n was shocked but that soon faded as she leaned into the kiss too. She deepened the kiss first, sliding her tongue into his mouth, earning a moan from the angel.

Shocked at his own reaction, Jeonghan pulled back as he caught his breath, stunned by what he just did.

“I'm so sorry Angel, I shouldn’t have-“, the demon tried to apologize for her action as she realized it must have been new for the angel and she got carried away.

Jeonghan shook his head, while it was new and foreign, he didn’t hate this feeling. The rise of his body temperature, the feeling of want for the beautiful woman in front of him. “I-I’m sorry it’s just…this is new for me but…I want this'' he brought his hand up to meet her cheek and caressed it before going back in to kiss her again, allowing the demon to take the lead.

Y/n melted back into the kiss, once again letting her tongue lick and explore the angel's mouth, their body heat increasing with every second. Y/n hands grasping at the angels shirt as the kiss depended, Jeonghan quickly understood what she wanted as he too began to feel the burning sensation inside him increase, wanting more and more of this feeling.

Briefly, both creatures pulled away to discard their clothing, only to continue their passionate make out in the bed. Jeonghan leaned back into the bed frame as he allowed y/n to straddle him, looking at her with half lid eyes while she softly traced the scars on his chest. His breath sped up even more as the traces of her fingertips were replaced by her lips, making the angel groan. Y/n trailed the angel's chest with kisses, tasting him, moaning as she moved her hips to help.

Jeonghan felt pleasure as the mix of y/s kisses, her moans and her heat rubbed up against his body. He never knew this feeling before but he wanted to be engulfed in it. As y/n rubbed her core against the angel's growing dick, Jeonghan couldn’t help but to want to make her feel just as good, bringing his hands to fondle her big beautiful breasts. “A-angel~” she moaned out to him. Seeing how she reacted, the angel continued and gave them a squeeze before taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the areolas before latching his lips back onto her nipples. Y/n felt waves of pleasure at the angel's actions, making her wet to the point she can feel her essence oozing out of her and onto the angel.

Wanting to make the angels first time meaningful, she continued to let him pleasure her breast as she took some of the slick from her core and began rubbing the angel's dick, which was rock solid at this point. His moans sent vibrations on her breast, which in turn made her moan out louder for him. “That feels so good” he managed to say which brought a smile to her face. She loved seeing how cute he was, and how she made him feel pleasure, she couldn’t help herself to want to toy with him.

Slowly using her finger tip to smear the precum, then slowly rubbing the rest of it down to his shaft, “Does my angel want more?” She said to him in between kisses.. Jeonghan felt jolts of painful pleasure as she rubbed his dick slowly, his hips slowly pushing up for more, his core feeling tight already. “Yes” he begged her like a puppy, and she couldn’t resist him.

Giving into his pleas, she smiled as she guided the angel to lay back against the pillows as she moved her way to position herself over and lined herself over his dick, slowly pushing herself down. The angel thought that he knew pleasure moments ago, but now he felt what true pleasure was. He moaned alongside y/n as she sank herself down completely on him. She gave herself a moment to take in the pleasure and size, Jeonghan intertwining his hands with hers as support. Slowly, y/n moved her hips, wanting her angel to feel every bit of her and wanting to feel every bit of him.

Both creatures began to feel the heat rumbling in their cores as y/n sped her pace. Her pussy clenching onto his dick as she rode him faster and harder.

Jeonghan was a beautiful mess, his skin creating a layer of thin sweat from such heat radiating off both of them. His hands soon found her hips and couldn’t help but to assist her into going faster, earning a small laugh from the demon. The room filled with sounds of flesh slapping, the wet sounds of y/n taking every bit of the angel inside her and their moans. Jeonghan kept his eyes fixed on y/n, her pleasure filled face was so beautiful to him, the way her breasts were swollen and marked because of him, the way she moaned for him was all building up to his climax.

“I-im” the angel closed his eyes as he felt himself feeling closer to the edge, making the demon smile as she knew he was close. She moved her hips faster as he was reaching for her climax as well. She intertwined her hands with his “it’s- okay angel, cum with me” she moaned out to him as she bounced up and down on him harder to feel him hit her spot, bringing them both to their climax and letting out cries of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy filled their bodies, Jeonghan pulled y/n down to hug her and kiss her once more, the demon moaning as she still felt the angel's seed inside her begin to spill out as he pulled himself out. He caressed her body, beginning from her back,down to her hips and wrapped her into his arms as she laid on top of him.

“I love you Jeonghan…” she whispered as she began to close her eyes. The angel smiled at her as he moved her hair out of her face to look at her and kiss her eyes. “I love you too y/n” he said back to her as he also closed his eyes to join her in rest.

Was it wrong to be with her?

According to the rules, yes.

Did he care anymore?

No.

The angel spent centuries following the rules and living to save as many humans as he could for heaven, but that wasn’t living. In his arms was someone that had a mind of her own, that lived for herself and wanted nothing more than to share a moment with him every chance she had. In that moment Jeonghan chose for himself, he chose her.

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[throwaway-yandere]

Hana Yori Dango (Arataki Itto/Reader/Yan!Kamisato Ayato)

A/n: Eyoo it's Feb 3, the Setsubun festival should be happening rn!!! Idk how I thought it was feb when I uploaded this on SEPTEMBER. Anywahs, ily Itto. He's not a full-blown yandere here (yet?) but he is my– OUR himbo, comrade. Writing Itto's dialogues is a delight. I took some inspiration and ideas from @leftdestiny-posts and the itto/gorou enjoyer anon for this one! (both characters are technically here but... haha...) Thanks for the ideas ehehe >:D

gn!reader. This is Itto's side story for "Careful, He Bites.", so everything is in his perspective. Maybe it could be read as a stand-alone (?) if you haven't read the previous one for extra mystery lololol. 

An Unreliable Synopsis: There is another thing besides you and your flowers that Itto can't live without, and it's good fricking food. (Fic happens before "Careful, He Bites")

Cw: yandere!ayato, Japanese folklore, and pure biker gang leader!itto supremacy.

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Around the time Emperor Takakura reigned in the country, there lived an old farmer who wouldn't move a hair away from Yamashiro Province. 

They were gentle, and their neighbors consistently portrayed them as extremely dense. They did not care to dream big for themselves, and opted to worry only about the plate they'll have once the sun sets.  They didn't pay attention to whispers that would soon become the country's history; they hardly heard of the latest gossip regarding Taira no Tokuko. They lived blissfully secluded and unaware, and it was the life they chose to live.

Unaware may not be the best word to describe them, but unaffected.

███ was alone in their household with no spouse to care for them nor children to raise, and in turn, no one thought to accompany them.

Yet ███ never once considered themselves lonely. The moonlight may wax and wane, but the monsters that lurk nearby would never leave them pondering in the dark.

The moon was beautiful that night, too.

"–Won't you be a dear and fetch me a bottle of sake?" 

Their voice echoed inside the empty and dilapidated house. The █████ Clan had long been silent, so no human would answer their calls.

"HAHAHAHA!!! Off to drink again, eh? Leave it to the one and oni Arataki Itto to keep you company!"

But a yokai might.

This particular yokai, Arataki Itto, had grown accustomed to pouring drinks for the farmer, in a way, they consider him their grandson. Itto sat by the floor beside them. He was small in stature, not much taller than their knee, but they considered his heart to be much bigger than an average human's. So, how could they ever turn down his offer of joining his cute little gang?

