#(as much as I'm angry and hurt I don't want their pain to linger)

[augustine-orlov]

.

[xoluvx]

Queen can u do something fluffy or hurt/comfort maybe like reader and Billie arguing and making up pls There’s been so much smut and not enough fluff

ofc baby enjoy 🤍

"just don't talk to me, please." your voice broke as you stepped away from her holding your arms up. your eyes glazed over, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. you felt the tightness in your throat. it was painful. so painful you couldn't swallow. you were hyperventilating as you turned rushing to the room.

when the door slammed, you let the tears fall. they fell ugly and fast. streaming down your face as you gasped for air. the room was spinning. vision blurry through your tears. you wanted to crawl out of your skin. peel it off. melt into the ground and disappear. your hand grasped your chest feeling the ache burn so deep as you walked to the bed.

your hands touched the cool bedsheets trying to ground yourself. breathing in one .. two .. three .. exhaling one .. two .. three. when your chest did that weird flip flop thing you realized you were far too deep. it didn't work. it didn't fucking work. you were sobbing uncontrollably. you let your body fall on to the bed. head burying into the pillow as you cried yourself to sleep.

you hadn't noticed how you dozed off. hadn't noticed the sun was long gone and the room was swallowed by darkness. you also hadn't noticed her body lying in front of you. breathing softly watching you sleep. you couldn't see the sadness on her face or her red puffy eyes. couldn't see the pain she was going through as well.

until her hand touched your cheek. cold against your warm skin. a sudden wave of comfort washed over your body. guilt consuming your soul. had you been too harsh? had you been too selfish? too caught up in your own feelings that you didn't stop and think about hers?

"i'm sorry," she whispered. her voice soft. hand gentle on your cheek. when you nuzzled into her hand, she scooted closer. your noses brushing.

"i shouldn't have said that. i was angry and i shouldn't have taken it out on you-" she spoke with purpose. with regret in her voice. her hand cupped the back of your neck as you leaned in. your lips ghosted over hers as she mumbled her apology loud enough for you to hear. to let the words sink in.

they melted on your lips when you finally kissed. her warmth brought you comfort. she felt safe again as she held the back of your head, lips moving on yours. your mouths parted, lips connecting and reconnecting then lingering without moving just longing to feel close. to feel whole again.

[cxffecoupx]

here for you - hjs

hong jisoo × gn reader angst (?), requested warnings: slightly sensitive topic (reader is touched wo consent); reader calls shua a shithead wc: 1.4k author's notes: first time writing a long fic, so idk how this will turn out. to the anon who requested this, i'm so sorry this got delayed so much. i felt like this was a sensitive topic so i was careful in writing this. but i really hope you enjoy! do lmk what you think summary: your neighbor gets uncomfortable touchy with you. joshua helps you deal with him.

joshua had come to your house expecting a cuddle session and sleepover. what he wasn’t expecting was you bawling your eyes out five minutes into the movie you were watching.

“hey, hey… what's wrong? what happened?”

joshua had never seen you like this. so shattered and distraught. So… disgusted by something? whatever the reason was, it had him worried bad. what happened? what was wrong? did he do something?

“yn, i need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

he wanted to know what was wrong.

so you decided to tell him all about it.

it all started when you had moved into your new apartment. it was your dream, to own a place of your own. so after years of working your ass off, and with joshua’s constant support, you bought your new home. while meeting your floormates, you encounter mr. and mrs. kang, a lovely couple that welcomed you like their own child. you felt safe in their arms, until one day during tea time, for which mrs. kang had lovingly invited you, she went to the kitchen to get some more cookies she had made.

mr. kang turned towards you with a smile. “i hope you're adjusting well here.”

when you nod, he suddenly places a hand on your knee, slightly rubbing it.

“well, if you have any problems, do let me know." his smile made you sick to your stomach. he immediately pulls back his arm when his wife returns, and you just sit there, grossed out and wanting to return home.

and then another day, when you were sick, he appeared at your door, holding a tupperware container. “mrs. kang sent this for you, her special chicken soup for fever.”

when you reach out to take it, he places his hand on yours, a touch that lingers for a bit too long for your comfort. you pull your hand away quick, go back in and slam the door shut. Your eyes get filled with angry tears, but you just wipe them away before going back to bed.

your boyfriend interrupts you at this point. “why didn’t you tell me about all this?”

“because i didn't want to worry you. i was sure i’ll be able to tell him off someday, so i wanted to kind of deal with it myself.”

with all the tears in your eyes, you don't see joshua roll his eyes hearing this.

“yn, you not telling me worries me more, alright? we could have dealt with this together, rather than have you deal with it all alone,” he says and pulls you into a hug.

after a moment, you pull back and continue with the events.

last week, mrs kang had called you in to meet her son who had come for the holidays. despite repeated tries to decline, she had basically pleaded with you to come and meet him and you ended up being reluctant to go over. while at the house, everything was going fine unlike your worries. but all that soon ended when mr. kang placed his hand on your shoulder and slowly started sliding it down. you guess you were visibly distressed because the son seemed to notice and offered an unsuspecting excuse to help you leave. you had cried yourself to sleep that night because your mind was filled with this event that you wanted to rip off so badly.

so when joshua placed his hand on your shoulder while watching the movie today, all the memories came flooding up and you ended up reaching this state.

shua spoke nothing, hugging you once again, but tighter this time, as if offering all the comfort he couldnt provide throughout this whole ordeal. he closes his eyes and takes a moment to truly register all that you’d just unloaded. how much you had endured alone, carrying all this pain and hurt without letting a single soul know, because you didnt want to worry anyone. and although he is sad that you didn't trust him in this situation, he understands where that's coming from. he understands it must have been difficult for you to open up right now too.

he doesnt realise the hurt within him until a tear rolls down his eye.

“lets go to sleep now, love,” he speaks softly, brushing your hair. “we can talk about it tomorrow.”

the next day, joshua is waiting for you at the dining table with a cup of coffee in hand. the first thing he does when he sees you is hug you, and pat your back as he mutters a soft ‘good morning’. the two of you engage in all household chores and the morning passes away so. in the evening, shua sits you down on the couch with him.

“what do you plan on doing now? about this mr. kang?”

“to be honest, i… don't know. i think at times I can confront him, but then all these incidents come up into my mind and I just end up… crying.”

shua mulls over for a moment, and you swear you can see the gears turning over in his head if you concentrate hard enough. and then, surprising you, he jumps to his feet.

"i have an idea. let's go over there now."

"r-right now?"

"mhmm. we go over there, you tell him i'm your boyfriend, and see his face scrunch over, and we delightfully tell him to fuck off."

he grabs your hand and pulls you over to their house. the confidence in joshua's voice seems to spread over to you, but it doesnt last when you reach their door.

"shua, i dont think i can do this."

joshua holds your face in his hands and looks right into your eyes. "then, i'll do it for the both of us," he says and presses a gentle kiss to your lips before knocking on the door. mrs. kang opens the door.

"hey, mrs. kang. how are you?"

"i'm alright, dear. how are you? and who's this handsome man over here?"

joshua steps forward and extends him hand. "i'm joshua. i'm yn's fiancé."

your eyes widen. what is he even saying? you nudge him and this little shithead has the audacity to look back and wink at you?!

"oh dear, what a surprise! you never told us about this, yn. sit, both of you. i'll make you some tea."

mr. kang waddles over a few minutes later. his lips widen into a sly smile when he sees you, which quickly drops when he notices joshua. mrs. kang returns with tea and mugs and ushes her husband to sit.

"did you hear, honey? this is yn's fiance!"

mr. kang's lips curl into a sneer. what was even more delightful was the way he eyed you both when joshua placed a hand on your back and pulled you in during the conversation. he tries to go back into his room, but his dearest loveliest wife pulls him back down and it only adds to joshua's and your amusement.

time passes by quickly and you get up to leave. as you accompany mrs. kang to the kitchen to put away the cups, joshua sidles over to mr. kang.

"i've heard all about everything you did to them. if i ever see it happen again, i'll see to it that everybody comes to know of your dirty doings. i dont mean it as a threat, but it will become one if you ever attempt anything like that again- oh! it was lovely to meet you, mr. kang. hopefully we'll get to see each other again."

you're confused by the extra spring in his voice when you return, but judging by the look on the elder man's face, you realise that joshua's probably said something to him. you smile and head over to give a little kiss to joshua, part as an act to show mr. kang, part as a thanks for standing up for you.

the moment you reach your apartment, you cling onto joshua, who only chuckles before hugging you back. he ruffles your hair as you look up to him.

"thank you so much for doing this to me. you really have no idea now much it means to me."

he only kisses you back.

"by the way, what did you say to him? he looked stunned."

he kisses you once more before replying.

"i think only he needs to be concerned about it."

[pretty-little-mind33]

Logan Howlett x mutant fem!reader

Summary: When you get unwillingly administered the cure, you find solace in someone you don't think you deserve to see again.

Genre: fluff, hurt and comfort, steamy ♥️

Warnings: protective!logan, violence, blood, death, swearing, logan never liked jean in this, making out, talking out insecurities, fingering

LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST

You didn't have much of a choice when you joined Magneto seeing as your boyfriend was obsessed with him and the movement he stood for. You didn't necessarily agree, having once been a student of Charles', but love is a powerful persuasion tool. 

Your boyfriend, Parker, currently has a guard in a headlock, a smirk on his face as he uses his sharp, wolf-like, teeth to rip a chunk out of the man's jaw, a dangerous gleam in his vibrant orange eyes. You're using the electricity from the gates to stun some men who come charging at you, keeping a stern eye on Parker because of how volatile he can become. 

