#selfish. selfish. selfish. like a dog. like a puppy who wanted food.

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#literally cannot stop thinking about my grandpa's face the last time i saw him alive #dementia and confusion but he recognized me and was smiling and holding my arm #and my mom was so done with being there #she was literally at the doorway while I was there with his arm still on me #and I had to pull myself away so she wouldn't leave me behind #I thought I was okay with it back then because I was able to be around generally #but now that moment is on repeat and I can't make it stop #I can't help but see his face I can't help but feel his grip on my arm #and I can't help but feel that invisible pull from my mom.. already leaving the room after being there for only 5 minutes #she tells the story all the time.. she had already knelt by his bedside and told him it was okay for him to die #that she'd be okay #but i think of that moment a few days later when we were there and she was leaving and I just followed. like a dog. like an object. #i couldn't say anything I just gently pulled my arm away from him #i cant help but think it was selfish I cant help but see his face #selfish. selfish. selfish. like a dog. like a puppy who wanted food. #like id never be able to get it anywhere else if i didnt follow her out of the room #like I could only consider her but he was looking at me #he was looking at me and then he was dead two days later #and I did want to stay but I couldn't.. my mom wanted to go so I had to go too #I couldn't even say anything #I always bend to her will.. god sometimes i just feel rotten #personal

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“you cant chew on that, baby” Yoongi. Hybrid, daechwita (wth does tyrant Yoongi call his lover hm. +somehow fit in yandere? It’s ok if you choose not to lol) -🖤

the life of a tyrant:

pairing: yandere tyrant! yoongi x dog hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || daechwita au || yandere au || non-idol au || hybrid au

summary: it’s hard to hide you from the world when you’re on the run.

word count: 1k

tags/ warnings: yandere yoongi who's actually a huge softie, cutie puppy! reader, murder and blood, intentional lowercase

notes: prompt from this drabble game <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

you hadn't been into the heart of the town since Yoongi had picked you up off the streets years ago; the prettiest little diamond in the dirt. his only treasure, his one true love. 

your freedom was that of a wild bird, wings clipped and confined to a cage of precious gold the moment you had taken Yoongi's hand, solidifying your soul with his, your very being belonging to him. 

where he promised the world, in his little run down cabin, tattered clothing and the few gold coins in his pocket. holding all the answers to your problems in his rough hands that touched you like you were worth more than any jewel worthy of the king. and eyes that held an oath of the love you so craved, every fibre of his being simply existing for you. 

in his eyes, the less the world saw of you, the better; his precious secret.

in all honesty, Yoongi didn't really have a choice when his face was plastered all throughout the country as one of the most sought after criminals.

though that felt like a little lie, an excuse even, when truly he knew the real reason for keeping you locked away in the cabin. you were ever so pretty, hybrid ears soft like the finest silk and face ever so kissable he really couldn't help himself, because as much as he knew it would become a burden lugging around another person, you'd had him wrapped around your precious little finger since the first time meeting. 

it hadn't been hard to break you down, rough exterior merely for show, natural selection could really roughen up soft things like you. nothing a little bit of his love couldn't fix. it was cute how you'd tried to act like a big dog when truly he knew how much a puppy you were; who loves to get her ears scratched and laid over his lap of an evening until his fingers would brush through your hair and you'd shiver as he skims over the base of your tail. 

Yoongi always been a little greedy, love always a little selfish, always wanting more than he deserved in this life, and maybe that's how he found himself in this position; his head worth more than any flashy piece of gold trickets the king could dream of buying for his may concubine that lay abandoned in his bedroom, a mere show to placate them of his absence. 

you'd never been fussy when it came to Yoongi's plethora of rules. 

when he isn't home, you never open the door if anyone were to knock, hide in the bedroom if anyone lurks around the forest, and when he takes you out to let off some steam- you never leave his sight, ever. 

you never minded, because he made sure to let you run around the cabin three times a day, never once complaining about the sticky loneliness that clung onto your heart when he'd venture into town for food or new clothes. because Yoongi had already done enough for you, and you refused to become any more of a burden. 

the life of a tyrant wasn't always quiet mornings with his pup, not always fishing in the river where really you had no qualms about chasing after any fish that caught your attention, nor the wet hugs that would follow as you smiled up at him, always brighter then the morning sun. your kisses warm as a spring breeze would caress both your skin until you were shivering and he'd wrap you in his arms without a care in the world. 

the life of a tyrant isn't one that yoongi really wanted you to experience, your body too precious to be travelling so far in such a short amount of time, skin too fragile that the air of any foul man shouldn't ever think to even breath in your direction. 

"you can't chew on that, baby" Yoongi pulls the string of the leather pouch from between your teeth, gold coins jingling from the force, "it's yucky"

his nose turns up at the man on the ground, pudgy hand still wrapped around his thick neck in an attempt to stop himself from bleeding out on the floor of his pathetic little fruit shop.

said man's eyes were still wide open in shock, mouth fallen open in what Yoongi can only assume to be excruciating pain, little glint of hope fizzling out, flame reaching the end of the wick as he'd begun to realise that this was the end for him. 

it had been pitiful how the sick son a bitch had turned to you for help when him gazing at you had been the sole reason for his untimely death, but Yoongi supposes it had been fun to shove a blade in the back of his neck a second time just for the fun of it. niggling rage of the king's men galloping their way to his little cabin finally escalating; a shame that the poor shop owner had been at the burning end of his anger. 

truthfully, Yoongi had been a little surprised you hadn't said anything. wondering if maybe this was the part of your story when you turn on him like the rest of the world, something a little humorous in the way you'd been more worried about his scent now that of the bastard that painted the floor red rather than the fact your Yoongi had killed a man before your very eyes without even a lick of shame.   

"you asked me to hold onto it though" you frown, lips tugging down into the most kissable pout. 

now, Yoongi was a weak man. 

he bends down, pressing a sweet kiss to your pouty lips, "off the floor, pup, you'll get blood on your clothes and i don't have for you to change into right now" 

sluggishly you push yourself to stand, "how much longer until we go home?" you whine, arms wrapping around his neck when he bends down, patting his back, ready for you to climb on, "my legs ache" 

"just a little longer, puppy. how about you choose a snack for the way? i'll do all the hard bits, all you have to do is be pretty for me, yeah?

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bottled up

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie wishes you could see yourself the way he sees you

a/n: inspired by @florestmoon ‘s more than enough fic🫶🏻💓 i love it sm, win a date with tad hamilton and that one cassie scene from euphoria. this is not proofread teehee

—

the first time eddie laid his eyes on you, he was whipped. and there’s no turning back

you’re hawkin’s high favorite girl. with a smile that make people fall to their knees, a touch to ease someone’s pain, and a voice so angelic it would put all angels up above to shame. nothing a guy wouldn’t do just to be with you and it has been proven by several boys at school with their endless pining.

eddie believes you have zero flaw. everything about you just screams perfect.

you’re not popular by any means. nor a cheerleader but you’re friendly with others even with the basketball team. and they like you too, despite you befriending the freak of the school. there are no social groups you despise. and people love you for it. unlike him who prefers to have a small circle to keep himself from getting hurt.

and don’t let him get started with that pretty brain of yours. you’re extremely smart and manage to pass all your classes with flying colors. never once gotten a C or D on your tests. all the teachers favor you of all. also, star of the volleyball team? what’s not to like?

up until today, he still questions why you hang out with him rather than the preppy jocks and cheerleaders who have been asking you to join their gang. your answer is always a no. eddie is who you want to be friends with from the very beginning.

“good news!” you cheerfully announce your arrival, pulling out a chair from eddie’s table. “there’s a costume party tonight and i want you to come with me! I’ve listed about twenty things we can wear.”

eddie slows down his chewing to look at you with a bewildered expression. “you’re shitting me, right?”

“uh.. no?” your answer almost sounds like a question instead. “come on it’d be fun! you never go to things like this with me, and I want my best friend to be there”

eddie feels like someone stabs him in the heart hearing you call him a ‘friend’. it pains him so much to know that it’s all he’s ever going to be to you. nothing more.

“who’s party is it?” he asks, playing with his food as he leans back,

“Jacob from the basketball team” you shrug, flipping through your notebook. “here! you can be tommy lee and i can be cindy crawford. i mean, they didn’t date but they would be such a good match, don’t you think?”

we would be such a good match too, he wants to say. but he chooses not to,

“I don’t know sweetheart…” he sighs, looking down at the cut-off magazines of Tommy lee and Cindy Crawford you glued on the notebook. “it’s not really my scene.”

“the hideout is not my scene too, but I’m always there to support you and the band” you cross your arms, “tell him gareth!”

gareth shakes his head, eyes on his food as the rest of the boys snicker. “don’t drag me into this, you two sort this out yourselves”

that makes your groan and stomp your foot underneath the table. looking over back to eddie who put on a smirk and shrug his shoulders. “you’re asking the wrong people, y/n. why not nancy or robin? or Emma from your volleyball team?”

“nancy is hanging with Jonathan, robin’s working and I’m not talking to Emma right now. all she talks about is you, and I don’t like it” you grumble, popping a strawberry into your mouth,

“me? what did she say?” he asks curiously

“yes. she likes you and i don’t like that. call me selfish but you’re mine.” you respond nonchalantly, missing out on how eddie’s eyes widen. so are the rest of the boys. “so? pretty, pretty please? i don’t want anyone but you to come to the party. i promise i will do anything you want me to. i’d get down on my knees for you, right now.”

oh fuck, why did you have to say it like that? those words just send pure vibrations straight to his dick,

plus, seeing the puppy dog eyes and cute pout you have going on, eddie seems can’t find it in his heart to say no to you.

“alright sure, whatever” he tries to come off like he doesn’t care but there’s a tiny bit of happiness in him when you mentioned he’s the only person you’ve asked,

it makes him feel wanted.

with a squeal, you reach out in his direction and give him a big kiss on the cheek. which startles him but it’s not a surprise anymore. you’re just extremely affectionate. and he doesn’t know this but, Eddie is the only person you’re touchy with.

“thank you, thank you!! love you eds, I’ll see you guys later. I’m gonna go make myself busy with the outfits for tonight.” with that, you get up and bid the boys bye before rushing off out of the cafeteria and to the hallway,

eddie watches you go with a lovesick smile on his face. touching his cheek where your lips had tainted it, you’ve done it more than ten times by now. but it never fails to leave him speechless.

“you’re so in love with her, dude” jeff mentions, scoffing as he watches the long curly haired boy staring out into the open, refusing to move just one bit

he can’t even deny that anymore. Aeddie is most definitely fucked

—

a smile painted on your lips as you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. damn you look extra fine.

you had called one of your good friends earlier for some advice. thankfully she knows exactly what she was talking about when you mentioned about aiming the cher’s look.

yes, yes, you thought about going as cindy crawford but come on! who could resist cher? she’s the queen!

you’ve chosen a black floral lace bustier that compliments your breasts. and by that, it means having your tits barely covered by the material but you don’t mind. you love showing off your assets. paired with a short black sequin denim skirt and crystal platforms that your best friend would classify as ‘stripper shoes’ which you take as a compliment. strippers are hot. you refer to it as cinderella heels though.

the makeup is pretty glamorous you might say. it’s all colorful and you’ve added glitter in the corner of your eyes, topped with dark red lipstick that you know would make everyone go crazy. as for hair, you let it down naturally. no farah fawcett’s crap that steve told you to do.

as you fix yourself up over and over, there’s a sudden knock on the front door. a signature six knocks that you know very well. eddie munson is here to pick you up!