"But seriously, grand-y," Itto grinned. "I don't understand why you drink so much when you could never beat me in a drinking competition."

And oftentimes, a bigger heart comes with a bigger pride.

"Oh, Itto..." The old farmer gently ruffled the young oni's hair. "You ought not to be proud of such a feat! You're too young to be downing these drinks."

"But grand-y!"

"Do not argue with me, young oni."

"Why not, especially when you sound like a total sore loser?"

"Wha–?"

"Bleeuuugh."

The oni stuck his tongue out.

The farmer sighed, endeared.

Itto wasn't happy with the way they'd been acting over the previous month. Their movements have become terse and rigid since they returned from visiting Yae Miko. And right now, they're being awfully silent for a drunk person. Itto also didn't like how their clan's Kagura Bell Wand is also neatly boxed on top of the table with the kitsune's name on it. It's as if they're planning to give their family heirloom away. Does that mean no purification spells are working on their illness?

"Yo, grand-y. Is something up?"

He doubted it was because of ordinary human struggles. Their father had long perished in a failed rebellion and their mother had hopelessly succumbed to an undiagnosed illness. She left her child the heavy weight of carrying a disgraced Clan's name. Almost nothing can trouble the farmer. 

The farmer succeded most of their previous hardships. If "succeeded" also meant abandoning the Kuruma-dera temple and becoming a recluse entangled with yokai, then the old Sojo would be rolling in his grave right now. But the point is, Itto doesn't think the old farmer would act this way simply because of a menial problem like relationships and lack of entertainment.

"Oh, nothing. I am just... Pondering over my distant relatives' wellbeing. Nothing too personal."

"Do ya want to visit them? I can help you pack up! I've been getting stronger!!!"

The imperial court may be their cousin's home, but it is not their place to stay. Especially for a hakaiso like them. If their cousin wasn't merciful the usual Banishment Laws would've been in full effect on their trial and they'd be sent to Izu Province. They don't want to burden their subordinate clan-- the Kaedehara clan-- more with their presence.

So they digressed.

"Itto, I want you to have this."

They procured a small violet flower from the vase on top of their table. Itto's nose scrunched. The child never expressed any interest in flowers, so their affectionate gesture doesn't reach him.

"Eh? What am I gonna do with that, grand-y?" Itto was visibly unimpressed. 

"I have something to ask of you, won't you take this as a reward for that request?"

"HMPH! I don't even know what the request is!"

"Ahh... Fair point." 

They gazed at the moon.

"Can you look after the Kamisato siblings for me?"

The young oni tilted his head. Why would they ask that? The two bakenekos are already capable of taking care of themselves anyways. Particularly the oldest. Itto often played with Ayato, and all their games ended with the cat outsmarting him one way or another. The only fault Ayato had was being overtly clingy and jealous whenever another yokai steals their attention. 

"But why? It's not like Ayato needs help--"

"I'll be leaving soon."

"--raising his sis– HAAAAAH?!"

They cleared their throat.

"As a human, it still feels as though I'm abandoning my pets, even if they are intellectual yokais who can handle themselves. I'm worried about Ayato especially, he'll probably carry the weight of the world on his shoulders even if he could share the load. Our little himegimi doesn't even have a proper name yet." They muttered, melancholic.

"Hold up grand-y oni! Where are you going?! You're just going out of town... right?"

They laughed humorlessly and patted his head once more. "It won't be long. I'm sure I'll crawl home to you in a few more years. Don't cry, young oni."

So it's not a visit to the capital, it's...

Itto gulped.

"What... What did miss Miko say?"

"It doesn't matter. I am already tired of thinking about talking about it, what more if we discussed the subject?" They shook their head. By the sound of it, they refuse to talk not because of the emotional strain, but because successfully explaining things to someone like Itto would take too much effort.

"NO! Let's talk about iiiiiiiiitttt!!!" He incessantly tugged on their sleeves. "Is it your heart again?! As your gang leader, I already ordered you to stop purging wraiths!!"

They gave him a small, patient smile. For a brief, enchanting moment, it was as if the world slowed just for the oni to process an epiphany.

They tucked a wisteria behind his tiny ear.

"The moon is beautiful. Itto, thank you for making me the first member of your gang." They closed their eyes, breathing shallowly.

And then, a complete yet abrupt silence.

"Grand-y...?"

Young Arataki Itto lightly shook the old farmer.

"Grand-y?"

Young Arataki Itto shook them a bit more forcefully.

"Grand-y oni?!"

They didn't reply.

"GRAND-Y ONI!?"

Young Arataki Itto helplessly yanked them by their collar.

"GRAND-Y ONI!!!"

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"(Y/N)!!!"

You toppled forward as a heavy weight pressed forcefully against your back. 

"Oomph– Goodness– Itto?" 

"Oh, thank God you're alive!" He sobbed.

Arataki Itto, your best bud, wept over your shoulder. You did not shove him away. Itto is way too strong for you, and you wouldn't ask him to carry rice sacks for you if that weren't the case. 

Itto had always been an obnoxious eccentric, often barging into your flower shop and leaving his muddy footsteps on the floor without any reservations until you surprisingly snapped. You commanded him in silent anger that he should make himself more useful to society. Hearing your low-toned voice was the scariest experience Itto had. Itto swears it was downright traumatizing. Distraught, he begged to be your "temporary" delivery boy to calm your nerves. His plan worked. 

You pay him generously for his service, especially since he is missing his birth certificate and therefore can't be employed officially, but that doesn't change the fact that your floors are still muddy now that he's always back.

Itto squished his cheek against your neck as he bawled. You first assumed he was here for his part-time job but he's more interested in sharing his story. You accepted your fate and listened to the biker's performance.

"You would not BELIEVE what kinda nightmare I had last night– like hoo boy, it was INTENSE!"

"Is that so?" You chuckled, slowly diverting your attention back to your previous task, which was watering your plants.

"Trust me, man! It was so strange, it felt like it was some premonition from a distant past or something."

"I'm almost certain that premonition refers to an omen of what might happen in the future, but do go on."

"I can't remember the details, but apparently I was talking to this old farmer– and then they died in my arms! Like bleugh!" Itto bit his tongue and closed his eyes, trying to mimic what the corpse did but it's obviously an exaggeration. "I don't even remember what we were talking about, but I felt so small."

"Oh, wow. How horrifying." You spoke with your voice dripping with disinterest.

It kinda blows that you see him as just an annoying kid-like figure, but at least you let him pull you close like this. Maybe you'd compliment his muscles one day (or not, he lowkey skips arm exercises).

"Right?! Get this– the old grandperson-guy gave me a sumire! A FLOWER!!!"

"This is most certainly the first time you're excited about flowers. Hmm..." You placed a finger on your chin. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are your dreams trying to tell me that violets will sell well this season or...?"

You cast a glance at your reserved flower stock. Because none of them are violets, it appears that you cannot tease him by offering a bouquet. You would've joked about sending some to his funeral, but Itto is rattled enough without your misplaced sense of humor.

"What?! DUDE! Why is that your interpretation?!"

"It might be because I happen to be a florist, Itto."

Itto looked back at your flowers with an open-mouth expression that says "oh, right." 

He quietly noticed that most of your flowers have become more colorful since Ayato began generously giving you bonemeal as gifts. He sent jars nearly the size of a skull. It was pretty creepy. Nobody knows what that gentleman meant when he said he personally acquired and ground those bones for you, but at least they're great fertilizers.