You don't want him to fatally hurt anyone.  

Suddenly the bud of a plastic gun is slammed into your temple, causing you to stumble sideways and onto the sharp rubble. The skin on your arms is scratched as you cry out in pain, rolling onto your stomach as dirt sticks to your skin.

Parker's head snaps around just as one of the guards shoots the cure into your neck, the serum acting instantly as the light blue highlights in your hair quickly vanish and you let out a deep exhale.

Parker snarls and yanks the man away from you, crouching beside you as he looks you over. You sit up, blood dripping from your head and arms. Your body feels numb and so weirdly still as you can no longer feel any electricity coursing inside you anymore. You look up at your boyfriend, tears brimming. 

You wish you could say you don't recognize the angry look in your eyes, but you do and he snarls as his eyes narrow. You feel a sense of dread wash over you. "You're not one of us anymore," he spits, standing up and unsheathing his claws. You shake your head, trying to scramble away from him as your heart sinks.

"Parker? Please," you whimper, "It's still me."

Parker leans down and clutches your hair, pulling you up as he growls when he doesn't see the highlights anymore. You scream out, clutching at his wrist as your toes barely touch the gravel.

"I don't want to be dating one of them," he tells you harshly, his hand coming up to your throat as his smirks widen. "You're useless now. Weak. Pathetic." 

His palm rests on your stomach, claws not yet touching your skin as he looks into your eyes. "I'm doing you a favor," he tells you and presses a harsh kiss on your forehead. "Be fucking happy I am showing you some mercy."

You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to defend yourself as you wait for the slash of his claws when Parker suddenly grunts. You open your eyes to blood dripping from his mouth. His hold on your loosens as he's thrown across the ground and you fall to your knees, cheeks smeared with tears as you look up.

Logan. 

He's panting, his claws unsheathed as they drip with Parker's blood. He looks down at you, his eyes sharp. "Hello again, Princess," he grumbles and leans down, looking at you intensely. His claws disappear and he strokes his thumb over the mark where the cure had been given and he shakes his head. He scoops you up in his arms and he feels all too familiar.

Your head feels heavy as Logan carries you. You lean against him. You haven't seen him in a year and his scent feels so unfamiliar. You don't like that.

"You have a type, don't you?" he comments, but he doesn't sound amused. Your heart sinks as your hands weakly tighten around his arm. You had chosen Parker over him a year ago, the memory hitting you so hard you feel sick.

"Y/n, stay," Logan breathed, watching you pack your suitcase on your bed. "Please," he was pleading, the feeling of the kiss you two had shared the night before lingering.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring him and the tears that fell down your cheek when you heard Parker shoo Logan away from your door, doing nothing to stop him.

"I- I- I was hit," you whisper, unable to keep your eyes open.

"'Can see that." Logan huffs, his touch rough as he adjusts his grip on you and runs past Storm. "I'm taking her onto the plane," he says without any room for protest. Storm looks confused but her eyes widen when she sees a glimpse of you. 

Logan sets you on the seat, his hand coming up to your hair where he touches the strand where your hair used to be white and he frowns. Your eyelids flutter from the exhaustion and all you want to do is sleep and hope you wake up from this nightmare. 

Instead, you wake up to Logan's scent as your head nuzzles into the pillow of his bed. You groan, sitting up. You have a splitting headache and you wince. You're still wearing your clothes from last night. 

Last Night. 

No.

You stand on wobbly legs, rushing through familiar halls as you stumble past students and into the bathroom. You slam the door behind you. Tears glisten your eyes when you see your appearance in the mirror and you let out a curling scream. 

Logan, even in the kitchen, hears you and his blood runs cold. He sprints into action, running into the bathroom just in time to catch you from falling. "Woah there, sugar," he huffs, his arms wrapping around your waist as you both crumble to the floor of the bathroom. "Shhh," he says as he presses his palm over your forehead as you continue to scream, your screams gradually turning into sobs. 

"Hey, shh, baby, shhh," he whispers roughly into your ear, his facial hair scratching your cheek. He's holding you tighter now and you just sob loudly. Your throat eventually begins to hurt so you turn your head and bury your face in Logan's shirt.

Logan manages to convince you to walk back into his room and he sits you on his bed again. He kneels in front of you, his eyes roaming over your form as he brings his calloused hand up to wipe the tears from your cheek.

You sniff, staring at him. "You must hate me."

Logan looks down, concealing a smirk. "What makes you think that, sugar?"

You tilt your head, your hands trembling as your fingers find the tips of hair and you have to remember you can't touch him like that anymore. You pull away, chest heavy. "I left. I left and I worked for him. I hurt—I hurt people and—"

Logan chuckles deeply, interrupting you, "I find that hard to believe."

You stare at him, your expression serious. "I did. I- I wasn't a good person."

Logan's hand continues to caress your cheek. "Good people do bad things, Y/n. That doesn't make you any less of a good person."

"Not the things I did," you whisper as a tear slides down your cheek and your lip wobbles. "And I paid for it, didn't I?"

Logan shakes his head and grips your chin harder, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Don't say that. You didn't deserve to have your mutation stripped from you. You didn't deserve to have that dickhead try and kill you for something that was out of your control. You didn't deserve any of it, no matter what you've done. You- you should have stayed—"

The last sentence slips from his lips without thinking and his mouth closes. You're looking at him with those wide eyes he loves so much.

"You should have stayed," he whispers, this time with intention. "With me. You should have stayed with me."

Tears fill your eyes and you look away. "Logan," you warn him.

His hands grip your cheeks now. "No. Y/n. Listen to me. I love you. I have always loved you—you fucking know this. This year has been torture without you."

Your cheeks become wet with your tears. "I'm not the same anymore. I'm ruined. I- I don't even have my powers. I'm nobody."

Logan shakes his head, resisting the urge to press his lips against yours and soothe any insecurities you may have. He wants you to know he loves you no matter what. No matter who or what you've done. You're still the same girl to him.

You're the same girl who would walk around the gardens just for the mere chance a butterfly would land on you. You're the same girl who would check on him after a nightmare, no matter how many times he'd warned you he was dangerous. You're still that girl. 

He knows you are. 

You blink up at Logan, your eyes fluttering. You want to kiss him, but you don't feel worthy enough. You feel like a fraud in your own body, an imposter who took over. And worse than that, you'd left him. You'd chosen Parker over him. 

How could he want you now?

"If you're thinking of that dick—please, don't. He's fucking dead," Logan says with a growl, his eyes dark. You knew Parker had died—Logan had killed him protecting you—but to hear him sound so proud, it's thrilling and terrifying all the same. 

Logan picks up on your shift and his eyebrows scrunch. "I fucking killed him. Does that make me a bad person? Do you think less of me?" The atmosphere in the room has grown dark and Logan's hands shift from your cheeks, down to your sides and hips. You gasp, leaning into his touch. You shake your head. "No? You don't think I'm evil and morally corrupt?"

You shake your head timidly. "You protected me. Y-you did what you could—"

Logan's hands tighten around your hips. "And so did you. That bastard had his claws in you, sugar. You were so blinded by love but it wasn't love," his voice becomes hoarse as he wets his lips, "and I should have snapped ya out of it. Should have kissed you harder—should have fucked you. Should have made you mine."

You gasp, your eyes round. Your body shivers from his words and you yearn to kiss him. You still don't feel like you deserve the kiss but his lips are on yours, crushing you into him. He's desperate and dominant and you feel ill to your stomach. Your hand finds his face, hands skimming his facial hair, and you pull him in. Logan growls as he stands and he spins around, sitting on the bed, his legs spread, as he pulls you flush against him. 

You're straddling him now, kissing him back. He kisses so much better than Parker. He kisses you with intention and care. You moan against his lips, feeling his hands slide up your thighs.

"Logan," you whisper as his hand tangles in your hair. He kisses open mouth kisses on your neck, humming in pleasure. 

His hand finds your panties under your skirt and he grins. He slides his thumb over your waistband and then dips his hand in, collecting your arousal on his fingers. "Shit," he groans and kisses you again. "Such a naughty girl."

"M-more," you whine, arching into his hand. You gasp when one of his fingers dips into your folds and you realize how sensitive you are for his touch. How much you need him.

"Good girl," Logan whispers and then his voice is steady. "You're not ruined," he says as his voice sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. "You're not. You didn't need that damn streak in your hair or your mutation to prove your worth. That's never why I loved you."

Your eyes shut as he adds a finger, smirking at the squeal you make. 

"Loved?" you ask, your voice trembling.

"Love," Logan confirms again, "I said I love you. And I'll fuck you like I love you, that's a promise, sweet girl," he says as his lips attach themselves to yours again, claiming you like he should have done years ago. 

[blacknedsoul-blog]

An unnecessarily detailed analysis of the (re)encounter between Annabel and "Leo" (part II)

Evil tongues say I've had this shit in the oven for several weeks because I bought the fast pass on episode 105 and smoked the whole season one afternoon when I was bored as a fucking oyster about to climb the walls. Don't listen to them, they're telling the truth.

So, yeah, people. We had a flashback. One that comes right after the last one we had. Aside from the fact that we finally know a little more about Theo, I want to focus on the direct sequel to a review I did a while back. So let's get started.

I'm still trying to decide if Annabel is complaining just because she had to get off her ass or because "Leo's" room being so far away from hers is, ahem, inconvenient. Another detail that someone mentioned on the discord, is that Annabel does this thing where she grabs her dress when she is trying to maintain the performance.

