#with no hopes of resolving in anything else and thinking it would be otherwise just mean people don't know how to analyze media!

[callsign-relic]

I loved part 2 so much!! The adorableness makes me grin like a fan girl. How you contrasted what is going on in their heads... one dark, any negative sign must obviously be betrayal... and tiny human reader is fretting over angles and shading and (holy crap Starscream stop moving) for the giant alien war mech 😍🫠

I didn't mean to ramble, I apologize, I just hope you know how awesome you are.

And if the offer still stands, and you think this is okay, I would love a part 3!! And I had an idea that you can totally use or not use, but what about stargazing?

Maybe reader brought a sleeping bag or maybe time just slipped away on a normal visit, idk, I was trying to go for soft bonding.

Idea or not, I'll seriously be happy with anything. Thank you!!! 😊

Wow, thank you so much!! I’m very happy you enjoyed that little series so far :D I’d be happy to make a part 3 for you! For those unfamiliar, here are parts one and two!

Hope you enjoy! I kind of got carried away with it so it’s a little longer than my usual fics, HAHA

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader

There was something you had noticed during your frequent visits to Starscream’s hideaway.

For all of the mech’s boasting and shows of his own grandeur, all of his complaints and infuriated utterances when things didn’t go his way— if there was something that could always seem to get him to quiet down, it was the view from the top of the waterfall at night.

Only once had you stayed long enough to really notice. You were already on your way back to your home before sunset, but you had forgotten your bag. You turned back into the clearing, expecting to see Starscream there, only to find him perched atop the waterfall’s edge at the top of the mountain. He wore an expression you had never once seen before on him, and was gazing up into the sky.

And so, you resolved to really see it next time.

Starscream’s optics flicker as they catch the light of the setting sun, fierce in its final moments— as it always was, the seeker had learned from his time stowing away in earth’s wilds. He raises a clawed servo to shield his optics before casting his gaze down onto you.

You were doodling away in your sketchbook— as you usually did, when you didn’t know what else to do. For once, you were taking a break from drawing studies of your mechanical companion, instead examining a finch perched upon a tree branch not too far from the rock upon which you were sitting.

The little bird seemed to be in the midst of its preening ritual. With its sharp little beak, it dug into the pit between its torso and wing and tugged. It kept tugging at the same spot for a little while, until finally, it removed a bug from its otherwise well kept red and brown feathers. With a couple twitches of its head, the bug jittered around in its beak before disappearing into its mouth— a well earned reward after its hard work.

You felt this was the perfect scene to capture on paper. You quickly brought your pencil to the page, first getting the basic shapes down, as you usually did—

But something suddenly blocked the remaining orange light from overhead, and your sketchbook was too dark to look at. Had the sun set already? No, you could still see the faint hues of pink and orange from the corners of your eyes. Perhaps a passing cloud blotted out the sun?

The clearing of a throat pulls you out of your wandering daydream, and you lift your nose from the page to be met with a gray pede. Slowly, you crane your neck higher and higher until, scaling the length of a familiar mech’s frame- until you lock eyes with a pair of squinting, red optics.

You offer a crooked grin.

“Human,” Starscream begins, servos impatiently on his hips, “it is about time you start on your way home.”

Though your grin falls into more of a smile of ‘I tried,’ you nod. You close your sketchbook and grab your bag, stuffing it full of your art supplies and a spare grocery bag full of wrappers from snacks you had thankfully remembered to bring with you that day. As you begin packing up, Starscream gives a nod of his own and goes in the opposite direction as you— scooping the spare mechanical parts he often spent his time fiddling with into his arms before stepping into the forest line. He crouched down, removing a false bush from its place, revealing a worn hole in the ground. Then, one by one, he places the metal pieces into the hole.

Now was your chance. Aside from your travel bag filled with your usual materials, you hike a much larger backpack over your shoulders. You were lucky Starscream didn’t care enough to ask what you were doing with a new bag.

Rather than head out into the forest line— while the mech was distracted, you carefully backed up and away closer to the waterfall. In your exploring, you recalled there was a little alcove hidden behind the waterfall, and that would be your temporary base until Starscream returned to his perch atop the mountain.

Tucking behind the rushing water, you pull yourself inside just in time to see Starscream cover the hole with foliage once more, quickly picking himself up onto his pedes. Though the water makes it difficult to see, you can see the bright red of his optics shift about— he had been scanning the environment as night finally began to fall.

Once he was apparently satisfied, he left your field of vision from this angle. You could, however, continue to track him from the tremors his pedes left in the earth as he walked. Though the vibrations sent your instincts into a slight panic, all you had to do was breathe, you were used to it by now.

Eventually, the quakes fade, and when you hear one final shake run its way from the top of the mountain all the way down to you, you know Starscream has finally sat down.

Now was the time to make your move.

You slip your way out from behind the waterfall and begin your ascent up the mountain. Thankfully, it wasn’t that bad of a climb, really— just a steep incline. Though, you did have to take a couple of breaks along the way to catch your breath and take the weight of your backpack off your shoulders for a little bit.

Eventually, you take another few steps up onto the hill, and the back of the silver mech’s frame finally becomes visible to you. You duck your head instantly— you didn’t want to risk him catching you so early on. But, there he was, in that same position he always liked to seem to take.

One leg dangling off of the edge of the cliff, the other crossed onto his thigh, and his arms resting behind him as he gazed into the night sky.

With another breath, you gather your courage. You approach him.

You soon make it up beside one of his servos behind him and he doesn’t even notice you. You’re not sure how to get his attention without frightening him…

“Hey—“

A shrill screech cuts its way through the air, and while you flinch into yourself, Starscream raises his servos in defense— pedes scrambling in place as he looks around in a panic before finally landing his optics down onto you. The fear in his eyes quickly twists into fury, though his chassis pounds up and down all the same. He slams one servo down into the earth with a fierce growl, using his other servo to scoop you up in one fell swoop.

“You!” He shouts, “I told you to leave! What are you doing all the way up here?!”

While getting scooped up into the fist of a metal giant would typically send you into a bout of panic, you had enough experience with Starscream’s sudden flashes of anger that you could keep relatively calm. “Okay, I know you said to leave, but…!” You trail off, trying to determine whether or not it was worth lying to the mech’s whose hands your life was currently at the whims of.

With a sigh, you drop the eager attitude. “…a couple days ago, I saw you up here, looking up at the sky. I— I know you say you don’t care about company and that having people around you is more trouble than it’s worth, but…” your eyes drift to the scar under the mech’s right optic before you lock eyes with him once more. “…I feel like your problem is that you just haven’t met the right company yet.”

Starscream examines you for a long time. His fury has simmered down by now, though his faceplate remains twisted in pure suspicion.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” you add. “Listen, I get if I crossed a boundary with you. I’ll leave if you want me to.”

Then, after another moment of scrutiny, Starscream lowers his servo back down to the floor— much to your surprise. You drop to your feet, nearly tumbling backwards from the weight of your backpack, but you manage to keep your balance enough to see the seeker staring at you with… stifled confusion. Though he appeared to be trying his best to hide his emotions from you, your eyes shifted to the side, catching his wings tilting themselves downward.

Quickly, he tears his gaze away from you. “Fine. If you don’t bother me, you can stay.”

You pump a fist quietly to yourself, all while giving him an earnest, “Thank you.” Finally, you remove your backpack from your shoulders, crouch down, and open the zipper to gaze into the contents within.

Your trusty sleeping bag.

You scoop the mass of fabric into your hands before dumping it onto the floor. You unravel the bundle into a much more usable form, lower the zipper—

“What are you doing?”

The sound of Starscream’s rough voice makes you jump in your spot just a bit. You turn around to see him staring at you with a raised optical ridge— perplexed.

You fully turn to face him and place your hands proudly on your hips. “I brought a sleeping bag,” you explain, gesturing a hand towards the bag. “It’s basically a bed that can travel with you, and you can use it to sleep in the wilderness. Another innovative human invention,” you wink.

The seeker’s confusion dissipates into disinterest. “Whatever keeps you busy,” he waves you off with a servo before turning to face the night sky again.

You shrug— you learned to never take Starscream’s comments to heart anymore. If he really didn’t want you there, he would have long since kicked you out by now. So, you drag your sleeping bag up beside the mech’s hand— Starscream lifting it out of reflex as you approach.

“No, you can stay there!” You assure him, fully unzipping your bag. “Uh, if you don’t mind me next to you, that is.”

The mech rolls his optics, shifting to the side to allow you some breathing room with a grumble. You offer a little chuckle as thanks as, at last, you slip into your sleeping bag, zipping it up to about halfway up your torso.

Then, you cast your gaze up into the stars.

The sparkling dots looked as though they were dancing gently in their places. While you couldn’t tell them very much apart, it was certainly a much better view here than from your apartment window. It was no wonder why Starscream liked the view so much.

“…hey, Starscream?” You try.

“What is it?” He replies in a low grumble, looking down at you from the corner of his eye.

“You said you were an alien, right?”

He huffs a pompous laugh, “A Cybertronian, yes.”

“So… is your planet up there somewhere?”

And you’re met with silence.

“Starscream?” You repeat.

“…yes,” he finally answers— though his tone is softer than you had ever heard from him before.

You shift from lying down to resting your weight onto your elbows behind you. “Is it visible from here?”

There’s another huff, but it’s more resigned this time. “No. Though I know its general location from this angle.”

You lean forwards, squinting— trying to get an idea of where Starscream had been looking just from the perspective of his head. But then, you suddenly pull yourself backwards as something slowly raises itself before you.

A single, dark navy servo.

You look between the hand and Starscream’s face for a moment, dumbfounded— but you decide to just take the chance and hop on. He wasn’t even looking at you, who knows how long this offer would last? Leaving your sleeping bag behind, you clamber into his palm, and the very moment you’re settled down is when Starscream raises you into the air, level with his chest.

With his free servo, he points northwest. “There. Just past that cluster of stars.”

You squint again, trying your best to follow his pointed digit. You wished you were more astronomically adept. “The… the group of seven or eight stars there, all bundled up against each other?”

Starscream nods. “There, thousands upon thousands of lightyears away, lies Cybertron.”

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #Transformers prime #Transformers Prime x reader #TFP #TFP x reader #Starscream #Starscream x reader #TFP Starscream #TFP Starscream x reader

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

Bats usually keep an eye on large gatherings in Gotham, but in this case Bruce literally can't pay them enough to do their jobs.

---

In Gotham, large gatherings are always risky business. With half a dozen big name rogues with half a dozen screws loose, things can get out of hand FAST.

So yes, forgive Bruce if he likes having at least two bats or birds on the scene when people group together and make themselves easy targets.

His rag-tag group of children, adult or otherwise, usually agree with him. But in this case-

"I'm not going out of my way to help anti-gay protestors," Tim says before Bruce even let's himself think about which of his partners in anti crime he would like at his back. "I'm the one that green-lit the Wayne Enterprises gay agenda that they're protesting."