"Well, yeah, I guess. But that's beside the point, compadre! I'm telling you all this because I wanna know what sumire, violets, mean in flower language or somethin'!"

"Violets in our country are often given as a sign of gratitude or love. Perhaps the old figure in your dreams only wishes to thank you before they regret not doing so." You sighed. Itto noticed how you looked perplexed amidst your ramblings, as though you were remembering something you shouldn't have. "Your fear of ghosts is seriously affecting your wellbeing, Itto. I fear that your cowardice will affect you one day."

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'Itto, thank you for making me the first member of your gang.'

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Itto shuddered. 

Nope. No way. There's no way that dude was a ghost.

"W-What?! Me? Afraid of GHOSTS?! HA!" He laughed emptily. "No way."

He paused, eyeing you with his face going way past your comfortable personal space.

"And you know, (Y/n)... Now that I took a good look at ya, you kinda look like the old person from my dreams."

The two of you went silent.

You chucked a half-filled plastic watering can directly into his head.

"OW!!! What was that for?!"

"Old-fashioned as my speech and knowledge of the world may be, that does not mean I appear old myself, thank you very much!"

"WHAT?! I didn't mean it like THAT! C'mon, (Y/n)!" Itto blew a raspberry beside your neck. "I wasn't saying that. I was thinking about how you have this wholesome grandpa or granny type of vibe-- not saying that you're cute-- well I mean, you are cute-- but not in a MEAN way-- like, you're giving endgame lover vibes--"

You gently pushed Itto's hug away and passed on the next batch of flowers before he spirals when defending himself. It's a trick you used against him frequently, which helps you drown out Itto's nonsensical ramblings that are often borderline flirting. He doesn't seem to notice that he'd take anything off your hands whenever he's speaking. Doing this prevents him from realizing that you're asking him to deliver flowers to a sleazy love hotel. You have to thank his biker gang's deputy leader– Kuki Shinobu– for that "life hack."

"This next bouquet is for a client in Kabukicho. Paimon was kind enough to inform me that there is a 10% possibility of rain, but it might pick up by 6 pm so use caution."

Itto furrowed his thick eyebrows. It's cute how you talk like P.A.I.M.O.N is as a person but– "It's just an AI..."

You shrugged.

"Any friend of Lumine is a friend of mine."

Itto perked up. Lumine. It's been a while since the three of you had the pleasure of spending the afternoon indulging in sweets with her in Bistro Ichiya. He wondered how she's been lately. 

She stopped responding to your calls the same summer you all became friends with Ayato. Itto thought it was such a bizarre turn of events. It lead you to wonder if your inadequate knowledge of technology had put on quite a formidable communication barrier, but it turns out your mutuals were unable to talk to her as well. Even Yoimiya offhandedly mentioned that it had always been in Lumine's nature to travel and forget her previous commitments. 

You highly doubted that Lumine would let it go this far, however. It's been half a year. You had been casual friends for longer than that and know that she's not as fickle as dandelion seeds. 

Itto pities your faith in her.

"... Still no calls?"

"Unfortunately no." You sighed. "Not even Paimon knows where she ended up in all her traveling endeavors."

"I'll try searching TeyvatBook again for you."

"Thank you. 'Surfing' the web must be incredibly taxing for both you and your device. I appreciate the effort, Arataki. Do make sure to replenish your phone's energy afterward."

You have the intonation of an aged soul. Itto assumed he'd be used to your manner of speech by now, but it's so eerily similar to the elderly person in his nightmares that it's bordering on the uncanny valley. He wouldn't be astonished if you were ever a docile monk in your past life.

"G-Geez. You make it seem like P.A.I.M.O.N's human. Kinda freaky."

Your silk-like laughter filled the gaps of silence, drowning his distress. 

"I am the type of florist who believes talking to plants helps their growth, aren't I?"

Itto smiled softly.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess you are, grand-y."

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"Call me later, big guy~–"

"Thank you for your purchase, have a nice day!" 

That was the last order for today. Itto would've boasted as usual, but he has your best interest at heart, so he refrained from doing so to keep a good name for the Sakura Bloom flower shop. Following a script is out of character from a man like Itto, but he did most of what you commanded effortlessly. 

On a side note: he looked quite adorable sporting a little green apron– clearly your size– instead of his usual bad-boy leather jacket. The look barely complimented his muscles but he's confident that he's still oozing charisma. He can't be too sure though-- he'll gel his hair extra later, and MAYBE you would say he's smokin'. 

Itto stepped away from the hotel's porch and walked toward his bike. he never would've guessed you take customers from this side of Shinjuku too. That lady earlier was unforgettably promiscuous, to say the least. As he was about to comb his hair and reach for his helmet, he stopped abruptly.

"Hol' up– Was that Ayato?"

It was unmistakably him. He looked off, though. Itto only saw him for like a split second from afar but Ayato's expression looked nothing like the gentle warm smile he usually sports.  Seeing Ayato without you nearby is rare since the man frequently accompanies you in public like a servant or a pet. That's not to say that Ayato lacks a social life. It's just that Itto never had the opportunity to speak with him one-on-one.

Itto became excited simply thinking about it, and the thought of asking why Ayato would be seen in the red light area didn't occur to him. Instead, he had another priority in mind.  He always wanted to know where Ayato got his niku-dango ingredients because he wouldn't answer when you asked Ayato or Thoma (but Thoma looked nauseous that day, so Itto couldn't blame the guy). Itto didn't care for the meat dango's recipe, but the ingredients made it delectable—the pork especially! If he was being poetic, it tasted nostalgic. It was as though he had relished in it fresh from his muddled memories. And he's craving for more.

He left his bike and ran after him just before the light turned from yellow to red. But when he reached the other side he couldn't find a hint of his light blue hair amongst the crowd. 

Itto cursed to himself as quietly as he could muster, still aware that he was wearing your apron. 

"You..."

He spun around. The voice didn't sound anything like Ayato's, but the tone pointed at him. The stranger wore an obi that did not match the century he was in and two protruding azure horns that were hard to miss. It was like he came out of a Setsubun festival. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Itto felt as if those horns were real and not at all out of place.

"Arataki Itto." The stranger's nose scrunched, voice dripping with unadulterated disdain. "The pathetic red oni that stained our pride just for a sinful runin." 

Itto stared back, his face blank and his eyes hollow.

"...Takuya."

Itto froze as the name slipped out of his mouth. How did he know his name? And why is he so sure that's his name?

"How was it? How was the taste? Was it as good as you remembered?"

"I... Who are you, man?!"

Itto already knew his name. He knew he just said his name but he still asked out loud because he couldn't understand what the hell is going on. 

"Why don't you still remember...?"

Takuya seemed at a total loss on what else to say, unlike his heavily contorted expression. 

Arataki Itto is for being easily provoked, and Takuya took advantage of his simple flaw.

"It's been years since you made the deal. Why don't you remember who you were– who you are? Don't you remember the pact?!"

"Theeee– what now?"

Don't get him wrong, Itto feels guilty but he's stumped. He doesn't know what he's guilty of exactly, and this man isn't doing him any favors by continuing this guessing game.

"You promised– you red onis made an oath that you will live ALONGSIDE humans. Why did you eat them? Why did you start living AS a human?!"

