#I can't stop falling in love with unhealthy men

[decaf-mother]

He's so tired and hot.

I wanna give him a kiss.

mw2 doodle dump

[readerthatreadsss]

hello you can make headcanons about yandere soft elijah mikaelson x fem human reader, where he has several yandere traits but to his lover he is a softie.

Alright anon, I GOTCHU.

Please don't be afraid to let me know how I did cause this is not only my first headcanon post but also my first Yandere one :)

Soft yandere!Elijah Mikaelson headcanons

Warnings: Starts off pretty calm but ends a little smutty so minors beware, sub!reader, yandere themes (possessiveness, manipulation, overprotective behavior, compulsion, mild obsession, denial of said obsession, unhealthy relationship tendencies, etc), breeding kink and edging mentioned, also more nsfw themes...

His siblings and enemies consider him to be noble, but when it comes to you? This man is everything but that.

Jealous, paranoid, overprotective? Yeah, that's Elijah.

The first time he met you had been under less than ideal circumstances but he couldn't help but take immediate note of how beautiful and strong you were. You helped the Salvatores to dagger him but that was quickly forgiven once you helped Elena undagger him a short time after. It was then that he saw that not only were you beautiful but you also had a good heart and were protective of the ones you loved, which was more than he could say for most of his past lovers, so he immediately set his sights on you.

Elijah needs to know where you are and what you're doing constantly or he stops functioning. Like he'll be more irritable than usual, snapping at his siblings, more aggressive with the men he's hired to watch you on the very few occasions when he can't, etc.

Most times he's following you with a small notebook where he writes down new things that he learns about you every day...though after enough time he's convinced that there's nothing about you that he doesn't know.

He saw you smiling at Damon for too long while watching you outside the Mystic Grill (without your knowledge) slashed Damon's car tires and ripped out his steering wheel.

His siblings tease him about his obsession with you and he denies it every time. "This isn't an obsession. I've simply taken a keen interest in her," he'll say.

Elijah takes note of your body language. And that's not just general things like how you struggle to hold eye contact with most people you talk to, or how you lick your lips and clench your jaw when you're frustrated. No, Elijah sees the smallest of habits that you don't even realize that you do on the regular.

He also knows your scent better than he knows himself. Elijah can actually smell your perfume/shampoo/lotion from a mile away and it actually comforts him the moment it hits his nose. When he's close enough or in a room with you, there are times when your scent becomes so overwhelming that he has to stop whatever he's saying or doing, close his eyes, and deeply inhale it so that he can go back to normal, (or as normal as he can pretend to be)

You are deeply involved in all the supernatural lore in Mystic Falls so you know that you're supposed to hate the Mikaelsons...but something about Elijah catches your attention. You liked how calm and composed he was or appeared to be in comparison to his brothers. Though he did things that sometimes hurt your friends, you could see and even appreciate the reasoning behind why he did them. He was also less impulsive than his brothers and sister in the same manner that you were less impulsive than your friends (the Salvatores, mainly).

You were one of the few people in Mystic Falls to engage in a conversation with Elijah that didn't end in a threat. You even once complimented the suit he was wearing that day and Elijah couldn't stop smiling for the rest of that day.

He has and will never lay a hand on you, even when his siblings demand that it would be strategic to harm you to persuade the Salvatores to do what they want. He actually threw Klaus into a bookshelf for even suggesting the idea.

Elijah sneaks into your house and watches you sleep on numerous occasions, and even though he knows it's wrong, he uses his abilities to force dreams he's had of the two of you together into your head while you sleep. He just wants you to see how good you could be together.

Since he started putting those dreams into your head, he's caught you stealing inquisitive glances at him, even with your friends around.

He hired someone to research your internet patterns and reading/music history and bought first editions of your favorite books/records and mailed them to your house that same week. You had no idea who sent them but the package was tied with a thick string that had a pattern that you could have sworn you saw on Elijah's tie the week before.

Since then you've been more hyperaware of your surroundings on your day-to-day. (You actually almost caught Elijah a few times but he managed to speed away before you could catch sight of him)

Elijah is known to be very patient in comparison to his siblings. This applies to you too. He wants you to see that he's the man that you belong with in your own time. But who says he can't continue to persuade you without brash tactics? So Elijah continues to send gifts, jewelry, and your favorite things to your house.

He saw you sitting at the edge of a creek one night and decided that this would be the one time where he would stop hiding and watching and just show his face. You two had a long conversation that night about the stars, (because he knew you were into astrology and astronomy) and he even told you that both your astrological signs were romantically compatible.

It was a lie and you both knew it but he loved the way it made you blush.

That was the night you two first kissed. It was better than the many many times he's imagined it. You were obviously apprehensive at first and he had to take the lead on it but he was more than happy to do so. You gave him your number and told him that you would be interested in going out with him. He already had your number for weeks before but you didn't know that.

It only took a few dates and late-night picnics for him to convince you to become his.