"That's... Fair."

And it was! Bruce was hardly going to force his bisexual son to save people that would tear him down if given half the chance. He'd demanded far too selflessness of Tim already.

It was just... No one else was volunteering either.

---

Dick, alerted by Tim about the group of anti-gay protestors planning their little event on Facebook, takes one look at Bruce approaching and shakes his head.

"I've heard what they said about my baby brother," he cautions before Bruce can say anything.

Tim, out and secure in his identity, doesn't care what any civilians have to say about him. Dick, deeply angry and protective, cares very much what slander people sling at his little brother.

Bruce, understanding that maybe his eldest was getting better about managing his anger, but deeply unwilling to test his resolve, nods and backs away.

---

Damian is his next choice, though he doesn't hold very high hopes for him either.

"Father, I will not be responsible for the safety of fools willingly endangering themselves," Damian says, reasonably and Bruce is glad to hear it. He has a whole speech about protecting civilians even if they act in defiance of their own safety. It's blown to pieces when Damian explains further. "I've already taken the liberty of inviting Jon and his paramour to heckle them."

"No metas in Gotham," Bruce says before his brain can catch up to his mouth. "This is already a tense situation and-"

"No metas in Gotham," Damian repeats, pitching his voice lower as he mocks his father. "What do you propose Duke is, Father?"

This is an argument he isn't willing to have. Not right now. He puts a pin in it and reaches out to Jon to politely request that he doesn't make an appearance at the protest. Jon concedes in exchange for his permission to come to Gotham's pride event next week. Bruce gives it under the stipulation that Jon and Jay let him give them a full primer on Gotham rogues and how to counter them.

---

Stephanie is somehow warned in advance and texts him before he can reach out to her.

"sorry not sorry, if doctors in Texas can choose to let people die then so can I. ask someone else to help w your homophobe problem"

Bruce wants to point out that is a gross simplification of the fraught political state of Texas. He also wants to point out that they are nowhere near Texas.

He wonders about the feasibility of sponsoring abortion access and trans healthcare in another state if only because it is GENUINELY funny when bigots with talk shows get into a tizzy over Brucie Wayne.

He lets the thought lie for the moment.

---

Duke hears him out, at least, before telling him that he's really sorry, B, but he's gonna be sick that day. It's all very sad, has he tried to talk to Jason?

---

Cass looks at him. He looks at her. They both know she won't be his backup.

---

He hates to say it, but Jason WAS his last choice in this situation. Not for lack of trust or faith in his abilities, but because-

"I'm asking Aunt Harley to have Poison Ivy start a pollen induced gay orgy," he says bluntly when Bruce asks if Jason would be busy on the day of the protest.

"At the-"

"At Wayne Enterprises, for the protest. Yes. Stay away if you value your heterosexuality, old man."

Bruce, remembering his college days and the types of things he's gotten up to in his own time, doesn't correct his son. Revealing that his father was intimately familiar with gay sex isn't a conversation Bruce ever wanted to have with Jason. Or anyone else.

Bruce, wisely, lets the police handle the protest.

#tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #dc pride #batfamily #long post #my writing tag #once again this is coming to you live from my phone rip to everyone

[atamascolily]

One thing that I've never seen anyone adequately explain (and rarely if ever comes up in fanfiction) are Walpurgisnacht's trees. What's up with those things, anyway?

They don't seem to fit with either the cogs or the circus motif or anything, they're just kind of... there. So why the arboreal theme? Kinda random, right?

They also seem to persist after Walpurgisnacht herself has vanished.

Seriously, what is this tree doing here??? Why would Walpurgisnacht make these in the first place? They certainly don't show up in Homura's big showdown later on. And okay, fine, maybe Homura intercepted Walpurgisnacht before she could start causing botanical mayhem, but still... their presence in these scenes perplexes me.

It took me a ridiculously long time to figure out the connection, but I think the trees represent branching timelines radiating out from a single point--just like a model of parallel universes. And of course, the fact that its branches are bare and seemingly dead implies that none of these timelines will bear fruit. No life can arise out of the wreckage, just as there is no future for Homura in any of these timelines.

The only other time in PMMM we see this same tree imagery is with Homura. In a scene added for the Blu-Ray (not sure if this is the original series or recap movie), Homura walks through a grove of similar trees immediately after confronting Kyubey about Kyouko's death.

A similar mist appears right before Walpurgisnacht arrives in episode 11, but I don't know if that was meant to be an intentional reference. Regardless, the monochromatic palette in all of these scenes is evocative of depression and despair as the world is literally drained of life, vibrancy, and hope. This is Homura's existence now, trapped in an endless series of loops she cannot break and unable to do anything but keep on fighting.

In keeping with my theory that trees = branching timelines, the next shot immediately afterwards begins to flicker like a piece of film (another recurring visual motif in this series, especially with Homura), eventually resolving into multiple silhouettes of Homura.

After that, we cut to a series of film leaders (the numbered countdown signs), which are yet another visual parallel between Homura and Walpurgisnacht, and one not included in the original TV broadcast.

Similar trees also appear in Rebellion. The first one is in the glass dome where Homura meets with Kyouko, its branches full of bells. Notably, it's by the river, which is likely where the trees from the original series were located (at least the second and third examples above).

The second one is... in Homulilly's skull:

And this is where it gets interesting, because this is immediately after Homura has burst free from her purple-goop-form at Madoka's touch. The tree is either the result of their combined magics, or triggered by it, because it immediately bursts into bloom--the first time we've ever seen one do so over the course of this series.

It's a cherry tree, of course, with all the symbolism that comes with it--full of pink ephemeral flowers (just like Madoka) that bloom on otherwise bare branches. Beauty has emerged from ugliness as the result of Homura's love for Madoka, just as she herself has emerged from her grief thanks to that same emotion--which she will later describe to Kyubey as "more passionate than hope, far deeper than despair".

Thus, it's not surprising that when Homura remakes the world, the first thing we see are blooming cherry trees--even though they were always green and leafy in earlier versions of this scene. The flowers are a symbol for her love even if no one else recognizes it.

So here's the question I wonder about: what would it take for Walpurgisnacht's trees to finally bloom? Or is such a thing even possible in the first place?

#puella magi madoka magica #walpurgisnacht #homura akemi #pmmm analysis

[twisted-sickfics]

Hazy

Something’s wrong and he’s hoping it’s not what he’s thinking it is.

Asmodeus is out on an important meeting (but honestly, Fizzarolli thinks everything Asmodeus does is important) and he won’t be back until later that day. The last thing Fizz would want to do is call him and ruin the meeting. Besides, his stomach is just a little bit upset. He’ll be fine.

It must be something he ate. He doesn’t exactly have the best diet, so that’s very possible. But something about the way his head is starting to feel fuzzy is making him think otherwise.

Worrying about it isn’t doing any good, if anything it’s only making his stomach more upset, but he’s all alone with just his thoughts. What else is he supposed to do?

Lying in bed, he thinks about Ozzie’s strong arms carrying him, his smooth voice soothing the mounting pressure in Fizz’s head. All he wants right now is to be held in his arms so he doesn’t have to worry about a thing. The only time he’s ever felt truly safe is with Asmodeus.

Even then, Fizz isn’t sure he deserves that.

Not only did the fire leave him with a myriad of health issues, some that were resolved within months and some that affect him to this day, but it also damaged his view of himself. The fear, the panic, the insecurity. All of that, he carries with him to this day, made worse by his deal with Mammon.

Admitting weakness is not something Fizz is accustomed to. Not only is he constantly putting on a figurative mask in front of all of Hell and therefore has to be the best version of himself at all times, but the pressure he puts on himself to be perfect is another issue entirely. Asmodeus has told him to his face that it isn’t healthy, but it’s so ingrained in him that he doesn’t know how to stop.

Even in times like these where Fizz should probably definitely be getting some help right now, he doesn’t know if he has it in him to admit just how badly he’s feeling. What would the world think if they saw him like this? What would Asmodeus think?

He’d probably be completely disgusted. He would never want to touch Fizz again if he saw the state he’s in now, sweaty with a slightly ashen complexion.

Earlier this morning, Fizz tried his best to start the day like normal. He got his costume on and began putting on his makeup when he was overcome with a wave of nausea that made him stop in his tracks. He covered his mouth, meekly hoping he wouldn’t vomit on the spot, but thankfully that feeling passed as soon as it came. Strange.

It was when he began practicing his routines that he began to feel worse and worse. He started growing shaky and unusually tired even though he had gotten a surprisingly good amount of sleep the night before. Then, the cold sweats began, followed by the chills that crawl up his spine like spiders.

The nausea was the worst. Every time he thought he was in the clear, it would creep up on him again and leave him nearly gagging but never enough to actually vomit. It was terrible.

Practicing made everything worse. Right after he finished, his stomach began to churn ominously. “Please don’t throw up, please don’t throw up,” he silently begged.

But it was no use. With a gag, he could feel bile pooling in his throat. Fuck, he thought to himself, I need to get to the bathroom. He barely managed to make it in time to vomit right into the sink, clutching onto the sides to stabilize himself.

Fizzarolli retched again, the effort hurting his already-sore throat in the process, bringing up even more stomach acid. Part of him wished Asmodeus were here to offer soothing words and comforting rubs on the back, but another part fears he would be disgusted and never want anything to do with him ever again.

He looked at himself in the mirror and winced at the sight of his pale face with fever-flushed cheeks. He looked absolutely terrible. How could Asmodeus ever love him when he looks like this? How could the embodiment of lust itself ever want him?

And now, Fizzarolli lay in his bed, having thrown up at least three times now (that he can remember through the haze of his fever). The last time was mostly just bile at that point, his body having nothing left in it yet remaining intent on expelling every last bit.

He managed to drink some water, but even that feels like it’s about to come up again at any moment if the uneasy way it’s settling in his stomach is anything to go by.

Yeah, no, it’s definitely coming up again.

Fizz covers his mouth with a hand as he silently gags, trying to get himself out of bed in time to make it to the toilet for the millionth time that day (or at least it feels like it). His stomach is killing him.

He’s puking up the small amount of water he drank earlier when he hears the front door open and his heart stops in his chest. That must be Ozzie. But he can’t be here! Not when Fizz is like this! He has to lock the door or go back to the bedroom or something—

The anxiety makes his stomach cramp and he’s sent retching over the toilet once again. That’s when the bathroom door opens and a deep voice asks, “Fizzy, are you okay?”

The voice sounds concerned, caring almost. He knows it’s Asmodeus’, but it can’t be. He should be disgusted with him, ashamed that his best performer isn’t performing up to par. He should throw him away, not place a gentle hand on his back. Not break off a piece of toilet paper to wipe around his mouth. Not be concerned about whether he’s okay.

“I-I’m fine,” Fizzarolli tries to say as convincingly as possible, though that backfires when his voice cracks from how sore his throat is. “I just…must’ve eaten something bad. I’m really sorry, Ozzie.”