Itto's breath hitched at the sound of Takuya's screaming, causing him to nervously run his fingers through his hair. As he reached for his scalp, a phantom pain seared where two things should've been. 

"... The hell you talking about, man? Are you a chuunibyo or something?" His voice came off as hoarse and strained, reflecting that an invisible force is harming him in ways he can't prove to himself or others.  

Takuya sucked air between his teeth. But just as he was about to break down his list of grievances, another voice interrupted the conversation.

"Ah, there you are, my friend! I have been looking everywhere for you."

The two stopped and Takuya froze. It was almost as if the stranger shrank as the taps of footsteps amplified in each stride. 

"Oh, my bro Ayato. There you are." Itto faintly greeted him.

The third person smiled weakly. 

Ayato always had excellent timing, it seemed. He curved a hand above Itto's shoulder and gave the stranger a cloudy sideways glance. His eyes were trained on the person in front of them, and in response, Takuya stood defensively. The horned "man" stepped back, preparing to sprint, while Ayato inserted two more steps into his space. 

Ayato got in between both Itto and the stranger faster and more forceful than what the biker gang leader anticipated.

His voice was similar to yours when he spoke. It was dangerously low with unmatched vigor and sharpness above all else. "Excuse me, sir, but we're in a hurry. We will be taking our leave immediately."

Takuya nearly sighed in relief as the elegant man shut down the possibility of continuing a conversation. His trembling form bowed quickly while his foot was already turned in the opposite direction. They have to have known each other. Itto had never considered himself as astute, and yet he discovered that this "Takuya" isn't the real threat out of the three of them. 

It was none other than Kamisato Ayato. 

"Y-Yes... Yes, of course, sir. Farewell."

Takuya scurried away.

...

What was that all about?

What kind of stunts did Ayato pull around Shinjuku for him to come off as intimidating without his knowledge? Itto furrowed his eyes as he looked at Ayato's back. Children don't even find Itto scary, and he had the stereotypical troublemaker look. Ayato appears kind and gentle, maybe a bit standoffish, but his soft appearance shouldn't be able to scare some weird grunt away.

Ayato turned to face him. 

Ah. So that's why.

His look of displeasure changed Itto's misconceptions immediately.

Ayato softened his expression once he realized Itto was staring, dumbfounded. He chuckled and tapped the biker's shoulder as if reminding him that the scary look wasn't aimed at him. Itto laughed nervously. Sure, it wasn't, but he made a mental note not to piss Ayato off, ever.

From that, Itto learned that Ayato can be as scary as you when he wants to be.

This man definitely got a dark side. Noted.

"Hey, uh, Ayato, did you see that?"

The light-haired man gave him an indifferent stare. "Saw what, exactly?"

"He had horns, my guy." 

Itto began ruffling the top of his head– something he normally wouldn't do since he adores his hair– and created two triangular air shapes. His friend watched him, amused, but perplexed about what he was trying to communicate.

"Like, that dude got those devil horns going on– don't tell me you haven't seen it!"

"Hmm." Ayato hummed, a small grin plastered on his face. 

"What would you do if I said I haven't seen anything? You're not afraid of yokai, aren't you?"

"What– C'MON!!!" Itto groaned loudly. "NOT YOU TOO– GAH!!! What's with you and (Y/n) today– enough with this "oooh-you're-afraid-of-this-aren't-yooouu" bullcrap! HELLO?!? I'm ARATAKI NUMERO UNO ITTO! Monsters and ghosts should be afraid of ME."

Ayato closed his eyes and shook his head, but his sly smile had not left his face. "Ah right, my apologies. How could I forget the unsurmountable one and oni Itto, how foolish of me."

"Exactl–..."

One and oni?

Itto both liked and didn't like the sound of that. Much like the taste of Kamisato Ayato's food, the phrase itched the nostalgic part of his brain. He couldn't tell where he first heard it. Ayato didn't even look like he made a mistake in saying "oni" instead of "only", rather, it slipped out of his tongue so naturally. Like he was hoping Itto would catch on to whatever he was implying.

Well, he didn't. He had no idea where Ayato was getting at and he only has about 2 brain cells left after that terrible migraine.

"And don't even joke about yokai stuff! I don't wanna get bad luck this Setsuban Festival." 

Ayato raised an eyebrow.

"...I thought you were allergic to beans?"

"Yeah I am," Itto said. "And that's precisely I don't want any bad vibes for tomorrow. Can't have beans to save me from those onis, you know?"

Ayato muttered something Itto didn't hear.

"So you aren't fully human yet as well, hmm..."

"Say, why are you in the red light district? Don't tell me you're picking chicks around here."

Ayato refrained from rolling his eyes while Itto laughed.

"I'm not here for that, I'm trying to find a sist-- my little sister."

"Oh, oh! Tag me in! Lemme help. What does your sister look like?"

He appeared troubled when Itto volunteered to help. Ayato carefully chose his next words.

"She's shy and quite the formidable escapist. You wouldn't be able to find her unless you're looking at every nook and cranny."  

"Sounds like bullshit."

Ayato technically didn't lie.

Itto continued. "Do you have a sister complex or something? Bro, I won't do anything to her. Just give me a description."

He shrugged. "Himegimi looks like me."

"Well, duh, of course, she does. Can't you be more specific? Like her height, hair, and eye color maybe--"

"Never mind it. Once she's tired of searching, she'll be back home soon enough."

"But, dude, your little sister is in the RED LIGHT DISTRICT! Aren't you worried--"

"She'll be fine."

"But men would--"

"She's small, they won't notice her."

Itto's unsure whether Ayato's brain is too advanced or he's acting stupid because that answer didn't make sense at all. Aren't smaller girls supposed to be in more danger around these parts? His head hurt. He always treated anyone smaller than him as kiddos-- and he can't imagine a kid can protect themselves from kidnappers.

Suddenly, they heard a strangle rumbling nearby.

Ayato looked at Itto and his stomach accusably. 

He scratched his neck with a snobbish frown.

"Fiiiiine, I take it back. I'm hungry so I'll leave you searching for your sister. Alone. Without my help. At all."

Ayato, familiar with his antics by now, started leading Itto to walk alongside him.

"You're in luck then. I was planning to cook today. I haven't ordered Thoma to butcher the meat yet– but we will tonight. Perhaps you'd want to join me for dinner?"

"Holy shit, are you making those niku-dangos again?"

He nodded.

"For real? Hold on, let me tell grand-y first." He began messaging you.  

"Haha, so you're back to calling our (Y/n) "Grand-y", I see."

Itto looked up from his phone. "Back to?"

Our?

Ayato nodded solemnly. Once again, he had that look that hints that he's trying to get Itto to remember something on his own, but Itto REALLY doesn't have the patience at this point. He's so dog-tired plus he's starving. Itto doesn't have time for any more mind games, whether it's that Takuya guy or Ayato. 

Itto was surprised that you replied fast. Albeit, it was the default thumbs-up emoji and you might've mis-tapped but nu-uh, no takebacks allowed here, boss! Itto giggled like a preschooler as he bombarded you with smug Thank You stickers and emojis while you were (very slowly) typing a reply. 

"From that look on your face, I am guessing that they agreed."

"Hell yeah, man! I can't wait to grab a bite of that sweet sweet taste of perfection, baby! C'mon, free delicious food? Count me in!"

"Wonderful."