(later edit: someone commented to me that actually their rooms are ridiculously close to each other. So allow me to insert ridiculous jokes about how the first thing Ira will do when these two are engaged is take his precious daughter who is not to be touched before marriage somewhere else).

...Ah, they put... they put Annabel in Lenore's old room. Yeah, that must have been uncomfortable as shit. 

Okay. This is something I kind of suspected in her first stolen moment at the Arboreum, but I think this confirms it for me: yes, Lenore teasing Annabel is a way of expressing annoyance without being directly hurtful. 

Raise your hand if you enjoy seeing "Miss Proper Lady" lose her fucking temper. Bonus points if she deserves it. 

Lenore, I don't know if taking your clothes off is the best way to get Annabel to stay on topic. I do want to emphasize her face in that moment, though, like she knows Annabel cares about her, but she's still angry at her, and pressuring her to drop the mask is literally the only way she has to express it. I like it because it's consistent with her stolen moment in the Arboreum. 

"Admire this magnificent door made of door. Yes, an excellent door. Wonderful door. Eyes on the door, Annabel, eyes on the door and not on your crush taking off his jacket in front of you. Also, don't think too much about the fact that if anyone sees this, everything that is important to you will fall apart".  

Pause. Where did we see Annabel say that? Ah, yes. Well, if we had any doubts about posh besties, this confirms it. 

I want to linger on the faces of both of them in this scene because, for the love of Nyarlathotep, they are painful to watch knowing that this will end with both dead. 

Yes, Annabel, this "perhabs" was very VERY serious. 

I'm sure this is the second time in Annabel's life that someone has asked her if she wants something. And it's the same person. Ouch.

Does anyone else in the squad find it disturbing that ANNABEL is concerned about moral issues? 

That's not how Kabedons are made, missy. 

LENORE, LOOK AT THE FUCKING FACE SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU WITH, SHE WOULDN'T BE "PRETENDING TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU", SHE'S EATING OUT OF YOUR FUCKING HAND RIGHT NOW. IF SHE WASN'T AFRAID OF JAIL AND WASN'T SO VICTORIAN, SHE'D BE ASKING IF SHE COULD GET IN YOUR PANTS.   

Okey, I need to know how this went from "pff, it's not a real marriage, we're both women!" to "I'm gonna fuckin' whore myself with Nyarlathotep Tumblrsexymen to come get you, baby. Shit, if these two die without having this conversation, I'm going to shoot myself in the mouth with a medieval arquebus. 

I like this moment because it tells you two interesting things: one is that Annabel must have a complicated relationship with her father, she cares for him and maybe feels he loves her in his own way, but at the same time Ira is her jailer, the main culprit of the golden cage she's trapped in. Another thing: we know Lenore used to care about her father, but come on, after everything that happened, I doubt she gives the man a second thought. 

...I wrote practically the exact same dialog in a fanfic. Actually, in the first Nevermore fanfic I ever wrote, when the fuck did my bullshit ever come true? 

I was racking my brain for a while about why Annabel keeps doing this. Like, look at this shit, even Ada or Morella would be able to see that this is bullshit. And I think I have an idea why. 

I think Annabel started to figure out how to make this work even before she came in. Maybe she's not all in, but at least the idea is tempting. The thing is, she's putting a lot on the line here: her life, her relationship with her father (the only family member we know of), what little freedom she has.

And that means she has to put her chips on the right person. She knows how the social game works, she knows how to manipulate the stakes of her hand, maybe she even thinks she knows how to get around those pesky legal snags when they come up. 

But she's not cunning, she's not quick-thinking, she lacks determination, and she's definitely not brave. Lenore can wrap herself in big dreams and beautiful words all she wants, but if she can't make up for Annabel's weaknesses, it's a losing bet from the start. On top of that, she has to be able to read her: in Victorian engagements, even your pet was into that shit, so sneaking away to plan things would be more of a rare privilege than a constant, her playmate has to be able to understand her perfectly, because they can't waste valuable time explaining minutiae. They have to be on the same page to the millimeter. 

Annabel is a player. And as such, she knows that in games where you have a partner, the key to winning isn't playing your own cards or chips well, it's being able to synchronize with your partner to give each other better plays until one of you manages to win. 

And if I had to bet, I think that is the Lenore that Annabel wants back: the Lenore who can read her, the Lenore who can get under her skin and know her true intentions even when Annabel is wearing the most perfect mask. The Lenore who can smile boldly and tell her that everything will be all right. 

Of course, Lenore passed the test. With a more than perfect score. 

The chapter ends with Lenore giving Annabel the final decision: if she sees no reason to stay, she won't, and she can assure her that she'll be fine. But if she's in, she'll do everything in her power to make it work. 

This was the moment that tore me up inside because it made me drop the shingle of sad, sad shit. 

Conclusions

And here's why I decided to post this analysis after the season.  

One thing this episode told me was that I was wrong about one thing: the relationship between these two isn't exactly what it used to be. What this episode also told me was that, despite everything, the two of them seemed to be able to communicate and find common ground, to make deals, to give each other choices. Shit we don't see anymore in their time in Nevermore. 

And with good reason.

In Nevermore Annabel and Lenore are adrift. No memories, no identity, no bonds. As if that weren't enough, both are terrified: Annabel has built all her means of survival around a context that she masters perfectly, and in Nevermore she doesn't know what's going on; on the other hand, Lenore's bravery and cunning are qualities that turn from virtues to flaws in a context where every single one of her decisions has repercussions for the people around her; she's willing to take anything, but not what happens to the people she loves. 

These two idiots know only one thing: that they love each other. And for Annabel and Lenore, loving means protecting. They have to try to protect each other because they really love each other. They love each other so much that they can't.

Because the only way for Annabel to protect Lenore is to be the queen of the board, to be the piece that everyone wants to get out of the way because her presence is too much of an inconvenience, because if she's good at anything,  it's dazzling so hard that no one is able to really see her. On the other hand, the only place Lenore can protect Annabel is by her side, she won't have a Spectre, but she's willing to do what it takes to take care of her if she stays where she can fight for her. 

But that won't happen because of the irreconcilable conflict caused by the memory (false or not, in practice it doesn't matter) that the Deans showed Annabel. She can't tell her that, she won't tell her that, how could she? It would tear Lenore apart and at worst alter her memories. But on the other hand, Lenore obviously wants to know, because she sees that Annabel is suffering, she wants to be there, she wants her to let her comfort her, to be by her side to help her sort this out, and all her pleas fall on deaf ears for reasons she can't even fathom.

But without realizing it, in all this devotion and accompanying fear, Annabel and Lenore are repeating the same controlling patterns of those who tried to save the other in life. 

Annabel is doing the same thing Thaddeus did when he got Lenore a fiancé, the same thing the doctors did when they kept her drugged 24/7 as a treatment even though she was sick, dare I say the same thing Theo did: assuming she knows better than she does what's good for her. "Protecting" her, even when that happens to be the agency Lenore is desperately trying to have over her life after being deprived of her freedom.

And on the other hand...this.

By taking full responsibility for what happened, Lenore is doing the same thing as Ira and all the people we meet in Annabel's life: denying her agency as an individual. Annabel is not a naive brat who was seduced by sweet words, she is a grown woman who was very, very clear about what the risks were. That they both ended up dead is partly her fault, but by turning this affair into "if I hadn't gone looking for you," Lenore completely invalidates Annabel's feelings, desires, and choices. 

A relationship that was once built on respect for choice and shared decision-making has now become a power game that neither can win, because one of the most important foundations of their relationship is that they are both equals. 

I'd like to end this on a more positive note, but...uh...well, the thing is, I don't. Like, that they're going to reconcile, they're going to reconcile, you know? But for that to happen, somebody's got to give them a massive punch like, something that tears them apart so they realize how fucking bad they are do-

You know what? Yeah, that might do it.

[genshin-obsessed]

Hey there! Nice to meet ya! Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Wriothesley's s/o crying when she sees how bloody, battered and bruised they are?

Howdy! Nice to meet you as well! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it ^w^

Your boyfriend wasn't entirely reckless, but there were times when you wondered if he tried hard enough to... you know, not get hit? Normally, you're the one patching him up, and for the little wounds, you manage. But the days he comes back looking like he barely escaped with his life, you can't help but feel that deep seated fear reeling it's ugly head to remind you of the awful reality that one day, he may not come back.

Those are the hardest days for you.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Kaeya

"Ow- hey, gentle." Kaeya said with a soft hiss as he felt the rushing pain through his wound, making the other parts of his arm hurt.

"Oh? Can't handle that?" You asked with a slightly frustrated tone as you kept cleaning the wound, not being much gentler. Kaeya frowned and let out a soft sigh as he turned to look at you. He was silent for a moment as he studied you- you looked angry but he could see you biting your bottom lip a little to keep it from trembling. Not to mention the excessive blinking to keep those tears back.

"I'm... ok, (y/n). I promise. It's just a small scratch. It doesn't even hurt that bad, I was just joki-"

"Stop lying to me." You said sternly, your hand pausing as your gaze met his. You could see the guilt lingering within. "I know it hurts. I know you were scared. I know... so stop lying." Kaeya reached up with his calloused hands and gently took yours.

"I'm sorry. I know I tend to worry you a lot. I'm really sorry." He murmured honestly, watching as your defenses broke and the tears filled your eyes. "Don't cry- please, don't cry." He said with a frown as he hugged you against him tightly. Blood slowly trickled down his arm but he didn't care. At the end of the day, it really didn't hurt that bad because you were taking care of him. But he did vow to be much more careful, seeing the toll it was taking on you.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Diluc

Diluc sat there silently as you cleaned up the wounds. He didn't say a word or even flinch. You were just as silent, soft sighs escaping you when you turned away from him. He didn't say anything, but he definitely heard them. Once you finished up, you turned away from him, gathering the bloodied towels and tissues that lay around you two.