You noticed small differences in his behavior since you became official; he'd get slightly annoyed whenever he'd text or call and you'd say that you were with the Salvatores but if you were with Elena or any other female friends it was no problem, the deadly glares he'd send men in the street when you walked together and one stared at you for even a second (these men would end up missing dead in a dumpsterthat same night without your knowledge), or the way his grip on your hand would get tighter whenever you mentioned Klaus by name.

Once you started dating he insisted that you needed to live with him. He bought a house just so that the two of you could be alone and away from not only his siblings but the drama of Mystic Falls. You didn't agree at first, but Elijah sent two of his men to your house to fake a home invasion and that scared you right into his arms and your new home.

When you moved in with him, Elijah gave you a new phone and told you it was a housewarming present. It actually had a tracker in it and was connected to his own phone so that he could see every call and text you made. He asks you exactly where you're going whenever you leave the house. And of course, he checks his tracker just to double-check.

The longer you dated, the more violent Elijah got when it came to people who tried to harm you or take you away from him. But he never let you see him harm others, and on the rare occasions when you would, he'd compel you to forget it. He couldn't live with himself if he made you afraid of him.

Some of your family members got worried and upset when they went a whole month without seeing you and Elijah compelled them all to move across the country.

Despite having to do all of these outrageous things to keep you to himself, Elijah had never been happier. You were finally his and he would do anything to not only keep you his but to make you fall for him as deep as he had fallen for you.

He considers turning you because all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with you without worrying about human illness or one of his enemies taking you away from him, but he wants you to ask him to do it. He knows that bloodlust isn't something that everyone can handle and only wants you to be happy.

On nights when you'd get into arguments with your friends about your relationship with Elijah and come home sad and angry, he would hold you in his arms and kiss your head while you cried. He hated seeing you cry and would internally seeth with rage at your friends for making you sad. But he'd always find a way to calmly tell you that if it were up to him you'd never see the Salvatores ever again but he understands your loyalty. (he doesn't. he really doesn't like the Salvatores or how close they are to you.)

NSFW hcs up ahead...

Elijah is a primarily gentle lover by nature. For your first time, it was mostly because he thought he wouldn't get the chance to do it again and wanted to make the most of it while he could. But as you continued dating he was only rough with you when you asked him to be...which was most times.

On these days when you asked him to be rough...he would completely oblige. He would never degrade you but praises would easily fall from his lips while he pounded into you from behind with enough force to leave you limping the next day. "You look so beautiful taking me like this, love."

He gets extra possessive during sex. "No one else can ever make you feel this good, huh gorgeous? Tell me who's making you feel this good." "You're all mine, love. No one knows your body like I do," he'd growl with a hand softly resting around your throat while he drives into you with a finger fiddling with your clit. And Elijah was right. He knew what made you tick and what drove you crazy.

Elijah loves edging you. Like he will spend a whole hour working you with his hands or his mouth to the precipice of your orgasm only to pull away. He'd only indulge you once you were a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging for him to fuck you and let you come for him. You always wanted to be good for him so you'd never come without his permission.

He definitely feeds on you during sex (with your permission ofc). He loves the intimacy of the act and even makes you drink his blood sometimes. But Elijah also just loves the taste of your blood. It's painful every time he does it but you love the look of satisfaction that crosses his eyes once your blood hits his tongue, so you swallow the pain and allow him to do it every once in a while.

He absolutely LOVES leaving hickeys on your body. He would shout it from the highest rooftop that you were his if he could (he wanted to but you begged him not to), so for now, he's settled for leaving those deep red marks on your skin to let others know who you belong to. Once you tried to hide them with a scarf and he snatched the scarf from your neck and ripped it to shreds in front of your face.

Elijah worships your body during sex. He will caress and kiss every part he can get his hands on. He quite literally cannot get enough of you. His favorite parts of your body are your shoulder, your inner thighs, and your stomach.

You moaning or screaming his name drives Elijah FERAL. Actually, just you saying his name is music to his ears regardless of the setting. Your voice can soothe him in an instant or be his undoing in the bedroom.

There was one day that he got caught up in the moment and said, out loud, that he'd murder any man who even thought about seeing you like this. But you were so cockdrunk that you didn't register it.

Lastly. Breeding kink. Need I say more? Actually, I'll say more cause why not. Elijah obviously doesn't need to worry about surprise pregnancies with you but that doesn't stop him from whispering in your ears that he's gonna "fuck a baby into you," or that he "loves filling your womb with his come"

I know this was supposed to be soft yandere...but I feel like it kinda got away from me and strayed into REAL yandere territory so I hope that's okay?

Don't be afraid to comment or reblog and my requests are open! Hope you enjoyed <3

[ne-videl]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

♡

yandere Dion Agriche x fairy fem reader

he will gladly go even to his own death if you'll order him to.

sub yandere, unhealthy relationship, a little bit of Cassis x reader, mentions of violence, reader and Dion have master/pet relationships, also reader is referred to as "sister" a few times so pseudo incest I guess, sfw but a bit suggestive, everybody likes you!! poor english

word count: ~2k

a/n: there I am again drooling over fictional men. so here's my favorite yandere trope!! for if your psychopath doesn't worship you it's not your psychopath ©

honestly when I was reading this manhwa for the first time and saw dion I was like "damn I want this man on his knees 🤨🤨", so here you are. eat.