“There’s no need to apologize, my dear,” Asmodeus says with that charming voice of his. For a moment, it makes him feel cared about. “It’s obvious you aren’t feeling well. Tell me, how many times have you gotten sick today?”

Fizzarolli winces because he knows Asmodeus won’t like the answer, but he responds nonetheless with, “I think this is the fourth time.” His face feels hot and he isn’t sure if that’s just from the fever anymore.

Asmodeus makes a disappointed noise that almost brings tears to Fizz’s eyes. Of course he would be disappointed in him. After the first time, he should have gotten it under control. If he was really strong, there wouldn’t have even been a first time. “Have you had anything to eat or drink? Anything at all?”

He sounds hopeful and Fizzarolli doesn’t want to destroy that hope, so he responds, “I drank a little bit of water earlier, but…” It’s self-explanatory, so he doesn’t feel the need to spell it out for him. “I’m sorry.”

“What did I say about apologizing?” Asmodeus asks. “I’m glad you tried to drink some water, at least. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Asmodeus’ strong arms wrap around him and he allows himself to relax for a moment, just thinking about how much he loves his partner. Neither of them have said the big “L-word” yet, but Fizz knows he feels love for Ozzie whether the sin of lust reciprocates it or not. Just thinking about confessing makes his stomach hurt, so he chooses not to dwell too much on it.

Asmodeus lies him down on the bed and places a cool towel on his forehead. “This should help with your fever,” he says, which confirms Fizz’s suspicion about having a temperature. That also confirms that he’s sick and it’s not just something he ate, which strangely makes him feel worse. Being sick means recovering, and recovering means not being perfect.

“How’re you feeling?” the man asks, which snaps Fizzarolli out of it. “If there’s anything I can do to help you feel better, please let me know. I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way.” He plants a kiss on Fizz’s too-hot forehead, which makes him blush even through the fever.

“I’m okay,” Fizzarolli says, which is mostly true. He’s not in any pain at the moment besides a dull throbbing in both his stomach and his head, for which he considers himself lucky. “I’m just…really tired.” He tries to hold back a yawn, but he doesn’t succeed.

“How about you get some rest then, hm?” Asmodeus asks, though he already begins making the room more suitable for taking a nap. “I wish I could stay longer, but I have some work I need to finish up before tomorrow. Do you think you’ll be alright on your own?”

Fizzarolli doesn’t really think so, but he nods anyway, humming affirmatively. “You go, I’ll be fine.” He doesn’t know exactly how true that statement is, but he doesn’t want to hold Ozzie back from his work, especially if it’s something important enough to warrant a deadline. He’ll just try to sleep it off.

“Good,” Asmodeus says, kissing his too-hot forehead. “I’ll be finished by the time you wake up, I promise.” He turns the lights off, wishes him a good rest, and leaves.

Fizz is able to drift off into a restless sleep, one that has him tossing and turning, questioning what parts are real and what are his fever-muddled mind’s way of torturing him. He’s too hot, way too hot, and it’s all too familiar.

He first feels the smoke entering his lungs, followed by the flames licking every surface of his body. It’s hot, way too hot, and he needs to get out—

Waking with a start, Fizzarolli struggles to catch his breath as he takes in his surroundings. It’s his and Asmodeus’ bedroom, the familiar scent of the sheets grounding him. He almost forgets the way his lungs were filled with smoke only moments earlier. He actually feels like he can breathe again.

“I brought you some food,” Asmodeus’ familiar voice says, bringing him back to reality. How long was he asleep for? It somehow felt simultaneously like seconds and years. “I need you to try to eat a little bit, even if it’s not much. You need some food on your stomach.”

He isn’t really sure if food is going to agree with him right now, but it looks like a simple soup with crackers and water. If he’s going to be able to stomach anything, it would be this. “Thanks,” Fizzarolli says, albeit warily.

He eyes the soup and decides to take a spoonful. It’s really good, the flavors light enough to not upset his stomach but rich enough to add depth to the dish. Asmodeus is a surprisingly good chef, if he actually made this himself. It warms him in a way that isn’t unwelcome right now, though he isn’t sure how his fever is doing since before he fell asleep.

“Do you think I still have a fever?” he decides to ask, perhaps against his better judgement. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s the fever he probably has, but he wouldn’t normally be so bold and ask Asmodeus a question that addresses his weakness. He would normally keep it under tight wraps, not wanting to come across as anything less than perfect. That applies to everyone, but maybe the rules can be bent when it comes to Asmodeus.

Asmodeus uses a hand to feel Fizzarolli’s forehead. The imp momentarily relaxes, leaning into the sin’s cool touch. “You still feel really warm,” he responds. “I don’t think your fever’s broken yet. Let’s give it another day and if it hasn’t gone down by then, we’ll take you to see a doctor.”

The thought of seeing a doctor fills Fizzarolli with a feeling akin to both dread and…something else that he’s decided to keep buried deep, deep down. Asmodeus actually cares about him that much? That he would take Fizz to the doctor’s out of genuine concern for his wellbeing? It’s almost impossible. If he were any more alert right now, he might dismiss the notion entirely. But something about being this vulnerable and so desperately wanting to be cared for makes him want to believe it’s true.

A funny feeling arises in his gut, one that he thinks is…hope? That is, until he vomits all of the soup he’s just eaten directly onto the sheets of the bed. Asmodeus jumps a bit in surprise, but he remains by Fizzarolli’s side nonetheless. “It’s alright,” he says, “just let it out.”

He brings up another wave of undigested soup, his face heating in humiliation. He’s just vomited directly onto the sheets, making a complete mess of everything. And he’s wasted the meal Ozzie made specially for him. Tears spring to his eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he says, sounding genuinely concerned. Either Fizzarolli has completely lost his ability to tell when someone’s fucking with him, or he’s actually being cared about right now. He isn’t sure which one is scarier. “We’ll get this cleaned up. I’m very sorry, the soup must have been too much.”

But the soup was delicious, is what he wants to say, but all that comes out is a noise somewhere between a hiccup and a cough, his pained throat finally catching up to him.

“Shh, rest your voice,” Asmodeus says. “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll get rid of the sheets, you stay here. I’ll be right back, my love.”

My love…?

Fizzarolli’s heart swells, hoping that this isn’t just the fever getting so bad it’s making him hallucinate. Did he hear that right?

Asmodeus loves him?

#emeto #sickfic #emetoblr #emeto tw #hell//uva boss

[dreamlandcreations]

Love you more

Jake Seresin x pilot!Reader

Summary: Jake wasn't looking for anything permanent but he was helpless to resist you...

Warnings: a bit of angst, okay this might have become a lot more angsty than I intended, idiots in love, mention of Coyote's almost crash, height difference, crying by the end

It started at the academy. You were a challenge in more than one way. Competition on the job and irresistible temptation otherwise.

You knew Jake Seresin wasn't the relationship kinda guy and you didn't want to be just another fool who fell for his charm and into his bed, hoping it could be more. Because that was the thing, you knew you wanted to be more.

Despite your resolve, you ended up sleeping with him anyway. What took you by surprise was that he wanted more. First, it was just having fun on a regular but soon you became friends and somehow, even though no one knew other than Coyote and maybe Phoenix, you found yourself in a monogamous relationship whether you said it aloud or not.

He could never talk about this stuff and you accepted that, whatever he would give would be enough for you because you were afraid to ask for more. From before, you knew why he was insistent to keep his distance.

The guys teased him about you, that you brushed off his attempts like no one else. One of them said he was losing his game, another remarked that he was awfully determined, and someone else mentioned that he might be in love with you.

"Nah, man. Love is not in the cards for me. My one and only love is flying, that's it." At the sceptical looks, he sighed and explained his reasoning. "Look, I've seen widows and orphans grieve for a husband and father they hardly knew, it's not gonna be me."

They didn't know you heard them, it wasn't your intention to eavesdrop but you heard your callsign and it made you pause and listen in. Later, you found out he was talking about his own father and that explained a lot. It's when you decided to give whatever he wanted a chance.

A few years later, you were still together. The several months you had to spend separated all faded away as soon as you reunited when you were both called back to Top Gun.

Or at least you could push down the longing for a while. You were determined to enjoy what little time you had together before you were sent away again.

Javy tried to talk to you about your relationship with his best friend when he caught a glimpse of longing and saw you hide your pain, a well-practiced manoeuvre that you could manage in a blink of an eye. But he caught it, and having spent the last few months with an absolutely miserable Jake, he decided to do something about you two being idiots.

"I'm surprised he didn't put a ring on your finger the moment you met again."

You frown at him, realising he was not kidding laugh at the idea.

"It's not like that. We are not like that." You sigh, pushing down your feelings again.

"You are an idiot." He states with a stern face.

Laughing at him, you shove his shoulder. "And I know why you are friends with him, asshole."

"I'm serious," he insists.

"So am I." You sigh, looking away for a moment to collect yourself. "His first love would always be flying, I could never compete with that. I accepted that this is all we get. Please, leave it at that."

He complies with your wish. For now.

A few days later Coyote almost dies and as he lies in a hospital bed, waiting for a check-up Jake barges in the door, clearly upset with what happened and rushing to see if he's okay.

After he reassures his friend that he will be just fine, Javy decides to make something good come out of this.

"You know, I could have died today." He starts, satisfied when he sees Jake's jaw clench in a mix of anger and fear. "It could have been you though. It could have been her."

He lets that sink in for a moment before he continues.

"She thinks you love flying more than her. That if she asked for more she would lose you and it's hurting her." You are hurting her goes unsaid. "I was with your cranky ass for the last few months, I know she's wrong. So don't wait until it's too late. Tell her."

Jake is speechless. He leaves after Javy practically kicks him out to find you. During the short drive back to you, his mind is on repeat with one thought.

It could have been her.

As soon as you open the door he crashes into you, kissing you desperately until you have to pull away to catch your breath.

You don't have time to question him before he says the one thing you thought you'd never hear from him.

"I love you." He whispers as he cradles your head in his palms, bending down to look into your eyes.

You both cry and laugh as he leans into another kiss and another and another.

After you separate again you take your chance and say what has been troubling you for a while.

"I was offered a promotion."

"Darlin', that's wonderful." His cheering turns into a frown as he spots yours.

"I wouldn't be flying anymore but I wouldn't be tied to a specific base either." And now he gets it why you haven't told him yet.

"But you love flying. If this is because of me..." You won't let him finish.

"I love flying. I even love flying with you." The adorable 'what's that supposed to mean' expression has you giggling for a moment before you elaborate. "You can be a jackass, Hangman."

He shrugs nonchalantly, basically admitting your fair point.

"I love flying." You repeat, hesitating before you say what you wanted to say for a long time. "But I love you more."

You rendered him speechless for a moment.

"I can't make you give that up for me."

"You are not. It is my decision."

"What if I you didn't have to." You don't understand at first but as soon as you register his meaning you start to protest vehemently.