Kamisato Ayato's lips contorted into a Cheshire cat-like grin. 

"Let's eat him, together."

--------

Glossary: 

Dango over flowers/hana yori dango: means "substance over style" or preferring a practical gift over something superficial.

Hakaiso: a monk who had sinned/had been considered depraved.

Himegimi: word for princess.

Sojo: a high-ranking Buddhist priest.

Setsubun Festival: a festival focused on purging houses of misfortune (b e a n s), often associated with oni imagery.

Runin: an exiled individual.

#tag: careful he bites #yandere genshin x reader #yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere ayato #arataki itto x reader #yandere fanfiction #yandere kamisato ayato #arataki itto fanfic #tw: cannibalism #ansy-writes

[kaddyssammlung]

In case you are wondering what my mental health is doing lately....

so I kind of discovered YouTube. Since I already upload stuff there so that I can link it in here I decided to just upload more. It's a nice way to run away from things without actually having to run away.

TW from here...trauma stuff

A few nights ago I woke up and felt really weird. It was like a bad dream that I had but also a flashback when I woke up. Idk how to describe it. It was just bad. I have not slept well ever since. Two days ago I was terrified of going to bed because I did not want something like to happen again. But then I thought something like...well I'm still alive and I can handle these things why be afraid of them?

That actually kind of worked because I'm not afraid anymore but I still have trouble sleeping which is very rare for me.

Back to the begging with this YouTube thing.

The problem is that you can not really run away from yourself. I recorded my interpretation of “the way that you were” from our boys today and all I do is feel the heaviness of it. In how much emotional pain was this poor human in? I do mean Vessel and me also.

How much did they break you? How far did they take you?

I have not listened to this in a while and I won't be able to. Right now this makes me think about that nightmare/ flashback that I had.

All of this is so weird sometimes. You can't really tell anyone what it is what you are seeing because it would be too traumatizing for them. But I also don't feel like talking about these things because I don't want to feed them with more energy. If that makes sense.

Other than that...I had a great run with my dog today :)

And also I am very far gone today.

I should make another video about dissociation and find out more about it while I'm far gone XD. I can barley type. I can't feel my whole upper body today including my fingers.

Idk...

it's Saturday so let's clean something and wash laundry. It will get better. I know that :)

#tw sa implied #healing journal #just cptsd things

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Heads Up Seven Up Tag!

Thank you so much @gummybugg for tagging me to do this.

Here are 7 lines/quotes from my current WIPs. Planning to upload these soon.

(They are all mostly from different stories, but mainly my Steph's Crew series.)

"I never belonged here. And now, I never will."

"Right, I’ll just say it now. I like you a lot. And I’d really like to go on a real date with you sometime. You don’t need to say anything, you don’t even need to feel the same way… I just wanted you to know."

"It'll be so good to have the whole family back together again. Oh, son. You have no idea how much we’ve missed you…"

Stephanie rose from the ground, breathing heavily. She stared at Melanie's limp, motionless body. Realising what she had done, she quickly covered Melanie with a blanket. Then she looked around the room, unsure of what to do next. The room, now suffocating with an eerie silence, offered no solace as her panicked eyes darted around, quicker and quicker, searching desperately for a way out. She knew she couldn't stay. So, with a heart still pounding like a funeral drum, she fled the house, leaving Melanie behind.

"Yeah. Make sure you don't stay out too late. And don't get into any trouble - we don't want to have to bail you out of jail like we did for your brother."

My whole body is still throbbing from that... that mess that took place last night. My heart has been shattered into the smallest, finest splinters—and here I was thinking that it couldn't possibly break more than it already has. Why the hell did I think that doing this would help me get over him?

"I’m sure you guys will have a great time. You're super lucky! I mean, she’s lucky too… to have someone like… you. I- sorry. I’m just in shock. I wasn’t expecting this at all!"

There. That's done. To be honest, I could have picked out some better lines… but I like these because most of them are kind of vague. Like, I tried not to put any names anywhere and stuff (except for the 4th one, which - I bet you didn't see that one coming, did you? Lol, plot twist), so you wouldn't easily be able to guess who says what, or what exactly is going on in those moments. Most of these are kind of random moments from different works.

Idk if I even did this right lol. But I hope you guys like it regardless!

I'm going to tag these people to do this challenge next (it's totally optional, though): @winterandwords, @rubywrite, @dragonedged-if, @thelavenderwriter, @amugoffandoms, @exquisitecrow, @pennywaltzy, @soph1333, @yourlocalcryptidinthewoods, and @thecreakywriter.

#rickie-the-storyteller #tag game #writeblr tag games #writerblr #my wips #steph's crew #heads up 7 up #heads up seven up #lines taken out of context #this was fun lol

[simplydowntown]

salutations!! i am in desperate need for cheesy nice bf dustin fluff so if it's not too much trouble, could you write abt the first time dustin calls reader one of his dumb little nicknames and they like swoon and give him a fat smooch or smth? he deserves one😚😚

STUPID NAMES

a/n: aw, salutation beloved anon!! this is so cute (yes dustin deserves a smooch) and yes, the nicknames i wrote made me cringe 💔💔💔 also, idk why, but for some reason tumblr makes the pictures i upload low quality 😭

“boo-boo! look at this!” you eyes shot open as awoke from your nap and got off the couch, so tired you didn’t register what dustin had called you. you reached his bedroom, standing at the door frame to see what he wanted to show you.

“wow dustin,” you whispered in awe, crouching down to the floor next to your boyfriend. he had built a castle out of legos, and it looked amazing. “that’s awesome.”

“well, boo-boo, after two weeks of procrastination, i’ve finally done it.” you froze, eyebrows raised, as you turned to dustin slowly.

“what’d you say?”

dustin tilted his head, his smile shifting into a small frown. “i did it?”

“no, before.”

“i procrastinated? hey, you do it too!”

“no, before.”

“boo-boo?” you pushed your lips together, trying not to laugh at the cute nickname. dustin huffed, rolling his eyes when he saw your reaction.

“fuck you.” you burst out laughing, a hand over your mouth to tone down your cackles. “y/n!” he whined, pouting as you fell to the floor.

“n-no, it was just a little funny, snookums.” dustin snorted, grinning as you began to kiss his cheek feverishly. “god, i’m swooning over here and you’re laughing? wow, honeybun.” you shook your head before laying down on the curly haired boy, smiling.

“you’re the best.”

“yeah, i am. now continue. show me the castle.”