"you're a dog, Dion." – not-Roxanne lifts the corners of her lips in a slight smile, while her neat fingers run through his shaggy hair.

"your dog," – Dion adds mentally.

you feel the touch of his dry lips on your bare foot.

sitting like this, kneeling in front of you, seems right – it can't be any other way, and it won't be.

"may I?" – after receiving tacit approval, he leans closer, his hand stroking your bare thigh.

you smell like flowers: maids must have added rose oil to the water, and this smell digs into his lungs, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy.

just from this, from the fact that you are so close, he could just reach his hand out and feel you.

your body is cold – devoid of any human warmth, burning his skin with the cold of it's touch. your eyes look with a non malicious mockery: how a person looks at their beloved pet. with kind condescension.

you lean in, and Dion feels a kiss at the top of his head. scent of roses hits his nose, almost suffocating, and it feels like his mind is about to give up. well, if he dies right here, he won't regret a bit.

crimson flush on his cheeks almost burns his skin.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"hello. my name is ███████. do you mind playing with me, brother?"

he turns around at the girly voice behind him – distracting himself from the dead bird – and he is met by the look of your laughing eyes.

not red ones.

his sister tucks a lock of her hair behind her little ear and sits down next to him, waiting for an answer.

shouldn't she be blonde like Roxanne?

who is Roxanne?

"okay." – Deon catches his sister's smile and for some reason wants to smile too. she talks about a cute teddy bear that her father gave her, about how she likes to drink tea under the summer sun, and that she probably likes him too.

he had once seen in a book: in the old fairy tales that mothers read to their children, it was said that fairies could replace a human child with their own.

none of Agriche's children believed in fairy tales, but it seems appropriate for his "sister" – you, not-Roxanne, must be a fairy. a lovely creature with transparent wings and a honey voice.

he doesn't mind. whatever calls itself his sister, Deon thinks he really, really likes it.

____*:･ﾟ✧

if he's not on a mission, Deon is always by your side.

"what are you doing here? can't you see sister is with me now?" – Jeremy mumbled indignantly, but you only laughed softly, covering your lips with a neat palm.

a beautiful silver ring glitters on the sixth finger of the "sister".

their father also adores you – maybe it's natural for fairies to charm everyone around them – from members of their so-called "family" to the maids and even the hounds of the estate.

maybe he's a hound himself in her eyes. it didn't matter, as long as he could be with his "sister" – or at least with the creature that pretended to be her.

it was undoubtedly a pleasure to belong to you.

Deon drapes a white fur coat over your shoulders: you often went out into the garden in light clothes, as if the winter cold did not bother you at all. your hair falls over the fur collar, and you smile at him, giggling about how quietly he walks, and chirping about something else. you were fond of chatting, and it was often very difficult to stop listening to you. he, however, usually spoke rarely and little, accompanying you, his mistress, like a silent shadow.

you're spending too much time in the company of a Pedelian pup – an unacceptably long time – so that his eye begins to twitch with anger.

isn't he enough? why would you need this toy if he is always at your feet, your faithful dog, a hound, ready to do whatever you want without a trace of doubt and regret?

Dion wished you'd let him kill Cassis.

"may I ask you a question?" – you turn at the sound of his voice. surrounded by a winter garden, you look even more beautiful, pitch black against dead-white snow. perfection.

"of course, ask. what is it?" – "sister" raises an eyebrow a little stiffly, not naturally, just a little bit.

"do you like him more? I dare not doubt you, and you should not doubt my loyalty, but still-" – his scarlet eyes narrow slightly – "but still, do you like him more?"

if you answer yes, he will go and kill the eldest of the Pedelian offspring on the spot. this is Deon's place. and the hell he's going to let someone else take it.

"of course not, silly." – you laughed – "didn't we discuss this earlier? toys are toys, but you were and will remain my favorite."

right. that's how it should be. why did he even doubt it?

"favorite." – mentally repeats after you while your six-fingered palm rests on his head: you had a habit to pet him like a puppy.

"favorite." – gaze of crimson eyes trembles, invariably riveted to you, and Dion struggles with the desire to grab the object of his sick adoration in his arms, hug you, to feel the cold of your inhuman body at least through clothes. your smell is dope, your touch is opium, your eyes are an abyss, mesmerizing with the horror of its cold depths.

but he can't. you didn't allowed it yet.

and he, as befits a well-trained hound, will obediently wait for your permission.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"███████. that's not your real name, is it? what are you?" – Cassis looks at you expectantly.

you tilt your head to the side, picturesquely rounding your eyes and raising your neat eyebrows.

theatrically. not natural.

"what are you talking about? I am me. who else do you think I can be? stop asking stupid questions, darling." – you answer with a mocking smile. like he's saying something ridiculous.

