#now i just feel stupid that i allowed myself to be vulnerable with him

[nooooooooooooooooooooone]

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#so the guy who screwed me over a few months ago turned up to the work Christmas party with his new whoever #someone tall and blonde and skinny called Alyssa #but here's the thing the entire night i completely ignored him and instead had an awesome time singing Queen with my other colleagues #and going to different bars and shit #and suddenly the entire thing is easier to bear because it's clearer than ever to me that he's actually kind of a dick #helps having several negative accounts from others who've dated him recently #now i just feel stupid that i allowed myself to be vulnerable with him #and gave him the power to hurt me #you live and you learn #also PS i looked fucking hot at the party #which no one will ever hear me admit out loud but #it meant there was a certain satisfaction in not paying him any attention whatsoever #personal #literally nobody cares I'm sorry but i needed to rant into the void today

[littelestvic]

About the Damon Baker x Kris Gustin photo session and what it means to me as a queer artist obsessed with Joker Out

Note, this is not me trying to look smart and trying to talk about someone else's art pieces, although my dearest Daria made a small analysis on the Kris-Bojan set that I found very interesting, and it is interesting that these are a somewhat subjective views of Bojan and Kris's souls, or at least a visual representation of themselves as people. In any case, this is, if anything, an overview of what these art pieces make me feel and their significance to me.

First I must admit, as an artist, that these photos are beautiful and actually hold a lot of artistic value from my perspective. I think these should be seen as pieces of art and must be perceived in a different way than other Joker Out photos. However it is still very interesting how much these photos actually talk about the subject: these pieces are an exploration of Kris Gustin, the person portrayed, and I've honestly never have seen portraits that explore the nature of the subject in such a personal manner. Kris is displayed in a subjective, intimate way, whether how Damon sees him or how Kris himself sees himself deep down. I'm sure more elaborate and accurate explanations of Damon's art can be found online, as I actually didn't know of his work until now, but as I was able to read he focus a lot on the intimacy of the subject.

Anyways, there's a clear theme this session follows: femeninity and vulnerability. The usage of visible makeup (a first time for Kris on camera if I'm aware), the flowers, the exposed skin, the cloth (a typical femenine piece of clothing on Balkan/Slavic cultures), I think they were all choices to purposefully provide a more femenine vision of Kris. But he still allows himself to do poses similar to those I've seen him do before, there's still a hint of the Kris I know, his posing flows naturally and doesn't feel forced because this is just a natural extension of what he is, this is a natural exploration of his most femenine side, he is simply letting himself flow.

I think we all know Kris seems to be a man with a complex relationship with normative gender roles. Even as a cishet man he has this appearance and mannerisms that can be more related to a more "femenine" convention of gender and I have always wondered if he has ever struggled with this, and that if he has ever felt forced to keep the normative conventions of what a man should be. Things like asking to have his hair cut shorter after being called a girl when he was a child, or denying to be put makeup on by fans, he sometimes tried to run away from things that could be perceived as "feminine", maybe out of insecurity, maybe out of fear.

But there he is,

Glitter on his eyes,

Flower in his head,

Embracing himself.

I am a person with a complex relationship with gender roles. I was born a woman. I am short and tiny and have feminine features that simply cannot be ignored. I will forever be perceived as a woman by the people around me. I look like a girl, I have long hair because I am not allowed to have it short and I wear women's clothes. And while I don't want to be a girl, my relationship with femininity is actually very strong. I like pretty things, I like sparkles and pink, I like everything girly, I like girls. I've been told it's stupid to perceive myself as a guy since I look so girly, since I like so many girly things, and in times I don't feel I have deserved the masculine pronouns I use and my neutral name I've given myself (the ones I can only use online out of fear).

So I try to put some sense into it. I draw girly things because I like girly things. I draw men because I want to be like men. I draw men in pretty soft pinks and sparkles and sequins because that's what I am.

And I've found a safe place in Kris, with his non conforming masculinity that more often than not becomes femininity. As many other people like me, I like him because he helps me put sense to my feelings. I draw him in soft pastels and pretty clothes and delicate features because in my mind, if a man like him can be allowed to be femenine, then I can allow myself to feel the way I feel too. I can allow myself to simply not fit any binary gender convention, and I can allow myself to be myself. I like Kris because I find a part of me in himself, I relate to him and I see myself in his eyes. It is a complex relationship where I don't necessarily like him because I find him attractive, I am not actually sexually attracted to him; I see myself in him, in my own little weird way. I have distorted my own reality to make my own perception of him fit my needs. This is why I draw him the way I draw him. And perhaps that's why so many praise how I draw Kris. It is unique because it's personal. And I know he doesn't necessarily see himself this way, at least not in the degree I do. My Kris talks much more about how I see myself than how I see him. The way I draw Kris represents myself. My Kris is myself.

So when I saw him in this session, with the glimpse and the passion and the attitude I draw him like, it felt special.

"He looks like my art" I told myself. "He's seen himself the way I see him."

This is Kris,

This is my Kris,

This is me.

So I'm very thankful for Kris trying to open himself, and embracing this vulnerable side of him I purposefully push into the narrative of my art. He called these "therapy sessions", so I can't help but wonder if these have been helpful to him, if he has found something about him, if he has learnt to accept himself the way he is. He has helped me cope with complicated subjects of my life, and I cling to him to keep with life. He is my special little obsession that keeps me alive. So I can't help but sometimes wonder if he's happy, If he's loved, if he's content with himself.

And I think this exploration of himself will be very helpful to his soul. I am very proud of him, I am hopeful for his future, and I wish him the best.

I love you, my muse, and thank you for allowing yourself to see you with my own eyes.

#joker out #joker out fanart #kris gustin

[spidey-x-male-reader]

HOBIE WITH A FTM READER FEELING DYSPHORIC. (plsplshearmeout

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x trans male!reader

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: gender dysphoria

A/N: The Gender dysphoria is only very briefly actually described but I feel like mentioning that it's purely based on my experience and might not be the same for everyone

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

"Love? Are you in here?" Hobie knocked gently on your bedroom door before slowly opening it. The room was dimly lit, and you could barely be seen under the layers of blankets that engulfed you. You curled up tighter, seeking solace in the warmth and darkness.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Hobie's voice carried a mix of amusement and concern. He approached the bed and sat down on the edge, his eyes fixed on your huddled form. He respected your desire for silence, but he couldn't bear to leave you alone in such a state.

You mumbled from beneath the blanket, "Don't wanna talk about it."

Hobie let out a soft hum and waited patiently. He knew that sometimes you just needed silence. After a while, you rolled onto your back, allowing yourself to look at him again.

"How about now?" he asked, his eyes filled with gentle understanding.

"I don't know..." You gave a small shrug. "It's just... it just sounds stupid."

"Nothing you say sounds stupid, love." Hobie reached out, lightly rubbing your shoulder. "You know I've never judged you for anything."

"Yeah, I know." You sighed, a hint of frustration tingeing your voice. "I just... hate how I am. I hate how I look. Every time I see myself in the mirror, it's like my own skin doesn't belong to me. It sounds so silly, but I can't help it." A quiet sob escaped you, and you instinctively hugged yourself, seeking comfort in your own embrace.

"Oh, Darling..." Hobie's voice grew softer, an unwavering tenderness in his tone. It was the way he always spoke to you, devoid of any kind of judgement. That was why you loved him. "Is it alright if I hug you?"

You studied his expression for a few fleeting moments before nodding slowly.

Without hesitation, Hobie laid down beside you, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. He held you close to his chest, creating a safe space within his arms.

"You're beautiful, you know?" His whisper tickled your ear, carrying a sincerity that made your heart flutter. "No matter how you look. And I will always love you, okay? You're perfect."

"Hobie..." Your voice wavered with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

"No. I don't want to hear it, love." Hobie's words flowed softly, punctuated by gentle kisses on the side of your head. "You're perfect just the way you are, in my eyes. You'll be alright. And by the way, I happen to know that my boyfriend is absolutely handsome and perfect and I’m so lucky to have him." He chuckled, a soothing sound that warmed your soul. "I love you so much."

#male reader #spiderman reader #hobie brown #spiderman #marvel #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown headcanon #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman headcanon #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse x male reader #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse imagine #across the spiderverse headcanon #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x reader #pride #gay

[nattysstargirl]

Alone, again.

Mafia!Wanda Maximoff X Reader angst

Brief Mafia!Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Short blurb

Age gap (undisclosed)

I thought the way Pietro treated me was bad, but it was nothing compared to what his sister has done. From him I expect nothing less than selfishness and disloyalty, but her? No. It has been a week since we slept together for the second time and I awoke in her room alone again. I was disappointed and wished that she would have woken me to say goodbye, but I didn’t for a second doubt that we would talk later in the day.

The rose-tinted glasses I have worn since I was old enough to think Wanda Maximoff was a mixture of superhero and goddess, have left me vulnerable to the fact that she is as capable as her brother of using and discarding women. At least Pietro never pretended to be anything different. He told me explicitly that he didn’t love me right before we had sex.

Wanda sucked me in. She gave me a taste of what I have craved for so long. I felt safe with her, protected. My eyes roll every time I think of the warmth I felt when she called me baby or my darlin’. How naive and stupid was I that I thought that meant she cared at all for me? Wherever she has been sleeping this week, she has probably been whispering the same sweet words into another woman’s ear.

My cheeks redden with the humiliation I can’t shake. The feeling that I am pathetic. All I am worth is a political marriage. My mother can’t see me past her self-obsession and my father, he sees me as a pawn in his miniature game of thrones. My half-brother fucking kidnapped me, for goodness sake. The fact remains that the only person who I have ever truly felt loved by is Bucky and he has been lying to me too.

He spends more time with Sam than he does with me now anyway and I feel our special bond slipping away. I’m glad I have Natasha, but our friendship is still new. We bond over work dramas, the gym members who hit on us, and all the normal bullshit. We hang out, but she doesn’t know all the inner workings of my complicated life. The past week I have been a zombie.

I don’t want to speak with anyone. I have stayed at the Maximoff house because being near my parents would only make me more miserable, but I haven’t seen Wanda. I snuck into her room the first night in the wee hours of the morning and she wasn’t there. Her bed was still as I had made it that morning. The second day I text her.

Y/N: Hey? Is everything ok?

But I didn't get a response. That was when I knew that she was avoiding me. There was no alarm in the rest of the family that she was missing or out of touch. It was just me she avoided. Bucky tried to comfort me. He called his cousin all sorts of names and was on my side. But he kept pushing me back towards Pietro. His solution to my heartbreak was for me to throw myself into my sham marriage.