"No! No, you can't."

"And you can?"

"It's different."

"How?"

When you look away and don't come up with an answer he has a suspicion about your reasons to hold these all back until now. He pleads you to tell him.

"I thought flying was your only love." It's better than more than a whisper but it's enough to break his heart nonetheless.

"I love flying." He guides your gaze back to his. "But I love you more."

And that breaks something in you, your tears return and this time you are nothing more than a sobbing mess in his arms.

He pulls you to the couch while you cry, holding you tight as you let it all out. When you fall asleep right there he just looks at you, feeling terrible for what he put you through while also being happy that you put up with him for so long.

Jake is already trying to figure out what to do to find a solution so you could be together, just like he promised you before exhaustion took over you. He knew one thing he had to do for certain and Javy definitely needs to be the best man for it.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x you #hangman #hangman x reader

[vikkirosko]

Team Stan boys that fall for a female reader that either punched them for being rude to her, or someone else for being rude to them. I think it would be extra funny if they had like a reaction cause reader is short and tends to wear cutesy clothes. You don’t have to do it of course!

Headcanons Fight back

💙 Stan Marsh x fem!Reader 🐶

Stan didn't like conflict. Every time you and Cartman quarreled, he tried to resolve your conflict peacefully. He didn't understand why Eric decided to tease you at all, but you ignored him most of the time. However, this time your patience has run out. Cartman assumed you couldn't do anything to him, but he was wrong. Everyone understood this when you hit Cartman and firmly demanded that he leave you alone and not dare to be rude to you

Stan was surprised by this. He didn't expect you to fight back against Eric. It was as if he saw another person in front of him. Seeing the determination in your eyes, he felt his heart begin to beat faster and nausea set in. It could only mean one thing. He fell in love with you. He fell in love with your determination and he doubted that he would be able to give up the feelings he had for you

Every time you started being around Stan, he felt sick and tried his best to restrain this feeling. He didn't want you to find out about his feelings in such a ridiculous way. He hoped that he would be able to confess his feelings to you in some other way

Stan didn't know exactly how he was going to tell you that he had fallen in love with you, but he was determined. He hoped that his feelings were mutual, because otherwise there could be awkwardness between you. However, he continued to hope that this would not happen. The last thing he wanted was to destroy the relationship that was between

💚 Kyle Broflovski x fem!Reader ✡️

From the very first day you met, Kyle thought you were the one who needed to be protected. You were short and seemed pretty cute. Because of this, some people didn't take you seriously. Cartman became one of those people. He decided that you would be an easy target for his ridicule. Kyle wanted to rush to your aid, but you reacted earlier and hit Eric for his rude words to you

You weren't going to tolerate rudeness, but the fact that you were able to fight back against Cartman made Kyle's heart beat faster. It was as if he saw a completely different person in you and he liked this person. He fell in love with you, with your determined look and your fighting spirit. He never thought that he would fall in love so easily, from just one hit

Kyle tried to hide his feelings, but every time Cartman said nasty things about you, he got angry and started yelling at Eric. Stan quickly understood the reason for this change in his best friend's behavior, but he wasn't going to laugh at him because Kyle fell in love. He was happy for his friend and was ready to help him win your favor

Kyle wasn't sure how to show you his feelings, but he really wanted you to like him. He knew that you were friendly to him, but he hoped that you would be able to spend time together more often and your feelings would become stronger than friendly

❤️ Eric Cartman x fem!Reader 🍪

Eric has been teasing you for a long time. You didn't react to his words and he took advantage of it. He thought you couldn't fight back, but one day your patience ran out. You hit him, outraged by his behavior. You told him everything that you had accumulated for such a long time, after which you left with your head held high. Cartman couldn't even say anything. His friends thought he was shocked that you fought back, but in fact he was trying to calm his wildly beating heart

He couldn't understand why you suddenly aroused such emotions in him. At first he thought it was anger, but pretty quickly he realized that the reason was something else. He fell in love. He couldn't believe that he fell in love with you after you hit him, but he was definitely sure that he was in love with you. He didn't see the point in suppressing his feelings, so he decided to express them in the way he knew how

He continued to insult you, but you stopped being silent. You stopped giving yourself offense, but only those who knew Cartman well understood that he was trying to show his sympathy. They were surprised that Eric fell in love with you, but they could only sympathize with you. Cartman showed his sympathy strangely, but he sincerely tried to attract your attention, even though you perceived it as a manifestation of hostility

Eric understood that so far you perceived him as an enemy, but he hoped that your opinion of him would change. It was the first time he had experienced such a strong crush. He intended to gradually change your opinion of him, in the hope that over time his feelings would become mutual

🧡 Kenny McCormick x fem!Reader 🐀

You and Kenny communicated well thanks to his younger sister. You and Karen were friends despite the slight age difference. Kenny was going to meet his sister to take her to your house, because you and Karen agreed to spend time together, but he saw that a bully was talking to his sister and you. Kenny wanted to rush to your aid, but he saw something that shocked him and made his heart skip a beat. You interrupted the bully's words with a ringing slap in the face

You were shorter than Kenny and didn't look like someone who could fight back, but you shocked the bully with a slap in the face, then reprimanded the bully, outraged by the situation, then took Karen by the hand and took her away from there. Kenny watched this from the side, greatly surprised. He couldn't take his eyes off you, feeling his heart quicken its pace. He had heard of love at first sight, but what he experienced he would rather call love at first hit

It's like you've opened up to him from the other side. Kenny used to see you as someone who needed to be protected, but now he saw that you could stand up for yourself and protect others, and that attracted him. It was the first time he had felt such a strong interest in someone. He wanted to know more about you and what else you were hiding

You were surprised that Kenny started showing interest in you, but you didn't mind. Thanks to Karen, you often spent time together. You didn't mind becoming more than friends with Kenny. Perhaps, for you, he will be the first person to whom you will be ready to reveal the other side of your personality

#South Park #South Park x Reader #South Park headcanons #Stan Marsh #Stan Marsh x Reader #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x Reader #Eric Cartman #Eric Cartman x Reader #Kenny McCormick #Kenny McCormick x Reader

[anewparty]

What’s Wrong With Mike Wheeler?

Words: 1771

Jonathan tries to get Mike to open up—but he may be getting more than he bargained for.

I know the title’s not the best, bear with me. I hope it’s not too OOC either.

...

It’s the third, maybe fourth time that Mike has snapped at someone today, and Jonathan can’t take it anymore.

“Will, go help Argyle in the store.”

They’re at a gas station in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. The desert heat is dry, oppressive, and they all look like they could use a shower and twelve hours of sleep. If he didn’t know any better, Jonathan would chalk Mike’s behavior up to the stress of their situation. But he does know better.

Mike has been acting strange since he got off the plane.

“But Jonathan—”

Will’s eyes are hard as his eyes shift from his best friend to his brother. Just past him, halfway to the door, Argyle looks back at them. He’s noticed too, but in his pause he says nothing.

Will clearly wants to say something—he has more respect for himself than to just let Mike get away with his behavior—but Jonathan needs to do this.

“Will, go.”

After a final look between them, unhappy gaze lingering on Mike, Will leaves.

Jonathan barely registers the chime of the gas station door as Mike moves to get back inside to his seat, and he catches him by the shoulder. Over an instinctive protest, Jonathan says, “No, you’re not going anywhere.” He opens the back door of the van and pushes Mike towards it—not particularly gently, but he’s not rough either. “Sit down.”

Mike sighs like it’s the last thing he could ever possibly want to do, but he complies, and Jonathan takes a seat next to him.

Teenagers.

In a moment of silence, Jonathan looks at Mike. Really looks at him. The exhaustion is clear on his face—but he’s not just tired. There’s something else there, something that has been simmering under the surface since he arrived. He seems emotionally tired. Like there’s a conflict inside him, weighing on him, and all he wants is for it to stop.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on with you? And don't just say you're worried about El because I know that's not all.”

Mike doesn’t even spare him a glance. “Nothing.”

Oh. So it’s going to be one of those conversations.

Jonathan sighs, runs a hand over his face as his feet shift over the fender. It’s been a long couple of days. It’s taking its toll on all of them.

“Yeah, well, the way you’ve been treating people seems to suggest otherwise,” says Jonathan—he’s past the point of sugarcoating anything. “Especially Will.”

There. It’s not obvious, but a flicker of guilt passes over Mike’s face and he looks away. At least he feels bad about it.

Jonathan’s voice goes soft. “He doesn’t deserve that, Mike. He really cares about you.”

“You think I don’t care about him?” Mike says—sudden, angry. His head has snapped to Jonathan, and his brows furrow like he can’t choose between anger, confusion, or annoyance. “He’s my best friend.”

“Then why are you pushing him away? Did something happen? I don’t understand.”

Because this is what Jonathan really wants to know. Because there’s something different about his shortness when it comes to Will.

“No, Jonathan, you don’t! You don’t understand.” He turns away in a huff, into the van, and brings his knees closer to his chest. His legs are too long for him to sit comfortably that quickly, but his arms find a resting place on his knees, and he presses his back into the wall of the van. With resolve, he avoids Jonathan’s gaze.

Jonathan remains quiet for a long moment, turning away from Mike to gaze out at the expanse. There’s no one for miles, except—presumably—whoever works inside the gas station. Argyle and Will have gone in for food, and knowing Argyle’s penchant for snacking and Will’s ability to find interesting things anywhere, he thinks—hopes—that they’ll be in there long enough for him to at least start to get through to Mike.

Plus, he’s pretty sure they want him to talk to Mike just as much as he does.

His silence seems to have been the correct response, because the fight begins to drain from Mike, dissipating off his shoulders and letting his muscles loosen. His face is still anguished as he presses his cheek into his elbow, but his eyes aren’t so cold anymore, and a small sigh escapes him.

“We got into a fight last summer,” he says, quieter than before, eyes on nothing. Jonathan listens attentively, allows him to speak. “I said… I said some things I shouldn’t have. I was… I took my problems out on him. I shouldn’t have.”

“So you’re upset because you upset him?”

“No,” he says, like it makes no sense for Jonathan to have come to that conclusion. “I mean, maybe a little, but that’s not—” He gets more agitated as he goes on, shifting in his spot. “Look, do we have to talk about this right now?”

“I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on, Mike.”

“Nothing’s going on!”

“Bullshit. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong! I’m fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

It’s only now Mike notices the tears. He pauses, then wipes them away angrily—but they keep coming back. “I’m not,” he tries to tell Jonathan, but it doesn’t sound real to his own ears, strangled, like he’s only saying that as if it will get them to stop. The harder he tries, the faster they fall.

Soon, he’s crying into his knees.

“Mike…” Slowly, Jonathan moves opposite him, sits gently against the other side of the van. He wants to be closer, to provide as much comfort as he can, but he gives Mike his space, only stretching out a leg for Mike to know he’s there. And eventually, the heavy breaths and tears begin to subside on their own. When he's no longer hiccuping, Jonathan says quietly, so quietly, "You can tell me. I promise."