“coming!” you call out, quickly snatching your purse from the dresser and speed walk towards the door. cursing to yourself when you nearly trip over,

since your mom isn’t home, there’s no point of leaving her a note or anything like that. she’d be here tomorrow at lunch time anyway, she always does

you aren’t ready to witness the sight before your eyes when you open the door.

there he is. eddie munson in flesh. looking extremely—handsome, rockstar sexy, bite-able and…. god you can’t believe you’re saying this, delicious ?! Is that even the right word to describe someone, let alone your best friend?

“holy hell. ozzy pinch me” you mutter to yourself, eyeing him up and down to check him out.

eddie is dressed in an all-black tank too that’s tucked under his dark-washed jeans, showing off his chest and tattoos. if you could even call that a top because it barely covers anything?! who knew he could be such a slut sometimes. and he had the nerve to put his hair in a low ponytail. loose waves framing his pretty face. he looks completely different from any other day.

and—hold up, he’s wearing an eyeliner?!

“who are you supposed to be?” you can’t keep your eyes off him. he looks so good. “tommy lee?”

“close. richie sambora. guitarist from bon jovi. i figured tommy lee has been getting way overrated and i wanted to try something different” he says confidently as he also takes a good look on your appearance,

dear god, help the fuck outta him.

“a-and you are…”

“cher!” you smile, rubbing the material of your skirt. “wait a minute, didn’t richie sambora and cher-“

“dated? hell yeah! oh, sweetheart would you look at that. we read each other’s mind!”

with a giggle, you hush him up before closing the door behind you. linking your arms together as the two of you walk towards his van. cigarette hanging over his mouth. you frown at that. clearly not very supportive of him smoking but since he’s your best friend, you let him do your thing.

“don’t we look so good together! look at us. strutting and shit and about to steal the spotlight.”

he must think that you don’t understand how those words affect him and how badly he wanted it to be true.

“most definitely” he fakes a smile to hide the hurt in his heart. “most definitely.”

—

post arrival at the party, you tug Eddie's fingers towards the house despite his pleas on wanting to leave already. telling you how he changed his mind after seeing the number of people that were going to be there. yes, he hates crowds. which confuses you because this man performs in public with his band!

he keeps on whining and promising a good time together when it’s only the two of you. even tries to bribe you with an entire bag of greens he carries tonight.

but that doesn’t work.

“just for a while, okay? and then we can go and get high until the sun comes up” you hug his waist, “you’re gonna have so much fun. with me!”

eddie could only scoff, slinging his arm over your shoulder as both of you walked into the party. super freak by rick James blasting over the speakers with pretty LED lights attached to the ceilings. endless drunk chatters and laughter from the people. it’s just like any typical high school party

“i better. or else it’d be all for nothing.”

“no it won’t” you smile, “you should wear this more often. you look very handsome.”

his cheeks go hot when you feel the material of his top. “I’m nothing compared to you though, sugar” he puts his hand over his heart, pinky finger links with yours as the two of you reach the kitchen to grab a booze. “you’re going to make people’s head turns and shit. i turn around for a sec and some guy would sweep you off your feet.”

“nooo” you shake your head, pouring yourself vodka with coke into the cup and grabbing a beer for eddie. “you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“is it working?” he grins, cracking the beer open not breaking eye contact with you,

“a bit” you nod, hoisting yourself up to sit on the kitchen countertop with eddie standing in front of you. “you say that to all the other girls?”

“only my favorite,” he responds, referring to you as he sips on the cold beverage,

that makes your tummy tickle. eddie just has his own way of making you blush and create a tingling sensation through your body. he does it better than anyone you’ve come across to.

he truly is a heaven-sent.

“not that bad right? want to try some of mine?” you offer,

“i’m driving, remember?” he raises an eyebrow.

“one sip won’t kill you! when have you become a party pooper?”

“i’m not! I’m being careful” he laughs, “the principal wouldn’t like hearing his favorite student turned into a party freak, you know?”

“hey!” you slap his arm, dragging the word. “i am not a party freak. i just happen to know how to have fun unlike you!”

“you take that back” he pokes your sides, earning a giggle from you. “of course, I know how to have fun! you’re forgetting who brought the weed?”

“yeah yeah” you give him an eye roll but a smile remains on your face, “i’m so glad you came with me tonight. it means a lot to me, thank you.”

he beams at that, heart beating faster with the way you look at him. he finds your gaze so… hypnotizing. he could be so lost in those gorgeous eyes of yours and doesn’t ever want to be found.

It has been months that these feelings he has for you. they never truly disappeared, only becoming stronger each day. and he doesn’t want them to. he wants to drown himself in you, to taste every single lipgloss you have off of your mouth. to hold you in his embrace, when everything gets too much for him. he wants everything good in this world, but he doesn’t want them if you’re not with him.

and not just physically there with him but emotionally too. to tie his heart with yours because there’s no person he’d rather be.

“listen y/n, i need to tell you something—“

“hey y/n? you finally made it!”

eddie is interrupted by a loud noise coming from behind. he looks over your shoulder and grits his teeth to see Danny, one of Jason’s friends coming over. he fucking hates him. he hates his stupid blonde hair and baby blue eyes, two beautiful traits that he knows would have you falling in love.

how does he know you ask? you mentioned it to him before. danny is the one guy you have your eyes on for a while and he seems sweet based on brief conversations you’ve had with him.

he doesn’t like the sound of that. he doesn’t want you falling for another guy. he wants it to be him that you love. no one else

“danny, hey. yup i sure did!” you wave at him and watch him getting closer. “oh and I brought eddie here with me.”

danny looks over at him with a tight smile, nodding his head as a form of greeting. “sup, dude”

eddie doesn’t return it, only glaring at the jock, which he hopes you don’t see. his grip around the beer is tightening once he sees how danny looks at you. like you’re some piece of meat.

“how are you enjoying the party?” danny asks lamely, clearly not interested in small talks but you barely recognize it,

“like any other party. but the costume idea is cool. that’s why we’re going as a couple”

“oh, the two of you are dating?” danny points out, almost ready to get rejected,

and eddie wants to confirm it. to say yes to that question just so he can leave you the fuck alone and have you all to himself. he’s pissed because he can’t even get one minute alone with you at the party without some guy walking in and ruin the moment.

but before he could answer, you beat him to it. “no we’re not. just the costumes.”

danny releases some sort of sigh of relief that eddie can’t help but pick on. “oh well then can i talk to you for a sec?”

eddie isn’t stupid, he knows what danny means by that.

“uhm sorry I promised eddie, I’m staying with him for the rest of the party. plus it’s the only reason why i came here”

“I’m sure eddie can wait few minutes without you here. right man?”

one punch. that’s all it takes for him just to knock this dipshit out. but he can’t and he won’t do that. especially in front of you. despite the disgusting lust glinting across danny’s eyes, eddie knows how much you like him. and he doesn’t want to ruin that chance.

even if it means getting his heart broken. all that matters is if you’re happy.

“sure” he shoots a not-so-genuine smile. “i’ll be here.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to leave your side” you take his hand in his, giving it a squeeze

“I’m a big boy sweetheart, I’ll be fine” he jokes, pulling you down from the table. “not going anywhere.”

still, you feel unsure about leaving him. you feel bad because you did actually promise to stay with him until the two of you got sick of the party then ditch the fuck out to go have a smoke.

“okay” you give him a comforting smile. “i won’t be long”

eddie nods at that, glancing at how danny is quick enough to hold your hands so he could scurry you away from his presence. he hates it.

“come on, sweetheart”

—

you feel shy when it comes to talking to guys you are attracted to. it’s like you have no idea how to act normal around them, fear that they might look at you differently if you did one thing wrong.

and danny is one of those guys. he’s the second-star of a basketball player, popular with the ladies, and just overall—dreamy. has girls tripping over this pretty boy

he’s super nice too. letting you borrow his pen, walk you to classes, trying to pull a joke just to see you smile, and even engage in your favorite hobbies. seems like he is very much interested in you and it makes you feel hopeful.

he leads you upstairs so the two of you can have a little more ‘privacy’ because it’s far too loud downstairs. obviously you still haven’t caught his drift, thinking to yourself that danny actually wanted to talk to you. probably ask you out on a date, if you’re lucky enough?

“here. better, huh?” he smiles once you enter the dimmed light bedroom.

your mirror his expression, playing with your fingers as your eyes take a look around the place. hearing the door clicks and his footsteps from behind.

“you look gorgeous tonight.” his hands find its way around your waist making you gasp in surprise. “relax—you’re so jumpy”

“yeah—just nervous i guess.” you let out a breathless laugh before turning around to face him, lips just inches away. “s-so uhm, what did you want to talk with me about?”

his knuckles softly graze your shoulder blade and down to the side of your breast. “that can wait. you don’t mind, do you?”

“not at all” gulping when he begins to touch you like that, “j-just you know um—i can’t be too long”

he just nods, being completely dismissive. and in a second his mouth is on yours. hungrily kissing you while he palms your ass under the skirt. catching you by surprise

he’s being quite aggressive but this is what you wanted, is it? to be pushed down onto the bed while he hovers on top of you. hands roaming over your body as his mouth never leave yours.

the thing is though, this is not how you wanted it to start.

“wait wait stop” you push him off, “can we just take it slow? talk or something because i really don’t want to do this right now.”

he frowns, “what do you mean? we’re gonna talk later. come on baby, don’t shy away from me now”

danny leans back in to kiss you again but you back away. “no i know! It’s just, we haven’t gotten to know each other lately and—it’d be nice to have that”

he stares at you for a moment before standing up straight. you smile nervously, thinking that he’d agree, but instead, he scoffs. an annoyed expression taking over his face

“seriously, y/n? what the actual fuck?” you’re taken aback by his tone. not to mention the mockery laugh he heaves out.

“talk? that’s all you ever wanted to do. talk and talk! my god you fucking infuriating, you know that?! who the fuck do you think you are?!”

watching how he swiftly turns into a whole different person, terrifies you so much. something you truly never expected.

the smile drops from your face. “w-what?”

“you’ve done this to me for like—what, the third time? tease me then leave me hanging. you think i asked you to be in here because i was interested in you? in what you have to say? i don’t sweetheart” he plasters a sarcastic smile before continuing,

“wait, what do you m-mean?” fear and confusion starting to take over as you hear him voice another scoff

“god you’re fucking dumb” he hangs his head low. “you actually thought—when you talked to me about things you found interesting in is gonna make me like you? I’m only here just to fuck you, y/n not so we can be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

tears starting to form in your eyes, but you try your best to hold them in. not wanting to cry in front of him. nails digging into the skin of your palms, shoulders slumping as his words continue to pierce through your heart.