#dustin henderson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson

[randyortonofficial]

i seen you posted abt the supermega situation and i have no one to talk to about it. i just hate how heartbroken i am over this and how i’m crying over it. i’ve already been having problems irl with people i thought were my friends and this just takes the cake. i stopped watching then within the last year because i just haven’t been watching uploads or the podcast but they were my comfort youtubers some years ago and i just feel betrayed and sick to my stomach. and i’m just not okay mentally right now. i don’t know why this is effecting me so badly. irl and whoever you are a fan of, guess you can’t trust anyone in this world.

these were people you developed an attachment too and who provided an escape. now that escape is being taken away and we are confronted with the reality of our problems once again. it is a hard experience and i understand why it is distressing

i wish i could provide some helpful words or advice. i am going through some trouble of my own and one of my fave creators exposed even more of his true colors last month - and i don’t even idolize content creators anymore, knowing that 90% of the time, they will disappoint

just know that there are other fans in your position. other fans who feel betrayed and are wondering what went wrong. how they will escape from the realities of life.

im autistic, so if it were me, i would find a new hyperfixation. a show, a video game, etc. but you can trust people in this world. it is hard, but everyone is going through hard times right now (like literally, EVERYONE has had a terrible few months, idk whats in the air!) and there IS light on the other side. i know that logically knowing it and putting it into practice is difficult

i apologize you’re having a difficult time and i do hope that you are able to find respite and peace soon. it is definitely a hard time for the fans right now

#this was longer than anticipated #sorry for all the words #i desperately wish i could make you feel better ): #anon #asks

[chaotictarlos]

••• Mine | tarlos

Request: During his solo meeting, @ActuallyRafa asked fans about favorite lines. A fan mentioned "and his boyfriends a cop"! TK was called a "motherfucker" since  TK flirted back with the bartender. Rafa said Carlos took him home and showed him who’s boss 😏 #DINAH  🥵🥵🥵 It is straight out of AO3 Wonder if there is a fic with this scenario

Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Explicit | Word Count:3290 | Warnings: 2 x 04 Coda, Possessive Carlos, Dom/Sub tones, Handcuffs, Use of sex toys, vibrators, enthusiastic consent, we love consent in this house, anal fingering, anal sex, m x m smut, male x male smut, bondage, bondage with handcuffs, edging

Summary: Tk flirts with a bartender and Carlos takes him home to show him who’s boss.

Author's Note: Hey anon! Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this - even if I had a tough time getting it started. Idk why I feel like this isn’t my best work but I really hope you like it and enjoy it! Comments are always lovely!

Nobody has permission to save, translate, repost, upload, or do anything with my fics. My fics are only posted on AO3, if you see them on any other site such as Wattpad please let me know.  This story was written for an adult audience and is intended for adult consumption. If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Carlos asks, his voice tight as they walk into the townhouse.

TK can feel that he’s going to be in trouble for flirting with the bartender- if it could really be called flirting because he didn’t believe it had been flirting, but if it led to Carlos getting riled up and roughing him around in the bedroom… Well, he couldn’t find it in himself to really care.

“I did,” TK says as he slips off his shoes, putting them in their proper spot to show Carlos that he could be good when he wants to be. “I think we should have more 126 hangs where we go out and do something. We should have an equal balance of staying in to play board games and going out on the town.”

“Hm.” Carlos hums as he watches TK cross the room into the kitchen and get mineral water out of the fridge. 

TK takes a long drink before turning his attention to Carlos and taking a long look at his boyfriend. He knows that there is something off with Carlos; his shoulders are tense, his arms crossed, and he has a less than pleased look on his face.

“Did you have fun, baby?” He asks, leaning against the counter as he drinks his water.

“For the most part,” Carlos says. “When you’re done with your water I want you upstairs.”

With that, Carlos turns on his heel and starts up the stairs to their bedroom. A shiver runs through TK at the tone of Carlos’ voice. He knows that tone. It’s the same tone Carlos uses when TK’s misbehaved and Carlos aims to fix the behavior. It’s always an exciting night when Carlos uses that tone on him.

READ MORE ON AO3

tags: @strangefurychaos @ronensass @sapphire11 @malexsoulmates @angeltk @noxsoulmate @sivan325 @beautifulhigh @welcometololaland @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain

#chaotic fics #911 lone star fic #911VerseFic #911fanficblog #usercassi #bubblesandroses8 #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 ls #911 lonestar #911 lonestar fic #tk strand fanfiction #carlos reyes fanfiction

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

That shower video “someone” made has bothered me for months. I’m sure no one wants to rethink on this but I have some thoughts about the whole thing that may or may not be delusional. But really with everything that’s happened, is anything too far fetched ? Lol

So when you post a story to IG, I think it allows like an under 60 sec uploading time. Within that time frame, I think you can still delete the post without it being fully uploaded and seen by your followers (someone correct me if I’m wrong).

What if - “someone” made her shower show and then preemptively uploaded it to her IG story but as it was still uploading, SS and deleted it (again, I do not know how and if this is actually possible to do before the story completely uploads) and then deactivated.

After the deactivation, she knew ppl would be checking for her as they have for months. As ppl are wondering what happened to her, suddenly some dummy account on twitter (or was it tumblr? Or IG) asks if anyone else saw her post that story…and then the SS of the story are leaked. Idk if there was ever an actual video that made it around (I HOPE NOT) or if it was always screenshots only.

The source of the SS conveniently disappears or is never really traced? but the work is done. The pics are spread and there’s hope that ppl will feel sorry for her or that she’ll go viral and make the news (she doesn’t lol).

Her trolling friends are mysteriously silent and never address the situation. Her fans seem determined to ignore it completely and instead focus on her deactivating bc she was being bullied. (Which she was, TBF, but if she willingly posted a story like that on Beyoncé’s internet unprovoked I have to wonder about her priorities). Nobody around her orbit wants to address the situation but she then pops up on twitter two days later (that timing…so convenient).

Now I can’t prove any of this happened the way I described, but I have an even stronger inkling the truth may not be too far, bc of the most recent sister IG story.

Again - a mysterious SS appears out of thin air looking oddly like it might have been tampered with. Where did that second X on the top left hand corner come from? That’s not in regular IG stories or even screenshots of IG stories. Did her sister REALLY post a story tagging Cap A? Why would she have done that if not to make it so obvious where she was? And how did a private account IG story suddenly make its way through cyberspace when nothing from her sisters account has ever leaked to blogs b4? Surely if ppl had been checking for her before, there would have been other stories she posted - esp when they were together in Paris or elsewhere.

This SS has a backyard backdrop that would not mean anything to anyone unless it’s eagle eyed stalker fans who can recognize the man’s backyard (IDEK wanna go there). Then add that location tag…obvious trolling bc if it were just the background without the tag, I’d give her the benefit of the doubt. Assuming that the sister’s following would not see that post and know she was in his backyard. She adds the cap moniker tag and now the hint is clear as day. Then the SS gets sent to multiple tumblr blogs that are CE/fans. Get ppl talking, angry, riled up. Then “someone” follows a person who has a connection to her famous bf. It all unravels from there.

Now..why do all this? Why would you go thru all this trouble to troll? She could simply post a pic from his backyard herself. She could have posted a pic or video from inside his house in his bathroom showering if she really wanted. If she’s his SO, she’s allowed to do some of that within reason. IMO, she very much wants to keep up appearances that she’s super private and respectful of his privacy and she doesn’t troll. She’s above that and not like all of those other clout chasing women. However - by physically posing for that awful video, she literally proved she was proactive in creating that content. It’s not like it was a candid where she was doing something and was unaware she was being filmed. She posed willingly - that video was going to someone or somewhere intentionally. Her sister allegedly posting from his backyard and tagging that also means she wanted ppl to connect the dots.

Maybe all this is delusional overthinking on my part. There’s no way I can prove any of this is true. But I just don’t trust this chick. Can’t explain it.