“You’re only saying that because it’s what the Famiglia wants!” I screamed at him. “When did you stop giving a shit about me!”

The guilt on his face told me I was right. He was working toward an agenda, not caring about his oldest friend. Interestingly, Piet has been nice this week. His cheerfulness has been a reprieve from all the angst. He took me out for brunch on the third day and although it was nice, his hand on my lower back as we walked through the cafe felt wrong. He is the only one who seems to get how shit it is to have your life at total mercy to what the Famiglia dictates.

We have bonded over our mutual hatred of the control being exerted over us. Now, it’s six nights since I last saw Wanda and I’ve sent several texts which have all received no response. Miserable, I sneak into her room again. I can’t sleep and pathetically, I think maybe if she still isn’t there, I could just sleep in her bed.

Maybe her scent on her pillows will help me drift off. I pad barefoot down the hallway wearing one of Bucky’s massive t-shirts and slip into Wanda’s room. I pause, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark room before tip-toeing toward the bed. A dark form lies entangled in the blankets. She is home. She’s here and she didn’t reply to a single text or check I am ok. I want to throw things at her sleeping body. Wake her up with my hurt screams.

But instead, I walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers. I crawl over to her and turn around so my back is to her. I rest my head gently on the bicep of her outstretched arm and she instinctively pulls me in close, curling her body around mine. I loathe how good it feels. My eyes fill with tears and my heart with self-hatred.

“Y/N,” Wanda groans, sleepy and exasperated, a few moments later.

“I hate you,” I reply, my voice thick as I battle the tears threatening to fall.

She is silent for a moment and then sighs. “I know, baby. I hate myself too. Go to sleep.”

And I do. In her arms, I slip into the easiest sleep I have had all week. I know that the morning will bring with it more heartache. She will push me away again. But for now, I feel safe and exactly where I’m meant to be. I wake up before Wanda. She is still wrapped around me, and every fiber of my being cries out for me to burrow deeper into her arms and go back to sleep. Thankfully, I have a tiny bit of self-preservation left, and instead, I gently peel her off me and creep back to my own bed. Sliding into the cold sheets feels like salt in the wounds of the past week, but I do it because I can’t bear the thought of waking alone in her bed again.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader angst

[thewanderersminuet]

Dear lover this is the last time

Rating: T

Relationship:Toxigriffe/Marigriffe

Tags: Paris Special, reverse crush, light angst, rated T for cursing

Summary:

Try as she might, Marinette hasn't been able to get Griffe Noire out of her head. That's why it's such a shock when he turns up on her balcony.

I wrote the first work in this series in a daze of inspiration and had originally planned to just leave it at that. A lot of people wanted more, and when I saw that day 1 of @marinettemarch was Shadybug I realized I had to write this as a follow up. (Even if she's not Toxinelle through most of this.) This is a sequel, while I would reccomend reading the first work in this series, if you haven't the main takeaway is that Toxigriffe got their own umbrella moment and now Marinette is down bad.

Thank you so much to @ladyofthenoodle for looking this over for me. The title is from the same song as the first work.

[Previous work]

[Read on AO3]

The noise of spray paint filled Toxinelle's ears. Another boring day of looking for leads to the hole Hesperia crawled into. Another boring day of coming up empty handed. Toxinelle found it hard to complain however; she was too busy being transfixed on Griffe's goofy grin as he spray painted a cat on the wall. 

She was only a split second too late to look away when he turned back to her. 

“Admiring the view?” He waggled his eyebrows at her and struck an exaggerated pose. 

Her heart beat hard in her chest. This time it wasn't her embarrassingly huge crush, but fear. She had to remind herself that the feeling of bugs crawling up and down her arms was just in her head.

Deny, deny deny. 

“I was just thinking about how stupid you looked with paint on your face.” Somehow her voice managed to come out even despite her panic. 

His face twisted comically into shock. He pulled out his baton to use as a mirror to see his face. The paint was on the cheek that had been faced away from her, she didn't see it until he turned to her. She hoped he didn't notice. 

He grinned as he placed his hand at his chin and examined himself. It was so goofy and Toxinelle wanted to scream when she realized she found it cute. 

“I don't know,” He said, putting his baton away and shooting her a shit-eating grin. “I think I look awfully char-meow-ing myself. Maybe you're just projecting, Cockroach.” 

“Whatever.” She wrapped her arms protectively around herself and turned away from him. 

It was fine. She'd been called worse. Besides, she'd been the one to start the insults. 

Still, she couldn't help but wish he wouldn't take to their back and forth with such glee. 

She let out a frustrated sigh and pulled her yo-yo out. 

“Leaving so soon?” He said. 

She couldn't decide if she wanted to punch that grin off his face or kiss it. 

“Sorry, watching you paint cats that look like they need to be put down is not exactly my idea of fun.” She turned her burning face away from him before he could accuse her of being the liar that she was.

“Suit yourself.” He said. 

The sound of spray paint filled her ears once more. Somehow, that hurt more than any of his insults. 

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Marinette dropped from her skylight and onto her bed. As soon as she dropped her transformation she buried her face in her pillow. She couldn't bear to see the pity she knew would be in Tikki's eyes. The supreme had told her that the kwami was nothing more than a means to an end. An object to allow her to transform. Despite this, sometimes Marinette swore she could see Tikki looking at her with genuine care.

She hated it .

It made her feel too raw, too vulnerable. It was too close to everything she really wanted. The fact that Tikki, by all rights, should hate her only made it worse.

Marinette rolled over onto her side and wrapped her arms around herself protectively. Her thoughts drifted to Griffe Noire and that day they’d eaten snacks under his umbrella.

The Supreme had made it clear, although they were to work together, only one of them would be spared once the missing Miraculous were retrieved. Griffe had no reason to show her the kindness he did that day.

...but that stupid cat did, and now she couldn't get him out of her head.

It drove her crazy. It was stupid that she was secretly excited to drop everything to fight one of Hesperia's champions just because it meant she would get to see him. It was annoying that she could hear his stupid jokes playing in her head when he wasn't around. She hated the hours she wasted fantasizing about another life, with hamsters, cats, and a boy who's name she didn't know.

Marinette clutched a pillow to her chest. It hurt. It hurt that she would never know what he was like outside of the mask. What his normal life was like. That her fantasy would only ever be a fantasy. Even without their Miraculous slowly killing them, she knew Griffe would never see her that way.

There were some days that she caught glimpses of the Griffe she saw in that alley. On patrols where everything would melt away and they could just laugh and enjoy each others company. She would eat up every crumb as if it was the only thing keeping her from starving.

...but most days weren't like that. Most days they argued and bickered. Most days she couldn't help but pick at her stitches.

Griffe was an easy target. Especially when he gave it right back.

A small weight settled on her arm. Marinette turned to find Tikki, her blue eyes wide and filled with exactly what she didn't want to see. Her eyes burned.

She was not going to cry.

Marinette sat up, pointedly avoiding Tikki's gaze.

Air. Air would be good.

Climbing onto her balcony, Marinette felt nothing but relief when she felt the cool night air hit her face. She leaned against the railing and let out a sigh.

Only to be interrupted by the sound of a flower pot falling over and shattering.

“Fuck.”

Marinette recognized that voice long before she whipped around to see who her intruder was. Griffe was frozen next to her murdered pothos.

“Please don't freak out.” Griffe lifted his hands placatingly.

Marinette didn't say anything. She had no idea how to react in this situation. Maybe she should have acted scared to protect her identity, but she was stuck between being pissed at him for breaking her plants, and being giddy at the sight of him on /her/ balcony.

Instead, she crossed her arms and stared back at him.

“Wow.” Griffe said breathlessly. “Most people freak out when they see us.”

“I'm not most people.” Marinette said flatly.

“You're not are you?” Griffe had a look on his face that Marinette had never seen before.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Marinette desperately tried to keep her voice even despite her nerves.

Griffe perked up and instantly started looking around for something at his feet. Upon finding what he was looking for, he bent to grab it before presenting it to her.

A single red rose.

...That was slightly crushed. The stem was slightly bent and a petal fell off as they both stared at it.

“Uh... sorry about that-” He scratched the back of his neck.

“What's this?” Marinette could barely hear her own words over the way her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.

“It's for you!” A goofy grin spread across his face until he seemed to catch himself. He coughed and straightened up before holding the rose out to her again.

Briefly, Marinette wondered if she was dreaming. It made no sense for Griffe to be bringing Marinette a flower. He didn't even know her. She hesitantly reached out to take it. As if everything might dissolve away the second she made contact.

To her surprise, the world stayed intact as she brought the rose up to her face to sniff it. With nothing else to do with it, she tucked the stem behind her ear. Looking back at Griffe, she was surprised to see a soft smile splitting across his features.

“You don't even know me.” She whispered.

“Well..” Griffe rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you're too cool to be afraid of The Griffe Noire. I think that's enough to merit a flower, don't you?”

“I wouldn't know.” Marinette wrapped her arms around herself and avoided his gaze. Silence fell between them. It seemed even Griffe was left with nothing to say for once. 

“Hey, uh…” Griffe spoke up. “How do you feel about ice cream?” 

“Ice cream?” Marinette swung her head back towards him. 

“Yeah, we could go get some. My treat.” Griffe grinned and held a hand out for her. “I bet you've never traveled by stick before.” 

Marinette eyed the baton on his back warily. He was right, and she wondered how strange it would feel to travel his way for once. 

She turned her attention to his outstretched hand. Part of her screamed to run back inside. Pretend this never happened. He had no reason to be inviting her out, what if it was a trap? Or some elaborate prank? 

Her eyes drifted back up to meet his own. As soon as they did he averted his gaze and Marinette swore she could see a tinge of pink stain his cheeks. 

It was too hard to say no.

A smile spread across her face as she took his hand. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she watched his face mirror her own. He pulled her closer and wrapped one arm around her waist. Every point where their bodies made contact felt like it was on fire, and Marinette never wanted it to stop.

“Hold on tight.” He whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

She was right. It was a completely different feeling to travel over the city in Griffe's arms then via yo-yo. For a moment, she wondered if things had been different if this would be more common. Griffe helping her when there was nothing for her yo-yo to grab onto. Her swooping in to grab Griffe and pull him out of danger at the last moment. 