It was odd. Usually, the second he'd come through the door, you'd begin to scold him and the entire time you cleaned and dressed every single wound, even that tiny scratch that wasn't bleeding, your scolding never stopped. But tonight, you didn't say a single word. Not only that, but you avoided meeting his eyes which just sent a wave of discontent through him.

He waited and waited and waited, but you never spoke. As his crimson eyes watched you gather the cotton and tissues, he finally found his voice and called out.

"I'm... sorry."

"You're always sorry." You replied after a moment of hesitation. That was true. Diluc often got injured and would really just have an apology to give you. No assurances or anything. None that mattered anyway. Before you could leave, his arm shot out and he caught your wrist. Ever so gently, he pulled you back to him, turning your head so that you were looking at him.

"I know. I know, I don't have much other than a sorry to give you. But... I need to know if you're ok. I can tell when you're upset and I know you may not want to talk to me right now. But-" before Diluc could finish his sentence, you broke down. Tears filled your eyes and streamed down your cheeks and you fell against him. Without hesitation- without a word- his arms engulfed you in a warm embrace. So, you weren't ok and he could tell, he wasn't an idiot. But when you sighed and said you were fine, it brought him some form of comfort. But this? This was more painful than any wound on his body.

After that night, you saw less and less unnecessary wounds on him.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Childe

His bruises and bloodied wounds almost always started some sort of argument between you two. You just never understood why he was so careless. Fine, whatever, he liked fighting. But why was he always getting hurt? Not only did he get hurt, sometimes it was bad. Stitches bad.

"You keep frowning like that and your face is gonna get stuck like that." He joked, only for you to glare in his direction. He always did that, he always trivialized the worry you felt for him as if it was unnecessary.

"I'm not a kid, stop it. You know this worries me. Why do you always end up this badly hurt?" Childe actually kept a lot hidden from you, especially when it came to his work as a Fatui. It's not that he didn't trust you- no way. It was just safer for you to not know about his work. Having knowledge was already dangerous, so he just... lied.

"Listen," he began softly as he grabbed your working hand, making that frown on your face deepen. "You're right, ok? I should be more careful and sometimes I'm not. But please don't be too angry with me. Not for my sake, but your own. I don't want you to be sad all night."

"Look at you, Ajax," you said, your voice beginning to shake with the emotions you were so desperately trying to contain. "Look at yourself and t-tell me how I'm n-not supposed to be sad." The tears filled your eyes and when you attempted to blink them back, they just spilled. Childe didn't speak. He just pulled you against him, holding you tightly.

"They're just surface wounds, love. I swear to you- with everything that I am- no one is ever going to take me away from you. I'll always come home to you." And he kept that promise. He was a lot more careful though, doing his best to avoid frivolous fights. It was definitely a big change for him, but your tears that night, they hurt more than any wound he'd ever sustained.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Wriothesley

“It’s not that bad.” Wriothesley said as his gaze remained focused on your face. “It barely hurts, really. Can’t even feel it. I guess I’m just strong— Ack!”

You didn’t say a word, your eyes just shot up to Wriothesley who just sheepishly chuckled. Your silence was just the worst. He’d rather you yell at him, throw things at him, insult him— whatever. Just don’t stay quiet. Not that you've ever resorted to any of those, but he finds anger more manageable than silence.

“Come on, I’m ok. It hurts a little but what wound doesn’t? I really am fine.” He sighed after a moment and leaned back in the chair when you once again refused to speak or even look at him. He knew and understood why you were so upset with him. But it’s not like he could’ve helped it. He got into fights, he had to sometimes. If he backed down, he’d lose respect. It’s not like he fights every meathead out there, he just needs to teach certain people lessons. Doesn’t mean they won’t hit him back.

A small sniffle from you made his icy blue eyes shoot to you. They slowly widened as he felt a small droplet land on his arm.

“Hey, come on, don’t cry. I’m fine. I swear.” He said as he sat right back up and tried to grab your face. You brushed his hand away and kept cleaning the wound before he grabbed your wrist. “(Y/n), please look at me.” He murmured, finally making you stop.

“I don’t care if it doesn’t hurt you, it hurts me.” You didn’t have to say much after that as Wriothesley engulfed you into a tight hug.

It put things into perspective, that one little sentence. Those last three words. There was a drastic shift in his behavior after that day. He was more careful and avoided fights unless it was necessary. Even then, he’d try to push back. Did people question him after that? Of course they did, but Wriothesley only fought those who really required it.

[latoyalestrange]

an idea for Sebastian x the MC: MC is on her period and walking with Sebastian when she has a bad cramp, one of those you can’t really ignore and need to sit down for a min and endure the pain. Sebastian’s immediate reaction is thinking she was cursed like Anne because she’s always out fighting goblins. She really doesn’t want to tell him because what teenage girl wants to talk about that with their crush but he’s so worried and won’t drop it. (side note: did teenage boys know about periods in the 1890’s? i deadass have no clue)

omg my mind juices are flowing. what a wonderful idea, anon. thank you for the free labor.

speaking of which, by the time i post this i will most likely have hit 500 followers!! ding ding ding!! why do you guys follow me? i defo do not deserve all the love you guys give me.

another question, how should we celebrate? there are no bad ideas because i have none. anyway, enjoy!

pinky promise

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: normally you keep these things to yourself, or at least to you and your menstruating friends. but one sebastian sees you doubled over in pain, privacy goes out the window. he's so freaked out that you have no choice but to tell him the truth to ease him.

words: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of periods, cramping, angst, hurt/comfort, crying!seb, not edited!

you were just fine moments ago. you were walking with sebastian to the library to study, talking, joking, all of the normal things you would do. he didn't notice you weren't next to him at first. everything was just fine. but suddenly, everything came crashing down when he saw you clutch your side, your face twisting with anguish. he couldn't help it. he immediately saw anne in you, crying out in pain from her curse. everything slowed around him, all he could hear was his own heavy breaths as he stood helplessly in shock. a million thoughts were racing through his mind. he knew you were one to track down the remaining loyalists on your own, but how could he have missed it? you were probably in so much pain but with too much pride to admit it.

most of all, though, he was angry with himself for being unable to protect you. he'd already let it happen to his sister once, he should've taken more precautions. he should've known, he should've stopped it. without wasting another second, he raced to your side, wrapping his arm around you to support you.

"no, no, no, no, no...please don't tell me..." his voice was already breathless and trembling. with your eyes still screwed tightly shut, his words seemed distant, muffled almost. the sharp pain that suddenly surfaced in your abdomen shrouded all your other senses. you couldn't get a word out if you tried, so you just held up your hand, a weak attempt at calming him.

"no, no, i can't--" he didn't even try to hide the tears pooling in his amber eyes. he quickly dropped to his knees in front of you as you knelt over to get a better look at the expression on your face. his hand instinctively cupped your face.

"y/n, please tell me you weren't cursed, please!" he was full-on crying at this point, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks that were now flushed with worry. you were quickly brought back to reality, hearing the pain in his voice. you opened your eyes and instantly felt horrible.

you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as you slowly started to straighten your spine as the cramp faded away. "no, sebastian, i'm fine--"

"no, you're not fine!" he was practically wailing now, gripping onto your robes hopelessly before wrapping his arms around your waist with an almost unbearable grip and hiding his dampened face in your torso. you were fast to rest your hands in his hair, gently patting it to somehow soothe him.

"sebastian, really, i'm okay, i'm just..." you continued running your fingers through his hair as you contemplated the truth. to be frank, this was something you were hoping you didn't have to talk with sebastian about. however, the lingering students in the central hall were already giving the two of you stares, you needed to calm him.

"it's...my time, sebastian." you tried to keep your voice hushed as to not draw more attention, but your wording sent him even further from relaxing.

"your time?!" he shouted incoherently, tears still streaming down his face.

you gasped, realizing your mistake, "no, no! sebastian, it's my time of the month." as if a switch had flipped in his brain, his brow softened immediately as he stared blankly at you.

"oh." he let his arms linger around your waist as he tried slowing his breathing. after a moment, he pulled you closer once more, his cheek flush with your stomach.

"please don't scare me like that again," he mumbled adorably, still holding tightly onto you.

"i--...sure, okay. i'm sorry, sebastian. i didn't mean to scare you, darling." you decided not to argue with him. in that moment, all he needed was love.

"and pinky promise no more ashwinder camps without me," he added, craning his neck to look up at you with puffy eyes. you suppressed a chuckle but still smiled down at him.

"pinky promise."

[mooncleaver]

I'm Still Here

・✶ ｡ﾟ"you didn't want to paint toji as the bad guy, to push your own sense of betrayal and hurt onto his image. you didn't want megumi to resent him."

pairings: fushiguro megumi x mother!reader, minor fushiguro toji x fem!reader

warnings: very sad baby megs, toji leaving, unprovoked insults from a child (not megumi dw)

Today has been somewhat of a tense and worrisome day. Megumi's school had called in, reporting about the fight that your son got into. This was not a totally unfamiliar situation as Megumi had always been quite.. brazen, with his actions. 