“everytime you open your mouth all i could think to myself is ‘who the fuck does this girl think she is?' y/n you’re so fucking. boring. nobody cares about that shit. i just played along hoping that i could get my dick wet but nope. shit didn’t work either.”

you watch how danny continues to throw insult after insult. ripping you apart until you have no dignity left inside. and you feel so, so stupid. stupid to think that anyone would ever like you for you. not just your body.

it hurts you that danny turns out to be someone who has such cruel intentions and you were so blind to actually see that. to think that he’d be sweet enough to ask you out and be the perfect boyfriend.

all that goes into the drain.

“i’m gonna tell you the truth since everyone is a little too chicken shit to say it.” he crouches down to your eye level with a scowl. “any guy who’s interested in beyond fucking you— is full of shit. you’re only good for a pair of nice tits and a hole to put it in. I’m pretty sure munson feels the same way.”

that does it. you push him off hard enough so you’ll be able to stand in your feet and walk out of the room. tears start to stream down your face as your rush downstairs to hide yourself in a bathroom before anyone could see.

you lean your back against the bath tub, sitting there with knees tucked against your chest. both hands covering your mouth to muffle the loud cries you let out. words cannot describe the pain you’re feeling right now. the way it’s taking over your mind and soul, that all you wanted to do is just to dig yourself up a hole and lay there.

you have no idea how this one will last

—

eddie has no idea how it happens. one minute he was drinking alone then the next, he has a girl coming up to his direction and flirt with him. at first, he thought about her only using him to get weed so he told her off,

but she insisted that it wasn’t about that. letting him know that she’s genuinely interested in having a conversation with him. so fifteen minutes later, eddie finds himself enjoying a presence of another person.

“you’re emma, right?” he asks, seeing her nod. “y/n told me that you like me.”

“oh god” she laughs, covering her face in embarrassment. “she didn’t have to say that! she made a promise not to tell.”

“i’m her best friend, of course she tells me everything” he proudly says, downing the rest of the beer before chucking it onto the bin,

“you don’t feel weird about that?”

“no why would i be?”

“usually when someone learns that there’s a guy or a girl like them, they usually avoid them like a plague.”

“oh, not me” he shakes his head. “I’d be so flattered to know someone actually like me.”

“kind of like you and y/n there?”

“huh? no, we’re just friends.” he confirms

she cocks her head to the side, “just friends? are you sure?”

“yes? why are you asking?”

“dunno it’s just—you look at her differently. like she’s your soulmate or something” with a shrug, she watches how he gulps and runs his fingers through his hair nervously,

“oh t-that’s nothing. we’re just friends.” he confirms yet again, “plus, she has his eyes on someone else and he’s taking her upstairs just now.”

“who?”

“danny” he almost groans at the name being spoken. “that fucking pretty boy who could easily sweep any girl off her feet and now he got y/n hooked too.”

he almost wanted to say ‘my girl’. almost

“you sure about that?” emma narrows her eyes over his shoulder. “because danny is there and y/n isn’t with him”

confusion written all over his face as he follows her gaze. turning around to find danny fist bumping with his friends before sipping on his drink. he looks displeased to say at least.

something’s not right…

“i gotta go—i need to look for her” he bids without even looking at her before walking away from the kitchen. hearing her protests but he pays no mind to it.

eddie think twice about going over to danny and give him a piece of mind, however you’re far more important than punching a jock right now.

“y/n?! y/n!” he fights through a sea of people, screaming your name. “it’s a party dumbass, she’s not going to hear you.”

his head frantically looks over to the sides, eyes trailing from upstairs and back to the party. bunch of curses falling over his lips as he fails to find you,

“hey you—with the… never mind, have you seen y/n?” he asks a random stranger who only shrugs in response, eddie jumps from one person to another. asking about you and give them brief description about your appearance,

“she went to the bathroom” one girl points her finger down to the hallway, “i don’t know what happened but she looked like she was about to have a break down”

hearing that just makes his heart drop, what could possibly go wrong?

“okay, thanks” he mutters, speed walking towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. which thankfully there aren’t people crowding the area, they’re all far too busy with get shitfaced.

“sweetheart?” eddie calls, knocking softly on the door. “it’s me—your eddie.”

you don’t give him a verbal answer. just a choked sob that leaves your throat, causing eddie’s heart to break even more.

“i’m coming in, okay?” he doesn’t wait for your response, twisting the door knob as he opens the door. a sight of you, breaking down on the floor, body shaking is enough just to create an unbearable heartache for him.

“oh, sweetheart” he closes the door softly, walking towards your figure as he kneels down. “what happened?”

you ignore him for a few seconds and eddie doesn’t push it more. after a while, you lift your head up to look at him. eyes red and teary with smudged mascara. cheeks coated with fresh tears.

is it bad to think how pretty you look even in this state?

his hands reach out. aching to hold your hands in his, he feels internally relieved when you don’t push him away.

“mind telling me what’s wrong? was it danny? did he do this to you?” he needs to control his rage when he speaks the name. yet how could he when that motherfucker just made his favorite girl cry.

a shaky sigh escape your mouth, broken gaze then falls down to the marble floor. a question builds up in your throat, one that you need to ask him after the horrible exchange you had with danny.

“do you think sex is the only thing I’m good for? am i—boring, apart from that?”

“what?! y/n why the fuck would you ask me that! of course it’s not true!”

again you ignore him, “i feel like there’s nothing else i could ever offer except my body—i mean isn’t that what most guys think of me?”

“no y/n! no! w-what, danny said that?!” he asks, gripping your hands tightly,

you sadly nod, inhaling a sharp breath,

“what exactly did he say to you?” eddie wants nothing more than to walk out of this room and beat the shit out of him,

“h-he said I’m only good for a pair of tits and a h-hole to put it in” you find yourself breaking again, hard sobs leaving your mouth. “and that guys who think their interested in me beyond that are liars—you included”

his eyes are widen, head shaking in furious manner that make his curls move. “y/n you cannot possibly believe that scumbag! why would you think that i-“

“you don’t have to lie eddie, it’s okay”

“i’m not!” he almost screams, “i’m not lying to you—you do know that you are far more interesting than anyone that goes to our fucking school?”

you only shrug, not knowing what to believe anymore. and it hurts him. it hurts him that you somehow trusts danny’s words over his.

“god y/n” he lets out a breathy laugh. “sweetheart, look at me”

he tucks his finger under your chin to get you to see him. and when you do, eddie feels like it’s the right time to say what he needs to say to you.

“y/n y/l/n you’re so unbelievably perfect.” he tells, hands moving to cradle your cheeks and he melts when you lean into his hold. “you are so brilliant—funny, gorgeous, caring and overall fucking. perfect. in my eyes” he breathes out,

your eyes slowly soften at his confession, heart finding its steady beat as your sobs slowly sink away.

“and-and i—fuck it— i made at least 37 songs about you. written so many love letters i lost count knowing that i will never have the balls to say it to you.” he admits, almost too shy. “you’ve become my muse— i look at you and i see home—for once in my life i feel like i could belong because you make me feel so special. you’re the heather locklear to my tommy lee sweetheart. wouldn’t want anybody else on my side when i sell out arenas except you.”

a short silence falls between the two of you before he continues,

“sweetheart all of the things you do—man, you wouldn’t want to know” he jokes, earning a small smile from you. gaze never tearing away from his. “you know, sophomore year? i used to sit in the back of the class, counted the times that you smiled at me and i died on days that you didn’t”

he smiles at the memory. you walked into the classroom in pretty little pink skirt that looked so adorable on you, from that moment on he was sure he fell down into the pit of love.

“y/n—“ he closes his eyes for a moment, because the next thing he’s about to say is going to change everything.

“i am so totally, completely, head over heels, bend over backwards, ten thousand percent, in love with you—have been for two years and it grew even more when i heard you recite lord of the rings with me—and my feelings are not going to change wether you’re capable of letting me or not—so fuck, okay that sounds so demanding—i’m sorry if this is out of line-“

you cut him off by smashing your lips against his, keeping your figure steady by holding onto his shoulders. you swallow the surprise gasp that he lets out.

eddie feels his heart is going to burst—his mind is going ballistic over the fact that his dream girl just kissed him.

holy fucking ozzy, you kissed him! he finds himself melt under your touch right away.

as for you—oh god his lips—where do you even begin? it feels so soft and warm molding against yours. but most importantly it feels so right.

how on earth could you be so blind all these time? months of pining and struggling to find the perfect someone when there has always been the one standing right in front of you but you never even took the time to actually see it.

eddie is the one,

as someone who holds the title for being a straight A student, you sure are fucking stupid when it comes to love.

after for what it feels like eternity, both of you pull away from the kiss. eyes slowly opening up to find another, a smile break out on each other’s faces. his grin though, far bigger than yours.

“holy shit” he laughs, holding you by the waist, “i’ve been wanting to do that for a long time”

“yeah?“ you bite your lip, giggling after. thumbs moving to graze his cheeks lightly, then down to his lips. “was it good?”

“sweetheart it’s even better than i imagined” he sees how you immediately shy away from the comment, head ducking down to avoid his stare. “i love you—fuck i love you so bad”

“i—i love you too” you finally say, brushing out the frizzy bangs that are covering his handsome face. “have been for so so long and i didn’t know you feel that way eds, i thought you had a thing for chrissy and i figured you know—i should back off and move on to someone else just so i can get over you”

“don’t” he quickly replies, not wanting to imagine her being in someone else’s hold. “i’m glad you didn’t because i don’t want you to ever get over me, baby”

you nearly go putty at the nickname, “you’re the only person I want from now on—only you”

his heart grows when you give him the reassurance he needed to hear. brown pupils even dilated when he looks at you—that’s when he knows for sure, he’s got it bad

and he wouldn’t want it any other way,

“all this time” he starts, tugging you closer to him as he buries his face in your neck. his curls tickling you and making you giggle. “i could’ve had you in my arms for two damn years”

“we are two idiots huh? but you finally got me anyway” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. feeling him smile through it.

“i finally got you”

—

i feel like this is bad…sorry bsjdjdjd i just had to finish it quickly and empty out my drafts

anyways please do reblog and comment ! xx

#eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fics #eddie things

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Bee's And The Bats!

☆♡Yan Batfam x Bee! Reader♡☆

"Too bad I can't make a career out of getting fired, right? I'd be like, a CEO or a manager. Which one's more impressive? ...President?"

You and Damien are 18+. That goes for anything I write regarding him.

I will be following comics, the web series and possibly a bit of the Netflix version. Shout out to @hana-no-seiiki for making ☆Superb!☆ headcanons themselves! Check them out!

-

Damien Wayne:

The Wayne heir had decided to rent out a apartment, wanting to have a bit of independence, maybe even a little space from the world. In his own solitude when his pets couldn't provide affectations at the time. Or if he couldn't travel back to the manor soon enough due to injury.

Today was just.. Not a good day for Damien.

He was tired, restless, maybe even angry.

He decided not to head back to the manor after patrol, wanting to clear his head and not get into a argument with anyone regarding his behavior.

Dressed in his civilian attire, he walks up the apartment complex steps to his room floor. Stepping onto the carpet covered hall, he pulls out his key.

Listening in on his neighbor, who was conversing with someone, Damien unlocked his door.

"Are you you gonna be-AHOF!!"

"OH MY GOD!"

Damien quickly turns around, expecting some type of altercation!

Yet is suprised to find a man around his age wallowing on the ground in pain, in front of your door. He could even see the man's tears staining the floor.