Sweetheart, I hope you didn't wrote this long essay right after you woke up. 😅

[queenofbaws]

Okay if this one doesn't cause too much psychic damage (or even if you can answer it lol): top 5 horror movies and/or books that you went in thinking you were gonna love and would be right up your alley only to end up sorely disappointed or just hated in general.

oh god, i can answer this. i can answer this. so easily. there is so much fuckin disappointing horror out there i stg askdjfklasjfksdjfkldjf UGH LET’S DO THIS.

we’re all going to the world’s fair (2021; movie). found footage is notoriously hard to do right, but man i had high hopes for this one. let me tell you, iiiiii’m not sure i can even tell you what happened in this confused mess. a girl does an internet challenge that MAYBE triggers some kind of psychological break in her? perhaps? and then another person on the internet takes it upon himself to inject himself into her life via her youtube uploads? well let me tell you the #1 reason WHY this movie got a solid two thumbs down from ya gurl: uh the flashing/strobing lights in this wereeeeee so constant and so intense that even though i am NOT epileptic, i had to go to bed for the rest of the day after watching it. left me with a bad taste in my mouth lmfao. i’m sure it’s SOMEONE’S thing.

the empty man (2020; movie). the first like 20 min of this movie are so solid. if they ended this thing right after the prologue? good little horror short. it’d be wonderful. great, even. fantastic. but they didn’t, they turned it into a whole movie and it shouldn’t have been a whole movie. this is another one where the plot - to me - felt so muddled i’m not even sure i can explain it clearly, but there’s a spirit out there, and it wants to empty you out until you’re a husk. if you want a good, spooky little watch, turn this one on, but man alive, you turn it off the second you see the “6 months later” or what the fuck ever. trust me on this one.

the requin (2022; movie). i am a simple woman. a simple woman who enjoys a good, schlocky, “oh no, that giant shark is going to eat us!!!” movie. mostly because i have CRAZY intense thalassophobia and as my friends irl will attest, i’m so scared of any fish bigger than a koi that if you take me to an aquarium, my knees literally might give out. this one was just confused. and there wasn’t actually a whole lot of shark. at no point did i feel...anything for the characters. if the selling point of your movie is GIANT SHARK HUNTS PEOPLE, i want to see your gianT SHARK HUNTING PEOPLE AHHHHH.

the ritual by adam nevill (book). okay, this one is definitely just a matter of personal taste, but...i LOVED the movie the ritual, so i thought i’d get the book. the writing itself is great! the story, however, is very different than what you get in the movie, and actually focuses a lot on like...a kidnapping. with a bunch of heavy metal obsessed teenagers. it wasn’t what i was expecting, and it wasn’t what i was hoping for, so it left me feeling pretty deflated. still a great story, just...not the story i was looking for.

sharp objects by gillian flynn (book). i love a story about a fucked up family. i love a story about a serial killer. i love protagonists who are deeply, deeply troubled. this was...hmm. hmmmmmmmm. i’ve read this book like three times, each time hoping maybe my feelings on it will change, but they just don’t. this book feels like suffering for the sake of suffering, and there’s no catharsis, imo, nothing that feels RESOLVED. reading this book felt a whole lot like the written version of “life sucks and then you die,” like it just stretched on and on and everyone was MISERABLE and everyone HATED EACH OTHER and in the end everything just gets WORSE, and idk man. again, i’m sure it’s someone’s thing - it got turned into a tv series on one of the streaming platforms so clearly SOMEONE out there likes it, but boy oh boy, this one just wasn’t for me, folks.

ask me my top 5 anything!

#love-fireflysong #asks #legit im still mad about we're all going to the world's fair lmfao #i thought it was going to be so spooky and good and all it did was make me very very sick #OH WELL #my bookshelves are lined with disappointing horror books but lord help me idk how many of them deserve PUBLICITY

[roseymess]

Hello!

Initials: MM

Mars: Pisces

Emoji that describes me: 🐙

(Shonkho)

Hello!!

Your future spouse reminds me of the idol Min Yoongi,Idk why. Like um,the vibe,the emotion,it just really reminds me of Min Yoongi. Okay,so they may have a gummy smile. They have a very pretty smile. They are actually soft balls,they have a small slim nose,chubby cheeks. Pale to tanned skin,like light tanned skin . They may also have small tattoos here and there. I feel like your future spouse is someone who is older than you,a lot more experienced as I'm seeing. They may also have a career in art,like mostly music or poetry as I'm seeing. They may have their blog as well or some page where they upload. They have many many followers . They are also quite and we'll respected. They might be having a bit of financial trouble as of now. Cause I'm sensing some tension. They might be at a rough patch in their lives right now. Like,tensed. I think this person also may have had a breakup or some sort of betrayal. They're feeling a bit lost now. Their cycle might end soon near January next year,don't worry. But as of now,they're a bit worried. Otherwise,your future spouse has a very pinkish body. Like,flushed body. So beautiful and cute.

Hope it resonates. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you so much for joining. Take care

[sk3tch404]

(Resurfaces like in the Milk Cat meme) I've returned- YOOOOOO CONGRATS ON COMPLETING YOUR FIRST ROUTE!!!! 💃🏼💃🏼🎉🎉

https://imgur.com/a/CjwwBix

Shit wrong link, uhhh-

https://imgur.com/a/IihtOxh

There we go :D

That is one BIIIG Milestone reached, so even if you can't complete the full game, you're definitely ready to upload a fully fledged demo👌be proud yourself, you definitely deserved it bro, and about length, I think it's a good amount, considering the short timeframe you had to work on it.

Also don't even worry about character arcs, as long as your story has Beginning/Build Up/Climax/End you're good to go 👍. Sometimes it's better when you don't have everyone's backstory explained to you ya know?

For example Michael Myers, like yeah, we saw him stabbing his sister as a kid, but we sure as hell don't know why exactly he did it and what he went through during his stay at Smith's Grove Sanitarium, yet he still managed to be one of the biggest horror icons today. (I'm strictly speaking about the OG Movie btw, idk shit about what they did to him in the sequels)

Sometimes, just some cool shit happening is enough for a story, it's not like we're expecting a full on 24 episode Anime in LN form either 🤷‍♀️ also considering that it IS a Yandere Story, having sympathy for the LIs falls a bit short, when they're probably gonna go full sicko mode on us somewhere in their routes 0_0"

Yandere: (insert sad backstory) ...and that's why I have mommy issues 😔

Darling: (chained against the wall of the Yandere's house, hasn't seen sunlight for a solid week or so) cowabummer 😐

Like don't get me wrong, it's not bad if you want to put their full backstory in the game, but it also wouldn't hurt the overall quality of their route if you didn't (also you could save time 👀)

Anyhow, I hope ya treated yourself to some fancy food and rest or smth after completing the route 😎

Also, AYO NEW LI REVEAL?? Is the fact that he's human an invitation for me to beat his ass 👀? Jkjk but at least there's a feasible chance of me winning against him, compared to Rory lmaooo

So only the Triple Threats of Christian holidays are left to be revealed rn 👀👀 (or double trouble technically, since it's just two holidays, but you did also say that Easter are twins 🤔)

-Ren'py anon

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKK YOU DREW JAYCE???