"are you kidding me? you have six fingers! why doesn't anyone else notice this? besides, you look different, not at all like-" – Cassis cuts himself off in mid-sentence.

like who?

"you know, forget it... it's like I haven't been myself lately. you know, with all this kidnapping, and even your brother..." – he shakes his head nervously under your laughing gaze.

something inside told him that if he kept asking questions now, it won't end well. and anyway, why would he do that? after all, it's not polite to interrogate his benefactress.

everything is fine.

"the less you know the better you sleep, my dear. why don't we just proceed as planned? and how many fingers I have is none of your business." – you look appraisingly, as an already well-fed snake looks at a mouse.

eat or not?

"if I were you, I'd be more worried about the success of your future escape, and for that matter, about my dear brother. you see, Dion has been wanting to twist your neck for a long time." – mention of the red-eyed man makes Cassis tense up.

when you see his reaction, you giggle like you just said the funniest joke in the world.

"come on. I was joking. Dion won't hurt you unless I tell him to. he's a good boy."

when he thinks about it, you, the elder Agriche, had a lot in common with the poisonous butterflies you adored so much. in the sense that Cassis often got the impression that you wanted to devour him. at least it wasn't hard to imagine transparent wings behind your back.

____*:･ﾟ✧

gatherings with your father always ended well after midnight – invariably over cigars and wine, in his office full of acrid tobacco smoke.

it was no secret who will become the next head of Agriche: Lante never hid his paradoxical favoritism. with you alone he had the relationship that most closely resembles the relationship of a parent to a child.

"in general, everything is going as it should. don't forget to dress up for the next dinner party: I've already called the designers." – Lante exhaled a cloud of smoke, smiling cheekily: alcohol was doing its job.

"as you wish. Is Dion doing good at his job?" – you answered with a relaxed face: wine, as well as many other "human" things, had no effect on you.

"you ask as if you don't know. you raised him well." – you slightly unnaturally round your eyes in surprise – "only a fool here does not know that the only person to whom my son is truly faithful is you. I don't know how you did it, but these mind games of yours seem to have had the desired effect. of course, you're my daughter! you're more like a dog with a mistress, not a brother and sister."

Lante bursts into a deep laugh, and his "daughter" does not deny herself a satisfied grin.

a dog and his mistress, huh?

heavy doors of the head's office closed behind your fragile – at least visually –figure.

you are greeted by the night chill of the deserted corridor of the estate and your dog waiting in the distance.

"hi, Dion. already returned?" – he just nods silently in response, coming closer to you and offering his hand.

my-my, just came from a mission in the middle of the night and immediately rushed to you. how obedient.

"did you hear it?" – you tilt your head to the side with a sly grin.

"I did. while I was waiting for you." – he doesn't say anything about Lante's comment. doesn't deny it.

indeed, you raised him well. no trace of pride was left.

Dion in your hands – a faithful puppy, readily following any of your instructions. even if you'll send him right to his death, he will return, only bowing his head in anticipation of praise and the touch of your cold hands.

and you, like a good master, praise, and stroke, and kiss. after all, if there is a stick, there must be a carrot.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"here we will part, my dear friend. we have already discussed your plan of action, so I see no point in repeating myself. go to freedom, but quickly: we, you know, deal with riots quickly."

"wait, listen, please. can you at least answer me before I leave? what are you, really? I always have the feeling that you're not who you seem. I mean... no, I like you, I really like you, it's just-" – Cassis cuts himself off, realizing that he blurted out too much.

he's all flushed, confused in words, and you're just looking at him with your unnerving eyes and smiling.

watching. and aren't blinking.

"God, no matter how much years I'm carrying on my shoulders, it's the first time I've met such a curious human." – you purse your scarlet lips, thinking about the answer – "don't worry, "she" is now where she will be better. and as for your question, dear, you can consider that I'm just a bystander. yes, let's think so. so stop talking and run, okay?"

"and you? will you be okay?" – you raised your eyebrow: still unnatural, however, he's already used to it.

exit from the estate is already very close, just a stone's throw away, and Cassis is hesitating. desperately grabbing your wrist, looking with shining yellow eyes into your laughing, soulless ones.

tch.

"what, you want to stay my toy forever? you know, I'm an Agriche too, and I might change my mind about letting you go if you keep looking at me like a beaten puppy." – realizing that your quip was not accepted by the "audience", you rolled your eyes, but then broke into your too perfect smile again.

"don't worry. I can't be killed in a way that matters."– a six-fingered palm rests on the top of his head, and your face stretches into a grin, not human, too wide for a human.

but he's not scared. he wants to watch more – it's impossible to look away, even if his instinct for self-preservation screams that he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

the abyss, as it turned out, can really look back, and it is beautiful in its terrifying appearance.

is this how Deon feels every time he looks at something that calls itself his sister?