After several long, long minutes, Jonathan hears something he never expected Mike to say.

A whisper, muffled in his arms.

“I think I have feelings for Will.”

And a large, gaping pit yawns in Jonathan’s stomach.

Oh.

Jonathan takes a deep breath, head falling as he comes to a thousand realizations all at once, foremost being—This kid needs someone right now, and I'll be damned if that someone isn't me.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding him for El?” he asks softly.

Mike nods—barely—into his arms. “I thought that maybe… maybe with El I could make it go away.” He sniffles, chokes. “But it’s not going away.”

Jonathan’s heart aches. “Mike…”

And Mike looks up at him, eyes shining with fresh tears. “How do I make it go away, Jonathan?”

Jonathan doesn’t quite know what to say.

And so he doesn’t.

Mike stiffens when Jonathan sits down next to him—eyes him warily. Jonathan remains silent. But after a moment, he opens his arms ever so slightly. An invitation.

For a second, a flurry of emotions crosses over Mike’s face—he looks at Jonathan up and down, as if evaluating whether he can be trusted, like Jonathan wouldn’t die for this kid, like he wouldn’t do anything to ease his pain—and it’s only a second longer before Mike’s throwing himself into Jonathan’s grasp.

“Okay, okay,” Jonathan laughs softly, a warmth spreading in his chest where Mike slammed into him. He wraps his arms around the kid and whispers, “It’ll be all right.”

He gives Mike a moment of quiet to allow the tremors to subside, but there is still a little shake in his arms as he starts to talk again. “It’s not going to go away, Mike. You can’t just force things like that. But… it doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

Mike withdraws quickly—he looks up at Jonathan, eyes now wide. They’re still wet, but the tears haven’t spilled back over the dried tracks yet. He looks incredulous, maybe even angry. But not sad. “Not a bad thing? Are you crazy? Jonathan, I’m—”

He looks down. He can’t bring himself to say it.

“It’s not… normal.”

At that, Jonathan laughs, and Mike looks at him as if he’s finally lost his mind. “Look around you, Mike. Is anything normal about our lives? We’re in a pizza delivery van driving from California to Indiana so we can rescue my superpowered little sister from the evil scientists who want to experiment on her. There’s nothing normal about that.”

Mike looks at him like he still can’t quite believe what he’s hearing, but eventually his gaze turns more thoughtful than confused. Jonathan can’t imagine how hard this must be for him, and looking back, everything makes sense now.

Even from Will’s side.

And maybe, that’s why Jonathan doesn’t give Mike a chance to reply. Maybe that’s why instead, he asks him—“Are you going to tell Will?”

Mike stiffens, his eyes growing wide once more. But it quickly devolves back into pensiveness, and his mouth closes against the unsaid protest.

“I don’t know,” he sighs, looking away. And well, Jonathan thinks that’s at least better than a no, so he shifts and grabs Mike’s shoulder, waiting for him to meet his eyes.

“There’s no one way to deal with this, Mike. You can handle it when you’re ready. Just… give Will a little more credit, okay? And cut him some slack. Like I said, he cares about you.”

Mike nods. "Yeah. Yeah. You're right."

And Jonathan can see that the tears are no longer there, can hear that his voice is no longer hoarse. After a moment, the kid sends him a small smile, and it’s all Jonathan needs to see to know that he’s done something. That he’s helped, if only to share the burden of Mike’s secret. It’s too heavy to sit on his shoulders alone.

Jonathan smiles back.

He gives Mike’s arm a final squeeze, and as if the universe were on their side for the first time in their shitty lives, a bell signals Will and Argyle’s exit from the store. Mike takes a deep breath as Jonathan steps out to get back behind the wheel, and the desert air is just a little less suffocating than before.

Argyle’s arms are full of food, a Twizzler hanging comically from his mouth. But he sends Jonathan a glance—eyebrow raised, eyes gentle with inquiry: Everything okay?

And Jonathan, who looks back and sees Mike walk over to Will, apology all over his face; Jonathan, who sees Will smile gently in forgiveness and then in mischief—a peanut flicked right into Mike’s face, a ring of laughter from both sides—looks back at Argyle and nods with a smile.

Yes.

Everything will be okay.

...

Hope you enjoyed! You can read some more of my writing here and here. I’ll be writing a bit more between now and season 4 :) Next is a short Will & Argyle ficlet.

#oh my god i've been working on this for like three hours straight #not counting everything i wrote yesterday #byler #byler ficlet #byler fic #my writing

[hypmicdaydreams]

hi! could i ask for an angst samatoki x f!reader fic about a f!so who struggles with accepting that other people can love her and samatoki ends up yelling at her because he feels underappreciated…but it gets resolved in the end! 😭😭 thank you~~~ please rest well!

Aw, this one was sad, but I did try to give it a comforting ending! Ik you said fic but I ended up writing long hcs so I hope that’s fine anon TT I think I’ve forgotten how to write fics tbh.. still tryna get into the groove of things. But I hope you enjoy this regardless! Hope I was able to do it justice! Ty for the request 💙 you rest well too~

-pairing: samatoki aohitsugi x f!reader

-genre: hurt/comfort

-headcanons

toki absolutely hates the fact that you think you’re incapable of being loved. it irks him so, really

because well, he loves you, and samatoki most certainly isn’t no one

besides, there wasn’t anything he can think of that would make you unloveable! you were strong, bright, pretty, and well, the list goes on and on. it honestly confuses him a lot why you think so, and it annoys him

i mean, you were the love of his life! samatoki wouldn’t have dated you if he hated you

he can’t entirely stand people who wallow on themselves, to be honest. he doesn’t give pity easily, so admittedly, toki does begin getting ticked when you start voicing such thoughts

because first of all, no. you are very much capable of being loved, and samatoki would probably beat anyone up if they said otherwise. he very much needs everyone to appreciate his girl

and secondly, what about him? he loved you. were you doubting him? because samatoki hates that

did he mean nothing to you? all those times he’s cooked you dinner, muttered ‘i love you’s before bed — did they not hold any meaning to you? well, that fucking hurts him so

he loves you a lot. he really does. but god this was so frustrating. he felt so undervalued and under appreciated, as if you couldn’t see how much your boyfriend loved you, what he’d do for you and only you

and well, samatoki isn’t quite good with communication, so the anger definitely builds and it turns into a confrontation more or less

he doesn’t mean to snap — he can never do so with you — but samatoki is hot-tempered. so it inevitably happens one day after a rough day at work and coming home to you. his patience was already thin, and he’s had it by then

why would you even say that?? you can see the hurt in his eyes, how he wears his heart on his sleeve at this very moment. was he not doing enough for you? he already lost nemu; he didn’t want to lose you too, the other important girl to him

it is eye-opening, as frightening as it also was to have your scary boyfriend snap at you (he was something else when pissed, and he never thought you’d be on his bad side, ever)

he was right — he did do a lot for you. everything samatoki did showed how much he loved you. and it’s not as if you didn’t know that, but simply put, anxiety was a bitch

you thought he deserved better, that he’d realize it all one day and just leave. honestly, it was self-perpetuating at this point and hard to break out of — a habit of sorts

but as samatoki just spills himself, how he feels like you can’t see how much he fucking loves you and what he does for you, it does hit you

and even if it simply worsens your anxiety at the moment (it tells you that that’s the exact reason why you’re so unloveable), it does put things into perspective. i mean, samatoki was still with you after all this, and surely that meant he loved you. he wasn’t a man of pity

you do apologize, perhaps getting overwhelmed yourself and explaining all your anxieties and feelings, but samatoki is quick to shut them all down (perhaps in a bit of an overtly aggressive way) and tell you that none of that is true

he loves you a lot, and that was final

samatoki doesn’t get it, but he tries to, to an extent. he doesn’t get your anxieties, and while he tries to be understanding, there’s definitely a limit. he can only do so much before it becomes, well, much

you do have to promise him that you won’t say such things again, that you do realize how much samatoki loves you and how he tries for you

mutter an “i love you too” back at the end of it all though, and samatoki will be content

he’ll sigh and scold you though for saying such stupid shit, but it’s a bit more of a light hearted tone this time

though self-love definitely is a long journey, toki would be by your side, reminding you time and time again how much he loves you

and even if you didn’t love yourself at the current moment, thinking that you were so unloveable, samatoki certainly did. and that would be enough for now

you were loved

#asks #requests #hypmic #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #hurt/comfort #female reader #angst #headcanons #rqs are open again btw!! #first rq back!! #also haven’t written for toki in a while so I hope this was fine!! #he’s honestly a bit harder for me and idk why lol

[brsb4hls]

Thoughts on Sylvie's possible ending and why I don't think it makes sense narrativly to have her end up on her branch by herself.

Mainly because it would be redundant. (The fact that it would be a sad ending of sorts wouldn't stop anyone, shows love to pull that shit for 'emotional impact' or whatever).

But: We've seen her on the timeline, alone, pondering her choices with blues-y background music twice already!

The first time after she left the tva after helping to fight Dox, and the second time after she left the bar.

And both times it was about the same dilemma.

Sylvie's life on her branch is not bad per se. She lives uneventfully, which is what she craved after a life of hiding in apocalypses.

She's sustaining herself, she makes her own choices and she builts connections (to Jack, the barkeeper, the record shop owner).

From the outside that looks like a good life.

But Sylvie is unhappy.

Because someone is missing.

And that someone doesn't fit into her life at the moment and vice versa.

Sylvie's dilemma is that she still has a fundamentally different way of seeing things, then Loki.

Loki's sense of responsibility is tied to control and tactics, Sylvie's is about helping people when it's needed, but without interfering otherwise.

And she is still caught between her beliefs and missing Loki.

Sylvie is all about freedom of choice and freedom in general. (The tva took people's choice away in the first place, so she sees that part differently then Loki, who thinks they should be able to chose between their time line lives and the tva).

And she cannot arrange herself with supporting the tva as an oppressive institution just to be with Loki.

Sylvie hoped for Loki to 'chose' her over the system, after he suggested building a life with her in the void ('why don't we figure it out together?') and he didn't. Not at that time.

She is hurt by that decision and emotionally closes herself off, but let's herself be dragged back when people are in danger.

And she challenges Loki's choice, but he doesn't react the way she wants.

'Do you care about anything but the tva?'

Loki has the same conflict. He wants to stay with the people he already formed connections with and take responsibility for potential threats (that's not erased by him admitting that he does not want to be alone).

But he also wants Sylvie there.

He seeks her out, he asks her to stay, he asks her to help.

And in the pie conversation scene he shows his frustration over her decision.

The scene does not lead to a full resolution. So when Sylvie confronts him at the bar, he does not include her in his confession of not wanting to be alone, because he most likely considers it pointless. That's when Sylvie gets up and leaves, because she is too hurt to deal with it.

Sylvie and Loki are constantly circling each other, without truely approaching the other one.