Griffe sat her on his lap and extended his baton high above the city. From here she could see the city lights stretching for what seemed like forever. She took a moment to drink it all in. Despite having seen such sights as Toxinelle before, she was certain she'd never get used to it. 

Marinette turned back to Griffe, but whatever she had planned to say died in her throat when she noticed him looking at her. His eyes widened comically. Her own cheeks burned and she quickly looked back down to the streets below them. 

“Ice cream?” She squeaked out. 

“O-of course. Uh…” She more felt then saw his head swiveling around, looking for his destination.  “There!” 

He tightened his grip on her and took off fast enough to make her head spin. When they eventually landed, Griffe gently let her down. Marinette quickly realized where they were when she saw the ice cream cart. 

“Andre?” Marinette turned to look at Griffe in surprise. This wasn't just any ice cream. 

Griffe jumped and averted his gaze. He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Shall we?” He gave her a nervous smile and once again, Marinette was struck by seeing this side of him. 

She took his hand and lead the way. He squeezed her hand as she pulled them to the end of the line. For a moment, everything was strangely normal. Just another couple in line for sweethearts ice cream. 

Until the couple in front of them looked back. 

They screamed. Soon everyone else in line was screaming and running. Griffe and Marinette looked at each other and shrugged. 

“Looks like they're letting us go first.” Griffe flashed her a grin.

“How kind of them.” Marinette couldn't help but return his grin. 

Andre was rushing to try to pack up his own cart. Marinette found it absurd that he could be that scared of Griffe and still take his time to try and save his cart. 

“Hey! Where are you going?” Griffe put a hand on the cart to keep him from fleeing. “All we want is some ice cream.” 

“B-b-b-b-b-b-but- My ice cream is for-” Andre glanced at Marinette and she found herself wondering what he thought was going on. “-for lovers!” 

“And? What's the problem?” Griffe asked. 

Andre didn't answer. He just looked between them as if that'd tell him what to do. 

Marinette caught a familiar grin spreading across Griffe's face. She crossed her arms and took a step back. 

Griffe called on his cataclysm and hovered it over the cart. 

“One ice cream cone and nothing has to be broken tonight.” 

A few minutes later and they were walking down the bank of the Seine, looking for a private place to stop and eat. Griffe carried their cone in one hand. It was raspberry and mint. Marinette was pretty sure the raspberry had to be for her, but the mint confused her. Sure, Griffe had green hair, but it was a lot darker then the color of mint. She wondered if he was just as confused about where the red came from. 

“Have you ever had this ice cream before?” He asked. 

“No.” 

“I'm surprised.” He said. “You seem like the kind of girl to have everyone clamoring to buy her ice cream.” 

Marinette scoffed. What kind of impression did he have of her? “Not really, no.” 

Another uncomfortable silence fell between them. Marinette pretended the billboards were suddenly very interesting. 

At least a Gabriel ad caught her eye. 

She let out a groan. Of course it had Adrien Agreste on it. Did they even have any other models? 

Griffe stopped and followed her line of sight. Once he caught sight of what she was groaning at he froze. 

“Wh-what's the problem?” 

“It’s-” Marinette hesitated, unsure if she wanted to get into it. “It’s the model in that ad.” 

“Not a fan?” Griffe's tail lashed behind him. 

“It's a long story.” 

“I have time.” 

Marinette looked at him, but he refused to meet her gaze, instead focusing on the ice cream. She sighed. 

“Chloé Bourgeois was in the bakery the other day. She had a friend with her.” She gestured over her shoulder to the billboard. “She was bragging about being friends with super famous, super handsome model Adrien Agreste. They were being rude to our other customers so I had to kick them out.” 

Griffe quickly turned to look at her. “Both of them?” 

Marinette blinked, unsure where he was going with this. 

“I mean, they were together.” 

“But—” Griffe tapped his foot. “What makes you so sure he was acting like that too?”

“I—” She was thoroughly confused now. It's not like Griffe had been there. Why did he care anyway? “Yeah, sure. I guess technically Chloe was the only one causing problems but… he's her friend. I have no reason to believe he's any different.”

Griffe went silent again. He wouldn't even look at her. Marinette started to wonder if she did something wrong, but she couldn't figure out what. 

Maybe coming out was a mistake. 

“I— I should go.” She started to step away, only for him to reach out and grab her wrist. 

“Wait. don't go— uh…” He frowned and suddenly it hit her. 

“You don't know my name do you?” She asked. 

“I-” He let go of her and used that hand to rub the back of his neck. “You never gave it to me.” 

“How many times have you had sweethearts’ ice cream before?” She wrapped her arms around herself and looked away. 

Maybe she wasn't being very fair. But it hurt. It hurt to know that he would bring a stranger out to get ice cream with him, but never Toxinelle. 

“N-never!” He said quickly. “Maybe we should start over!” He struck a goofy pose. “My name is Griffe Noire! What's yours?” 

She considered telling him. Telling him and pretending this conversation never happened. Pretend he actually cared about her. 

Instead, she shook her head. 

“Goodbye, Kitty.” 

She shoved her hands in her pockets and took off. Leaving him alone with their untouched ice cream. 

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #toxigriffe #toxinelle #griffe noire

[demonichikikomori]

Ahhhhhh, such a stressful time for a school full of guys. I did a spin the wheel for 6 different students!

Let's see how they do during:

No Nut November: Round 1

All students are written +18

+Round 2 +Round 3 +Round 4 +Bonus Round

Deuce Spade

Lasts 6/30 days.

So, Deuce tried. He tried hard.

Knowing he wasn’t allowed to made things 10x harder than usual, he was scared to even brush fingers with you.

He made it right before the week was ready to officially there, but then you started texting him, saying how lonely you were and how hard this challenge was

Laying alone in his dorm room, filled with frustration that you guys were participating in some dumb challenge you didn’t have to do. He couldn’t help himself after that

He was thrusting into his fist crying out into his pillow. And after that?

He called you.

“So uh… Sorry in advance but… Can I come over?”

Ace Trappola

Lasts 5/30 days

Ace is all bark and no bite.

He says how easy it would be to do the challenge and how he’s won multiple years in a row. But was that all cheap talk?

Day two came and he was already feeling drained and annoyed.

Day three he was even worse.

Up until the night of day five Ace tried bargaining with himself, almost experiencing the stages of grief all at once. He wanted to finish the month strong, he really did. But thinking of you made things harder.

He didn’t plan to tell you he failed, that was until you asked him how he was holding up, and he sheepishly tells you the truth.

“It wasn’t that easy alright? I was vulnerable! All by myself in with nothing to keep myself occupied! It’s not my fault!”

Azul Ashengrotto

Lasts 15/30 days

Azul thought the challenge was stupid. The concept in general was just bizarre. Why should he sacrifice his health for some challenge no one would actually win.

You explain it’s about discipline and he becomes frustrated with you. Are you saying he’s some wild beast who can’t keep his urges in check?! He is very disciplined!

He does this to prove a point out of spite. And it backfires on him. Badly.

He wasn’t prepared for the actual endurance test this would be.

Exams, running the lounge, attending Dorm Leader meetings, making deals, cleaning up after Floyd, checking in on you, and maybe even more stress piled on his plate.

You’ve never seen him looking so dazed before when he asked you to come into his office when the Lounge closed. He had lost his jacket somewhere and was pulling at his tie, his glasses on the verge of slipping off his face.

“Please, understand where I’m coming from… Don’t you find this whole challenge… Idiotic? You agree don’t you?”

He has a list of reasons prepared as to why you should throw in the towel, I mean, you guys have the office after hours with no interruptions. And you both put in your best efforts. You can try again next year.

Idia Shroud

Doesn’t Participate

Pathetic. I’ve seen rabbits with more self-control.

He’s sobbing to you over the phone asking you not to participate. Literally. You’d think he’d be the most enthusiastic, but he claims it’s a ‘Normie Holiday for People who Don’t Get Bitches’

And Idia Shroud is not bitchless or a Normie

The month just proceeds like normal for you both. But he does seem shyer than usual about coming to Ramshackle late at night.

“Don’t think I’m not doing the stupid challenge because it’s hard! Cause it’s not! I could beat it if I wanted to! But… I’m just worried about you! It’s not easy for someone like you!”

Rook Hunt

Lasts 29/30 days

Oh, if he was asked to participate by his Trickster, then he shall do his best!

He’s leaving you with touches grazing your arms and hands when passing you in the halls within the first few days. A silent encouragement that if he’s playing, you should be as well

Rook keeps a healthy distance after a week, knowing that if he isn’t careful he might do something that would cause himself to fail… And the sudden distance made you feel like you now had a leash around Rook’s neck. Just to tease and pull at. All for sadistic pleasure.

You started sneaking him pictures of your bare body, apologizing if it was distracting, but it seems like the challenge might be too easy for him! You couldn’t make this too easy.

In the second week, he’s showing up to classes with his hair disheveled and he looks… Rough. You bump up the pictures, no responses to your texts but you know he sees them. The third week and he’s snapping at people, even Vil was taken aback by his agitated attitude. You would pass by him, seeing how hungry he looked for you, but again, he kept a healthy distance.

The day before the month ended, you were letting up on the pictures, thinking of ways to make it up to Rook as you laid in bed. That was until you saw your window slide open, and a familiar face pop through.

Rook looked pissed. He was sweating and he looked like he was going to string you up like fresh prey he caught.

You kinda liked it.

“I wanted to finish the month in one piece my Trickster. But, you were playing unfairly. I’ll be collecting an apology from you now and until the dawn of December first.”

You wouldn’t make him play again next year, or any year after that.

Malleus Draconia

Completes the 30 days

Malleus does not have the brain power to conjure up the idea of a boobie. You think he understands that this is supposed to be a difficult test?

That man is eons old, he doesn’t need to concern himself with carnal desires.

“What? No Nut November? I see, well, I suppose I am not partial to nuts anyways. I will go the month without consuming any.”

He doesn’t feel lusty unless it’s a fae mating season, and that’s no where near the month of November.

He comes to you, expecting a prize for completing the challenge. What kind of nut shall you be giving him dear Child of Man?

#no nut november #nnn twisted wonderland #smut headcanons #malleus draconia #rook hunt #ace trappola #deuce spade #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto

[cherryrainn]

hello my friend!

first I just wanted to say i love your stuff, especially that whole multi-chapter fanfiction you wrote for the Once-Ler, you are an incredible writer! Sent me through every human emotion possible.