"well, let's never meet again, my friend." – and Cassis leaves, leaves without turning around, because he understands that if he turns around, he will never be able to leave this nightmarish estate. he won't want to.

you hesitate a little, watching him with unblinking eyes, and with a sense of accomplishment you turn back.

your face rests against a man's chest. familiar scent of ash and blood hits your sensitive nose.

"and you're still walking silently." – Dion drapes his coat over your bare shoulders. a gloved hand lingers on your skin a little longer than it should.

"it's cold in the dungeons. you should have dressed warmer." – you laughed a little.

he knows perfectly well that you don't feel the cold, but he does this every time anyway.

"and what, you won't even ask anything? aren't you curious why I let the Pedelian offspring go?" – your six–fingered hand is holding his elbow as you wind through the dark and cold corridors.

"I will not question your methods. but was it wise to talk about your secret, even in this way? doesn't he know too much now?" – it's not difficult to understand what he's hinting at: in his opinion, you should've get rid of Cassis. athough never said out loud, your "brother's" dislike of your toy was ridiculously strong.

ah, men's jealousy!

"let him think what he wants. there are no big conclusions to be drawn from what I said anyway." – you tilt your head to the side, your eyes lazily scan the walls of the dungeon. he just nods and continues to walk beside you in silence.

Dion never asked too much, never doubted any of your actions, never poked his nose where it should not be. you certainly raised him well. no, even exceeded your own expectations.

what a good boy.

mom yelled at me for almost a hour and I wanna curl up and die 🤩

thanks for reading!!

[t-a-a-1]

The Darkest Hour

Ch.2: Trust

Summary:

After being labeled as crazy for trying to report that robot aliens exist on national television, you lose your job and move to Jasper City. In a drastic turn of fate, you meet Optimus Prime. You and Team Prime get together to find ancient relics that are vital to the Autobot's cause.

Along the way, you and Optimus start to develop feelings that go beyond comradeship.

But what happens when he discovers you've been lying all of this time?

……..

This story is a slow burn. Eventual smut. Optimus develops an unhealthy attachment (he is smitten, obsessed) to you but nothing OOC. Lots of yearning, craving, hurt, betrayal, erotic and that good stuff. Ok bye. In case of any questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, requests, etc. You may message me here. Thank you for reading!

For a better reading experience you can read this story on Ao3:

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/60642838/chapters/154846393

Ch.2: Trust

It's about a 14-hour drive. You had given Optimus coordinates of where the relic is supposed to be.

    He doesn't need gasoline to function. He had something called 'Energon' that kept him going. It was awkward to ask him to stop every two hours at a gas station. But you had your necessities and you couldn't go without food either. You envied him to an extent. His biology seems to be very static, mostly because his species has lived for millions of years. He doesn't change, no matter what he eats or not. You wonder how he viewed time.

After millions of years pass, will he remember you? Probably not. To him, you will be just another human he met on a little planet called Earth.

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Prime, don't you need to rest?" you ask him, he has been driving for about eight hours. And besides the occasional restroom breaks you had to make, he didn't stop.

"No."

    He is not much of a talker. You were not going to force him to talk either.

    There were so many questions you wanted to ask but you know he won't give you an answer.

    "So ... Do you like being the leader of the Autobots?"

You didn't know what else to say or ask. The question sounded stupid and you only realized that now after asking. But you hated the silence and more so the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Yes."

    You weren't expecting him to answer. You wouldn't blame him if he didn't. However, you are glad he did.

"And tell me, how did you came to be the leader of the Autobots?"

    Maybe you were pushing it a little. But if you were certain of something, is that men love to talk about themselves. Of course, you didn't know if the same rule applied to a robotic alien but it didn't hurt to try.

"I was an archivist with dreams," his voice is gentle but you can't tell anything from it. Not a single emotion. "Young and with a lot of hope. That was enough to make me a Prime. I am sure you can imagine the rest."

"An idealist with charisma and unbreakable morals," you look at the road in front of you. It's starting to get dark. "Do you also want to pretend to die as a hero?"

"I am no hero," he said. "I am just a soldier."

"I never said you were. But a part of me believes you are pretending to be one," you tried to watch your words, trying not to sound too hard.  "Will you listen to advice from an organism that has lived not even a quarter of your life?"

    Optimus stays quiet.  You took this as a sign to continue.

"I've met all kinds of people. Idealists, people who had good intentions, people who thought they would change the world," On the path, you saw that you were approaching a bump on the road. "They all liked playing hero."

    You thought Optimus would slow down but he didn't. Instead, he goes over it, causing the whole truck to go up and down. You were wearing a seat belt but it wasn't secure enough. Your head impacts the top of the truck and you fall down quickly to your seat again.

    You thought that either Prime was careless and didn't care about your well-being or he was trying his show his annoyance.

"And at the end when it comes to war, their morals bend. They kill, they make others suffer," you rub your head, pretending that it didn't hurt you so as to not give him any type of satisfaction.  "Don't pretend to be something you can't be."

"Anyone can be a hero."

    There's finally some emotion in his voice. One you could recognize. Determination.