The first time he was in a fight with someone was a day you still couldn't forget. You nearly had a heart attack; the first thing you thought being that your baby boy got hurt. Back then, you didn't really know how to deal with these situations properly. You were angry, disappointed and most of all so damn worried about him and what was going on in his life. The effects of that confrontation still lingered after that day: he became more distant, avoiding your questions whenever you tried to approach him. 

You took time to rethink what happened, trying to figure out ways that would make your relationship better. That was when you'd tried to be more gentle,—still stern, but much softer—not raising your voice in frantic concern but instead, trying to talk through his feelings and how it can affect the people around him. Megumi's gotten much better at opening up about his thoughts and emotions over the years, with each time the fights becoming less and less of an occurrence at school. You've tried your best to provide that space and comfortability for him and it was easy to see that he appreciated it. 

But sometimes.. the fights reoccurred when things got really out of hand.

Sitting on the sofa in front of him, you waited patiently for his explanation of what happened and why he was involved in the altercation. There were of course, consequences to his actions, depending on what had happened.

The silence could have stretched for seconds or minutes but you made no qualms to try and make him speak before he wanted to, only putting on a reassuring expression despite the turmoil brewing inside your head. It was the one thing that you would always remember to carry whenever you spoke with him: patience. Raising a child as a single mother could be incredibly taxing but you would never ever take your exhaustion out on him. And so you learnt to be patient, to take deep breathes whenever everything felt too overwhelming.

"He said that I.." He finally trailed off mumbling—borderline whispering—the last words of his sentence.

You took his warm hands into yours, thumbs stroking circles on the back of his hand, "Can you speak up for me please sweetheart? It's alright, you can talk to me."

Megumi paused, looking pained when he recalled those memories. He'd always had kind of a still face, looking like he was bored all the time. But as his mother, it was easy to eye the quirks and minuscule movements on his face, like how he would purse his lips and have that furrow on the front of his eyebrows whenever he was feeling upset. He closed his eyes as he began to open his mouth, long eyelashes kissing the pads of his cheeks while barely-held salty tears lined each strand.

"..he said that I was so stupid.. no wonder why my dad left."

The sound of your heart breaking felt deafening in your ears, ringing with mockery of not being able to protect your child and most of all, the fact that Megumi sounded so utterly defeated under those careless and ignorant words. No one, especially a child deserved to be blamed for something so personal that wasn't their fault. That's something that will forever be carved into their hearts. Your face must've had a fiery expression as Megumi meekly asked,

"Are you angry at me?.. I'm sor-"

"No!.. no, I could never be mad at you.. you don't need to apologize for that." Swiftly, you pulled his body towards you even more, gazing directly at his face. 

"I'm sor-" Megumi chokes out, afraid that you would leave him too, just like his father did.

"Oh my sweets shh, shh, come here.."

He hastily buried his head onto your chest and wrapped his small arms around your waist, almost clawing at your shirt as he desperately sought for comfort. It was like the dam had finally broken, the waterworks beginning to spill out as his cries enveloped the mellow living room. You were now kneeling on the floor after reaching out for him, reciprocating his gesture and tightening your hug to protect him from the cruelty of the world. With every single sob your son let out you felt your heart snap painfully little by little; his tears were like diamonds that the ground never deserved to touch.

"Mama's got you,"

You let him cry his emotions out, hands never faltering in gently rubbing his hair all the way to his back. It was hard to let him go. You couldn't bare to see his grief-stricken face, the tears that trickled down his vermillion-turned skin.

Though that exact expression came right in front of your vision when Megumi reluctantly and slowly lifted his head up from the warmth of your chest to gaze right at you. He looked so fragile, like a fine china doll: orange cheeks and guileless eyes puffed up, staring so painfully sharp as if they were glaring at you, the white reflections in his stygian pupils swirling rapidly in a whirlwind of turmoil and anguish.

"Did he leave because of me?"

The suffocating atmosphere became even more palpable now.

His question left your mouth hanging open, words caught up in the back of your throat as your breathe hitched precipitously.

You yourself didn't even know exactly why he suddenly left, only vaguely saying that Megumi would have a better life with you. And you believed him, fully and truly with all your heart because you loved him. With the circumstances—Megumi's future, particularly—it was understandable to a certain extent how that would become a factor to his decision, but that didn't justify the fact that he left his son without saying goodbye, or left your family without a speck of dirt expect for the fact that you see him every, single, day in Megumi's face. Hell, you didn't even know if he was still alive out there or not.

"Oh, honey.. of course not," you really we're struggling to keep a soothing face on. Out of instinct, your palms made their way onto his plump cheeks, cradling his face as you leaned closer.

"It's- it's difficult to explain, but it's not anything that you've done."

Gently stroking his cheeks, you took a deep breathe and completed your words delicately, "The world we live in... it's dangerous, and your father was trying to protect us. We are so, so sorry. And I-.. I know it can be hard, but he loves you, Megumi. We both love you very much."

It really wasn't much, but it was an answer. It was flawed too, filled with holes and unanswered questions that felt too far to reach, too unknown.

Your own heart was in cavernous disarray. You didn't want to paint Toji as the bad guy,—though arguably he seemed like it—to push your own sense of betrayal and hurt onto his image. You didn't want Megumi to resent him.

In the course of time, he deserved a proper explanation of what happened—one that wasn't too vague and simplified. Megumi had always been someone who felt deeply and there's a big chance that your son would have a seed of doubt and dislike inside of him, but all you wanted to do right now was give him comfort and the closure that he wasn't the catalyst of your separation.

Of course, you didn't forget to tackle the issue that was that menace classmate of his. Words are powerful weapons, and you intend to wield them in a positive manner. "Listen to me my love, you are the most brilliant and amazing boy I could ever have been blessed with. Remember that Megumi, you are our blessing. You have more bravery and love inside your heart than anybody and never, never let anyone take that away from you, okay?"

"..okay." He sniffled, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his blazer.

"Mama loves you ‘Gumi, and you're not stupid. Don't listen to that boy and if he ever says anything like that again, tell me right away. I promise I won't be mad. It's right to defend yourself, but sometimes.. sometimes you have to be the bigger person." You reassured. When Megumi nodded in understanding, you started to press loving kisses to his forehead and eyelids until he squirmed and giggled; you relished in the small joy he displayed.

"Should we get some ice cream after this? How does that sound?" Food was truly the solution for everything.

In response, Megumi seemed to light up at the offer but furrowed his brows after and shyly looked at you with the most beautifully large, watery viridian eyes.

"Can we have yakisoba instead, please?"

Hah.. you should've known. The boy really liked anything with ginger.

"Of course we can." You replied, letting out a breathe chuckle as you ruffled his hair softly. Getting up from the carpet with slightly aching knees, you mustered a sweet, small smile and held out your hands to his, ready for a nice and warm meal to wash the heartache away.

WHAT DID YALL THINK OMG?? im a lil nervous bc i literally dont ever post anything other than pjo here.. but i actually write for a few other characters as well!

if you see this on wattpad btw, that's me! it's from my book 'rainbow connection' :D

also if this actually gets notes i will definitely be open to posting some of my other mamaguro!reader fics hehe

[the-kr8tor]

can I request a Hobie and reader after they had a baby and she has like that post depression things women have and he also helps her change her diper thing cause she's still bleeding a bit, I feel like people completely ignore the realistic reality of post birth

Hi, hun! I took some creative liberties with this, hope I wrote it okay ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood mention, a dash of hurt/comfort, fluff.

It's Fluffy Friday!

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

You linger in the doorway, now all cleaned up, wearing comfortable clothes. Watching as Hobie changes the sheets of your shared bed, you feel guilty that you've bled through his favourite bed sheet, hands wringing together, index scraping at the dry skin near your thumb nail.

"I'm almost done here, lovey." He moves briskly around the bed, fitting the sheets over the soft mattress. "There" Hobie pats himself on the back for doing it quicker than he thought. His smile fades when he sees your frown. Glancing at his newborn daughter sleeping soundly in the crib, he makes his way to you, outstretched arms at the ready.

You step into his waiting arms, head laying instinctively on the crook of his neck. His familiar scent mixed with your baby's calms you a smidge. Hobie rubs comfortingly at your back, kneading at the soft skin of your waist.

"Do I smell like throw up to you?" He asks, trying to make you laugh.

"No, you smell like her" you nuzzle further into his skin, sniffing when a few tears manage to escape. "I'm sorry"

"What for? Don't be, yeah?" Hobie's eyes flicker towards your daughter when she moves in her sleep. "I'm not afraid of a little blood," he says softly.

"But it's your favourite sheet," your voice small, muffled by his skin. He knows it's not just the sheet, everything overwhelms you, Hobie wants to take all of your pain away. It makes him angry, not at you but at the pain you're experiencing even with the most wonderful thing that could happen to you two.

The only thing he can do right now is hold you, bring comfort whenever you need it, and help as much as he can to ease and calm your mind. He embraces you tightly, mindful of his strength, trying to absorb your ache.

He hopes it's enough for you.

You leave a chaste kiss on his jaw, wiping at the tears sticking to his neck. "I haven't asked you if you're okay"

Hobie smiles at you, placing a weighted kiss on your temple, he doesn't care that the angle will definitely leave a crick in his neck right after. "I'm okay, she's perfect, yeah? Let me worry for you two"

Heart soaring, you nod appreciatively, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. A cry startles you, Hobie's senses warn him for a split second, striding over to the crib. Hand never leaving yours.

You follow him, smile slowly spreading on your lips as your daughter opens her doe eyes to stare at Hobie. She stops crying immediately after he carries her. She's Hobie's alright.

"Hi" you coo, thumb caressing her chubby cheeks.