Here’s my ask, a gn! reader x Onceler (how do you spell his name 💀)

I was hoping it could just be some wholesome cuddles and lovey stuff, i’m a sap for soft stuff, possibly with some insecurity comfort? i’ve been struggling to like my personality and appearance for a long while, so that’d be wonderful!

Take your time, remember to take breaks, and don’t worry if you can’t do this ask, it’s no problem at all!

Much love! 💕

thank you for your kind words! writing that angst was so much fun, and i'm glad you enjoyed it. thank you for the ask, hope all is well <3

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— comfort's embrace

onceler x reader

the day had been a rollercoaster of emotions for you, wrestling with your insecurities and feeling weighed down by self-doubt. you sought solace in the comforting presence of onceler.

cuddled up on the couch together, his arm wrapped protectively around you, you snuggled into his side, finding comfort in his warmth. his fingers gently traced soothing patterns on your back, offering a comforting touch.

"i can tell something's been bothering you," he said gently, concern evident in his voice. "you know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"

you forced a smile, looking away. "oh, it's nothing, really. just some silly thoughts i've been having. nothing worth bothering you about."

onceler's grip tightened, pulling you a little closer. "hey now, don't downplay your feelings. i care about you, and your happiness is important to me. you don't have to face it alone."

a moment of silence passed, and the weight of your insecurities began to press harder. you sighed, finally giving in to the truth. "okay, maybe... maybe i've been struggling with my self-image a bit lately. i can't help but compare myself to others and feel like i fall short."

onceler's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently tilt your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. "i get it. i get how tough that can be," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "and you're not alone in feeling that way. sometimes, i've got my own little battles with stuff like that."

you looked at him, surprise evident in your eyes. "you?"

a wistful smile crossed his lips. "growing up, my mom had a way of making me question myself. she'd tell me all the stuff i liked doing wasn't manly, and that my dreams are stupid."

you listened intently, feeling a sense of understanding wash over you. "that must have been really difficult."

onceler nodded, his gaze distant. "it was. but, i still love my mom. she might not always understand me or support everything i do, but she's still my mom, and i know she wants what's best for me in her own way." (yeah right)

his voice filled with empathy. "but let me tell you something: you're so incredibly special to me, just as you are."

you looked at him, a mix of vulnerability and hope in your eyes. "but what if I'm not enough? what if there's someone better out there?"

onceler shook his head, a determined look in his eyes. "no, don't say that. you're more than enough. you bring so much joy, warmth, and love into my life. there's no one else i would rather be with than you."

a tear welled up in your eye, and he gently wiped it away with his thumb. "i know it's hard to believe in yourself sometimes, but promise me that you'll try to see your worth and beauty. because i believe in you, and i'll always be here to remind you of how incredible you are."

you took a deep breath, allowing his words to sink in. "okay, i'll try," you whispered, feeling a glimmer of hope flicker within.

onceler leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. "that's all i ask. and remember, i'm here to support you every step of the way. we'll work through these insecurities together."

and you rested against him, surrounded by his love and understanding.

#onceler #y/n #reader insert #x reader #the lorax #onceler x reader #fluff #the onceler #silly guy #comfort #insecurities #ask #request

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn II: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 900

request: Could you do a Part 2 of the Every Rose Has It’s Thorn?

It had been rough since you and Eddie went on a break after the whole Jade situation, and you noticed that she hadn't been around much lately. Robin and Steve had both done a great job of trying to keep your mind off of things whether it was allowing you to hang at the store with them while they worked or inviting you to come to do things with them just so you weren't home alone to think things over. The downfall of the break so far was that you didn't have anyone to turn to when things were rough at home with your mom's boyfriend, and not having a place to go to. God did you miss Eddie.

Eddie hadn't been doing well since the break either and every time he made eye contact with you, he was reminded of how much he hurt you. He missed picking you up for school, holding your hand, having you sit beside him at lunch and listen to his rants passionately, and he really missed you during Hellfire when he would look over and you would smile at him. Eddie sighed as he headed to your guy's spot so he could smoke and write you another letter that he probably wouldn't give you when he saw you asleep at the table with your head on your sketchbook.

"Sweetheart..." He said gently shaking you making you groan.

You sat up and looked around at your surroundings realizing that you fell asleep while working on your journal meanwhile, Eddie was looking at you concerned that you were sleeping in such a vulnerable place where something could happen to you.

"Sorry I must have been had been a lot more tired than I thought." You said yawning as Eddie took a seat next to you on the bench.

"Do you realize how dangerous it is, for you to fall asleep out here? What if it hadn't been me that woke you up." He asked you.

"I didn't mean to! Ever since we went on that stupid break I have had to suffer through my mom's boyfriend all by myself because the one person I thought was supposed to be there for me wasn't. I needed you Eddie and I couldn't bring myself to go see you because I kept thinking about how you hurt me." You said full-on crying now.

Eddie pulled you into his arms struggling not to cry himself as he could see how much he hurt you and hated himself every day for doing that. After a few minutes of him running his hands through your hair and rubbing your back, your breathing went back to normal.

"I know you don't believe me but I never meant to hurt you sweetheart and I hate myself every day for hurting you. You mean the world to me and I wasn't planning on ever showing these but I had been writing you letters apologizing to you and basically saying how much you mean to me." He said.

"You wrote me letters?" You asked looking at him.

"Yeah I did, turns out I'm better at writing my thoughts than saying them. If you want I can show them to you so you can read them." He said.

"Only if your comfortable Eds, I don't want you to feel pressured to show me I would understand if you didn't ever show me." You said.

"You're the only person I feel comfortable showing them to." He said as you two walked back to his van and headed back to his trailer.

You took a seat on the couch while he went to his room, a few seconds later he returned with a photo box and set it in front of you and noticed there were only three in there so far.

"Sorry it was the only box I had available so I wouldn't lose them. I'll be in my room so you can read them in peace." He said as you nodded your head at him.

Eddie was a nervous wreck, to say the least, while you sat up in the living room reading the letters he had written so far. He was beginning to think that maybe it was a mistake showing you those letters when he heard your feet coming towards his room.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He asked looking at you holding the letters in your hand.

"Do you mean it?" You asked him.

"Every word." He said walking over towards where you were standing.

"This is your second chance don't screw it up." You said as he placed his lips on you making you drop the letters that were in your hands.

"Trust me I don't plan on it. That was the most miserable week of my life. I love you, sweetheart." He said leaning his head on yours.

"I love you too bubs." You said.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[servicepen]

Krang one x Reader headcanons

I only ever found one krang x reader in my lifetime, which is honestly kinda disappointing. If no one else is gonna write some krang x reader, I guess I’ll have to do it myself. So here are my headcanons for this alien warlord.

-affection is kind of foreign to krang one since Krangs are a tough and violent species, so he’s not used to physical contact that doesn’t involve violence or pain. So when he experiences touch that is soft and caring it causes him to become flustered. At first he doesn’t know how to feel about it but over time he grew to like and crave being given affection. Congratulations, you caused an alien warlord to become touch starved and he hates it :D -the place on his side where his frills are located are sensitive, so he doesn’t really like being touched there, but he does allow you to since he trusts you. If you scratch/pet that spot gently he will melt and become a purring mess. He will only let you do this in private. -When he learns more about affection he will start showing you affection, such as compliments, hugging, nuzzling and sometimes even kissing(though he’s a bit awkward with it but he’s trying.) -he loves being praised and complimented, especially when it’s from you, it boosts his ego and he will even show off his skills just to impress you. -he is not very good at comforting but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He doesn’t like you being hurt or upset. He will talk to you and listen to why you’re upset. If it was a person that made you like this, he’ll offer to kill them for you, which you tell him not to. Other than that, He will probably hug and hold you close to comfort you. -He won’t admit it but he likes cuddling with you. He likes holding you close to him in a way that’s almost possessive. Sometimes he doesn’t realize how tight he’s holding you until you tell him -He finds horror movies entertaining and likes watching them with you. He doesn’t get scared watching them and often likes to criticize and makes fun of them. I can see him liking movies like ‘Alien’ and ‘alien vs predator’. He will find it amusing if you get scared watching them and will tease you about it, though he secretly loves it when you cling to him while watching them. -you cannot tell me that krang one doesn’t have some trauma from his time in the prison dimension. The prison dimension messed him up more than he would like to admit. He has night terrors/nightmares once in awhile about the prison dimension. You’ve woken up to him shouting awake, tears brimming in his eyes, talking in his sleep and sometimes accidentally hurt you out of reflexes. When he comes to his senses and realizes that he hurt you he’ll apologize and help heal you. -He probably won’t talk about his nightmares/night terrors no matter how close you are to him. You seeing him in a vulnerable state was embarrassing enough but actually talking about it? It just felt… humiliating. He feels that his fears are stupid and embarrassing and that talking about it would be humiliating. He doesn’t want to be pitied, especially by you, it felt wrong to him. The best thing you can do to comfort him is to stay with him for the night, your presence is comforting to him. -Being in the prison dimension also made him experience how horrifying being truly alone is. He’s afraid of being truly alone and losing the ones he loves and cares about, which causes him to be protective and kinda possessive of you. You’re probably going to have to reassure him and probably talk to him about boundaries.

-he won’t hesitate to fight and/or kill to protect you. You are one of the few loved ones he has left in his life and mean more to him than anything else in this world, and if that means having to sacrifice himself or even wiping out an entire planet to keep you safe, then so be it.

These are all my headcanons for now. I’ll probably do more and even write some oneshots.

#rottmnt krang #rottmnt kraang #krang x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #krang #rise krang #Rottmnt krang x reader #krang one #rottmnt movie #Kraang x reader

[sc0tters]

New Year Memories ☆ Teammates in Action

summary: after a disappointing performance in the final group game, Gabe checks up on Jamie

authors note: this was a blurb because someone asked for some cute gabe and jamie content but then this got to over 1k and that aint a blurb no more.

Jamie had been hit in their final group stage game. It was sore as she was pushed against the board at full speed and after the refs swore there was nothing the other player could do as they were already at full speed by the time Jamie was close to the board making it virtually impossible to slow down.

It frustrated her how the coaches agreed it was best to have her sit for the rest of the game as it seemed that she was being targeted by the other team more than her teammates. Thankfully for her she didn’t have any injuries and was going to be ready for the QF game. But still that didn’t make her feel any better about what had happened.

Nobody was surprised when she got back to the hotel and just straight to her room. It was a normal thing to do when she wasn’t happy with her performance as she would shut everyone out. But this time Gabe wasn’t having it “I’ll be back.” He announced as he made his way over to the elevator “you want us to be here with an ice pack for when she kicks your ass out?” Jamie never listened to anyone when she got in this mood so all of the guys from BC knew to leave her alone.