    You quickly remember that you have to pretend. To believe things you no longer believe.

"The world doesn't need a hero, it needs a leader," the night has finally arrived. On the vastness of the road, nature surrounds you.  "And I've never seen anyone be both. I don't think such a person exists."

    You don't blame him for having such idelogies. After the things he's been through, there's nothing left for him to do but hope.

And you shouldn't be talking about morals you no longer have.

"If I ever see such a person, I'll know the moment I lay eyes on them."

    He doesn't do anything and you thought that would be the end of the conversation.

"If you do, please, allow me to meet them as well."

.

.

.

    It was the middle of the night when the two of you arrived at your destination. You looked at Optimus as the two of you stared at a plateau. It was impressive, to say the least, but nothing you haven't seen before.

"It's ... a really big rock ..."

    It was a first time for Optimus. Nevada may have high elevation points but nothing compared to this. Coming from a planet that was completely made out of metal, his mind may not have been able to imagine that nature could create something way bigger than him.

    He stood around 32 feet tall while the plateau stood around 2,000 feet, maybe even more.

    He kept looking at the scenery around him while you could only look at him.

    You stared at him in awe. You were so close and could hear a few vents, his engines, there was nothing static about him. He was a living, conscious being, with feelings, ambitions and passions, dreams. He was no human but it didn't feel uncanny.

"Are you listening?"

    You had been staring for too long. You quickly turn to look at the cave in front of you. The entrance was big enough to let Optimus inside on his normal size. No need to shift.  It was completely dark but you couldn't feel safer than being accompanied by a 32-foot-tall, gun-loaded robot.

"We go in, I stay close to you."

    He vents heavily. Feeling like you were more of an inconvenience to him. Of course, you were, you were a tiny forgettable human after all. You didn't care, however, he will learn to stand you eventually.

    You had brought a backpack. Inside it, there were cigarettes, a lighter, a blanket, tape, some cash, and other things you might need.

    From it, you pull the flashlight.

You sigh and see your warm breath contract in the coldness with a small fog.

    It's cold. You were wearing multiple layers of clothes but you even know that spending too much time here won't do you any good. It's better to finish the job quickly.

You walk inside the cave first. You were walking based solely on instinct. Waiting for Optimus to take the lead.

"Coordinates show that the relic should be 20 meters inside from here."

    He looks at his wrist, seeming to read something from a data pad.    

"Sounds good, Prime," you say, as you point your flashlight in different directions. You weren't very fond of dark places, but you couldn't let that show.

    It was an awkward walk. Nothing to say but listen to a few nocturnal bugs.

    A few seconds passed until Optimus transformed one of his hands into a laser pistol. It looks exactly like you thought an alien gun would look like. You don't know what better way to describe it but it was simple, made of metal and blue. Mostly resembling big cannons.

    You look over and see what Optimus was pointing at.

"It's a firefly."

    You softly put a hand on his metal leg. You run your fingers through his metal. Signaling him to put them down and hopefully, calm him.

"It's fine."

    You walk past him as he puts away his cannons, his eyes follow you. You don't notice but he studies you. Your delicate touch, engraved on his processor. It felt nice.

But he didn't think about it too much.

    After walking a few more meters in silence. You and Optimus finally find what you've both been looking for. It looked like a plant pot. A very ancient one. White on its base while it had green decorations, it was sealed.

    It was big, not something you could carry. But it should be something simple for Optimus.

    You put a hand on the alien pot but then you hear something on the walls. It all happened too fast, all you could hear was an explosion and fire in front of your eyes. You felt a strong force pick you from the ground. Moving you from side to side with brute force, you know you will end up with bruises and a few injuries.

    Suddenly, your world turns black.

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     You wake up coughing up. Having lost complete consciousness wasn't a first for you but it brought you uncomfortable memories. You are on top of a cold metal platform. But as you look around you realize that it's Optimus' chassis.

    You two were outside the cave. You looked at his face and noticed his optics were closed. Optimus somehow managed to take you out of the cave before collapsing. The reason behind his current state was the hole in his chest, very close to his core.

    A blue liquid was coming out of it.

Still having your backpack on your shoulders, you quickly opened and pulled out the blanket.

"I sent Agent Fowler our coordinates."

    You hear Optimus' voice, he sounds weak but you are glad he is alive.

"I apologize I can't take you back. But I am leaking too much Energon and I wouldn't be able to go far regardless," he makes an effort to lift up his helm and look at his injury.

"Backup should be in the way. It should arrive in a couple of hours."

    You were listening to him as you placed the blanket on top of Optimu's injury. It was big enough to cover the hole. You used it in an absurd way to try and stop the blue liquid from leaking any further. You used the tape to try and keep everything together. You struggled a bit as your fingers were very cold and it was hard to move them. Nonetheless, your method seemed to work. It slowed the leaking enough.

"It's fine. You'll be fine."

    You reassured him. Taking a seat on his chassis and pulling out a cigarette, you turned it on, taking a deep puff before exhaling it. You had to stay warm some way or another. Although having a cigarette on a leaking truck may not be the best of ideas.