Your voice shouts beyond the door.

"Oh my god! Oh, oh my god. Ah, wait, ah...ooh, ah, I have, uh, stuff for your stuff!"

Your footsteps heavy and clear again once near the door.

"I got you some ice for your crotch! I'm shoving the crotch ice under the door!"

The man leaves, quickly scurrying off with ice between his.. Private area.

Leaving behind a small pink box wrapped in a plastic bag.

Damien places his keys back in his pocket, stepping over to your side of the hallway. Knocking on the door so the food wouldn't go to waste.

The two of you stare at one another curiously.

When Damien first met you, he thought you were weird. Close to, "possibly another villian in the making" weird.

You kept to yourself, along with a strange little cat-dog creature of yours.

But, he found you charming in a way, you were impulsive, selfish, a glutton. Yet you were realistic, someone he could and couldn't understand.

You were nice as well, rather kind. You saw him as friend the first day you met Damien. Offering to share some lasagna with him and your "puppy-cat".

He started to seek you out more, finding your presence a tad thrilling.

What made you tick, why were you so space-casy, what thoughts ran in your head when you saw good in others?

The blood-son wanted to know and he'll find out.

[Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I kinda made this for fun and I really like seeing Bee!Readers! So here is the first installment of this, (possibly) series!]

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[forthechubbies]

Dirty Hands// Cho Gue Sung Imagine 🔞 Ex! Chubby Reader ♡

How did you get here? You hate sports...You hate exercise in general-you, like your thickness, and that's that's. Moving away from your self-love for a second, If memory serves me right, You were dragged here by you're fit friend, Sumi.

Speaking of, she's looking at you in disappointment right now. Time to tune back in-

Sumi clicked her tongue, obviously annoyed by your space-out expression. "Are you high or something? Why are you not cheering or at least stand up when I do." One might say you're being selfish, but you refused to take fake interest in this stupid sport (no offense just for the story).

Your silent protest stuck out like a sore thumb...and your well hot in his eyes.

He admired your boredom and actually found it rather amusing. You could sit still if your life depended on it; He watches you bunch up your dress just to ensure you didn't step in anything.

Possibly food or not...You never know with hundred year old bleachers.

She's so snobby. He thought with a slightly playful grin. I guess that is my fault.

Sumi noticed the flower player ogling her friend; she gasped, alerting you in the process. " Shit, Do you think he likes you? Soccer player, sugar daddy?"

"As if, " You scoffed. " I can smell him from here."

Sumi beamed. " If you don't want him. Can I have him, please?"

.....

Your plans for today didn't involve waiting thirty minutes for Sumi, who decided to run to the bathroom at the last second, leaving you alone to stay put in the entrance tunnel-

"This tunnel is disgusting.." You cleared your throat in an attempt not the dry heave at the used condom flung aside like a snot rag. "I'm gonna died here."

" You're so dramatic." A man's voice nagged behind your head.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. " And you're so domestic, Watching me like a little puppy." You turned towards your ex-husband.

Gurl, Did I forget to tell you he was your hot ex-husband who blew his chances with you after a sexual/emotionally draining physical altercation between the two of you took place in public?! Oops! The tea is hot today.

What a mighty mouse you are, mouthing off to a man who has you, trump, in literally everything strength, speed, you name it.

You step back, not favoriting his sweaty smell. "You kinda smell like a wet dog -" You fanned yourself. " It suits you."

"If I'm a dog then you must be a bitch in heat for coming to my game-"Gue Sung exclaimed, nudging her forehead back with his finger.

She retaliated by smacking his heavy hand out of her face. " If you ever put your filthy fingers near me again-And, for your information, You pompous little-your not the only player on your team!" She roared in his face, stretching her heels to their maximum limit due to the size difference.

The cheeky bastard met your face halfway, tapping the tip of her nose with his; his hazel eyes gazed into hers. "Why else would you be watching for? " He was even daring enough to take two steps forward to feel you on him. "You hate sports, and you think men are stupid-"

"Not all of them, but I'm truly doubtful when it comes to you-." Yn rudely interrupted, sassing him with her eyes.

The joke was harmless, to say the least, yet a large hand shot up to her neck, gripping it into a tight squeeze between his large fingers.

She gasped but wasn't surprised; this wasn't the first time Gue Sung had let his temper control his actions.

Gue Sung clicks his tongue. "Wah unbelievable, that mouth of yours." He stared at your beautifully painted lips, weighing his next decision; he said, "Ah, Fuck it." before completely dominating your lips.

"Mmm!" You yanked at his hair; pulling away from his lips just to be brought back in. "Mmph! Im gon-mm gonna kill you."

You fought well, but god, he's ripped-Honesty, you didn't stand a chance in the first place.

Gue sung kept you flushed against his chest so tight your plump breasts pushed up to escape his squeeze.

#cho gue sung x reader #cho gue sung #cho gue sung x chubby reader #cho gue sung smut

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: small moments with rio!!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i am not brainrotting oevr rio i am not i would never do that i swear im not i am not i would never i cant its literally impossible i am not thinking about him more than i should i am NOT who even is rio i dont know who that is he sounds like a total loser imagine being a man named rio i would never brainrot over you

im a liar

rio who wakes you up in the morning with a kiss on your nose and a cheery compliment, your breakfast placed in front of you. he watches you eat it with stars in his eyes, yearning for your approval. he practically jumps out of his skin when you ask him why he’s just standing there and not sharing this breakfast with you, and he’s all too eager to climb into bed and share your warmth (and food.)

rio who takes you around town while you run errands, insisting that he should be here for you in case something happens. he swings your hands back and forth, humming a tune you don’t recognize. you catch yourself staring at him and look away, even though you know he wouldn’t mind. he’s such a beautiful soul, so devoted and good to you, it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the whole world.

rio who whines when you try to feed yourself a sandwich you picked up from a vendor for lunch. his puppy dog eyes are something you can’t resist, so you sigh and give him your sandwich. he beams like you just told him you love him again, and he feeds you your lunch. if your hair threatens to fall into your face, he tucks it behind your ear with the softest brush of his fingertips against your cheekbone. it’s enough to make you pause, but he’s still smiling and motioning for you to keep eating. It's a bit embarrassing, but so long as he’s happy, you’re happy.

rio who turns bright red when you kiss his cream of dessert off his lips while you laugh. you know it’s not fair to tease him, especially when he’s been waiting for years for you to say you’d fallen for him too, but his flustered stumbling and wide eyes are too adorable to resist. he pulls you close and hugs you tightly, and for a moment you swear you can feel the yearning he stored away in his heart for you.

rio who dances with you in the streets when he hears live music, who sweeps you off your feet in a clumsy twirl (mostly on your part, though he doesn’t comment on it.) he spins you around and holds you close, reveling in your smiles and laughter. he wants to cause as many of your smiles as he can. he wants to absorb your laughter into his skin. he wants to be anything and everything that makes you happy because it’s the least you deserve.

rio who tucks you in at the end of the day to make sure you don’t get too cold at night. he stays for a few beats longer than he should, just staring at you and replaying the day’s events in his head. it’s selfish of him to want it all to happen again, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning. he leans over and kisses your forehead, only to freeze at the soft murmur of his name. you thank him for helping you to bed, as tired as you were, and kiss his cheekbone softly before smiling up at him.

and just when he thought he couldn’t love you any more, you prove him wrong.

#but yk like i said #NOT brainrotting. #this is normal behavior #auburn's fics <3 #ikemen prince #ikemen prince fluff #rio ortiz #ikemen rio #ikepri yves kloss #ikepri rio #ikepri x reader #ikemen prince rio #ikemen prince rio x reader #rio ortiz x reader #UNEIDTED AGAIN SO YK. IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOUD ONT SHUSH

[opinated-user]

Lilys “Gardevoir girl power wooooo” is especially funny when you learn that gardevoir’s Japanese name is Sirnight …. As in Sir Knight

gardevoir was never supposed to be a girl banshee like she claims no Gardevoir was always meant to be a Bishōnen Knight with Gallade being made because of the fanbases misconception of gardevoir

gallade is more closer to what gardevoir was supposed to be than fucking gardevoir

one of the things always irritated me about how she wrote gardevours is to turn their "they're protective of their trainers" into a bad thing that was result from grooming. as if having a character that could think about other people was such an alien concept for LO that she had to make it into "it's bad actually" trait. everything that is praised and taken as a positive about them is actually the result of abuse, and not because they're actually just selfless or empathetic or loving. it reminds me to those people who comment to dog owners "your puppy doesn't actually love you, they just want food from you" and they think they're enlightened in a way no one else is, especially not those people who could think a puppy could actually love anyone.

all of this making it seem like G, the abusive, selfish, manipulative, quick to anger, jelous, possesive G is the healthy, real "non groomed" version of this species and the gardevour that abuses Diantra as the ultimate ideal example of her species. the Gardevours that fail to be that (Corazon, the Gardevour that male trainer had) are destined to die or live in misery. the way LO wrote Gardevours as a whole seem to reward the ones that are awful and punish those who don't. Corazon is only ever allowed to live a longer life by being forced to mate with a child against her will. if that isn't just one of the most disgusting depictions of something that was meant to actually be wholesome, then i don't know what it is. so much LO talks about how adults ruin things meant for children and yet she wrote all of this.

#lily orchard

[hyperdemona]

I actually started carrying pepperspray not because of men, but because a dog bit me and I want to be safe if I were to get attacked again.

Getting bit by this dog (puncture wounds bleeding down my leg, assumed he was running after me to ne friendly till he got close, I was young and oh my bike. Like he literally bolted down an street while I was biking, bit my ankle hard. Flat out aggressive targeted behavior I was biking around a park and he came out of nowhere .) It taught me to start yelling “hey! HEY! NO! Back up!” Dogs can sense anger, dogs can sense territorial animal behavior which is exactly what I’m doing, defending myself territory Aka body. I had this dumb territory try and go after my ankle while biking, I kept yelling “hey, hey, hey, hey,” everyrime I saw him going for my ankle… he stopped and barked all mad and fucked off. Scared the shit out of me when I saw a stuffy loose, held just pepper spray and told him to back up (insecure nervous dog bit thar is also a type that might bite if feeling threatened, he backed off.)

It’s kinda like men; get angry and scream like a bitch and they freak out from that energy.

(Ofc this won’t always work and I don’t blame kids just dumping in your inbox that I get your hate for dogs… I’m grown, not a child, child can’t defend themselves. I was still a girl when I

got bit and I love dogs I’m like wtf 😭😭 I don’t hate dogs, But don’t love them so ouch anymore and don’t blame you for hating dogs…

I don’t get the cat hate from folks, truly; when has a stray cat or a cat that gets out go around attacking folks? I’d trust a cat around a kid before I trusted a dog.

Wondering if so often they say “men are like dogs, women are like cats” cause cats have good boundaries and are “selfish” while dogs are dumb and bark at anything that moves?

I genuinely dislike dogs. Puppies are cute but it's HARD to like dogs these days if ur in Keralam these days. It's sooo bad here. Spaying and neutering have completely failed. It works in western countries because stray populations are low in the first place because of harsh weather, so many do not survive the winter. You only need to spay/neuter/vaxx the rest and have them be adopted. Doesn't work here because these things don't die off naturally and when there's enough of them to form literal wolf-packs, they LITERALLY just start hunting kids for food. Man that poor autistic boy, the villagers are still in shock.