Gabe flipped the boys off as he pressed the number for the floor the team was on. He practically sped to her and he couldn’t help but laugh as he could hear the soft sounds of the Lion King playing “J!” Gabe knocked on her door as he was itching to see her.

There was silence for a few moments until the door opened “if you’re here to yell at me you can fuck off.” Jamie warned as she opened the door letting him see her “wanted to check on you.” He shook his head as he made his way into her room “you know I know you’re lying.” Gabe mumbled grabbing her hands so that he could finally force her to look at him.

It took her a moment but she couldn’t help it as she sniffled “why was I punished for them being rough?” Jamie sniffled as the guys usually handled themselves really well when they got hit “coaches just care about you.” Gabe had to admit that he was also struggling to keep his cool as Jamie went down every few minutes as the hits only got harder “I handle it myself!” At this point tears were rolling down her cheeks as she felt like an idiot for caring.

Gabe didn’t know what made him do it but he wrapped his arms around her not giving her a second more to think as he hugged her. Jamie at first frozen because she hadn’t been like this before with Gabe like ever. But as his hand rubbed her back she did loosen her poster as she grew more comfortable with him “you shouldn’t have to handle it alone.” Now as she grew calmer Gabe knew he could talk to her.

Jamie looked up at him as she smiled “this is stupid.” She admitted as she shook her head “no it wasn’t.” He sat on her bed as he motioned her to join him “what can I do for you?” Gabe didn’t know if it was the fact that he knew Gavin wasn’t with her or what but he was glad that he was the one with her.

The girl chewed at the inside of her cheek “want to finish the movie with me?” Gabe was quiet as he smiled not being used to seeing her in a vulnerable state like this “just figured it could be nice to have some company.” Jamie rambled as her cheeks turned red making him laugh “c’mere.” Gabe shifted up her bed making her follow his lead.

Gabe patted his chest as he allowed her to lay there as her laptop sat on his lower torso “didn’t know you could be nice Perreault.” Jamie teased as she rested her head on his chest making him scoff.

He poked her rib cage making Jamie squeal as she squirmed against him “shush the movie is on.” His words made her laugh as she nodded going quiet as she listened to him.

Hours had passed and Gabe didn’t realise that he had fallen asleep when it was dark outside. His phone vibrated against his pocket making him groan. It was Lillian’s contact that illuminated his screen “where is my best friend?” Lillian was unimpressed as Jamie hadn’t responded to any of her texts “Cutter said you were with her so don’t try to lie to me.” She warned not giving Gabe the chance to lie.

It made him soft laugh as he saw Jamie nuzzle her head against his chest “she is just sleeping.” Gabe explained as he looked down to where Jamie was “well wake her up!” Ava was heard from behind her as the new year was minutes away and the girls were downstairs with their boyfriends ready for the fireworks show.

Gabe nodded as he sighed “I’ll bring her down in a second.” He nodded trying to slide out of her grip as he hung up “J?” His voice was soft as he brushed her hair out of her face “no.” Jamie complained as she was fast asleep and was comfortable against him “the girls want you downstairs for the fireworks.” Gabe forgot how much Jamie truly hated being woken up, which was why it was his favourite thing to do when she was sleeping on the bus.

Gabe groaned as he couldn’t stop “please?” He continued hitting her shoulder until she finally woke up “what?” Jamie pouted as she sent him a glare still not impressed “the girls want to celebrate the new year with you.” Gabe explained as he watched her yawn “wait I’ve got to get ready for it.” Jamie grumbled as she got up.

He knew he was in a losing battle when she ran into the bathroom trying to fix her hair. Out of the five minutes that she had available to her, Jamie used four of them “hurry up J!” Gabe complained as he opened the door to her balcony realising that the countdown had begun “I’m here.” Jamie’s eyes lit up as she saw the lights below them as she smiled seeing the group “we won’t make it down there in time.” The boy pointed out as he was planning on just watching the countdown but as they got to “one.” Jamie tilted his head towards her as she smiled “Happy New Year Gabe.” Her voice was soft as she kissed him.

For the first time in their lives that kiss was soft and delicate as though they were struggling to not get enough of each other "Happy New Year to you too Jaime." Gabe dragged his thumb over her chin as he smiled pecking her lips once more as neither one of them realised just how much time had gone by "you better not have killed her Gabe I want my friend back!" Ava's groan came from the door making the duo pull away.

Gabe frowned as he looked at Jamie "back to hating me?" He asked as they had the agreement that none of their friends were allowed to learn about this "maybe I'll be nice this year and go easy on ya."

#gabe x jamie #perreault x teammate au! #the bc girls take on sweden!

[u-n-lucky-being]

𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰

Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

INFJ x ENTP

Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, betrayal, threats of torture, threats of murder, mentions of murder, threats of rape (nothing explicit, I promise), mentions of violence, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, this was supposed to be a oneshot but I think it will end up having at least three parts :’) hurt no comfort (comfort in the next parts), I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: INFJ had been stupid enough to trust the wrong person, and now was paying the consequences. Not only was her life at risk, but also the entire cause she had been fighting for. All because she allowed herself to be fooled by someone’s lies… but, perhaps there had been some truth in them. For ENTP everything had gone according to his and ENTJ’s plan, except for the fact that he now regretted everything. Willing to right his wrongs, he decides to start a new, riskier plan.

(Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢)

(Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)

A/N: Ok, so this started as: “Oh, people suggests using the MBTI cognitive functions to built a more realistic character” went into “Haha some people has turned the MBTI stereotypes into characters; how cute”, then “And they ship them? I mean, weird ig, but ok…”, to “;-; why am I getting invested in these ships?” and somehow ended up here :D (Seriously after the biggest writer block of my life my brain decided to pull an allnighter to plan out and write THIS?) Just wanted to clarify that this is based on the MBTI stereotypes and tailored for the role I assigned them in this story, so please don’t feel offended if you happen to have the same MBTI as any of them but would never act like them. The same thing about shipping- I’m just shipping the stereotyped-characters. With all of that said… I have NO idea how I ended up with this angsty mess but… hope someone out there will like it I guess. English is not my first language so I apologize if anything sounds funny. Feel free to leave any feedback, as it is very appreciated.

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There she was. Vulnerable, defeated, humilliated, but above everything else: hurt.

As she laid in the cold floor forced to kneel to the king, she realized that she really did not care about the bruises on her body, nor the ones on her ego- but the ones on her heart seemed hard to ignore.

ENTJ laughed softly as he rosed from his throne, slowly approaching her “Are you sure that this one is the one who has been causing us so much trouble? She doesn’t really looks like it.”

To INFJ the voice that replied sounded as cold as the floor under her. “She is the one. I made sure to confirm it myself.” said ENTP; though she refused to raise her head to see him, she could hear the familiar smirk on his face.

Stupid. She had been so stupid. She had been the perfect spy because she was able to enter into any fortress while being a fortress herself; she gained anyone’s trust easily, but she trusted no one.

Except that she let him in. She trusted him.

For what? He played her at her own game and now…

Whatever had happened to her or would happen to her did not matter, not really, but the future of those who had depended upon her was at risk because she failed.

She would not fail them twice.

“How many days do you think it would get to break her?” asked ENTJ while she heard his steps getting closer “Two? Three days on the torture chamber?” ENTJ’s feet suddenly appeared in her eyesight and she lifted her head to look at him in the eye. Defiant. She felt pathetic, weak and dumb but as hell she would show it to him.

He laughed again, “Oh, she’s fierce nonetheless.” Taking her chin forcefully with his hand to look better at her face, he added “and pretty too. I could even think of different ways to make her scream other than torture.”

She swallowed hard and turned slightly paler at that last part; his grin widened “What is it, love? Are you more scared of the promise of pleasure than that of pain?” he chuckled letting go of her chin only to place his hand with more force on her neck “Perhaps we might actually consider a different form of interrogation for this one.”

INFJ felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She would rather death. She would rather the most painful torture than what this man infront of her was implying.

A sharp metal sound suddenly broke the silence, and though she could not move her head to see what had happened the voice ENTP quickly followed said sound.

“Pardon me. So unusual of me to be this clumsy.”

ENTJ eyes swiftly moved from her face towards the place where she knew ENTP stood. After what seemed to be a silent conversation between the two, the first one scoffed “Yeah; unusual” and let go of her neck, finally allowing her to breathe again. He had not been using enough force to block her airways, but pure terror had stopped her from breathing at all.

After the man returned to his throne, he looked at the girl on the ground once again. Despite of the slip of fear she had just had, she took once more the mask of cold defiance she had initially borne. ENTJ smiled almost sarcastically at that.

“We will attempt our usual route of interrogation first. If that doesn’t work… I might have to get creative.” this time she didn’t let it show how those words shook her to the core “Take her to the cells.”

And after that simple order two pair of hands that she had known to be behind her forced her to her feet and took her out of the room. As they did she cast one glance at the person who had put her on this position.

He looked back at her. Those eyes she had loved were now the most horrific sight she could find in this whole castle. She had truly believed that he loved her back, that he understood her as much as she had known him, that she had finally found someone to rely on. But now, she knew that he had lied, that she had not known him at all, and that she betrayed herself as much as he betrayed her by daring to let her guard down.

Her heart still ached, but it wasn’t because of his betrayal. It was because the person she had known, had loved, had given her trust to, was but a fantasy. This man that was looking at her, she did not know. She definetely didn’t love him, and now was wise enough to know better than to trust anyone. This man had handed her to her death, and perhaps worse things than death, as if she was nothing to him; but at least she could say that this stranger was nothing to her as well.

Once his face had been gone from her sight she repeated those last words as many times as she needed until every part of her body, mind and soul believed them.

That stranger was nothing to her.

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He was not used to the intoxicating sensation of fear.

He had felt fear in his life and for his life, of course, it was a common thing to have under the commands of people like general ENTJ. But for him, those were rare instances; as if he had always been too brave or too stupid, and had somehow become almost inmune to it.

Almost.

“So, are you gonna explain yourself or do you want me to guess what was that back there?”

They were in ENTJ’s chamber. The royal chamber. Five years ago they had seized power from the last king (may he rest in pieces) as general ENTJ had convinced himself that he had not been fit for the throne and that what the nation needed was a stronger and ambitious leader who actually dared to be the change this nation needed. Many believed him to be right, ENTP being one of them. The financial situation from before was enough to move sufficient men and women towards their cause, which ultimately lead to their success.