"At least we were able to get the relic, can't wait to see what's inside."

    Optimus held the pot on his right servo. You could see it from on top of his chassis.

    The bot was quiet and you looked at him. His optics were once again closed.

"Hey, why don't we talk for a bit?"

    You didn't know anything about Cybertronian biology but if it's similar to human biology in any way, then you know you had to keep him conscious.

"Tell me, what was Cybertron like?"

    He stays quiet. You hear him vent heavily as if he is trying to gain enough strength to talk. You thought he was going to tell you to stay quiet.

"Beautiful."

    He said.

"I still remember each building, each road, the lights, transformers happy and the young sparklings."

    You could hardly ever tell what he was feeling through his voice. But his melancholy was so evident that it made you pity him. It was as if he could see it, right in front of him, on his grasp. Yet, unreachable.

"Was I ... Was I-"

    He takes heavier breaths and you look at him. His optics opened up. Wider and there is some sort of amazement in them.  The kind of awe you had when you first saw him. A self-recognition of the beauty of things greater than you. The awe you can only find in nature in all its glory.

"What is that?"

"What?" You ask.

"That light."

    You look up at the sky and immediately notice what he is talking about. The dark night sky was decorated with purple, pink, green and yellow lights. Moving like a river made of light.

"Oh, the aurora borealis," you finish your cigarette and put the remaining in your backpack. You lay flat on Optimus' chassis. It's cold. All of him.

    Maybe you could start a fire but that would mean leaving Optimus alone to gather the necessary things and you knew how important it was to keep him conscious.

"It's actually not very common to see them this time of the year," you are starting to feel sleepy as well. Your body was slowly acclimating to the coldness. It wasn't a good sign but you had no energy left to move.

"Maybe it's a sign from the universe."

"And what kind of sign would that be? Optimus asked, he could feel you shivering on top of him but was so lost in the sky above him that he didn't notice at first.

"Whatever you want it to be."

    It was moments like this that made you appreciate the small things in life. You have done many things, not everything you wanted but more than you originally expected.

"Thank you for existing, Prime," your voice trembles and is low to the point in which you don't know if he can even hear.

"To you, knowing that there are living species on other planets may be common knowledge," you were completely changing the topic of conversation. But as you feel your eyes close, you start to mumble to yourself. You didn't care if he was listening or not. It was just you, trying to keep a desperate grasp on whatever consciousness you had left.

"But to me, a small human, who grew up thinking that that there was nothing more to life than just growing old and dying..."

    You stop trembling. You couldn't feel anything, it wasn't cold anymore.

"Your whole being, your whole existence... it means something. It's not all meaningless, there's more to life than just this."

    You finally close your eyes, resting. Unable to hear Optimus desperately calling your name, trying to wake you up.

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    You didn't know how long you were asleep. It's not like you cared either. The only thing that matters is that you are in a warm bed.

    But the light in the room was too bright to let you fall into slumber.

    Slowly opening your eyes, you immediately knew that you were in a hospital. Not because of your surroundings but because of that very specific smell. Of medicine, needles, and cleaning products.

"You are finally awake."

    You recognized that voice. It was Agent Fowler who stood next to your bed.

"Tragically."

    You sit on the bed, your body no longer cold but it hurts. Some bruises but nothing feels broken.

"You were out for about three days, don't worry, I contacted your job and told them you were extremely sick," Fowlers picks up a case from the floor.

"How's Prime?" you ask, seeing his every move, you predicted and feared what'll happen next.

"He's alright. That blanket you put on his injury saved him actually."

"And the relic?"

"Under Autobots' jurisdiction," he opened the case but restrained from fully revealing its content. "And under scientific investigation."

"Why are you here?"

    He had a burlesque smile decorating his face. Finally, he pulls piles of paper and puts them on your lap. He holds out a pen in front of you.

"You forgot to sign some documents."

    You harshly took the pen, you didn't even bother to read the papers. It's not like you had any other choice.

"Give me a copy of these when you can," you say. "I could be selling my soul to the devil and I wouldn't know."

"You are giving your secrecy to the United States of America."

"So the same thing, whatever."

    You finish signing the contract, giving the pen back to Fowler as he takes your documentation.

"Well, then, now that's done,"  he puts the papers back in the case and closes it. "I'll introduce you to the rest."

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    There were others similar to Optimus. Without counting the leader of the Autobots, there were four of them. A nice yellow car, a big green one, a blue motorcycle and an ambulance. There was a great variety.

    You didn't know what you found more interesting. The base was large enough to withstand five massive titanic robots or the robotic aliens that looked up and down at you.

"Ratchet, Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead," you point at each of the Autobots. Their optics were really big and they were curious about you as much as you are about them.

"Have I seen you before?"

    Bulkhead asks as he struggles to get closer to you. He is trying to take a better look at your face to recognize it.

"Well, I work as a reporter and come out on TV sometimes," you were equally in awe. You feel so small and weak at the simple thought that if they wanted, they could stomp on you like you could step on a cockroach.