If the show does not resolve that issue and just puts Sylvie on the time line again, with a bitter sweet ending where she's 'free but at what cost?' it would be redundant and undatisfying.

We saw that already and it sucks for her.

So she needs something else.

If she decides to overcome her hurt, dares to be vulnerable and works with Loki in the end, her believes have to be taken into account.

It cannot end with full control over other people's lives for her.

That interview, that points out that everything Loki says matters and that everything Sylvie says matters? That's a clear hint that her pov is just as critical to the solution as Loki's.

My initial thoughts at the beginning of season two where about Loki becoming the omnipotent ruler of the time lines and Sylvie being on her branch.

But that would be onesided.

They are both gods. They are both powerful.

There needs to be a compromise of some sorts for a satisfying ending.

At least that's what I want and hope for. Every other outcome is possibly, but it wouldn't sit right with me.

The only other 'solution' that would fit the narrative, but that I would hate personally, would be to restore Sylvie's branch, prevent her from getting taken in by the tva and have her live a normal life on Asgard.

While erasing the Sylvie we knew.

While that still wouldn't fully work, since she could still exist as a variant given the time line logic of the tva, I could see them pulling it off, because it would be fair to 'little Sylvie' so could be considered 'happy', while still being 'sad' because of erasing 'our' Sylvie.

Didn't Martin talk about 'bitter sweet'?

We'll see.

#loki #loki disney+ #loki spoilers #sylvie #loki speculation #sylvie speculation #I'm so invested in that character I really want her to be taken seriously by the narrative #I'm still exited for Loki's arc oc but I do crave balance #welp can't have everything

[buddiebeginz]

I don’t know that episode left me feeling kind of disheartened. It’s not because I expected Buck and Eddie to make out or even have a feelings realization but I think one of my biggest issues is the episode felt a bit rushed and all over the place. This may be because Tim said they’ve been rewriting things close to the eps being completed so maybe that’s why it feels off. But like the coming out scenes felt really rushed. And I’m not saying we needed traditional coming out scenes but I wanted more.

I also feel like Maddie for as observant as she is particularly of Buck would have picked up on his attraction to guys sooner. You expect me to believe she’s been around Eddie and Buck and never thought something else was going on there? She’s the one who called it a boy crush. In general I haven’t really liked any of the scenes with her and Buck in the past two eps. I just feel like she usually listens and is so comforting to him and the vibe of these scenes are coming off more humorous than anything. Like when she told her 14 year old girl story in the previous ep. I like when Maddie and Buck are silly together but I think these scenes are just missing the emotional bump their scenes usually have.

I especially feel like the Buddie loft scene was rushed. This is not just because I ship them this that they mostly talked about Tommy and Marisol and nothing from the previous ep was addressed. I feel like the least they could have done was a line in there to have Buck say this is why I was acting the way I was the other day.

Tbh the first three eps of this season I thought were great but I haven’t been feeling these last two. I’m ecstatic that we have bi Buck now and I’m still hopeful Buddie will happen eventually but I’m not liking how they’re writing their friendship right now.

I really want them to address the distance between them that was brought up in the previous ep and Eddie’s line of “when you meet someone and you just click” and how it was so clear Buck thought of Eddie. Plus even in 701 Eddie was blowing Buck off to spend time with Marisol and then Tommy comes along and he’s all about Tommy. I just don’t like a lot of the writing choices they’re making for Eddie now. Like I have my theories on why he’s acting this way towards Buck but without them actually talking or giving has any clue to how Eddie is feeling it doesn’t matter.

I’m glad Eddie was supportive of Buck coming out and I love that we had another hug but I wanted them to talk and look at each other like we’ve had in the past. Think about the will scene or “there’s no one I trust with my son more”.

I just think Buck telling Eddie he likes guys should have been a bigger deal. I get that they’re trying to normalize coming out as just this regular thing you tell your friends but as a queer person myself it’s also still a huge deal when you finally feel ready to tell people. I just wanted it treated more like the important moment it was. Eddie was just basically like you like guys cool. Go call Tommy. And then gave him a quick hug and left. I also wonder if that brother line was originally in that scene with the hug and they cut it.

Like I said I am still hopeful for Buddie but when they do things like make Buddie so at odds like they were in 704 and then don’t do anything on screen to resolve that it just feels like they don’t care about the ship friendship or otherwise.

I know someone will read this and say I’m just being negative or what am I talking about Buddie had three separate scenes together in this ep clearly they care. I’m thankful for all the Buddie we get but I also want the writers to not just slap them on screen for the hell of it but to really develop their story. A lot of stuff happened in 704 that was just not addressed at all and I feel like never will be. The show doesn’t even let Buck and Eddie talk about the shooting or the will so I’m doubtful they’ll talk about when Buck wanted Eddie’s attention so bad he almost broke his ankle. Which btw it was Eddie’s attention he was after that’s what was happening in the ep and if Tim and the writers intention was something else they did a poor job of executing that.

I guess we’ll see where the rest of the season goes. The wedding ep looks exciting but this ep kind of reminded me I need to rein back in my expectations with 911. I’m still happy and surprised we got bi Buck but even if we don’t get canon Buddie I don’t want Buddie’s relationship to suffer. Like that scene we had in 701 where Buck was talking to Chris about dating and Shannon and Eddie was listening (where they felt like a real little family) just feels like a whole different season to me.

#911 spoilers #buddie #911! #911 7x05

[starbylers]

Hi. Can you tell us how do you believe byler will happen in s5 in the most realistic way? How the love triangle will be resolved?

Hi :) I usually hesitate to make specific s5 predictions because I have a feeling it will be different from what any of us expect so I don’t want to pretend I’ve got all the answers. That being said:

These are my general thoughts/predictions going into season 5:

First, I think it’s likely El will spend a lot of time bonding with Lucas (because of Max–didn’t Caleb allude to this already?), and probably Hopper too. I think she’s really going to come into her independence and realise Mike’s ‘love’ isn’t doing anything except holding her back. We see throughout the series that her character develops when she is not with Mike and stagnates/regresses when they are dating. With her parental figure returned to protect and support her, and newfound determination to achieve her goal i.e. save her best friend (something Mike’s ‘love’ couldn’t help her do), she really has like…not much need for him? I think El got what she thought she wanted (Mike’s confession), only to find it wasn’t what she really needed (it didn’t help her win in the end), and she’s going to be processing this come s5.

I think Mike will recognise that El is pulling away and direct his attention to the person who actually does need him: Will. We already see the beginnings of this in ‘2 days later’: El isolates herself in her old room, clearly not happy, and Mike chooses to comfort Will instead of going to her. Same pattern as in the final shot: El walks away from Mike, alone, and he stays by Will’s side.

Mike and Will are likely going to spend a large chunk of the season together. This has been foreshadowed (‘We have to kill him’/‘We will’, them paired in the final shot). Will is probably going to find himself in danger early on (he’s the supernatural focus of the season and it’s confirmed they are jumping straight into the action), which will bring the return of s2 Mike in full force.

I think we will get a lot of romantic tension, and references to their history to remind the audience how special their relationship really is. And most crucially: the gradual unveiling of what’s really going on in Mike’s head—probably while he himself is coming to terms with all of it—so the audience can begin to piece together why he’s changed so much since s3. I’m not sure how they will do this (more explicit pining? Vecna? Mike confiding in someone else?) but it’s really important otherwise Will is going to look like a second choice.

Thinking about the break up, mid-season is most likely to me because I just don’t believe Mike or El are quite there yet in their arcs for an early season split. Imo, Mike still needs to process that his ‘feelings’ for El are rooted in attachment/codependency (though I do think on some level he is aware that he’s not actually in love, which is why he did everything in his power to avoid the word—friends don’t lie), which will naturally happen when he starts to accept that how he feels for Will is what love is supposed to feel like. El also needs time to fully understand that she’s better off without their ‘romance’. The time-skip is a mystery to me, but I think Mlvn have to break up before it happens. (If their relationship makes it another two years and then Byler happens, Will is again going to look like a second choice and no-one is going to buy it).

As for how the break up would actually go down, I can’t be sure but I hope it will be amicable and light-hearted (maybe even a bit funny like an ‘I dump your ass’ callback as I think El is most likely to initiate), just one of those things that feels inevitable when it happens as they’ve both been spending time apart and prioritising other people and realising they’re actually happier that way. That would make sense if everything I have said up to this point is how it happens. Of course it could be more dramatic, but I think either way it will be emotional and end with them hugging it out.

After that…I don’t think we have enough to go off for any solid theory. But what I personally believe is that there will be a very dramatic confession scene for Mike and Will. I’m talking like Max’s running up that hill scene level of drama. Flashbacks and everything. I just think there will have been way too much build up and if they’re going to go for Byler, they really need to commit to it. I think it’s going to be one of them trying to save the other's life.

I obviously do think they will have quieter moments after though—maybe this is when they kiss. And I truly don’t believe El is going to be heartbroken over Mike and Will. I think by the time anything happens between them, El will have come to terms with how incompatible her and Mike were. I am of the belief that El likes the idea of Mike more than she actually likes/wants Mike. I don’t think she will struggle to move on once she realises this. Honestly I kind of hope the three of them can laugh about it in the end because that would be so healing to see.

That’s how I see it generally, but like I said I leave room for myself to be proven wrong and I’m always open to different interpretations (especially about Mike). Also, I don’t really see it as a love triangle? I mean it is one, in the technical sense. But I think that implies Mike is going to be ‘choosing’ between Will and El, and I really don’t think that’s the story here. I think for Mike it’s a story of realising it’s okay to be who you are (in a general sense and about his sexuality), and with that comes accepting who the right person for you actually is. Hope this answers your question!

#byler #anti mileven

[charg3rs0ck3t]

Loser

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Tw: angst, pure angst, Death, grief, this is literally the only angst I have where they have a good relationship the whole time.

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‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

What a load of shit. The only thing absence gave you was a broken heart and unfixable trauma.

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To become an avenger you had to have nothing to lose. To lose was to be weak. You must have lost to know pain, to know suffering, to understand why they do what they do.

You knew pain, abandonment, death, suffering.

But above all else you knew power.

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The avengers found you, they stood before your small tattered form , adorning shining cloaks and sturdy facades. At first they were blinding, glistening rays of hope, laid stark among the dying embers of what was once your home, your haven and solitude.

But now it was all gone.

All because of you.

A shorter woman stood out most of all, not intentionally, mind you, but it was just in the way she held herself. Her eyes speaking of pains and truths, of real empathy and understanding. She smiled solemnly once she caught your gaze, and so did you.

Grasping her outstretched hand brought nothing but warmth to your soul. You were going to be safe. At least, as safe as someone who’s trying to save the world on a daily basis can be.

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Natasha was nothing but kind. She was a friend, she had her moments of sarcasm, of rebellion and disapproval, but she was never harmful.

Waking up every morning soon became exciting, because you knew you would get to see her.