Who tf is going to adopt murder dogs? We don't even allow dogs indoors or consider animals family the way they do in white western countries, it is not our culture. Animals get treated like animals, not people. In fact, dog lovers adopting fancy breeds to raise and then letting them loose in the streets when they get sick and difficult to look after (apparently long-haired western breeds don't do well in the tropics and get sick, WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT 🙄) are the ones that caused this in the first place.

Dogs regularly break into daycares and playschools and attack kids. It's happened multiple times over the last decade. I've seen idiot animal activists even call for an end to spaying/neutering because "dogs have a right to natural reproduction like people do". This is who you're arguing with.

[alyjojo]

Current Karmic Connection ❤️‍🩹 March 2024 - Libra

Character Card: The Warrior

Who are they: Judgement

Your relationship with them: The Fool rev

What you’re learning from them: Temperance

What they’re learning from you: Page of Wands

Future potential: 4 Pentacles

Overall Energy: 9 Cups

First thing I heard was “do dat do dat” and I was like wtf? And died a little 😆 Someone likes Iggy Azalea - I had to look that up. Or they’re fancy - 9 Cups comes out to describe this connection, and fancy would make sense. 9 Cups is fulfilling your whims, whatever makes you happy, making your dreams come true. You could see them as your dream come true, for someone this is your spouse, lover, someone you want to marry if you haven’t. Negatively, these desires may be seen as selfish, with 9 Cups being an individual “self” energy. There may also be some level of overindulgence, whatever it is can be excessive, like makeup is a whole personality trait rather than a hobby, we be spending $500 a month at Sephora kind of energy. Definitely spending a lot. This is clarified by The Star and King of Cups rev, you could feel manipulated by someone’s hopes and wishes, they may give you puppy dog eyes and sweeten you up to get their way. Are they manipulative, probably, is that a negative thing…probably. Do *you* see it that way? Ahhhh dunno. Maybe. I heard “finally”. I don’t get this person is a bad person, I’m getting more of a cutesy UwU 🥹 sort of “baby” behavior. I’m cute, look at me, buy me stuff. And you probably want to! Or do. If you’re married, more power to you. If they’re not manipulative (most are) then they’re extremely emotional…maybe from some indulgent thing you’ve done. Either side. Scamming you for money because they’re cute or healing from something stupid and impulsive, those are the stories I’m getting. 6 Wands at the bottom show victory is the goal, I was getting a lot of ego before I laid the cards out too, one of you is extremely proud. They feed your ego, or switch it. Or…if it’s not you, then it’s their friends 💯 Pluto is controlling, 11th House is social groups, this person picks “yes men” or women as friends, people that do not criticize or disagree, so they ultimately always get their way. *That’s* the manipulative part for many of them. This could also be someone that has an issue with your friends for the same reason. If not friends, maybe an online presence, whatever you do.

Who they are - Judgement and The Warrior is being highlighted with that, clarified by money. This person spends money like it grows on trees. Whatever their whims, whatever the day, Knight of Wands shows impulsive decision making and The Fool rev shows reckless actions. This may be lustful as well. Flirting, posting pictures online, I’m seeing makeup tutorials in some not much clothing, that kind of thing. Sexual indulgence, this person could really like attention, or just get a lot of it, they’re good looking. But should you not like it, they turn into The Warrior. How dare you tell them anything except what they want to hear! I mean. Hmm. Within reason. They don’t seem to be very earthy or practical at all.

This is also someone that strives to have *everything right* before they do anything. Purchases, I heard lighting - someone definitely TikToks or something, looks, clothes, particular foods, workouts, whatever. All of it. They’re very nitpicky and controlling, which isn’t always a bad thing but can be kinda stressful and annoying, they’re not a go with the flow type - that’s what *you’re* learning how to be for them. The relationship between you shows either fear surrounding work/effort, or reckless decisions/actions regarding this. This person defends their truth, it’s what they want, they may have made a massive purchase of some kind or did something at work that really pissed you off. Flirting? Could be. I see friends and flirty energy so…I mean Libra is kind of known for that, this could be switched. Or it’s that this person doesn’t take anything seriously, and you do. They’re spoiled, but they have the argument it’s THEIR money right? Can’t tell them what to do. We’re a union but me me me me me and me, don’t you dare tell me otherwise.

What you’re learning…that it doesn’t matter, you’re in love with this person. 2 Cups clarifies, victory again at the bottom. You’re fine being the more chill person, you’re fine with their standards and nitpicky ways, you don’t really care one way or another if you have beige curtains or eggshell and if they’re stressed about it then by all means. Pick a curtain 😆 You would rather go with the flow and *enable* this person’s whims & desires, than sit around arguing with them. Which is wonderful, but future potential shows holding grudges and keeping things in, creating issues between you. You are valid, and in some cases you’re right too, something this person has done or is doing is reckless and too much, probably spending.

Their side isn’t so much learning - as a perception. You’re over here chill and in love with them. But not overly expressive. They see that as - they get excited about something, chat away all day about it, feel this passion and fire to do anything, and you don’t care. You don’t want them to succeed, you don’t like what they like and don’t support them. Because you don’t match their enthusiasm. Or you don’t want what extravagant thing they want today, so you must be against them. Again, not the most practical, money conscious sort of person here. Future potential is a stubborn stand off, you both think you’re right, you’re both not budging an inch, and you stop speaking to each other for some amount of time. The Devil at the bottom, I was waiting for that to make an appearance. Materialism, greed, selfishness, 5 Pentacles underneath that. Someone is putting you into debt and defending themselves like that’s fine, that’s what they want, they get what they want and fk anyone that says otherwise. And then what, stonewalling as punishment? Whew 😅 You’re gonna have to do something, I’m not even going to suggest what, that’s on you. You two could separate bank accounts if your spending habits are this different from each other. If you act like you don’t care, nothing will change. If you act like you care and this needs to stop…good luck.

Zodiac Messages:

Pluto - Cancer - 11th House

- The need for control of intuition to protect freedom.

- An obsession with attitudes from the past about associations.

- A power struggle resulting from the history of your circle of friends.

Oracles:

Apology 😔

Guilt - Confession - Forgiveness

Marriage 💍

Sweet Love - Couple - Dependency

Charms:

Gemini ♊️ on 11th House could be a Gemini close to them that influences their personality or decisions, they could have a placement in that sign, or with Pluto & Cancer, you could feel like this person is manipulated by those around them and seek to control that. Or switch it. Or that’s what their friends are telling them and they just repeat it back to you, they say it’s fine so it’s fine, they do this, this person could be a big gossip and/or their friends are.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Sagittarius, Scorpio, Aquarius, Virgo, Leo & Cancer

#Libra #march 2024 #current karmic #karmic connection #karmic relationships #astrology #tarot #tarotblr #Spotify

[crymeariveronceagain]

Grady and Keefe hc

@stopstealingtomatoes asked: Can we have some head canons of Grady adopting Keefe??? *puppy dog eyes*

ah, you want that boy content, just in time for father's day, i understand you completely!

Keefe has always, always, always wanted to impress Grady. He's never wanted to impress his own parents, impressing them comes with risks, with dangers, with pressures and weight and it's terrifying.

But Grady is someone who pushes Keefe to be better. Not for any selfish reason, but because he knows Keefe can be better, do better, be something more than he is. He wants Keefe to be more. And it pushes Keefe to be far more than he used to ever want to be. He wants to be something good, something someone can be proud of, something Grady can be proud of.

Keefe spends nights at Havenfield sometimes. Grady stalks Keefe to his room at night, once in a while, and makes sure he is NOT. IN. THE. SAME. FLOOR. HALLWAY. AREA. A N Y W H E R E NE A R H I S DA U GH T E R.

The thing is, as much as Grady acts like he doesn't trust Keefe, he has quite a bit of faith in the kid. He knows that Keefe values Sophie and really appreciates her. Keefe's a good kid, and Grady knows he is. However, Keefe is just a kid. And so is Sophie. Grady trusts them like he trusts eleven year olds who say they're old enough to use the gas stove.

However, the fire leaves his eyes pretty quickly when it comes to Keefe. Grady has a weak point in his heart when it comes to Keefe, which is why for the longest time, he was harder on the kid.

For a couple reasons. Grady's dealt with a lot of people over the years, and he knows trauma when he sees it. He knows it when he sees Keefe flinch under his gentle shoulder pat. He knows it when he starts to raise his voice and Keefe's eyes go wide and scared like a griffon's.

He knows the kid is good. Way down to his core, he knows how strong the kid is, how fierce. How reslient he's had to be, how smart, how determined. It makes Grady proud.

And he gets the kid, you know? The fierce rebellion, the "worse to be better" approach with people, with anyone, with adults and with friends. He used to do that. He used to be worse to be better than everyone, rebel to prove something. He understands the spunk and the spark and the fire. After all, Grady was just like Keefe.

Grady was so worried he'd be horribly biased towards Keefe that he overreacted and decided to be worse to him in error. He overcorrected.

But it wears off pretty quickly, and soon there is tenderness and smiles and laughter at jokes that Keefe tells and sets his hand gently on his shoulder. He ruffles Keefe's hair and tells him "Good job, Kid!" when Keefe does something worth being proud of(far too many things are worth Grady being proud of). His eyes sparkle and he passes Keefe a box of food, tells him he can spend the night if he doesn't want to go home, encourages Keefe in his art, and teaches him how to take care of animals, shouts something about "shit! watch out for Verdi! she's angry!" and "QUICK! GRAB THE FLAREON! MOVE!" and shoves Keefe out of the way of Silveny's razor-sharp hooves.

And Keefe, as much as he's terrified for a while when Grady glares and spits firey words, loves the guy.

Grady's someone Keefe looks up to, seriously looks up to, wants to be like. There's nothing better to the kid's brain than the idea of becoming someone like Grady.

Sure, Elwin's great, but Keefe wants to be like him in his kindness, in his friendship, in his friendliness. Sure, Tiergan's great, but he doesn't want to become Tiergan.

Keefe's never looked up to his actual parents, been constantly surrounded by nothingness and silence and a negative idea of what he wants to be when he grows up. He knows he does not want to be cold, he does not want to be cruel, does not want to be his father. He knows he does not want to be loud, does not want to be manipluative. He has never had anything to look up to except in the tiniest amounts and in the itsy-bitsy pieces he finds in adults he actually enjoys being around.

But Grady?

Keefe looks at Grady and thinks, I want to be you. I want to smile. I want to laugh. I want to curse in a way that doesn't make anyone flinch. I want to have a wife I love, a house I made perfect. I want a farm full of animals. I want kids who love me. I want friends who would die for me. I want to be sassy, I want to be kind, and I want to love. I want to love like nothing will ever change, and even if it does, I want to overcome the change, rise to the challenge, become more than I am, be better, be stronger, be everything Grady is. Because Grady is good. And I want to be good. I want to be the type of good man that Grady is.