But of course, there were those who were against this. Their motivations of various kinds. Many of them guided merely by the fact that this new political climate did not benefit them; very few others talked about justice and laws and actually meant it. Whether caused by the first or second group, the whispers that called ENTJ a tyrant began spreading soon enough. Nonetheless, it didn’t really matter, as it had been easy to keep them all under control, one way or another. At least, until a group of rebels began causing them trouble two years ago.

And that’s where ENTP’s and INFJ’s stories intertwined.

ENTP made sure to act as he usually did. Carefree, witty, slightly smug. And that was his exact expression when he answered to his commander and king “What? About my slippery hands?”

“As if I was stupid enough to fall for your bullshit.” Despite ENTJ’s calm expression he could tell he was not calm at all. “You dropped the same knife I gave you after slitting the old king’s throat. Tell me, honestly, could you really consider such thing as an accident?- Should I be worrying that one of my trusted circle is threatening me?” despite his tone remaining neutral, ENTP could hear the warning behind it, telling him to be careful of what he was about to say next.

ENTP chuckled softly and threw himself over one of the chairs of the room. Relaxed. He needed to be relaxed. “Fine. I admit it. I dropped the knife on purpose. Though it being that especific knife, was not.”

Now it was ENTJ’s turn to chuckle. Whether he believed that last part or not was out of ENTP’s knowledge. “So, I was right.” he uttered “Tell me, did you felt jealous of me touching your little pet?”

His expression remained as carefree as always, but ENTP could feel the ice slowly expanding through his chest. “You got me wrong, my friend.” He spat “It was not about who you were touching or who you were threatening. It was about what you were threatening her with.” ENTP sat a little straighter and allowed some of the ice within him to come out as he said “We are not the type to do such things. Have you forgotten? Or maybe power already started to mess with that head of yours?” Though a smile remained carefully placed in his face, there was nothing warm or friendly about it “Perhaps you are starting to believe those who call you a tyrant.”

“Perhaps you are forgetting who we are dealing with.” the King replied back as coolly. ENTJ turned his back to ENTP and began examining the papers that laid over his desk, “That girl has been informing about every move, every decision, every plan, that we have made for the last years. She is the reason we have been dealing with so many issues. She is the reason that pathetic group of insurgents became an actual threat to us. She is the reason we have been unable to move forwards with our plans of expansion. And she might be the cause of our downfall if we are not careful now.” His voice slowly grew more bitter as he spoke. “In case you also forgot, we might not be tyrants but we aren’t fond of playing by the rules; are we?” he asked rhetorically turning to face him once more, “Even when their little insurgence is not half as capable as they believe it to be, we still need the support of our neighbor nations if we want to keep our own afloat; at least, till we are strong enough. They might have not turn against us after we took the power, but if they realize that we are not as fond of following their dear proceedures and codes as they are, they might. If proof of some of our moves gets leaked, we are done. We cannot let that happen before we are ready.” He declared vigorously.

ENTP did not overlooked how ENTJ insisted on talking in plural. The message was clear: if ENTJ could be considered a tyrant, so could he. And if ENTJ would go down, so would him. “But you already got the girl locked up.” he pointed, attempting to return to his more casual attitude “She won’t be an issue any longer. There’s nothing to fear. So I still don’t understand the reasoning behind your threats.”

The commander actually laughed at that, though there was not any trace of joy found in it. “You, my friend, can be very smart. But sometimes you are just as stupid.” He proceeded to explain, “First, and the most obvious reason, is that she still holds valuable information. Information that not even you could get out of her. Names, hiding spots, plans, perhaps there might even be another rat between us; she will know all of that.”

“So your justification of becoming worse than an animal will be to get information out of her.” ENTP retorted; the same ice from before threatening to come out once more.

ENTJ almost laughed again, “You fool. It is not about what we actually do to someone. Is about what they fear we might do.” he smiled almost simpathetically to him “Don’t trouble your mind, I won’t lay a finger on her. But, I need her to fear I might if she refuses to cooperate during the interrogations.”

Whatever kind of relief the first part of that sentence might have given ENTP was quickly extinguished by the last. He knew what interrogations in this castle were. Even before they took power, their nation had always been known for the severety of its treatment towards those who dared to act out of line. That’s something that the revolution took advantage of when they first raised: they were the first group in decades that dared to publicly go against the crown despite of the possible consequences; in the eyes of the people they were brave and determined, and in the eyes of their enemies they were indomitable and impredictable. Once they had become the ones in power, ENTJ decided to use such reputation in his favor, so he continued with the tradition.

There were lines they won’t cross, of course, like what he had just been complaining about to ENTJ; but that didn’t mean that the route towards those lines was not a painful, bloody one.

And his imagination had already started to turn against him by imagining INFJ in each one of the probable scenarios he knew would happen. The same fear he had constantly been in since she had officially become a prisioner, slicing him inside out. Not even the times he had feared for his very own life could compare.

But, relaxed. He needed to appeared relaxed.

“Very well then, its good to know that my friend is still a man and not a beast.” He forced himself to appear curious rather than terrified “But what is the other reason?”

ENTJ smiled slightly more earnestly at him than he had been doing during their whole conversation “I need her to make an example out of her- and just killing her won’t be enough. Like I said in the throne room, I need her to break.” The commander approached a little chess set he had placed on a small table, and took one of its pieces in his hand. “She is the first important player we’ve caught from the insurgent group. You yourself know firsthand how much they relied on her. Even the leaders. If we just kill her, they will make her a martyr; that would be like adding fuel to a fire. But,” slowly he placed the piece back in its place “if we show them that we can turn one of their stronger players into a mere shell, ready to crack under any pressure,” he grinned and looked ENTP directly in the eyes “we will finally begin to crush that rebellion to death. If we manage to display her publicly in absolute despair, that same despair with spread across the other rebels and begin to kill their cause inside out. After that, we can kill her.”

'Make an example out her' he had said, but by that he had meant to make a show out of her misery.

Fear. He was still not used to this sensation and he hated it. Just like he had started hating the man infront of him with every particle of his body. Just like he had hated himself since he brought this upon her.

ENTP knew that he was no innocent; he had done as much if not more of the pulling of the strings behind the curtains during their rise to power. And ENTJ was right; they had not exactly been too ‘correct’ in their ways. But, he had always believed that the ends would justify the means. That what they have done wrong could be righted by the good that it would cause eventually. Nevertheless, time passed and ENTJ and the rest of his followers had just become more cold, more bold, more vengeful- at first justifying themselves saying that it was necessary measures to ensure respect, then blaming the insurgeance and the need to end it for their merciless acts.

And the worst part was… there were still no results. The economy remained in shambles, crime rates kept going up, the people was still miserable, and now more than ever fear ruled over everything. But either delusion or actual curruption kept them settled in their ways, while still predicating the same speech that had first convinced people to put their trust upon them.

He had remained blind to it all during most of it- or well, perhaps not blind but unwilling to see the truth. Unwilling to see what power was turning their cause into, a cause that he was sure had began with good intentions. He lied and convinced himself that eventually things would turn right.

But after getting to know someone from the other side- someone who taught him that fighting fire with fire would never not lead to just more smoke and ashes, and that the only way to right a wrong was to make it right to begin with… He could now see.

Yet, it had been too late at the moment to keep it all from coming to this. And he feared that if he took a misstep right now it might become to late to keep INFJ from encountering the fate ENTJ had just described for her.

After staring at ENTP for a few seconds ENTJ added “But… it seems I’ve misjudged how possessive you’ve become over the girl.”

Sometimes it surprised ENTP how easily his insides could go from iced bitterness to scorching rage. It also surprised him how good he could be at feigning indifference. He scoffed “As if. I already told you I don’t have any particular interest on her. She was fun to toy with, nothing else. She’s yours to do as you please.”

ENTJ continued staring him down, as if trying to get the truth out of him. But, after a while he simply nodded and said “Very well then. That’s good to hear, because I figured that she might be more compliant if you are in the room during tomorrow’s interrogation.”

His heart sunk in his chest, but he did his best to remain on his role “I doubt that’ll work. If anything her hate for me might make her harder to work with.”

The king sneered “Oh, does that means she is fond of me?”

ENTP replied “Her hate towards you is… general, my dear commander. As if she hates you, but not you, but rather the idea of you. But me,” he smiled smugly despite how those same words he was about to say cutted deeply through him “I am a personal issue.”

ENTJ turned to his desk once again, “Maybe you are right; but I’m actually relying on those strong feelings for you. Whether that’s love or hate or both, strong emotions always make someone easier to manipulate.” He moved his face only enough to look at his subordinate directly in the eyes as he said “You will be there tomorrow.” It was an order, not a suggestion, so ENTP knew better than to argue against it.

“Fine, we’ll see if your plan works tomorrow.” And with that he rose from his chair and turned to the door.

The only thing ENTJ said before ENTP could leave the room was “They always do.”

It was already nightfall when he finally found the opportunity to go into the cells without being noticed.

Since he had left his commander’s chambers he could barely think of anything besides the girl that was trapped inside those walls. He needed to come; to warn her of what would take place tomorrow, and what could come afterwards.

But also, because he needed to see her.

He saw her laying down on the floor; perhaps asleep, perhaps unconcious. Ice ran through his veins at the prospect of the second. He rushed to take out the keys he had stolen from the guards and went inside. The sound of the cell’s door opening immediately made her jump- so asleep it was then.

ENTP could tell that she recognized him as quickly as she saw him. She became almost unnaturally still, her eyes becoming stone cold, just as they had done the only time she had deigned to look at him in the throne room. He hated that look; he could have dealt with the expected looks of hatred, of anger, of betrayal, anything that indicated what she thought of him. Anything that could be taken as the residue of what she once felt for him.

But that look- it killed him. It was as if nothing had ever been there.

Though he admitted to himself that it would have been better for her if it had been that way.

He looked away from her eyes and dared to look at the rest of her. She lied on the floor, reclined against the same wall she was shackled to. Same clothes he had saw her wearing just yesterday's night, right before it all went to hell. But now they were torned, dirty- and bloodied. If he had to guess, she could barely keep herself up. Bruises covered her from head to toe. Despite that he had not been who caused them himself directly, he knew he was responsible for every one of them.

She had fight all the way into her capture. She only stopped fighting when she saw him standing side by side with the king, a fake grin on his face as the words left his mouth “Your Highness, I present to you: the spy”.