"You ruined mum and dad's moment, huh?" He bounces her in his arms lightly. You giggle at his comment, glad that he didn't lose his humour.

Head laying on his bicep, you smile at the little bundle, bringing your index to her tiny hand, she closes her small fingers around your finger, heart melting at the touch.

With your little family by your side, you know it's gonna get better soon.

Reblog banner by @/cafekitsune

[gffa]

If the batfamily were in the gffa, which ones of them do you think would have been jedis? How quickly do you think they would have joined the nascent rebellion?

Absolutely NONE of them would have been Jedi, I say with all fondness towards the Batfam, but they are emotional hot messes, every single one of them, and to be a Jedi you literally have to have your emotional shit together, that's straight up how the Force works. You cannot act out of anger or fear without slinking towards the dark side, the Force will throw all that right back in your face, and I don't think there's a single Batfam member that doesn't consistently act out of a place of anger. Bruce - My guy can't even keep it together without a psychic energy field in his brain that resonates with his emotional well-being, he would fall to the dark side inside a month. I love him, but he already thinks he has things under control in his brain that he very much does not, he is the definition of being created by fear of loss and the anger that results from it. Dick - My Blorbo may be the definition of hope and light in the DC universe, the most trusted hero right after Superman, but he absolutely has anger issues that he just kind of ignores. Psychics in the DC universe have tried to invade his mind and come out like, "Jesus fuck why is that guy's mind so terrifying!?" because, while Dick chooses kindness and love, he was also forged in anger at the injustices in the world. Jason - Sweet babygirl doesn't even know what he wants, I tend to see Jason as often times deeply contradictory because I'm not sure he knows how he feels about things, does he want to be part of his family or does he want to walk away from them, he wants their love, but he can't tolerate their love, he thinks everyone expects the worst from him and is angry ahead of time, because he's so deeply insecure about his place in the world and in his family, and the injustices of his life are ones that still haunt him, the Joker killing him and still getting to run around would drive him into anger, fear, and despair just as much as anyone. Tim - My guy is ready to tell anyone and everyone to fuck the fuck off at the drop of a hat, that he's often times the one trying to pull everyone back together, but he also is still haunted by the death of his parents, he's still unsure of his relationship with Bruce at times, when things get back and he loses a little too much in his life, he starts pushing people away, he pushed Dick and Steph away while Bruce was dead, he obsessed over bringing Kon back as a way to cope, rather than actually letting go of his hurts, that guy seems fairly even keel sometimes, but, no, he's a hot mess who would have the Force throwing all that back in his face, too. Damian - Baby bat is so insecure in a lot of ways, because he doesn't always know how to relate to his father, he doesn't know how to be a complement to Bruce the way the other Robins did, they're both brooders, they're both the kind who wear their anger on their sleeves, and have a core fear of loss that would have the dark side hissing in their ears. Barbara - In some ways, Babs is more emotionally stable than the others, but in other ways, she is JUST as unhinged as they are, her fury at the Joker is still lingering all around her heart, she still explodes in anger when something pisses her off, she's still a little afraid of commitment because she's scared to open herself up, she still has to deal with her spinal implant not being perfect, Babs probably has a stronger sense of what her problems are, but it's not like she does anything about them half the time. Cassandra - I think she still feels too much guilt about her past, even if none of it was her fault, but that she can't let go of that pain, and it's not just "bad" anger/fear that draws you to the dark side, it's also "good" anger/fear that lures you there, too. And Cass deals with a lot of that and, while I think she'd probably have the best chance of any of them at making it as a Jedi, she does still have a lot of issues that the Force would be throwing back in her face.

Stephanie - I'd give her the second best chance, she at least sometimes recognizes her fears and says, yeah, I'm afraid, I'm just not going to let it stop me. Steph has as much anger and need to punch the world as any of them do, but I think she might have a chance at changing up her thought patterns enough to make it. Duke - Hmm, I'm not sure I've read enough with Duke yet to tell what his underlying issues are and how much he's dealt with them. He seems fairly stable and willing to back off when he needs to, but in general, if you're a Bat, you've probably got some real anger to work on. Kate - Everything I've read of Kate is definitely "wants to punch things in the face" or "feels torn up about her relationships with people" and that she's not really interested in not being those things. Alfred - It depends on how you view him, I guess. If you see him as someone who has made peace with the lives his family has chosen and willing to understand that they are who they are, then I could see Alfred as a Jedi. But if you lean into the idea of a British Stiff Upper Lip where he just doesn't talk about the anguish he goes through seeing his family get hurt night after night, knowing he can't stop them, then no he would be a terrible Jedi. In short: THEY WOULD ALL SUCK AS JEDI, but they would definitely have started their own Rebel cell even before Bail and Mon and Leia started connecting the various individual groups together!

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hi can I request fem!reader and Quinn Fabray kissing in the rain after an argument please :D

Running in Circles

Quinn Fabray x Fem!reader

All you could hear was the sound of your heavy footfalls and labored breathing. You had snuck into the school football field to run the track. It was something you did whenever you had extra energy to drain and couldn't find another outlet. However, tonight kept you on the track. Frustrated energy threatened to overtake you, even with extra shadowboxing or roundhouse kicks. The fight with your girlfriend lingered in your brain and latched on like gum in hair.

Though it seems as though you couldn't call Quinn Fabray your girlfriend anymore.

The blonde had been hanging around Puck more often lately. You knew her plan to try and prove that she was a worthy parent for Beth and that obviously involved the baby's father. But you felt as though you were getting pushed into the sidelines. Quinn, focused on her child, had forgone dates and other plans. She brushed you aside to talk to Puckerman. Overall, she neglected the fact that you were even together.

You were sure that Quinn wasn't cheating on you. At least not outright. Having knowledge of her previous infidelity, you knew that she would be more secretive at the very least. It didn't stop the negative feelings from settling into your mind. Did she not want a girlfriend anymore? Did she feel like you couldn't be around her daughter since you were queer? It was enough that you had to confront Quinn about it and it didn't end well.

The cheerleader was almost immediately on the defensive. There was nothing you could say that could sway her from the destructive path she was on. Emotions eventually bubbled over and Quinn exploded with angry words. Hurtful words that stuck into your brain.

"Beth is the only good, perfect thing I have!"

"What about me? What about us?"

"What about us!?"

You couldn't help but leave at those words. If she didn't care about you as much as you did for her, you weren't going to hang around and break yourself. You broke yourself for partners before and you refuse to do it again. You would rather leave heartbroken. Of course, that decision wasn't going to happen until you could think clearly. Which running was suppose to help with. At least it usually helped.

Your mind was so out of sorts that you didn't even notice the rain until you lost your footing and tripped. The momentum caused you to skid and roll, tumbling over until you hit the track with your face.

Normally, physical pain wouldn't cause any fuss, but now it was the last straw. Sobs wrack your body as you get up from the ground. Tears mix with rain and thunder masks your cries. Emotional torment causes your body to hunch, but only for a moment. You force yourself to recover and get up to run again, but sudden hands on your face stop any further movement.

Quinn was kneeling in front of you. Hazel eyes scan your face as they assess the damage from your fall. With gentle strokes, she brushes your bangs from your face and you have a clearer look at her. You don't know whether she had been crying or not. You can see that her eyes are red, but the rain hides any tears she may have had. Tears from what? The argument you had?

The spell she has on you breaks and you try to move from her grasps.

"What are you doing here, Quinn?" You ask, now refusing to look at her. "It's pouring out. You're gonna get sick."

"I can say the same for you." The blonde holds tight and keeps you near. Before you could pull away again, she continues. "I'm sorry."

You pause.

"I'm so, so sorry. I just..." She chews on her thoughts a little. "I just got so hyper-focused on Beth that I just... didn't think on anything else." Her hands move from your face to your hands. She clings on, but you don't budge.

"I know there's not much I can say to make up for things, but... I love you. You have to know that." You can feel her thumb run across your knuckles.

"Beth is the one perfect thing I've done," she continues. "But you? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I can't lose you. Especially not like this." Quinn tugs your hands and it brings your focus back to her. There's a desperate look in her eyes. There's a fear. You vaguely feel her hands tremble.

"Please... not like this."

The crack in her voice breaks through your stupor. Quinn could only barely register your hands tighten around her before your lips on on hers. She clings onto you like a lifeline as she refamiliarizes herself with you and your love. The rain may have well stopped since neither of you pay attention to the downpour. It's not until oxygen calls for you did you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Let's get outta here." You say, helping Quinn up. "Seriously don't wanna get sick."

Quinn agrees with a nod and you walk over to an umbrella she had dropped on her way to you. Taking it in one hand, you take hers in your other, leaving the track and your tears behind. There's only a pause for one last thing.

"Not ever, Quinn. You won't lose me."

[frickingnerd]

a vow remembered

pairing: hubert von vestra x gn!reader

summary: hubert & you get into a little argument when he protects you during a battle, disregarding his own safety

tags: established relationship, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, crying!reader (shortly), forehead kiss (hubert to reader)

“you shouldn't have done that, hubert–!”

you paced around the otherwise empty classroom, as you yelled at hubert. the black eagles had just returned from their monthly mission, during which hubert had jumped in to protect you, and you sought out your partner to confront him about the earlier incident.

“i can take care of myself, you know?”

hubert had remained calm the entire time, leaning against an empty desk, as his eyes lingered on you, while you angrily walked up and down the classroom.

“i know very well that you can take care of yourself.” hubert stated calmly, as to not anger you any further. he was rather surprised that you were this upset at him for simply protecting you. but he knew better than to think that just protecting you was what made you this angry.