#kotlc #happy father's day you love-starved idiots #i mean what #kotlc grady #grady ruewen #kotlc keefe #keefe sencen #kotlc headcanon #kotlc sophie #sophie foster #sokeefe #thanks for the ask! #kotlc headcanons #happy father's day #kotlc ideas #idk what this is #im tired #watching 'get low' with my mum #kotlc edaline #edaline ruewen

[rvllybllply2014]

I have to get this off my chest and to keep a record before I feel like I go insane.

Manchild started another fight tonight. It all started after I picked him up from his job. He always gets like 6 shots of whiskey or whatever and a beer that is 24 ounces (aka two beers in one or a tall boy). We get home and he knows that once I’m home I don’t want to get back out and his puppy needs to be fed it’s his puppy’s dinner time. Anyway his sister calls him because she doesn’t have a car and she wants to smoke, no cigarettes. Now I was raised to never ever interrupt a person who is talking on the phone, so I stay quiet, and he says let me ask if I’ll (me) being willing to take him to get her shells. He didn’t ask me before telling her to send him the money for it, only after he said that did he ask me if I was okay with it, knowing damn well he already agreed so if I were to say no it would make me the bad guy. So once in the car I ask him to not do what he just did, especially when he knows once I’m home I’m home. I also had to point out that my back hurts along with my hips and stomach because my period is close but he didn’t ask about how I was feeling. So then he paints it as I would’ve had to take him to the store so he could get another beer, when he has at 4 beers in my car and more around the house that hasn’t opened yet. Instead of him listening like an adult he tells me to stop lecturing him I’m not his mom, I pointed out that I was reminding him of shit but then he called me selfish and rude. But I told him it’s rude to make plans without consulting me and then just expecting me to go along with it. We get back to the house and he smacked my ass hard, and then kept trying to dig into my ass and hit my foot because he was ready to eat his leftovers from last night and wanted me to heat it up. But then changed his mind and said that I would spit in it (I would never do that nasty shit). He heats up the food and then starts bitching about how it would’ve been too much for his lunch (it was originally his lunch) but he’s just talking to the air. Once he’s finished he lets his puppy into the bed and gets jealous that the puppy is more interested in cuddling with me. He starts to try and take care credit for how his dog turned out. Since September I’ve been with this puppy 24/7, I trained him to slow down on his food, taught him to lay down, and ignore the other dogs food. I always feed the puppy and also make sure he has clean water and the tray spots are cleaned. I’ve cleaned up the puppy’s vomit by myself, got a toy unstuck from his mouth and always watch him when he’s outside of his cage. But yeah manchild totally raised this puppy. More arguments happen and he gets mad at me when I tell him that my charger is on my side of the bed, and how he needed to get a charger from Walmart yesterday. He starts saying he doesn’t have charger money (like $10 for a charger that he needs unlike the two beers he would have to give up). More arguing happens and I tell him he needs help for his anger and alcoholism and his constant lying. He gets mad at me when I point out that he said he paid $500 for his “pure blood” (actually mixed puppy) and he laughed said that wasn’t true but won’t tell me how much he actually paid for it. He also lied about his mom owning her part of her townhouse, she might be moving soon at this point idk. But anyway he slipped up and said that maybe the landlord came by the house when she caught some random person on her security camera. Called him out on that lie and then he started lying about me saying that I’ve slept around before him, side note he was unfortunately my first. He’s honestly trying to gaslight me and it’s ridiculous.

He’s basically pissed that I refuse to be a door mat just because I’m 4 years younger than him. Says it my fault that I’ve stayed in this abusive shit show of a relationship. When he cut off my financial independence by calling me constantly and saying that I don’t work when I was at work. He also wanted me to call out almost all the time so my checks would be tiny and I worked two other jobs to help support us because he had been fired from his job and didn’t save any of his money. I knew it would’ve been better to stick to my job and let him go drive a truck across the country. Oh yeah most of my last paycheck went to buying my dogs anti seizure meds and paying for his vet bill. I literally only had $50 left to my name after those unexpected expenses,he refused to help even though he had a job at that point. Like yeah I was young and dumb, also grieving the loss of a parent and grieving the loss of another parent who was still alive but falling into a new relationship so fast after the other parents death. Like I just wanted someone to love me damn it and I picked the wrong person and it’s just so hard to get out of this abusive relationship. Like I loved manchild, but now I love myself more and idk how to get out of it. Plus I totally love his puppy and don’t want to lose the puppy. Anyway don’t be stupid like me get out at the first red flag and don’t look back.

#text post #dealing with a manchild #personal

[whofanforsexed]

Like, it definitely helps that the Otis/Jackson conflict over Maeve is pretty one-sided, it never sours into a big dick waving rivalry. We just get a really well constructed story about cynicism and earnestness. Otis respects Maeve, shares a lot of her tastes and interests, and relates to her jaded exterior as someone very intelligent at the bottom of the social food chain. Maeve doesn’t have any airs or notions about being too good for anyone, very much the opposite, but she’s attracted to confidence, so Otis isn’t really her type, but his capability and professionalism clearly does something for her, and when they develop a mildly flirtatious in joke this similarly brings out a confidence in him that, in her own words, compels her. Jackson, meanwhile, has much less of an intellectual connection to Maeve, and has always been too privileged in the social hierarchy to even know where to start, which understandably Otis takes for a lack of interest or respect, partly motivated by his biases; for the same reasons Maeve’s cynicism appeals to him, Jackson’s naiveté frustrates him, but in turn Jackson genuinely is earnestly motivated, and consistently misses Otis’ struggle with jealousy and the desire to selfishly manipulate the situation for the sake of his preferred out come - he takes everything as face value sincere advice and commits to it 110%, doing the right thing for slightly selfish reasons and broadening his horizons in the process, legitimately developing an interest at least in feminist authors (the jury is out on whether he actually gets into punk and riot grrrl music). Maeve is never offended by the transparency of this, more wryly amused at first, and clearly charmed by his commitment to undercut his own persona for her attention as he persists. Otis, meanwhile, finds it cheap, and ultimately succumbs to his own darker impulses and, seeing a mismatch between Maeve’s professed values (hating sentimental and overblown romantic gestures in movies), and Jackson’s puppy dog personality, he sets Jackson up to fail, giving advice intended to backfire.  As an audience we’re primed to expect this to end in catastrophic melodrama, Maeve is embarrassed and offended by the attention of an enormous public spectacle, Jackson is punished for his naive/lazy approach to courtship though outsourcing and of course the truth comes out that Otis set the whole thing up betraying everyone’s confidence and paying the price of losing it... except...

By grace of nuance we get a redemptive turn, Maeve is less the jaded cynic than she presents (we know this, though Otis misses it in his own naiveite), and only hates bold romantic gestures because she cannot imagine a world where anyone would think she deserves them, by transcending his own class biases Jackson is able to give her what she is unable to admit to anyone she wants, and Otis is the blind messenger who fails at betrayal of his principles and suffers the lesser for the two potential costs; in a fascinating alchemy his selfish lie uncovers a deep buried truth behind Maeve’s white lie of self denial, and he is punished for the ugliness of his intentions by by the exact amount that he will struggle to be happy for others experiencing a moment of transcendence.  It’s legitimately one of my favourite moments in the genre of romantic farce. Pure genius. 

#Sex Education #Sex Ed #Sex Education S1E4

[hillarysss]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS;)

Do not repost, plagiarize, reword.

A lot of people say fire signs are the most impatient when really its the air signs that are the most impatient

When you are a kid/ young you express your moon and mars signs the most 🌚

I’ve realized a lot of people tend to say that Leo placements are the most selfish when in fact most Leo placements i’ve come across are one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met they’re so giving. 🦁

The sign your Mercury is in is probably the sign some of your friends may have in their chart: I noticed this a lot. Ex: Person 1: Mercury in Libra Person 2: Mars in Libra: 🍄

Pluto and the sign the rules that house Pluto is in can indicate the sign of someone who may have caused major rebirth for you. For example; Aquarius in 2nd with Pluto it can indicate someone with Aquarius placements has or will impact your life greatly. You may become obsessed with people with that placement. ⚰️⚰️ Or vice versa they get obsessed with you.

Mercury- Ascendant aspects are usually the type to start blogs as there is an easy flow of expressing themselves with communication. (trine, sextile conjuct) 💫📖

Leo placements take a HUGE loving on cats. 🐈‍⬛ & they may prefer furry animals as well.

I’ve noticed dominant earth placements especially Virgo dominants tend to take a loving on dogs/ puppies. 🐕

Water major placements may like the taste of water.

Energy drinks & caffeine may not work too well on air moons especially Gemini Moons. It works best with fire moons. 🍄💫

I’ve noticed fire moons may take naps a lot to fill up their energetic energy. 📖💫

I’ve noticed toxic relationships between Gemini & Pisces moons. ⚰️

I’ve noticed Gemini placements tend to brush off mental health.

Sagittarius placements can work so well with aquarius & gemini placements as both know how to joke around. Sagittarius Moons + Aquarius Moons can be a very good match for example.

Earth placements may take a loving of traditional sports like tennis & etc.

Earth & water can make someone interested in musical instruments rather than editing music or autotune.

Fire moons may like a lot of junk food like Pizza often.

Virgo moons I’ve met tend to have a single mother.

Virgo moons can have mothers who are seen as controlling or too focused on academics for their children by other parents / children:

If Saturn in Cancer is afflicted it can indicate a mother / father who was never there emotionally & took away things from the child from minor inconveniences.

I usually see the same Venus signs in close friendships often. They value the same thing. Therefore loyal to each other.

Never ever break a Cancer placements trust.. no one trust wants to be broken but once a Cancer placements does not find security in you anymore they turn scarier than the stereotype of Scorpios.

Mercury in 12th can indicate someone very antisocial.

Scorpio placements actually tend to be the “shy kid” at first. Not intense at all at first introduction.

I’ve noticed a lot of Aquarius risings tend to be liked because they are seen as “different from the rest” even if they’re not. They may display a very different aura at first.

Scorpio placements can be very good at math even if they don’t like it.

Virgo & Scorpio mercuries are actually a lot alike. Both very analytical and somewhat paranoid. There is some differences though:

Aries placements may like to scare their friends for fun.

Pisces risings tend to be very slim with a plump stomach.

Most Scorpio risings tend to have hooked noses. That could stand out from their face nicely.

Sagittarius risings usually tend to like to post their body on social media & have a fire one too.

#astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #gemini #pisces #aquarius #virgo #cancer #capricorn #libra #taurus #scorpio #astrotips #astro thoughts #astro tips #astrology notes #vedic astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic chart #zodiacs #astro memes #family astrology

[bakuthedeku]

their everyday game

Read on AO3

Words: 3,000

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Things Midoriya Izuku is: A student, a sugar baby, a boyfriend, a brat.

Things Midoriya Izuku is not: Patient.

Or: Izuku wants attention from Kacchan and he is going to get it.

A commissioned fic for @insinirate !

Clack clack clack. The room is silent but for the steady breaths of its occupants and the rhythmic beat of fingers on plastic. Clear, wall-to-ceiling windows wash the sun’s gentle light into the room, and reveal a picturesque view of the sparkling city, looking like something straight out of a magazine.

Izuku glares at the extravagant view. He bets Kacchan is writing another one of those stupid reports of his.

Buzz. The clacking halts and Kacchan glances at his work phone for but a moment before the typing resumes.