OMG I LOVE YOU SM IM BLUSHING HEHEBUHEUHUEUHHEU

YOU HAVE MY HEART FR OMG HEHEHHEHE HE DESERVES THAT TBHHHH

PLATONICALLY KISSES AND SMOOCHES U FOR THIS LOVELY PUMPKIN JAIL SACRIFICE 🌹💋💕😘😘😍😘😍❤😁🙌

GOOD NO GRIPPERS FOR HIM. I EVEN HAD PLAYER WEAR SHOES WHEN THEY GOT NAPPED BC IM NOT ENVISIONING BARE DOGS 💀💀💀

MINI JAYCE OMGOMGOMGOMG HE LOOKS LIKE THOSE JJBA MICROORGANISMS I LOVE ITTTT

AND ITS OKAY LOL HE WEARS BAGGY JEANS BC HES TRENDY AND INSECURE

This is really funny because in one of the endings is called jack o'lantern. This is their revenge ig lmao

omae wa mou shinderu

Thank you for the silly drawings! I'm so glad I got some cute fanart already hehe

Thanks again for the congratulations! Though it's not realllly finished, I have a couple of CGs and endings sewn in! I think I wanna change a few things so it's not just blatant trauma dumping lolol + script.gui things

It's bland and cheesy asf

Yeah, I think the line up for the storyline falls into Beginning/Build Up/Climax/End. It's not like I'm writing any flashbacks of his past so 😭 ur right

LMFAOOOOO Jayce does go sicko mode pretty quick, so, him wanting a lot of sympathy and him gaslighting tf outta player does goes strong here 💀

I haven't watch the OG Michael Myers bc I have no idea which one is the actual OG soooo yeah, but I totally agree with you! The premise of it is pretty cool and is still iconic even though his motives and identity are still very vague.

That little bit with darling and yandere is SOOOO true 😭 If darling stayed really friendly with Jayce (prob out of fear) he would trauma dump but not tell them everything. He's totally is attracted and interested in player, but he's just testing the waters yk?

damn, cowabummer fr

I could just have Jayce give player a story of when he was young that fully traumatized him, buuuuuutt Jayce doesn't trust player all that much. It would make player understand why he is doing what he is doing, but I want him to be vague and just a bit cruel without any known motives other than, "I like you."

After I'm done tweaking the dialogue and putting in the appropriate images, I'll most definitely take a fat nap and binge read fics hehe

LMFAO I MEAN IF YOU'RE AN ACTIVE PERSON AND WORK OUT A BIT, YOU MIGHT OVERPOWER HIM IF YOU'RE SMART. YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WHY WHEN YOU PLAY IT. HE MIGHT BE A LONELY LOSER BUT UNFORTUNELY HE CAN FEND FOR HIMSELF 💀

HAUGHGUHUUHUHAGH THE FUCKING CHRISTAN HOLIDAY TRIPLE THREAT HELPPPPP MEEEEE

Christmas man is a bit arrogant and a broke bitch (Elliot Astros lmfao)

He be looking like black and white toothpaste rn tbh 🤷‍♀️

His design was gonna look like he was a nice guy, but I looked through my old drawing from last school year, and I saw this really hot random OC guy I drew bc I was in my Tokyo revengers, Bonten era 😜 He was realllly hot and yk what, I said fuck it and just replaced the OG design for this fine ass mf.

The twins lowkey do illegal shit, but they're nice if ur nice.

They're ginger 😁and idk their names yet BUT IT'S A WORK IN PROGRESS

#renpy anon #light novels up in here #bro #its funny tho #FUCKKKKK #THANK YOU SM FOR DRAWING HIMMMMM #JAYCE POOKIE #THIS IS WHAT U GET #BUT I STILL LOVE U #anyway #putting loser number 1 away #jayce nicholas #elloit astros

[sesamepalette]

Hi there! Hope you're having a wonderful day ^^

I'd like to ask for a Juno persona reading, please!

This is my natal chart:

And this is my Juno persona chart:

Idk why but the image quality looks kinda wonky to me after uploading it, so please let me know if it's giving you trouble as well 💀💀💀

Also, thank you for doing this reading! Have a great week ^o^

Hello! Your image appears to be fine! Thank you for sending an ask and for your lovely greeting! I hope you're having a wonderful day and have a great week too.

Disclaimer: Please note that this Juno (3) Persona Chart analysis is for entertainment purposes only. Additionally, please note that these are speculative traits only and I expect there will be differences in analyzation as a beginner in astrology. Your true long-term romantic partner may very well be different from my interpretation!

That being said, I do hope this analysis will be of interest to you in some way!

Some of the aspects looked at in this analysis:

From Natal Chart: 5th house stellium; Lib Sun in 5th house at 9 degrees, square Can Saturn in 2nd house at 12 degrees, trine Aqu Neptune in 8th house at 10 degrees; Cap Moon in 8th house at 20 degrees, trine Vir Mercury in 5th house at 24 degrees, square Lib Venus in 5th house at 22 degrees; Lib Venus trine Pis Mars in 10th house at 0 degrees opposite Vir Jupiter in 4th house at 7 degrees; Sco Juno in 6th house at 22 degrees; Lib Groom in 5th house at 5 degrees.

From Juno Chart: 12th house stellium; Sco Sun in 11th house at 22 degrees trine Can Moon in 8th house at 28 degrees, trine Pis Mars in 3rd house at 13 degrees, trine Can Saturn in 7th house at 12 degrees; Sag Mercury in 12th house at 4 degrees square Pis Mars; Sag Venus in 12th house at 15 degrees square Pis Mars; Sag Juno in 12th house at 6 degrees; Lib Groom in 10th house at 27 degrees.

This person looks to have done quite a bit of traveling and working through long hours. Their work may have something to do with connecting to others; it could be a career that is of a nurturing, educational and/or social nature. This person may be rather empathetic; someone who has kind thoughts and is kind to others, but maybe sometimes they forget to do the same towards themselves. They may have had to hold back their opinions on some matters in order to keep arguments to a minimum or they may have suppressed complaints through difficult situations. But despite their rough experiences, this person has quite a playful and witty character, however, it may not show at first glance.

For you, I think you'll be quite perceptive of their wit. It may surprise them that you're eager to get to know them or they're a bit in awe of you. It could be that they're used to keeping to themselves, or as a different interpretation, they may be used to appearing as always cheerful while masking their deeper thoughts. I think, at some point, this person may begin to understand your feelings even before you voice them either because they're quite in tune to the way you think or they've had their own experiences and have gotten quite good at reading others in general. There could be times you're used to writing off your disappointment towards certain matters, only to come back and actually feel its weight after a while. If that happens, this person could be someone that makes it a bit easier to face emotional toll on yourself while you may make it easier for this person to face others in general. This is a person who makes it very obvious that they appreciate you. Overall, you both seek to build a relationship with reliable bonds together.

I depend on your feedback to improve my analyses, therefore, please follow my guidelines on feedback and send it either as a comment or a reblog to this post or to my askbox. Take your time in sending feedback and thank you again for your interest!

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[judjira]

just an update on my next long fic while im ironing out all the details !!

it is officially a dahyun - mina - nayeon love triangle yay !!!

i went thru a lot of fuckin trouble deciding who i wanted to be in the love triangle like i knew i wanted nayeon dayeon is just *chef’s kiss* and another one of my personal favorites

so i thought ey how bout dajeong and 2yeon but i found difficulty writing dajeong?? it’s a good ship and its underrated but like idk i just had a hard time

so then i thought hey datzu and natzu !! datzu is fukin phenomenal and natzu just has a really good dynamic

but then after i finished writing the prologue my impulsive side showed and i changed it to mina

why?

uh hello??? mihyun???? m i n a y e o n ?!??!?!?!

my brain combusted and therefore voila 

daminayeon ! or namida ? or midahna ?? idfk how do people come up with poly ship names

im still writing some details, but when it comes out i hope u guys enjoy it !!!! i might consider uploading a preview here just for fun !