“if you know i can take care of myself, then why–”

“because even if you can take care of yourself, that doesn't change the fact that i vowed to protect you. i am your partner, through thick and thin. i will protect you, no matter what. even if you're angry at me for humiliating you by defeating someone you struggled to finish off”

“that is not why i'm angry–!”

once again, you yelled at hubert, before finally sighing and sinking into one of the empty seats. you didn't want to argue with him. you didn't even want to be angry with him. but when you say him on that battlefield, jumping in to protect you…

“fine, i am angry…” you finally admitted, your voice a lot softer now. “i'm angry that you protected me, without thinking of your own safety first. you're a mage, so you're not made to fight on the frontlines. when i saw you taking that hit for me, i–”

your head sunk into your hands, as you tried to hide the upcoming tears. your voice faded and despite trying to be strong, you sobbed quietly. footsteps approached you, until you could feel hubert's presence next to yours, his hand softly running through your hair.

“i'm still here, my love.” hubert softly whispered and pressed a reassuring kiss onto your head. “whatever went through your head earlier, it's not what happened. i am still by your side and i will continue to remain by your side for many more years.”

“don't scare me like that again…” you sobbed softly and flung your arms around hubert, who softly smiled in response, wiping away your tears.

he should've known that you'd only get this angry with him as a defense mechanism. that you were simply worried about him and not genuinely upset. and as much as it pained him to see you crying right now, so worried about his well-being, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that he meant so much to you…

[js-kaiden]

Cheater Childe x Reader

This is the alternative to this. In this version, you don't forgive Childe. I prefer this version to be honest. Feedback is highly accepted, just don't straight up hate.

"Please, believe me." He said, reaching for your hand to hold. His eyes were filled with sincerity, his brows not furrowed by anger, but by love. "I want to show you just how much I love you. I've never felt this way before, ever, for any woman as much as I love you. I never want to be with another woman, ever. As long as we're together." He promised, his voice was full of hope.

"I want our marriage to work, genuinely. Please, just... Believe me. I want to believe you. I want to believe that you want to make this work but I just can't. I want to think that you can change your ways and magically make everything better. I want this to work but I can't. I'm sorry Childe. I will be going to our parents and asking for a divorce so we can be separated,” You reply. You just can't trust him anymore. After everything he’s done, you can't be with him.

He felt like his heart had been shattered into pieces by your words. His shoulders slumped as he listened further, all the promises he gave you fell flat. Every effort he made just for you was never enough. He had failed, again.

"No." He said quickly, turning to face you again with pained eyes. "Don't..." He paused. "Just give me one more chance..." He murmured, not wanting to hear any more words from you. "Please." He begs. He wants a second chance, he’s desperate for you to change your mind. 

“I’m sorry, Childe. I need to go see my mother. I need approval by the people who started this hell,” You told him and walked away. 

"Y/n, wait, don't-" He shouted, and reached out for your arm.He was too desperate. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, how he cared. Yet he was too late. You had already been hurt beyond repair. He failed to show you that he truly loved you, and now that was the punishment he must endure; the loss of your love, for it had never been a genuine love. He couldn't even be angry at you for the divorce anymore; after all, he deserved it.

He could do nothing more but to wait, to wait for your parents to arrive, and to agree with your request. He dreaded their response, and the conversation that came with it. He didn't want to be divorced from the person he loved the most, yet there was another reason as well. It was his ego. He didn't want to be the reason for divorce. He had always flaunted to everyone how he's never failed a relationship before.

Perhaps this was all karma for how he treated women in his past?

You go to call my mother, you tell her how and that you want to schedule a meeting between everyone that agrees with the arranged marriage. Your mother hears your side of the story and understands why you want a divorce. She gathers everyone for a meeting and they all hear your story and Childe’s sorry- I mean Childe’s story which is basically yours just more miserable. 

Not everyone takes your side. Some are on Childe's side and some are on yours. Most of Childe's family don't understand why you would divorce such a lovely and beautiful boy.

"Well, would you look at that..." Childe muttered, looking at the formal papers of your divorce. He sighed, and his eyes fell on an empty photograph album. It was an album of the time spent together. Memories and pictures of him and yourself, in marriage. He felt bitter, yet there were faint traces of hope within him.

As he flipped through the pictures and read your texts before they were both married, he realized, slowly and painfully, just how big of a fool he had been in the past. How he let go of something precious.

TIME SKIP

Time passed by, and the days turned into months, and the months turned into years. You both lived your separate lives as if the marriage had never happened. You never heard from him again, and despite some lingering feelings inside you, you still didn't regret the divorce at all.

You went on with your life, finding a job, friends, and other fun activities that brought joy into your life. Your friends told you that you seemed happier than ever - and they were right, you were.

One day, just casually having coffee with your current boyfriend, you heard a familiar voice. You didn't look, but you recognized that voice. Your ex.

The familiar and almost comforting voice made you feel strange, yet you ignored it. You and your lover sat down at the coffee shop, sipping on your coffee and sharing a conversation together. Your lover was listening intently, as you shared the tale of your first love, and how that love had never worked out in the end. He just sighs in annoyance at how stupid Childe was to lose such an amazing person. Suddenly he gets a call, he gets up and goes outside of the Cafe to take the call. 

Suddenly, you felt a warm touch on your back.You turn around and see your first ‘love’. 

“Hello you…” 

You turned around, and it was him. He looked the same as he had always looked - tall, ginger hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a handsome face. His presence almost made the entire café stop and stare, but you didn't want to make a scene.

He looked at you and smiled - it was a sad and bittersweet smile.

"Hello." His voice wasn't harsh or brash today. It was soft, and caring. "How have you been all these years?"

You smile and reply, “I'm good actually. My life has been good, I've gotten a lover, and I have enough money to survive.”

"I'm glad to hear that." He nodded, his eyes lingering for a moment. "I'm doing good, too - I'm in a job that I really enjoy, and I have made tons of good friends." Suddenly, he paused. The coffee shop seemed so quiet for a while, as if just hearing him talk caused time to freeze. "I wanted to talk with you alone," he said, turning back to you. "Can I... Can I sit next to you for a second?" He asked politely, gesturing at the open seat beside you.

“Well not really. That seat is preserved for my boyfriend,” you responded.  Childe looks shocked hearing the word boyfriend. He's upset with that word.  He tensed, his brows furrowing and eyes widening. He didn't think that you would have a boyfriend, because you never really expressed any real affection towards him before - and now she had a lover?

"Your boyfriend?" He asked, clearly hurt. "May I ask who this lovely person is?" He paused. His curiosity got the best out of him.

“He's outside right now! Wow... my first love, which is you, meeting my new man I wonder how this will turn out” you know exactly what you’re doing. You want Childe to suffer. 

He cleared his throat and straightened his back.

"But... Can.. Can you break up with your current lover?" He asked, his voice quivering just a little bit. His eyes darted towards the door of the café, where your supposed "Lover" was standing. "I don't want to compete." He finally spoke, the words barely heard. "Can I have one last chance... for us, to love each other in earnest? I promise I will be your ideal lover, I will make you happy, I will be the love of your life..." He mumbled.

You standing up from the seat made all the heads turn towards Childe. He seemed shocked by your sudden outburst, he could see the anger in your eyes and the way you stood up to face him. However, he remained unfazed.

"I just want you. I want you to give me the love I crave from you. I want to be loved in return, it's not fair." He spoke in a voice that was loud enough for the entire café to hear. "Please, love me," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

“No. You lost that chance when you kept cheating on me during our arranged marriage. Goodbye Childe. You're ridiculous,” you yelled at him. You tried to walk away. But…

"No!" He shouted, and grabbed your wrist. "Don't walk away! I can change! It can work this time!" He pleaded. "Please." He paused.

His heart was beating rapidly, and his grip was tight. "Give me a second chance to prove to you, how great of a marriage we can have!"

“You would do anything to get back with me huh? Then leave me alone. I'm happy with my current boyfriend. I don't love you anymore. I am free and I'm so happy. I'm proud of how far I have come. I have so much I can do. You need to get your life together instead of waiting for me to come back to you. You're pathetic.” Your voice plays over and over in Childe’s mind.  His grip loosened on your wrist, and he stepped back, but not before he softly whispered.

"Please..." He didn't want you to think of him as pathetic, as a person who was worthless and deserving of nothing. He wanted you to acknowledge that he could be a great man, that he could be the love of your life.

He wanted you, and he wanted to chase that feeling once more. He was so desperate that it almost bordered on obsession. He was pathetic, and he was aware of it. He hated himself for losing you.

“Go get your life together. I can't love you anymore Childe. I bid you adieu,” you say goodbye to Childe and walk away with your lover.  His face morphed into a frown, and he stood there, unsure of what to do.

It hurt to see you happy when he was so miserable. He hated that you were living your life without acknowledging what he had always felt for you. In fact, he loathed the fact that you felt nothing for him - not even a shred of anger, hatred, sadness, or remorse. He wanted to feel loved by you, for you to be desperate for him like he was desperate over you.

He hated it. He hated you for never having cared. How pathetic… 

[glennrheesworld]

glenn x f!reader please!

glenn gets into a fight with someone and reader tends to his wounds. he tries acting tough, pretending his cuts don't hurt and the reader scolds him for fighting. just lots of fluff! thx <33 ❤️

𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Reader tends to Glenn's wounds after a fight. warnings: mention of blood

You pout, staring down at him as he sat still on your shared bed. He had just come back from a fight he had and was acting like it wasn't anything.