It pained him beyond anything he could express to see her like this. He was the first to move, advancing towards her to try to examine her wounds. But, of course, he should have thought better than to act without saying anything before, as she tensed and tried to move away from him before he could reach her.

For her, he was no longer someone she could trust. He was the enemy.

“I won’t hurt you” was the first words that he could think to say, raising his palms up as if that could somehow prove his words to be truthful.

She laughed bitterly “You expect me to believe you?”

Fair. It was fair from her, but right now there was no time to explain or argue with her. “No, but right now I just want to help, alright? Please let me-”

“Fuck off!” she yelled moving as far as she could “Help! Anyone hel-”

He launched himself towards her, pressing her against the wall as gently as he could while his hand covering her mouth to keep her from alerting the guards of his presence. If anyone realized he was here, all of their hopes would be lost.

INFJ began trembling, her eyes panicked while she struggled to push him away.

His heart sank in his chest. She was terrified of him. And she had every right to be. What used to be a playful act, a flirty situation, a moment of closeness, now could only be considered a threatening situation for her in every aspect.

ENTP backed away slightly, giving her as much space as he could without risking her to cause a scene.

“I won’t hurt you. I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but please listen. Just once.”

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Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢

Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

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[sebcosmothetransguy]

Partner Appreciation Post Pt. 1

even though my last post was about not being able to find inspo, i have suddenly found some (from such an obvious source as well). 

my partner. @slugbuglover (he/it)

i want to thank my boyfriend for coming into my life. i want to thank it for teaching me how to say things in a kind, appreciative way, before i knew how to express those feelings in those ways. i want to thank him for keeping me more self-aware than i’ve ever been in my entire life. i want to thank him for showing me how to be kinder to myself, how some things are not my fault, and that i deserve better sometimes. i want to thank it for showing me how to not be so self-critical, how to stop picking apart every little imperfection or mistake i make. i want to thank it for showing me that it takes time to learn, that some things CANNOT be learned the first try, and that’s okay. i want to thank him for showing me how to self-assess when i’m feeling feelings, and validate feelings for myself AND others, because i didn’t know how to before it came along. i want to thank him for giving me a safe, loving, preciously made place that i can crumble in, that i can set boundaries in, that i can be happy in. i want to thank him for letting me ramble to it for ages about anything i want - especially for things that i have learned are annoying to talk about, even though they’re important to me - and never making me feel like an “idiot” or like a “nerd” or like i’m “childish.” i want to thank it for showing me what boundaries look like, that it is okay to have them, and that i deserved to be able to build them and have them met in the past. i want to thank him for teaching me how to be patient with myself and others, how to be kind and less judgmental - it’s helped me communicate with so many people better and more healthily, including with it too, and it’s saved me from situations that could’ve gone terribly wrong and for the worse if i did not have those skills it taught me. i want to thank it for showing me it is okay to struggle with so many things and that it is okay to need help/breaks, that i am not lazy nor a failure for needing those things, that i am not stupid nor not enough for requiring more time with things. i want to thank him for showing me how to recover from multiple things - i would not be on a recovery journey if it weren’t for it. i want to thank it for being kind and gentle to me before i was completely whole, before i had all the skills he taught me, before when i was toxic because of my struggles. i want to thank him for sticking around, for loving me anyways, for loving me harder day by day, for caring so much, through all the days that i’ve shrunk in on myself, through all the days that i’ve returned to my mind to hide from my struggles, through all the days i’ve (wanted to) self-sabotaged, self-isolated, self-destruct, through all the days that i’m more insecure and have a harder time being nice because of it, through all the days that i’ve been miserable and quiet and sad, through all the days that i’ve been angry or hurt or scared - thank you for loving me on those days that i struggled through and still struggle through. i want to thank it for making me into the person i am now - i’m so much better than i was, not just mentally and emotionally, but also just as a person; because it has made me into someone capable of loving him enough and in the right way, in the way that it deserves. i want to thank him for showing me that it is okay to love, that it is safe to love, to become close and vulnerable with someone, and that it is possible to not get hurt in the end. i want to thank it for being patient with me right after i got out of a traumatic place, for being gentle with me, for calming my terrified mind, and for showing me that i’m allowed to feel certain ways. i want to thank him for showing me that it’s okay and safe and alright for me to be myself, and that no one should stop me from doing so simply by them existing. i want to thank him for accepting me and loving me just the same while i explore myself, while i find out new parts of myself, while i shift and morph right beside it. i want to thank it for showing me that it’s normal to have limits and that there’s nothing wrong with me for having them.

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[evereinefaust]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎

"Do you really need to meet him? I would rather you not."

[Y/n] whipped her head around, meeting the cold and narrowed gaze of the one and only student council president. His sky-blue hues, although firm, contained an emotion that the female was all too familiar with — concern. Reiichi appeared to be indifferent towards the other students, his cold exterior making him unapproachable yet endearing to some, thus, gaining popularity as the cold-hearted student council president.

Yet, when with her, showed a side of himself that others wouldn't be lucky to witness. In her presence, those descriptions of his facade were nonexistent.

"Why?" she tilted her head innocently, blinking at him in question.

The blonde just sighed. "Just ignore Yudasei's request. It'll be a waste of time."

[Y/n] couldn't help but chuckle, her lips curling up at the corners. "You're so cold, Rei-kun~"

Reiichi's expression tightened, a mixture of concern and frustration playing across his features. The blonde let out an annoyed huff, a crease evident in between his eyebrows. "Why do you even comply with their stupid request to meet up and listen to their monotonous confessions only to reject them?"

The vice president thought for a while, pondering over his words. Reiichi watched as a slight crease emerged in between her brows, her lower lips puckering slightly forward, her [e/c] hues swimming with contemplation and seriousness. If it were any other day, the blonde would smile to himself and call her cute, making her flustered. But, unfortunately, this isn't one of those days.

"You know how I am, Rei-kun. I don't want to be a scumbag and ignore those boys. Even though I don't reciprocate whatever feelings they have for me, properly rejecting them face to face is my sincere way of converting my answer to them," she started, her soft and mellow voice echoing throughout the room. She glanced at the blonde, a somber expression present on her visage. "Those boys, no matter who they are, deserve to be treated equally and with respect. They needed a proper response rather than being ignored by someone."

Despite fully understanding what she meant behind those words, the blonde president still refused to acknowledge it. After all, nothing good comes from interacting with those kinds of people.

"I swear that you'll get in trouble with your personality," he groaned, face-palming.

[Y/n] simply chuckled. "You should've known what you're getting yourself into when you allowed me to join the council. This is what you're stuck with~"

Bam!

"Wha—?! Hey!"

Out of the blue, Reiichi had moved in on the girl and slammed his hand on the wall behind her, trapping her in between him and the wall. Her [e/c] hues were wide in initial shock at the occurrence, her heart also skipping a beat and racing afterward. After a moment, she regained her composure and glared hard at the male, her intensity matching his hard, cold expression.

As she was about to open her mouth to scold him, however, the blonde council president beat her to it.

"Promise me..." he started, voice soft as his cold visage began melting away. "...That you're going to be careful when meeting him."

[Y/n]'s irritation softened as she stared into Reiichi's eyes, now devoid of their usual coldness. His concern was palpable, even though he tried to mask it behind his stern facade. Her lips curved into a warm smile, her [e/c] eyes softening in response to his genuine worry.

"Rei-kun," she said gently, her voice carrying a reassuring tone. "I appreciate your concern, but you know I can handle myself. I have the pepper spray with me all the time and I know a bit of self-defense as well.."

The tension between them seemed to ease as Reiichi's grip on the wall relaxed. He looked down, his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead as his shoulders slumped, almost as if he was releasing a heavy burden.

"I know you're strong and capable, [Y/n]," he admitted, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him to show. "But it still worries me. I can't help it."

[Y/n] reached up and gently placed her hand on his cheek, her touch warm against his skin. "I know, Rei-kun. And I appreciate your concern more than you know. But you have to trust me too. I won't let anything happen that I can't handle."

Reiichi's sky-blue eyes met hers, and for a moment, they seemed to communicate without the need for words. He let out a sigh, his tense shoulders relaxing further under her touch. "Fine, but promise me that if things ever get uncomfortable or if you feel unsafe, you'll call me immediately."

[Y/n] nodded with a soft smile. "I promise."

"Good," he exhaled, a gentle smile instantly sporting his lips. His large hand tenderly patted her [h/c] locks, slow and filled with affection. "Your safety is important as well. I only wanted to make sure you're unharmed."

"Geez... I swear you and the others are so overprotective of me," she playfully rolled her eyes. Nonetheless, the girl savored that intimacy and closed her eyes, cheeks tinted pink with a small smile gracing her lips.

He leaned in slightly, his forehead gently resting against hers. "You're too stubborn for your own good."

She chuckled softly. "And you're too protective for yours."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of Reiichi's lips. He straightened up, giving her a mock glare. "Don't get used to seeing that side of me."

[Y/n] laughed, the sound light and melodious. "Oh, I won't, Mr. Ice Cold Council President~"

He rolled his eyes playfully, but there was a warmth in his gaze that hadn't been there before. "Just... be careful, okay? I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

"I will," she assured him, her voice soft but resolute.

With a final nod, Reiichi stepped back, allowing [Y/n] to move away from the wall. The atmosphere between them had shifted, their connection deepening as they faced the challenges ahead together. They both knew that their roles as student council president and vice president were important, but what was even more precious was the bond they had forged beyond those titles.

As [Y/n] turned to leave the room, Reiichi's voice stopped her. "And [Y/n]?"

She turned back to him, her gaze curious.

A hint of a smile played on his lips. "If you ever need any help, you know where to find me."

Her heart swelled with warmth, and she nodded, her smile matching his. "I'll keep that in mind."

With that, [Y/n] left the room, her steps light and confident. Reiichi watched her go, his concern still lingering but tempered by a newfound trust in her abilities. And yet, deep inside Reiichi's heart, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something might go wrong with tomorrow's meeting. Like the calm of the storm, an uneasiness settled over him, tugging at the corners of his mind despite his best efforts to dismiss it.

"I hope she won't get roped into another undesirable situation," he murmured to himself, sighing afterward.