Walking into the kitchen at the ass-crack of dawn was a sure place to catch a glance of her half rested slump.

“G’morning” she half-mumbled out, only just acknowledging your presence. She was your roommate, after everything had happened with Thanos and the snap, you decided it was best to stick together.

“Sup loser.” you teased, grinning, content in watching her groan into a fluffy pink blanket. She looked gorgeous in the morning sun, she was your second chance at life but damn if she didn’t look like heaven.

You hadn’t realise you had been staring until she cleared her throat and laughed. Embarrassed, you chuckled and moved to take the seat next to her. “Sleep well?” You idly chattered, she nodded.

You passed the time mostly with quips and melodramatic monologues, many of which were solemn nostalgia of your family, the avengers, of whom you both dearly missed.

Waking up to Natasha was a blessing, but you would give anything to wake up in avengers tower again, to hear loud hollers of some Asgardian tune, to smell burnt bacon and to hear crashes and yells of a fight yet resolved.

Thinking about it brought tears to your eyes, you’d hardly realised you’d began crying until you were knelt on the floor being cradled in warm arms. A distant cooing slowly lulling you from your thoughts.

“I know.”

It was all you needed, because it let you know this pain wasn’t yours alone. That you weren’t alone, that you never would be again, Because she promised.

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A ding from Natasha’s burner phone broke you both out of your mundane routine. You had only just sat down to eat lunch when it had rung through the otherwise silent apartment, But whatever it said had Natasha on her feet faster than you’d ever seen her move.

“There’s a chance!”

There it was, there was a chance you could get them back, and you both were going to do whatever it took.

The last battle had devastated you, all power useless to preventing what had happened, and so you had trained all this time. You made sure to be physically prepared this time, but with gain comes sacrifice, you had neglected training your emotions, but you knew you’d always have Natasha to get you through them.

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You all had hope, you all finally had hope. Tony had agreed to help and you knew, you knew that everyone would finally come back. Life would go back to how it was.

Natasha seemed distant, always in her head these days. She was before but this was different. She seemed to try to push you away and it was hurting you both.

She had walked past you with a cold distance in her eyes and honestly, you had had enough. So you trapped her wrist and turned her around.

“Alright loser, what’s up? I can’t keep seeing you like this and you can’t keep pushing me away. We need to talk! You need to talk! I haven’t heard you say a word in days, I miss you! I can’t watch you do this to yourself!”

Her mouth sat agape as she tried to stutter out some half-arsed excuse, but you were not having it. So you both stood there, glaring into each others eyes, one of you was going to break and it wasn’t going to be you.

Instead, she started crying, it was only a few tears at first but then her body began to shake and jolt. Knowingly, you caught her before she fell to the ground, holding her in your arms.

“I know..” you said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you.” Her sobbing had died down and she nodded at your words.

“I just feel terrible,” she sniffles out. “I thought I should be happy, things are gonna go back to the way they are… but what if I don’t want that? It’s selfish.. but I like us! I like it just being us and that’s all I need!”

Holding her damp cheeks in your hands, you gazed into her eyes.

She was…

She was telling the truth.

You realised it as soon as she began to lean in, faces soon meeting in a salty kiss. Short, but passionate, it was the beginning of a wordless pact, that you’d always have each other.

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If you’re honest, you don’t know how either of you ended up on this drab planet. You were searching for a stone among a barren wasteland, but you were together and that’s what mattered.

Climbing the mountain, you both were silent, basking in each other’s presence to avoid the dreary reality of your surroundings.

Reaching the top, you both came to terms with how wretched the place was. You had no time to mourn, no time to say goodbyes. You knew natasha would try and sacrifice herself and you couldn’t let her.

So you threw yourself towards the edge, going into free fall for a moment before you felt her latch onto your wrist and swing you behind her back.

She tackled you to the floor, cradling your form.

“You can’t do this, you can’t leave me!” She yelled.

“Neither can you! I can’t do this without you!” You hollered back. Sobs wracked both of your bodies by this point.

You both sat, backs against a large stone, crying. One of you had to go.

She leaned in, something she’d done many times after the first kiss. But you knew this one wasn’t just in the passion of your love, this kiss was too much, she was trying to say goodbye.

But you realised too late, she had already trapped you where you sat and as you struggled she smiled solemnly.

“Natasha.. Natasha no! Please ‘Tash! Please if can’t be you! Please! Please don’t do this to me! I love you!” But to your pleas she simply shook her head.

“I love you too Золотце, don’t you ever forget that!” She yelled.

There you sat. Helpless, once again as everything you’ve come to love is crashing down around you.

You’re forced to watch as she throws herself over the edge, smiling at you with tears of her own brimming in her eyes.

With one last wave to you, she steps back and you scream.

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The next thing you remember was a cold bed and the smell of sterile air.

In your grief you had escaped your bound and tried to throw yourself down to be with your lover. But the magic wouldn’t let you die. Climbing the mountain time and time again, throwing yourself off just to be met with her mangled corpse and the reality of all of it.

You managed to get home, you don’t know how. You could barely walk, barely breathe. She was dead, she was dead and you were alive and everything was gone.

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Once the fight was over and everyone returned, nothing was normal, nothing was right. The lost got funerals, the living moved on. But you were stuck, stuck in that helpless moment where you could do nothing to save the love of your life, where you watched her last moments and did nothing. You didn’t fight hard enough, you didn’t yell enough, you didn’t love her enough. Nothing you did was enough, because she was dead and you were here.

She died so you could live, but she never realised how meaningless life would be without her.

A loser who would never know how much it meant to lose-her.

#marvel fic #marvel angst #avengers #avengers endgame #black widow #black widow x reader #angst #natasha romanoff #Natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader angst #marvel x reader angst #x reader angst #x reader

[daisyvisions]

Thoughts dump - jealousy

5SOS have a lyric that goes "So who you been callin’ ”baby”? Nobody could take my place" and just imagine how hot that could be coming from one of the members.

This is how I imagine trying to rile Lee line up at a group outing going.

Friend with Benefit Sangyeon

Your attempts to rile Sangyeon up seems to be backfiring on you. He'd outwardly seem so unbothered and that's because, for the most part, he would be. He knows at the end of the day, you'd be under him, begging for him to tear you apart. You'd be over him as he fucks up into your overstimulated body. It's his name that your neighbours know. Because no one fucks you better than him. But that's just for the most part. He wouldn't be fully unfazed seeing you with another man. Especially not when he knows you're doing it on purpose. In fact, when he first notices you entertaining these guys, he's tempted to fuck you against the wall for everyone to see. But he doesn't. Instead of making a big scene like you'd thought, Sangyeon would pull you against him, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks in a low tone, "you sure you want to keep that up?" Something about his voice, daring you further. And, knowing his eyes will be on you for the rest of the evening, maybe you do take him up on the challenge. After all it's go big or go home right? And you're hoping to do both. The second you're both alone, you jump on him, attacking him with a heavy kiss which he reciprocates. You whine as he pulls away, chasing his lips, but he grabs hold of your cheeks, keeping your face in place and asks, "Now, who were you calling baby?" His other hand slips into your pants, and his eyes raise in mock surprise as he feels the effect he has on you, "that's right, darling, we both know nobody could take my place." His fingers teasing you, "knew we'd end up like this. Who else would make you feel this good, hmm?" Commence the long night of rough (yet somehow gentle) sex with Lee Sangyeon.

Boyfriend Juyeon

Juyeon, however, would snake his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he smiles, "Hey sweetheart, I've been looking for you" and that's enough to send a message to the other guy but Juyeon latches his teeth onto the nape of your neck for good measure, making you gasp in pleasure. As soon as the guy leaves, Juyeon lets go and guides you back to your group of friends. He doesn't say anything about it, a smile on his face as you're both pulled into separate conversations that you barely remember. Jueyon does so good at keeping his cool, you almost think he's forgotten. But the way that he'd stayed by your side for the rest of the evening clearly says otherwise. In the elevator ride up to his home, he says, "you look beautiful, tonight" before you can thank him, he adds "but I'm sure you knew that. Everyone made sure of it." He was very much bothered. Good. "Juyo-" you're cut off by the lift doors opening and him dragging you to his door. The second you're both in and the door closes behind you, you try again, "Juyo, baby," but that appears to be the wrong thing to say. Or maybe the very right thing if you consider the way his resolve comes crashing down as he pushes you against the door, fervently kissing your lips. His hand at some point would have made there way to your throat with the other at your waist as if to keep you in place. Your own, tangled in his hair and gripping on his shoulder tightly to keep you from falling. "Heard you call him baby," He'd mumble against your lips. You can barely register his words properly, you're so needy for him and Juyeon knows so, he'd bite gently, and as you part your lips almost immediately for him, he'd pull away tugging at your bottom lip gently before continuing, "that's my place. No one else's."

On-and-Off Hyunjae

Imagine you and Hyunjae have a somewhat tumultuous relationship in that you're constantly on and off again. A modern day Jelena as Kevin or Eric may be inclined to call it. You guys are doing a good job at staying on until you both got into a really stupid argument and surprise, surprise: off, you are! Typically during your off-periods, you guys still have angry sex but you're both feeling a bit too proud to call the other this time. And so you're stuck in this weird loop. You're meant to be seeing your friends and you know Hyunjae will be there so you decide, you'll make him come to you using any means possible. Hyunjae would hate it. He'd be seething at the sight. At first, he tells himself he doesn't care when he sees you talking with another guy. After all you're not together, why should he care. But when he passes by and hears the all too familiar pet name slip out, his heart softens. That is, until he realises it's not him you're calling baby. Oh no, then he is glaring daggers at the man on the receiving end. If only he could see that this was what you wanted, maybe he'd control himself a bit better. Instead, he stalks towards you. Before you can even register what's happening, his lips are practically swallowing you up as if you're the last meal on earth. As you realise what's happening though, you gladly respond with equal fervor. When he pulls back, his face is practically dripping in your saliva as he says "hey baby," his voice all too sweet, yet you could taste the venom in it. If your new friend hasn't disappeared by this moment, Hyunjae would probably be the type to fake innocence with a "who's this" or even "sorry, did I interrupt?" He doesn't really care for the answer and so, the next second, he's dragging you away. Now, with Hyunjae, there are various ways this could go. He strikes me as the kind of guy who, if pushed far enough, would just bend you over the hood of (hopefully) his car and take you there - maybe even in the car if the area isn't secluded enough and he's not lost all sense of clear judgement. Otherwise, he'd drive you back to yours or his, knuckles white from how tight he's grasping the steering wheel. "Who else have you been calling baby, hmm?" You'd be damned if you didn't take the chance to (successfully) push his buttons further. At every stop light, his hand would make swift work of teasing you, bringing you one step closer to the edge and then five steps back as he resumes his driving. It's almost a silent rush, except the occasional curse that would fall from his lips at any delay. When you're in the building, the way this man would be on you like an animal. He'd probably have you against the window, but only because he knows that despite being on full display, no one would be able to see the body he lays claim to. "I'm going to ask one more time, love," his voice would be low in your ear, "who else have you been calling baby?" It doesn't matter what you answer because Hyunjae will decide that you need to be taught a lesson, and so the spanking shall ensue. "Bet none of them have seen you like this-so needy, so filthy," when you confirm, his ego inflates that much more, "I think it's time we remind you why nobody can take my place."