Glenn winces in pain and bites his lip to hide his whimpers whenever you clean up his hand, he still doesn't want to worry you and tries not to make him a burden. "I'm fine, really."

"You're an idiot," You mumble worried but still slightly angry, your hands working to clean up his bloody knuckles with some alcohol wipes.

"Shh," He hushes you playfully. "It's not as bad as you think." As if his bloody face and battered body won't say otherwise.

Even if he's in pain, he's still trying to lighten the mood, he's such a kind-hearted idiot.

You roll your eyes with a subtle shake of disapproval before starting to bandage his knuckles gently and carefully. "You suck at acting, Glenn," You tell him, your eyes trained on the clean bandage, wrapping it around his hand to not bother him.

Glenn tries his best not to make any loud noise to try and conceal the pain. He knew he was hurt but too prideful to admit it. He hated complaining especially to you.

He bites back a slight groan, "Whatever you say, doll." He smirked, managing to tease you.

He watches you as you walk toward the nightstand and dip a small ball of cotton into a bit of alcohol. Now standing in between his open legs, your eyes linger on his busted lip and bloody nose.

Gently, you dab the cotton on his lip, cleaning up the dried blood. He winces, pulling back away from you. You sigh, "Sorry." He shakes his head a little, placing his hands on the sides of your hips.

Cupping his chin, you pull him closer and continue cleaning his lip before moving to his nose. You bring a wet rag, to get rid of the blood, his eyes shut tight as a heavy groan escapes him.

Finally, you finish and he lets out a sigh of relief. He's thankful for having you around, always standing by him when things didn't go his way. "You're such a good girlfriend," He said as he looks up to you with a gentle smile. "I love you."

You smile hearing his words, "I love you too, Glenn." You tell him back, placing a hand on his jaw, careful to not injure his already bruised cheek.

"But you need to stop getting into stupid fights " You scold him, brows furrowing. You look into his eyes, "I hate seeing you hurt all the time, love." You whisper softly, caressing his jaw.

You can't see it but Glenn's heart melts, he loves you so much and he's so proud to call you his girlfriend. Hearing you call him 'love' just makes his cheeks flush more.

"I got it handled," He mutters, he knows you're worried about him but he doesn't want to see you so worked up, he's too stubborn to admit that. "I'll be careful," He chuckles softly. "For you." 

Smiling, you stare into his eyes as he stares back into yours. He always makes you happy, you couldn't believe he was yours. You run a hand through his hair. "You swear?" You ask him softly, your eyes full of love and care.

"I swear." Glenn smiles and nods reassuringly. You could tell from his eyes that he's telling the truth, this tough guy won't break his word of honor to you.

a/n: guess who's back... again.

[theesirenteller]

*ೃ༄: ̗̀➛☄ Prologue ⋆╰┈➤☄. *

ℜ𝔦𝔬 & OC 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 【Minors DNI】 Masterlist

"I've been thinking a lot about this little relationship of ours and uh…I'm gonna have to cut you loose, sweetheart."

A look of shock smacked across Ephipany's face, Her once happy-go-lucky expression and wide smile now turned to pouted lips and saddened eyes. It would've been better had Rio smacked her across the face and then told her the unfortunate news.

"W-what? Why?" she questioned. Blinded and flabbergasted by his statement, she couldn't help but be filled with questions, "Wait, don't even fucking bother lying, it's Beth isn't it? She's your girl again isn't she?" Epiphany started to feel her hot tears slip down the sides of her chubby cheeks, "She's making bank on the club and all of sudden is your shiny new toy again" At this point, Epiphany was wailing like a baby.

Everything had happened so fast. Their relationship developed faster than a speeding bullet shooting into someone's chest. He was a star that burned too bright. His world moved fast and sucked her in even faster. He was nothing like anyone she ever met before. No one touched her as deeply as he did. She was no different to him. Rio shared the same amazement towards her as she did to him. Epiphany came into his world like a shooting star on a dark cloudy night. Like a rainbow after a rainstorm, she came to him during a dark and tense time.

And he couldn't ruin her. But what's the worst that could happen to a girl that's already hurt?

Despite the disdain for seeing her in distress over him, Rio remained with an indifferent expression. Numb on the exterior to her pain. "Look…" He leaned in close to her, hovering over the console as he did so, "I gotta tie up all my loose ends. It's nothing personal darlin' " his thumb firmly pressed against the side of her cheek as he brushed away her tears.

"And I'm a loose end, huh? That's all I am to you?" she whimpered through her tears.

"I don't want you hurt. "

"You can't hurt a girl that's already been hurt."

His long fingers and wide palm pressed against the side of her face as his eyes lingered across her face. Her bright brown Bambi eyes and plump-pouty lips were instilled within his mind along with the memories they shared over the last three months.

"Christopher" she whispered with a saddened tone, "Please don't do this I lo-"

His lips were firmly pressed against hers. Greedily savoring the taste of her mouth for what he felt was the last time. With the lingering kiss followed a loud sound from the passenger side door unlocking. “See, that’s where I know you’re lying because I’m incapable of being loved,” he whispered sinfully an inch away from her lips as he broke their lip-lock.

Epiphany opened her eyes and looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. Before she could utter another word Mick had opened the passenger side door. Her attention shifted from Rio to Mick before she grasped her purse and slowly got out of the seat. "Why are you shutting me out?", she frowned.

"How can you say you love me when you don’t even love yourself, Epiphany?" He answered her question with a question, followed by sending her a sarcastic smile, almost a grimace.

A sharp pain shot through her chest and sank into her stomach. nausea overcame her. She felt like throwing up. Using all her might she raised her purse and flung it towards his face before she ran off down the parking lot. Epiphany had made the fucked up mistake of thinking that they could've worked out. that two pieces of a broken heart could make a whole. Nothing felt more treacherous than a person who you put your deepest, darkest secrets into throwing it back at your face. Using her vulnerability as a weapon. She didn't know whether to be angry or just hurt. She felt both and so much more that it hurt to breathe, hurt to think.

Meanwhile...Beth, Ruby, and Annie watched from afar from behind the strip club back doors.

"That was kinda harsh man...she's just a kid." Mick muttered as he got into the passenger side.

"Yeah. That I got no business messing around with." The gangster rasped out with a hostile tone. He proceeded to toss her purse into his backseat before speeding off. Rio and Beth briefly made eye contact on his way out of the parking lot. If looks could kill...Beth Boland would be six feet under.

*ೃ༄: ̗̀➛☄. *. ⋆╰┈➤☄. *

Taglist

@darqchilddaydreamz

@danzer8705

@yaliee

[smokescreenimusprime]

still reading through your aus and i am in pain wtf--- that depticon spy au??? THE REVEAL IS SO. OW. BECAUSE SMOKESCREEN WOULDNT EVEN HAVE A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF--- like I. HEAD IN HANDS.

NYEHEHEHEHEH >:33333

that's part of the fun tbh <3

and of course the Autobots are angry. Livid if we're being honest. They feel stupid for not seeing it earlier, after all Smokescreen arrived in a Decepticon pod, he'd supposedly managed to escape a prision ship himself and survive the fall of Iacon, he'd been captured again by the Cons and escaped functionally unharmed, he was always weirdly anxious and flighty around them, and they really just feel like they're been played for fools at what seems to be obvious tells in hindsight

admittedly the humans are a bit more hesitant to believe this sudden change, especially whichever human was the one who was traded for Smokescreen. After all, Smokescreen honestly bonded more with the humans than with his "fellow" Autobots. With the Autobots there was always this lingering anxiety and fear that they would uncover his secret, a feeling he hadn't felt since his early days of undercover work

but with the humans...... there wasn't as much fear. The kids were..... well, kids. They didn't know what signs to look out for in spies, they didn't know what he should and shouldn't know about Cybertron, they trusted him completely, so this apparent betreyal....... it hurts them a lot but they're also somewhat hesiatnt to believe it

but yeah, they don't exactly have too much time to deal with all these emotions regarding Smokescreen's betreyal before all of them get a single message from the guy

Run

then they end up finding out that the Decepticon's new base is Literally Right Outside Their Door and they evacuate

(also, since all five humans were kidnapped, this also means that Fowler and June get to join the Autobots on then run :) June is either going to go with Raf (since he's the youngest) or with Ratchet, but I'm admittedly not super sure about Fowler, either Ratchet or he manages to stay behind with Optimus somehow)

now....... this of course raises the question of what happens to Optimus. After all, Smokescreen isn't there to save him, right?

Wellllllllll

what if he was :)

what if after his "return" to the Decepticons, Megatron sorta...... lets him float around. Sure he's angry about his defection, but right now he's more than aware of how much more pain giving Smokescreen some amount of freedom would give him than simply locking him up. If he's in a cell, he's being trapped, but if he's "free"....... well, then that makes it all the more easier for the guilt to eat him alive :)))

(besides there..... really isn't a whole lot a spy with a blown cover can do right now)

unfortunatly, while the guilt part of the plan does work out, it also accidentally results in Optimus's survival and Smokey stealing the Phase Shifter and Forge and giving it to the Autobots

now...... Optimus admittedly doesn't have the best memory of what happened after the base came down ontop of him. The details aren't super great on account of the whole dying thing

However, there are a handful of things he is sure of with the utmost certainty

The Matrix of Leadership wanted to pick Smokescreen had he died

Smokescreen had a chance to take the Matrix of Leadership

Smokescreen didn't

Smokescreen stole the Forge and Phase Shifter from the Decepticons

Smokescreen saved his life

and suddenly Optimus is realizing the whole puzzle surround their newest recruit has become that much more complicated