Izuku takes a deep breath. Holds it. Puffs out his cheeks.

He slumps over in his seat and sighs obnoxiously.

God, he’s so damn bored.

Kacchan said he had to get one more hour of work done, and then he’d take a break. That had been almost three hours ago. ‘One hour’ had turned into two when Izuku left Kacchan to get ready for their lunch date and had foolishly gone straight to the cafe instead of meeting up with Kacchan at the office first. He’d waited all of ten minutes at their usual table before calling a company car and returning to find Kacchan still working in his office.

If not for Kacchan’s genuine surprise at the time and his gruff, yet sweet apologies, he would be a dead man already.

But Izuku still isn’t satisfied. Kacchan needs a break, and Izuku needs attention, stat. There’s only one solution: Izuku’s gonna annoy the shit out of Kacchan. So Izuku sucks in another breath and pouts at the ceiling. “Kacchaaaaan!”

Kacchan sighs, but he doesn’t respond. The silence in the room grows thick with expectation; Izuku’s long-perfect attention-seeking tone signals the start of the game they play every day.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the clack of keys and occasional buzz from Kacchan’s work phone. Izuku wriggles against his plush seat, making the leather squeak obnoxiously, and clears his throat daintily, earning himself a glance. “Kacchan, I’m hungry…” Izuku peaks at Kacchan from beneath fluttering eyelashes.

Kacchan shifts his eyes back to his computer and types another line, pointedly loud against the room’s still silence.

When they play this game, whoever breaks first (or whoever wants whatever they’re after more) will relent and go to the other, so this can go one of two ways; Izuku will pull himself from his lounging position to drape himself over Kacchan, or Kacchan will pull himself from his work and lavish Izuku with the attention he deserves.

Today, Izuku takes it upon himself to move things forward—Kacchan is in one of those moods where it could take hours to break him down, and Izuku needs results now.

So with an impatient, gusty sigh pulled deep from his lungs, Izuku heaves himself up and slinks over to Kacchan’s grand desk, stalking up from behind him. When Kacchan makes the mistake of glancing at Izuku from the corner of his eye, Izuku pounces.

Izuku wrenches Kacchan’s chair around and jumps into his lap, laying himself over Kacchan as well as the plush arms of his chair. Kacchan grunts out a quiet oof at the sudden weight but wraps an arm around his waist nonetheless.

“I’m working, Deku,” Kacchan says dryly.

“Actually, Kacchan, I think you’ll find that you’re cuddling me and giving me attention right now, and I can’t imagine why you’d want to stop.”

Kacchan exhales quietly and wrestles down the corners of his lips—it’s not quite a smile, but it’s a good enough start for Izuku. “I have a lot to do, so as much as I’d love to keep giving you all the attention you desire, I really do have to get back to work.”

Izuku wraps an arm around Kacchan’s neck and pretends to think, then shakes his head solemnly. “Unfortunately, it’s a no from me. I’m hungry and I want lunch.”

“Then go get lunch.”

Izuku gives Kacchan a look for being deliberately obtuse.

“I’ll order in for you, then,” Kacchan offers.

Izuku huffs and pushes himself away from his comfortable spot against Kacchan’s broad chest. “Not good enough, Kacchan! We organised a lunch date, so I am getting a lunch date. Now.” Izuku sticks out his chin and dares Kacchan to say no.

Eyes lock. Izuku stares with determination, burying his will into impenetrable crystal red and steadfastly ignoring their alluring pull. Kacchan makes an aborted noise in the back of his throat, as if he was about to say something stupid but thought better of it, and finally sighs.

“Half an hour.”

Izuku smiles sweetly. “Two. You’re late, so you’ve accrued interest.”

Kacchan decides to focus on their negotiations over Izuku’s mockingly business-like tone: “Forty-five is the best you’re going to get from me.”

“An hour, not including travel time, or I’ll get our contract from your room and tear it up myself.” Izuku juts out a petulant lip. He’d never do it, but it gets his point across—Izuku isn’t budging on this.

Kacchan stares hard for a moment, then sags and rests his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck. “You’re such an annoying little shit,” he murmurs, warm against Izuku’s skin.

Izuku hides his smile in Kacchan’s hair and holds him tight. Another victory secured.

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The cafe is a relaxing, familiar space for Izuku. He’s been a regular since before his arrangement with Kacchan began, and when it breached the confines of Kacchan’s highrise office, it was only natural Izuku would drag Kacchan to his favourite little spot.

After enough of their regular visits, the staff have stopped staring at Kacchan and his crisp suits and shiny Rolex watches, and they interact more or less normally with the pair when they stop by.

They place their orders, as usual, and Kacchan pays, as usual, before they settle in their favourite corner, waiting for drinks and food.

Izuku relaxes into his plush chair. He breathes in happiness, the scent of sugar and coffee and Kacchan’s handsome cologne, and breathes out his worries. He’s already plotting ways to extend the hour he was so graciously granted.

On the table before him is a generous slice of cake, which is ‘not a meal,’ according to Kacchan, but Izuku wanted it and he doesn’t care what Kacchan has to say about it. Kacchan is still waiting on his own food; some kind of salmon dish, which is about the fanciest thing he might be able to get his hands on at a casual place like this.

Before Kacchan can grouse at Izuku further, Izuku digs into his treat with no regard for manners, or as Kacchan calls them, “basic fucking social etiquette.” Whenever Kacchan attempts to spout this particular kind of bullshit, Izuku rather enjoys pointing out the hypocrisy of Kacchan of all people criticising other people’s social graces.

Izuku glances at Kacchan and licks his lips before he fills his mouth with fluffy, sugary goodness, making eye-contact with him as he lets out an exaggerated moan. “So good,” Izuku takes care to lick his lips and smiles, warm and sweet like molten honey.

Kacchan rolls his eyes, but he swallows like his mouth is dry. “You’re a damn menace, you little brat,” he says hoarsely, despite the way his eyes have been stuck on Izuku’s lips since he licked them.

“Hey!” Izuku kicks out with all the gentleness of a fussy toddler, landing a solid kick on Kacchan’s shin. “Don’t be mean. You would’ve missed our lunch date altogether if I hadn’t dragged you here.” Izuku tilts his head and gives an Oscar-worthy kicked-puppy pout.

“Deku…” Kacchan obviously misses the point of his pouting by a mile, because now he just looks sad, and that is not what Izuku was going for! “I’m sorry I forgot, baby. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s just...”

“You’re busy,” Izuku finishes for him, and leans across the table to (affectionately) swat his dumb boyfriend’s head. “I know. I’m not mad, but I do want your attention right now, so cut out the sadness and shower me with compliments like you’re supposed to.”

This earns a snort of laughter from Kacchan, who finally catches on and plays along with their usual game. His whole face brightens with his smile. “Ah yes, of course, dear. How could I spend even a second not overwhelming you with compliments?”

Izuku nods seriously. “Exactly. I’m just so shocked. You should know better than to neglect me by now,” Izuku winks, “Daddy.”

Kacchan makes a point of rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling broadly now, all teeth and crinkled eyes. “Alright, you’ve made your point, asshole. Eat your stupid cake already.”

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Once they’ve eaten, and the redundant alarm Kacchan had set goes off, they return to the car. It’s time for Izuku to execute his plan.

Before Kacchan can put his belt on like the square he is, Izuku swings a leg over his lap and wraps himself around his boyfriend. Kacchan raises a questioning eyebrow before Izuku makes his demand: “Take me shopping.”

Kacchan smacks his head back against the headrest dramatically. “You have my card. I’ll have the driver drop you off wherever you want to go, okay?”

“I said take me shopping, not send me. You have to be there or there’s no use! Kacchan needs to come with me.”

Kacchan looks sad, then, and the stupid man has apparently learnt a thing or two from Izuku, because he’s got the bestest, heart-wrenchingest puppy-dog eyes without even trying. Resting his forehead against Izuku’s, Kacchan sighs softly against his lips. “You know I spend as much time as I can with you, baby. I can only ignore my work for so long, for you.”

Izuku aches, sudden and raw. “Oh, Kacchan… I know you’re busy, you work so hard! Kacchan really is amazing. But sometimes I want to be selfish and snatch up more of your time. You put too much pressure on yourself at work. You have so many employees so you don’t have to run yourself in the ground.”

“There are things my employees can’t do-”

“Like stopping you from working yourself to death? Right, that’s my job.” Izuku wiggles in Kacchan’s lap and captures his lips in a whisper-soft kiss. “So let me take care of you.” Izuku flutters his eyelashes and pulls his trump card. “Please, Daddy?” he asks, words sugar-sweet on his lips.

Cheeks glowing a suspicious strawberry red, Kacchan huffs and grabs Izuku by the waist, easily picking him up off his lap and depositing him on the seat next to him. He waits patiently for Kacchan to break, all the while butterflies dance in Izuku’s belly at his Daddy’s casual display of strength.

“The hell do you need so badly anyway?”

Truthfully, Izuku has no idea what he would wish to buy. Spoiled as he is, there are few things he’s wanted through life that he doesn’t now own, thanks to Kacchan. “I saw this gorgeous lingerie set and I just have to try it on before I buy it. And I need you there to tell me how good it looks,” Izuku states matter-of-factly.

Kacchan clears his throat and pinches Izuku’s cheek. “Fine. Let’s go look at this lingerie, then, baby.”

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Izuku drags Kacchan out of the car by his hand and refuses to let go even after they’ve made it inside the shopping center.

“Come on, come on, I wanna see what this store has!” With Kacchan in tow, Izuku makes a beeline for his favourite lingerie store.

Izuku chatters away as he makes his way up and down the store, fluttering about pretty displays and shiny, luxurious lingerie sets hung up on the walls. He semi-consciously gives Kacchan a consistent stream of observations, rhetorical questions and mumbled postulations about what Kacchan might like best. He picks out half a dozen sets in just a few minutes, handing each one over to Kacchan for him to judge and/or hold like a handsome sentient display rack.

Soon enough, Kacchan flags down someone from the store to do the grunt work for him as he follows Izuku around the store like a loyal dog, face warring between fondness and annoyance.

Izuku is quite certain that the fondness far outweighs the annoyance, though. Izuku is, after all, impossible to hate.

After completing one circuit of the store, Kacchan interrupts Izuku before he can begin on a second. “What happened to the ‘one’ set you wanted, huh?” The man crosses his arms like a brute, biceps flexing handsomely as he pours disapproval into the question.

Izuku tuts at him. “There’s nothing wrong with browsing. Just look at how pretty this one is!” Izuku pulls out the dainty belt and harness set he was looking at, wiggling it around for Kacchan’s judgment.

“Mm,” Kacchan acknowledges, carefully collected as he judges the set. With his nod of approval, Izuku gleefully adds it to his soon-to-be-towering pile of things to try on, heedless of the fact that Kacchan immediately passes it off to the poor retail worker trailing after them.

Kacchan crosses his arms. “Don’t think I don’t realise what you’re doing, baby boy.”

Izuku ought to feel sheepish at being caught out so easily, but it’s to be expected when he’s trying to con Kacchan. Instead, he tilts his head and bats his big, round eyes, the perfect picture of innocence. “But Daddy, what exactly are you going to do about it?”