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #reader insert #x reader #one shot #fluff #drabble #female reader #yandere simulator #yansim #1980s mode #rose epineuse #reiichi tanaami

[stedebonnit]

Been thinking a lot recently about a post I saw that talked about how Stede has never really been vulnerable around Ed and has spent most of his time ensuring that those around him feel safe and comfortable. Its not like he's afraid to cry. Stede, always gentle, always radiant, doesn't seem like someone hiding his vulnerability, but when you think about each moment he shares with Ed - Ed is open and vulnerable with Stede (in a way he isn't with anyone else). Stede on the other hand never truly shares his feelings with Ed. At least not those darker ones that haunt him. Those about his family, about his childhood, about his self-doubt & self-hatred. I'm thinking about how that post mentioned that, in the end, what led Stede to leave was the fact that his own trauma and insecurity was so powerful and unaddressed that it led him to run. And now I'm thinking about how the most vulnerable Stede ever was with Ed (consciously, because he was vulnerable in his fever dream state) was when he looks to Ed for reassurance on the beach when he says "all I have are stupid ideas"

And how Ed, not very adept at reading the more subtle social cues, assumes this is just Stede being hyperbolic and casually says "shut up" in response. Because the truth is, he has no reason at this point to think that Stede truly thinks of himself that way, because up until now he's seen the kind, caring, and often outwardly overconfident mask that Stede wears around others.

And when he's told to shut up, Stede does. He's used to being shut down, not allowed to show vulnerability, and while this is far from being the dismissive, even mocking rejection that he's used to, he still takes this as a sign that he shouldn't talk about what's going on in his head, and following that he allows Ed to take the lead on the conversation, allows him to guide where they go next - asks Ed questions about himself.

In an extremely subtle, very timid way, this scene is Stede gently reaching out to Ed for support. Asking ever so quietly for comfort. Ed, understandably, doesn't see this. Again, why would he? He has no reason to believe that this is what's going on in Stedes head. And so he moves past it. And Stede, instead of clarifying that this was an invitation, shrinks back - hides away his vulnerability again - and allows this to be a conversation about what Ed wants. Its not like he doesn't want it to be about Ed, either. Thats why he draws back so quickly. The moment he senses some sort of need in Ed he jumps on it, ready to protect again. It doesn't even really feel like a rejection. He does get comfort from the conversation they have. He feels comforted by Ed's presence, the warmth of their plans, the love in that moment. Why would he risk losing that to be vulnerable?

And so he pulls that mask back on.

But it makes me wonder what it would look like, either in that moment, or in another moment in season 2, for Stede to truly be vulnerable for Ed. To extend that invitation and for Ed to see it for what it is - to see that this is Stede saying "let me bear myself out for you. I won't do it without your permission, but if you'll let me, I'd love to be honest with you."

And I want to see Ed reach back. To take that invitation and say "I want to see you. You don't have to ask, but because you did I need you to know you have my permission to be open. To be vulnerable. To be weak. To be you"

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #stede meta #ed x stede #gentlebeard #sorry this is a lot lol #i just think about that moment a lot #because as a therapist (in training) those are always signs i look out for #people are great at putting on masks #but almost no one will say 'id like to be vulnerable' #instead they extend an invitation #a self depricating joke - a lighthearted story with underlining trauma #an offhanded comment about self worth #and these things are so often missed because theyre MEANT to be subtle #but when i first heard it my inner therapist was SCREAMING for ed to say 'what makes you day that' #and to see the invitation missed was painful #and itworked in the scene #again i wouldnt trade the content of that scene #and i dknt think ed was bad or wrong not to notice (most people dont!!) #but GOD did it stick out to me as a moment where stede was BEGGING to be seen

[nerves-nebula]

Sorry bout this thing but I kinda wanted to tell my thoughts about your stuff. Im kind of hoping this will get drowned in your inbox honestly, since this is just a really long unsolicited rant of mine.

Sometimes when i scroll through your account and I encounter csa, incest and mentions of suicide in your posts I get uncomfortable but then I remember that one phrase that goes something like "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted" and I just feel kinda bad bout myself.

When I was a kid my nannys bf forced me to kiss him in the lips whenever we met. I was 6. It was uncomfortable. I never did tell my nanny about it. My parents are both police people and my mother had long explained the concept of rape and how unconsensual touch is bad and you shouldnt allow that but something prevented me from telling anyone what was happening. I dont know why. I know they would immiedietly jail that guy if they did but somehow it felt like no one would believe me. I never told them until now, then when I was what, 6-8 years old? I cant even remember. Yeah somewhere around that, he molested me when my nanny was few feet away and asleep and for the next 4 years of my life i felt dirty. Desecrated. Stupid. I couldnt even look down at my naked body when i shower back then, but somehow I managed to trudge on living by trying to forget the fact it happened. Its been 8 years since Ive last seen him. Ive told anyone who I knew who doesnt care enough to be friends with me but cared enough to listen about it but my Parents are none the wiser and i plan on keeping it that way.

Also. Im a year away from being legal now. Ive thought about killing myself or just generally not wanting to exist anymore many times since then, cuz lifes equipped with motolov cocktails of "get fucked dumbass" and i somehow managed to get a coupon for at least a million of them.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

Coming back to the phrase i mentioned earlier, it feels weird whenever i feel something similar to the feeling of being triggered while looking at csa being depicted. By definition, i would be considered a victim, and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont. I see your art and it guts me. It guts me and the fact that it does also guts me, because what does that mean? I am supposed to be the comforted? Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of as a child and spent night after might thinking how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equiped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children? So i do I correspond more with those who are defined as comforted then, was i not disturbed after all? Was i victimizing myself all along? Am I a bad person for thinking i was? No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

And then it repeats.

I still go through your blog because well, i love tmnt, i love your artstyle, i love the way you tell stories, I love how you dont sugar coat csa, incest and other darker topics like body horror, erotism and sadism, i hate how much it haunts me, i love the fact i can relate, i hate how much you hurt them, i love the fact that you dont hold back, i love how you show the ugly sides of healing, i love how you depict how much people can change and struggle. Its comforting to me. Its discomforting to me. I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

And i like it. I like it somehow, like taking a nice smoke break when you have mild asthma, but like, better. Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

But yeah. Tldr. Sorry for the trauma dump and your art makes me feel complicated. Its neat 👍

lot to reply to here! also, unfortunately for you, i check my inbox obsessively and dont get nearly as many asks as you seem to believe i do.

so firstly, no snappy saying is meant to encompass all of human experience, and you certainly shouldn't judge yourself for not fitting into it. easier said than done, i know, but still. i'm gonna try to address some things here, not gonna touch on all of it, but just know that i appreciate you sitting down to write me this.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

it made me smile, but i laughed at this, because it's a very sweet look into you writing this. puts into perspective how, even though this is public, it was written TO me. like a letter in victorian times or something. that's sweet, i like that.

and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont.

you're making a lot of assumptions here that are kind of wild in that "this thought process was clearly designed by your mind to upset you specifically" sort of way. I mean, would you say this to literally anyone else when they feel uncomfortable or triggered about viewing media that relates to their trauma? There's really no telling what a survivor will feel comforted by and you aren't Doing It Wrong by having a different reaction.

there's a reason i tag it as "csa tw" and that's so people can AVOID it as well as search it up.

how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equipped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children?

i know you recognize at the end of the thought process that this is not true, but i feel the need to reiterate: there is no such thing as being less vulnerable than other children through your own actions. you can try to equip kids with knowledge that might protect them, but that doesn't make them any less vulnerable.

my dad told me about rape and molestation all the time, but he never accounted for the kinds of scenarios i was actually the most likely to fall victim to, partly because i don't think he actually knew much about childhood sexual abuse, and partly because he was more obsessed with the idea of me being kidnapped and raped/murdered than he was about forms of sexual abuse he'd consider more "mild"

No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

i can't answer that one, unfortunately. personally, i like to feel gutted, it's cathartic to me. might be something like that to you, based on how you go on to describe it, but you might also be doing some kinda self harm.

I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

saaaaame. i triggered myself into a breakdown in class once cuz i'd been reading fucked fanfiction before class and i got SAD lol.

Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

we are shaking hands over this.

anywho, no need to apologize! i am glad, if nothing else, to provide you with a strange and upsetting experience that is not entirely bad.

I really do adore hearing how my stuff makes people feel. it's like, a solid one third of the reason i do this. i still make stuff that doesn't exist to be shown off but WOW showing shit off and getting a response feels FANTASTIC. like, i'm in your head now!! you have been CHANGED by my ART. it's maybe the best part of being alive.

#nnstuff #ask #csa tw #asks are sweethearts

[youngbloodlisk]

angsty, short, minor physical violence (a slap across the face), male bias insert

basically just the scenario i imagined as i was falling asleep last night.

He kisses me.

He kisses me hard, with deep intent and passion. It's not just him trying to prove his stupid point. It's him wanting to kiss me.

I kiss back, almost unbeknownst to myself. As if it wasn't a conscious me falling victim to his charm. Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself afterwards.

The kiss lasts for about 10 seconds. I pull away fast, semi-gasping in the process, and instantly slapping him across the face.

He's silent as I walk away, but he soon follows me into the other room.

He finds me just standing there, facing the wall and breathing deeply. He stands next to me, remaining silent for a moment. We both just stare at the wall. No eye contact...

"You can't just keep pretending. What's so bad about wanting to be with me?"

I don't say anything.

"What's the problem with me, huh?"

"Can you just shut up?"

"No! I can't. I can't shut up when you kiss me like that and still pretend that you don't like me. So why? Is it just some 'feelings are hard' bullshit?"

"If I say yes, can we stop talking about this?"

He's silent again, allowing that question to simply fade out before speaking again.

"Be honest with me for once in your life. Can you do that?" He takes my lack of response as a yes and proceeds, now turning his whole body to face me as I continue looking at the wall. But I can see him in my peripheral vision. "If I kissed you again, would you push me away?"

The question weighs heavy in the air as he steps closer to me and the tension between us grows.

"If I kissed you again... just like I did a minute ago... would you hit me again?"

I lose my staring contest with the wall, finally turning my head to face him, with full intention to hold a stern expression and give him a confident "yes" in response...

But there's something about his eyes. There's just something about the soul those eyes look into that causes me to soften in my already vulnerable state. I truly believe my desire for him is the worst thing about me.

And so, even though if you asked me today, I would swear up and down that I acted against my conscience will...

I kiss him.

#bias insert #fanfic #kpop fanfic #ateez angst #txt angst #zb1 angst #speaking of zb1 it was actually ricky who i was thinking abt when i imagined this #anyways as i was saying #I'm trying to think of any groups I can lmao #bts angst #seventeen angst #svt angst #skz angst #monsta x angst #tbz angst #enhypen angst #nct angst #idk who else to add #that's good enough lol