These don't need individual replies or replies at all - just thought it could be a fun/nice thought dump.

☕️

...these are really good ideas wtf? 😩 esp the hyunjae one too phew 😮‍💨 he would be the type to do that to you and Sangyeon's please the way I would do anything to get him to notice me and get him to not be unfazed 😵‍💫

anon, have you ever considered writing? like even on your own time because I love these ideas so much I would read them all in a heartbeat if you ever posted them as fics 😭

#whatever you're drinking to give you this kind of creative thoughts... I want some of it too #Daisy’s ☕️💐

[louvay]

Since we are talking about braids! Fee, braiding Arthur 3 lines~

“Almost finished up here Artie,” the pegasus knight proclaimed, excited to show off the braids she entwined within her partner’s ever so long hair. Arthur grumbled at the nickname she gave him yet had to keep himself seated still otherwise his initial worries would be proven correct. “You sure know how to tend to hair despite yours being short,” he stated to her sincerely, hoping she wouldn’t take it the wrong way. “Do you give braids to Annand as well?”

“Oh nah. Pegasi have sensitive manes so you’d be bothering them if you try to pull it in anyway. And besides… I actually used to have mine long too,” Fee responded rather awkwardly and could’ve swore Arthur chocked up from shock after she revealed that fact. “Really?” he asked as Fee hummed. “It was a long time ago, back when I was a page. See, me and the other trainees used to spar with each other as part of our training routine and I’d always trip up when my hair used to swing sideways, getting me off balance when holding a lance. Used to even cry too when I hit the ground,” she sighed, remembering the rougher parts of her adolescence. “So one day, I decided to shorten it down to where I’d look no different than Cedsy and boy did it work! Sure my mother got the jitters when she saw me like that at practice but I managed to graduate into becoming a cadet in no time. Never regretted it ever since,” she spoke with an aura of pride in her words and Arthur was impressed hearing such an act of resolve from her. “Huh, I guess you were quite the different person back then, eh Fee?”

“You can say that much but what about you? Did you always have hair that long or is it just a fashion statement you picked up?” Fee asked in return. “Oh… well…” Arthur cleared his throat before explaining himself. “I used to have short hair, it kinda looked a bit like Scathach’s now that think about it. But I didn’t know anything about maintaining it since well, someone else would do it for me…” Fee was about to assure to him that he shouldn’t continue speaking if it would bother him but Arthur tried to lighten up the mood in his own way. “Heh… it’s funny. You’d think having loose hair that covers most of your shoulders would make for some poor camouflage in the snow but it seemed to work fine for me back then. Might’ve been because of the color of it…” he stated that much as he laughed faintly. “Yeah… maybe it would. But hey, at least you’ve come a long way from that, right?” Fee remarked to him with a gentle yet peppy smile. The pat on the back from her was this time appreciated by Arthur. “I guess so. We’ve both come quite far from where we were haven’t we?” Arthur responded, this time more livelier now, as he pointed towards the rack where Fee had hung her Falcon knight armor on. Her aunt and mother would no doubt be proud of her. “Yup, we sure have!”

#fe4 #flashfic #arthur #fee

[razorblade180]

A new lens

Nahida:*peeks in* How are we today?

Scara:*laying down*…..

Scara:Are you just gonna stand in the doorway?

Nahida:*happily walks in* Yaaau, progress!

Scara:I’m just bored.

Nahida:Tiny steps still lead to epic journeys. I was hoping I could potentially offer you a sort of olive branch; a potential way to help you with yourself.

Scara:Is this the part where you tell me the benefits of meditating?

Nahida:Oh no. If anything I think you’ve been left alone with your own thoughts for too long. It’s like telescope stuck in one setting;.

Scara:You want to add more perspectives…

Nahida:*claps* Exactly, I knew you’d get it. Although…I’m aware this might be a bit upsetting.

Scara:Don’t bead around the bush.

Nahida:You know…Beelzebub could’ve killed you? But…she didn’t.

Scara:*sits up* What?

Nahida:Logically speaking, what do you do with dangerous tools, substances, or any items that don’t work? Any careful person would make sure nobody else could ever get it. Be it for their safety or fear of potential problems. There’s also plenty of cases of broken things getting taken apart and reused because their valuable materials. There’s no mistaking many things about you are valuable, yet she didn’t take you apart.

Scara:Are you saying I should be thankful to her by not killing me!?

Nahida:No, that’s out of question! How you choose to feel about her is ultimately your decision and I would never tell you otherwise. After all, the sages kept me alive, but I suspect it had more to deal with the akasha, and the fact even the death of a weak god can leave catastrophic wounds on the area and people. Much like the God of Salt. Keeping me alive was most likely the only reasonable option…

Scara:…Are you saying it was unreasonable for me?

Nahida:Strictly in a logical sense, I can’t see a concrete reason. She made you, so unmaking you is within her power. However, not everything people do is logical. Here’s my new lens for you. The Electro Archon may have not seen your worth as a vessel, but your life itself was worth living.

Scara:….

Nahida:I can’t claim to know here thought process specifically, but I thought it was worth mentioning to you. If anything is true, it’s that Beelzebub want’s Inazuma to last and be safe. Leaving you unchecked as she did is strange.

Scara:I’m weak to her. To her I’m no threat she could resolve in a heartbeat no doubt.

Nahida:Yet the idea of letting you potentially be a problem, especially with all you’ve currently done, is a bit counterproductive to her goals.

Scara:….

Nahida:I’d like to one day ask her myself, or perhaps you’ll find yourself one day asking her. It’s possible she herself might not have a true answer, which would only make me feel more certain of mine. No matter your intended purpose, your life itself, it’s right to exist, it never lost it worth to keep doing so. So…I hope you’ll one day treat your life better.

Scara:It…sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself more than me.

Nahida:Hehe, I can see why’d you might say that. I don’t think I’ll ever say the last 500 years were wonderful, but I still learned, met people, grew, and saw it through to something new. Even if I wished for better circumstances, I’ll never regret what I gained through it all. Those will never be worthless, because they made me, me. *smiles* I think there’s beauty in that because I’m still here and can grow into anything I want to be!

Scara:….*lays down* I want to go to sleep.

Nahida:Okay. Honestly I think I might’ve said more than I meant to, but it’s just nice talking you; putting my own thoughts into words is nice. *walks away*…..I think you still grow too. Sweet dreams. *closes door*

Scara:Tsk….she really does..talk a lot.

#genshin impact #nahida #scaramouche

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

Midnight Talk

Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Mammon, Beelzebub Challenge: @ombrotherlylove2023 day 6, Beel & midnight snacks. Late as usual. Word count: 785 Summary: Beel was clearing out the fridge at night when he heard a sound… and found Mammon trying to hide from Lucifer. But Mammon seems to be really down, so he's a bit worried. .

Beel was rummaging through the fridge again at night, hoping that it wouldn’t wake Lucifer and get him in trouble. At least now. In the morning everyone definitely discovers that all food disappeared mysteriously, but that was not a problem for now.

A sound startled him and he froze for a moment, but only for a second before resuming chewing on not exactly fresh bread, the last remaining piece of anything potentially edible. Good that the camouflaging spell started wearing out, otherwise he wouldn’t have found it.

He froze again.

This time he was certain that his ears weren’t playing tricks on him and he definitely heard a muffled sniff.

It was coming from one of the cabinets on the other side.

He put the last slice of the half dried bread in his mouth and headed towards the general area of the sound. If he remembered correctly, that was the cabinet he emptied from any stored food two days ago, so potentially it could fit a person. Maybe not as tall as him, but one of the shorter brothers might have indeed gotten stuck there. A burglar would be unlikely considering how well warded the house was.

He opened the cabinet and found one of his brothers indeed as expected. Mammon, curled squished into the small space of the bottom shelf, immediately turned to the wall but Beel could still see that he was biting on his lip.

“So it was you,” Beel concluded.

“...”

Mammon gave him a side glance.

“Don’t tell Lucifer…” both started, but neither finished the sentence. And probably not telling Lucifer wouldn’t prevent him from finding out anyway, whether it was about the fridge or overdrawn credit card.

“Why are you hiding there?” Beel finally asked.

“...just felt like doing that,” Mammon grumbled in reply. “I definitely didn’t hide because I thought at first it was Lucifer.”

“...”

“I DIDN’T.”

“Lucifer will wake up if you keep screaming.”

That shut Mammon up.

“Let’s get you out first.”

With some effort Beel managed to get Mammon unstuck and free him from the cabinet prison he put himself in.

He didn’t seem like his usual plucky self though, uncharacteristically subdued, he was avoiding Beel’s stare and trying very hard to keep a blank face, which - as usual in his case - wasn’t working particularly well.

“Why are you up at this hour?”

“Just because!”

Mammon looked away even more obviously.

“If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to,” Beel assured him. “I’m finished here so I’ll go back to my room.”

But Mammon grabbed his sleeve.

“I found one of those dolls that Levi missed,” he said quietly, still avoiding looking Beel in the eyes. “I was planning to get him one for his birthday… but I had a bit too little so went to invest and win some more in the casino…”

“And then you lost it all?”

Mammon nodded, ashamed. He let out another muffled sniff, trying to hold back but not exactly succeeding.

“...I was trying to win it back for the whole night.”

“Can’t you find another modelling gig?”

“I took all that was available already. I lost it all.”

Beel thought for a moment. He was never one to come up with solutions - it was always someone else with ideas how to resolve a problem. Beel usually simply followed others’ plans and didn’t think much about it. He was used to it - it was always like that, here in the Devildom or in the Celestial Realm before they fell.

But maybe he had something Mammon could latch onto.

“I think you should ask Asmo. He was complaining all day that he wanted to back out of some Deviltube deal.” Beel patted Mammon’s shoulder. “Some paid partnership or something like that. They asked him to find someone in his place, on last minute. MC has a popular channel too and will probably agree to take up the deal if you ask them.”

“We’d have to split the gain though… might not be enough.”

“But you will be able to buy a present. Without money you can’t buy any.”

Mammon let out a hum in agreement. Beel helped him to stand up and albeit Mammon didn’t seem to really feel much better, he did look a bit less worn out as if it gave him at least a splinter of hope to patch up the situation.

It was on him anyway. Beel shared the information that could help, but what to do now - that was on Mammon.

“I’ll go back to bed.” Beel informed him and turned to leave the kitchen,

“Thanks, Beel,” Mammon finally looked at him before heading towards the door too. “I’ll go ask MC.”

…Now?

#obey me! #obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #ombrotherlylove2023 #no one writes #no one creates