Kacchan crosses his arms, but Izuku’s got him there. Kacchan wants to see Izuku in this lingerie just as much as Izuku wants to try them on. And if all of this has the bonus of Izuku keeping Kacchan to himself for a little longer, then they don’t need to talk about that, really.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Kacchan says, and Izuku giggles, wrapping his arms around his Daddy’s neck.

“I can think of a few reasons,” he laughs. “Now come tell me how pretty I look in these!”

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The driver has to help them get everything into the car. As soon as they’re in, Kacchan orders the driver to start the car and get them back to his work quickly.

It’s cute that Kacchan thinks they’d be going anywhere near his office if not for Izuku allowing it.

“Are you satisfied now, brat?” Kacchan asks, pulling on his seatbelt only after the car has started moving (ooh, rebellious).

Izuku hums. He takes a long few moments to rearrange the copious amount of bags around him, just because he can. He pretends to think very hard about it before nodding exaggeratedly. “Yes, I think I am. For today, at least.”

When Kacchan groans, Izuku shuts him up with a kiss, and they smile like kids in love against each other’s lips.

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Deku seems to have tuckered himself out during their shopping trip, which is understandable considering the sheer amount of clothes he insisted he try on before making Katsuki buy everything for him. He spends the car ride back draped over Katsuki’s side, giving a docile little mumble every now and then when he sees a dog on the sidewalk or a pretty flower that apparently reminds him of Katsuki’s eyes.

(How can the fucker get even cuter than usual just because he tired himself out being a whiny brat all day? How is that fair at all to Katsuki’s heart? Not to mention his wallet...)

(It’s not like Katsuki can’t afford it, but damn, lingerie is surprisingly fucking expensive.)

Katsuki carefully shakes Deku awake when they arrive, because he has learnt the hard way that if he leaves Deku to doze or wakes him too quickly, there will be hell to pay. So he accepts Deku’s blindly groping hand into his own and leads him into the building, where Izuku says something vague about harassing his friend in reception and stumbles off, bleary-eyed.

Katsuki has some interns come down and transfer Deku’s things into his private car so he can attempt to get some work done before Deku makes it upstairs. Deku usually settles down after a few hours of monopolising Katsuki’s time and attention, but with the mood he’s in today, Katsuki doesn’t like his chances of getting anything else done.

He’s gotten as far as opening up an email from a partner company when the door clicks open and Deku sashays in like he owns the place.

And, okay. Katsuki owns the place, and Deku has him wrapped around his pinky finger, so he does own the place in every way but name. But only Katsuki is allowed to know that, god damn it.

“You look like a bumbling fawn like that,” Katsuki informs him, just to see Deku’s sleepy eyes flash with indignation, and watch his cheeks glow a pretty, flustered pink.

Deku’s response doesn’t disappoint, and his nose even scrunches up like a disgruntled bunny, but Katsuki’s gone and shot himself in the foot because now Deku is stomping up to him in a way that says he means business. Deku collapses heavily and claims the space of Katsuki’s lap, steadfast in the fact that it is his and his alone.

Deku slaps him petulantly on the chest. “Meanie,” he mumbles, and curls up on Katsuki’s lap, nestling his head beneath his chin and settling against him, a puzzle piece slotted perfectly in its place. “I’m tired,” Deku says, as if that isn’t obvious already.

Kastuki huffs, presses a feather-soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Just rest, idiot.”

“‘Mkay Daddy…”

Katsuki strokes his fingers through the softness of Izuku’s hair and cradles him as Deku’s body relaxes into Katsuki’s own. “Good boy,” he murmurs.

Pressed tenderly together, Deku continues babbling quietly to fill the peaceful sunset air. Katsuki nods along and holds his baby securely in his arms until he floats off into sleep.

Clack clack clack. With a watchful eye on Deku, lovely and sleep-soft against his chest, Katsuki quietly gets back to work.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #sugar daddy AU #my fic #commissioned writing #commission #post #long post

[bokutosmeatythigh]

Bokuto x GN! Reader

I’ve just been thinking about this wholesome bean for a while and decided to come back from the dead with writing this shitty fluffy thing. 

TW: Anxiety, minor panic attack, takes place in a big crowd

                             ~ Keep reading beyond this point ~

Every second that passed you could feel your breath getting hurried and more panicked.

“It’s okay, your okay, just find Kou and get out of here” (if you feel like your going to have a panic attack, don’t brush it off like this, reader is making a bad decision rn) you thought to yourself as you navigated through the crowded stands of the festival. 

                                   ~ F L A S H - B A C K ~

Your boyfriend, whom you loved very much had been exited to come to a festival that had just opened up and you couldn’t wipe the smile off his his face by telling him that you weren’t the fondest of crowded places. You admit, you were having a lovely time, until you look down and didn’t see his beautifully calloused hand intertwined with yours. 

                                          ~ P R E S E N T ~

Your mind raced with the endless possibilities of what could have happened, he could have gotten kidnaped, YOU could have gotten kidnaped, what if he decided that dating you was a big mistake and didn’t know how to end it? 

Tears brimmed the edges of your eyes until you heard an angel;

“Y/N?” the angelic voice said, you looked up and saw non other than the Fukurudani setter, Akaashi Keiji. “What are you doing here? I thought you hated large crowds” Akaashi stated with a worried expression in his eyes,

“I do, Kou thought it would be fun to come, I’m a victim to his puppy-dog eyes” you sheepishly stated while frantically wiping any trace of tears from your eyes. 

“I just saw him by the petting zoo (if yk where I’m going with this, no you don’t), I would show you but I entered a raffle and they are about to announce the winners” your savior said with a comforting smile on his absolutely gorgeous face. He pointed to where your boyfriend would be and politely walked away. 

You made your way over there, trying to keep the little ember of hope you had flickering. You had enough pride to not break down in the middle of a crowded area, that would attract un-needed attention. When you stopped in front of the stand, an employe came over and got your ticket, as well as directed you towards the main animals. When you finally stopped, you heard the person who you had traveled aways over to see

“Y/N!” your lovable boyfriend yelled over at you.

“Kou! What were you thinking, wandering off like tha-” you cut your scolding short as you saw an exact replica of Bokuto sitting on his shoulder, except it was an owl. “Cute friend you got there” you nonchalantly said while pointing to his shoulder.

“I know! As an apology for making you come, I wanted to get you some F/F *favorite food* but my journey got delayed when I made eye contact with this blessing to humanity.” He said with the signature anime sparkles in his eyes.

You wanted to savor this moment forever, it was so adorable and you couldn’t feel luckier to have an amazing boyfriend by your side, as if he was reading what you were about to say he cut your breath short and said, “You know Y/N, you are the most amazing lover I could ask for, sometimes I’m not even sure if I deserve you, I know it’s selfish of me but even if I don’t deserve you I don’t think I could ever let you go”. He said, looking down with a beet red face

“Oh Kou, you know just what to say just at the right time” you said with the exact smile he fell for when he first saw your face.  After you left the petting zoo, thanking the employees for letting you guys play with the owl you went back home.

                               ~ S H O R T - T I M E - S K I P ~

As you laid your head on Koutarous chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat, what you didn’t know was that you were part of the reason his heart was beating, he fell in love with your smile, the way it would instantly light up a room on what seemed like the darkest of days, how your eyes would show so much emotions, you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and he would be a damn idiot to ever let you go.  As you nuzzled deeper into his chest, the love he felt for you depend by the second and you both fell asleep enjoying each others company and basking in the love you felt for one another.  (THIS IS SO CRINGY BUT I TRIED LMAO)

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu x reader cuddles

[plan-d-to-i]

Istg takes like this will be my vilain origin story

God forbid JC loses his pets so the orphan homeless child who endured more trauma in his short life than most people suffer in a lifetime wouldn't have to live in constant terror

Jfm did the right thing sending those dogs away, he even tried to wait a few days to see if wwx got over his fear but when he didn't jfm had no other choice (unless these stans think jfm should've sent wwx away so JC could keep the dogs)

I think jfm's only mistake in this matter was not having a conversation with JC about empathy, compassion, and selflessness and turning the situation into a learning experience that would have helped him grow into a less selfish and entitled person later (but then maybe he tried to do that and Madam Yu lost her shit like always and accused him of hating his son in front of said son)

YES. She was huffing and sneering all over the place so it's clear JFM didn't have much space to teach jiang cheng but also when did jiang cheng ever learn anyway?

Perfect time to answer this ask right after THIS post. Also the scene was :

"As soon as he went in, he saw a proud young master running around the training grounds, leading a few leashed puppies."

The only thing that would be friends w jiang cheng at the time were dogs. Understandable since that's how jc treats people. JFM also comforted him after giving them away:

This angered Jiang Cheng so much that he threw a big tantrum. No matter how much Jiang FengMian comforted him gently, telling him that they should ‘be good friends’, he refused to talk to Wei WuXian.

Wei Wuxian is the same age as jc and he wouldn't take a bun when he was STARVING because he didn't want to cause conflict between a bun seller and his wife. jc was a spoiled prick with zero ability to empathize with others since childhood. He knows threatening WWX w dogs is something his father would completely be against because it's wrong and he does it anyway. Then ofc he doesn't want to take responsibility for his actions. He doesn't call for help to find WWX and is just a liability himself in the search. BECAUSE HE AGAIN does not prioritize WWX's safety, he's just scared he'll get in trouble. He's a selfish, self absorbed shitbag just like his mother AND he's exactly the same as an adult. Unwilling to do the right thing but blaming everyone around him for it. Even when he acts heroically for once in his life he can't bear the consequences of it and resents WWX and thinks WWX owes him shit for the rest of his days.

Thinking how WWX was on the streets eating watermelon rinds so as not to bother others begging, or steal food, this hits that much harder:

Jiang Cheng told him from inside, “Go sleep somewhere else! This is my room! You’re even gonna steal my room?!”

At that time, Wei WuXian didn’t know what Jiang Cheng was mad about at all. After a pause, he replied, “I didn’t steal anything. It’s Uncle Jiang who told me to sleep with you.”

Hearing that he was still bringing up his father, almost as if he was purposely showing off, Jiang Cheng’s eyes reddened as he yelled, “Go away! If I see you again, I’ll call a bunch of dogs to bite you!”

Standing outside, as Wei WuXian heard that dogs would come bite him, fear immediately bubbled within him. Twisting his fingers, he hurried, “I’ll go, I’ll go. Don’t call the dogs!”

Dragging behind him the sheets and blanket that were thrown outside, he ran out the hall. Having only arrived at Lotus Pier for a short period of time, he didn’t dare jump around yet. Every day, he obediently holed up in the places that Jiang FengMian told him to stay at. He didn’t even know where his room was, much less have the courage to knock on other people’s doors, scared that it’d disturb someone’s dreams."

jiang cheng ís just a twisted person. He can only imagine others thinking and acting as he would. WWX bringing up JFM is interpreted in his mind as WWX showing off because that's how jc sees the world and moves and acts in it. I've seen plenty of children be kind and empathetic. jc is just a rotten person. I'm not surprised other self absorbed individuals who can only sympathize with their own issues relate so hard to him actually.

#mdzs #answers #Wei Wuxian #Canon jiang cheng #Yu Ziyuan