"Oh, you are that reporter that Optimus likes."

"Uh?"

"She is, I remember her face," Arcee gets closer to you. Her digits touch your hair delicately.  "Optimus never misses your reports. Or he records them if he can't see them in time."

"Really? I didn't know that."

    You suddenly feel a sense of pride. Smiling like an idiot.

"By Primus, I am sure he freaked out when he saw you," Bulkhead added unaware of the figure behind him.

"Bulkhead, let's not bother our guests with unnecessary information."

    You stood on the second floor. The section where Agent Fowler usually stands when he likes to talk to the Autobots face to face. 

    Optimus walks past everyone, trying to get a better look at you. He notices a few bruises on your arms.

    You saw some discomfort in his eyes, you wondered if he felt guilty about the explosion. But you thought it would have been better to ignore it and pretend like it didn't hurt you.

"Good to see you are doing fine, Prime."

"I could say the same," his voice sounds more endearing. Less monotone and more vivid. "But I would appreciate it if you stopped calling me Prime and called me Optimus instead."

"Can't do," you moved your head from side to side. The only reason why you called the other bots by their first names is that they didn't have any known last names.

     "Sorry, but I only call people I am close to by their first name. For now, let's keep formalities until we are more acquainted with each other."

    Unconsciously, Optimus gets closer to your face. He seems fascinated by your existence, looking at you the same way you look at him. At awe.

"As you wish."

    You and him shared a few seconds of mutual understanding. Unaware of the looks the other Autobots were giving to each other.

"So, you want to help us find some ancient relics?"

    Arcee was the only one who dared to break the moment. Mostly because everyone felt a little left out of the situation.

"Yes, and I have everything I need right here."

    You turn around to show everyone your backpack. It was rather big and it hurt your back, but after all the events you didn't want to look weak.

"Optimus,"

    Ratchet, who had been nonchalant to the whole situation, finally leaves his area of work to be part of the conversation.

"In your message, you said you had doubts about this human's trustworthiness. Do your feelings remain the same?"

"My feelings towards the matter are not important," Optimus finally steps back, leaving you surrounded by the gigantic bots. "I leave it to you all to decide."

"I am not sure about having a human on missions," Arcee said. "But if she can help us find those relics, I think she should stay for the meantime."

Bumblebee says something you don't understand but it must be something good because you see Bulkhead nod his helm.

"I agree with Bee. She saved Optimus's life. I think she can be trusted."

    Everyone had given their opinion. All eyes then lay on Ratchet who kept a distance from you.

"Ratchet?" Optimus called his name, insisting him to give his opinion on the matter.

"Humans don't do good on cold. You had a blanket that could have helped your survival chances but instead, you used it on Optimus to try and stop the leaking."

    He takes a few steps closer to you and with each step, you feel your body vibrate.

"Why did you do it?

    This was a test. You thought of your honest answer. That your life was insignificant compared to that of an organic being that is almost extinct. There were many humans but only a few Cybertronians.

"Because it was the right thing to do."

    You quickly say, knowing that you didn't have enough time to think about a proper response.

    Ratchet takes a few steps back, going back to his original position. Your heart is beating fast, afraid that you have given the wrong answer.

"Humans can be very unpredictable. Treachurus, deceitful," Ratchet looks at Optimus who stays quiet. He paused and then looked at you.

     "But you have proved to be useful and selfless."

"And most importantly, you saved Optimus's life," Ratchet adds. "For that, I'll agree that you should stay ... um ... What's your name again?"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," you say, finally relieved to have everyone's approval. "I am (Y/N), nice to meet you!"

        You smile and it was returned by everyone.

    But you look at Optimus who had a soft and delicate smile. Maybe it was the first time you saw past his cold demeanor.

"Welcome to Team Prime."

    After hearing that, you knew were one step closer to your goal.

Mission One: Obtaining the trust of the Autobots.

Status: Complete.

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A/N:

I never thought I would end up writing Transformers Fanfiction but here I am!

    This was harder than I thought, I usually write fantasy so writing something based on Earth was a bit strange.

I do want to apologize if I made any mistakes, lore-wise. I am new to Transformers so I am still learning! I feel like I will be taking some liberties while writing this story as a means to progress to the romance between the reader and Optimus.

Also this is based on Transformers Prime TV Show, so the kids will show up later.

This is a 'slow-burn' story (or not idk)  so I'll slowly build up the tension until Optimus develops an unhealthy attachment to you. Nothing out of character tho (Because I love it when the emotions evolve so much to the point of them being uncontrollable)

    I really would like to explore ways in which Optimus deals with different feelings unknown. Like if he feels jealous, would he try to keep you closer? Would he be afraid to lose you? I think as we progress we will find out.

Also, there will be angst, just because I love betrayals and pain. The yearning and craving to see each other.

I have to finish another story from another fandom but when I am done with that I'll publish more here. Or who knows maybe I'll publish often.

Then again, sorry for any mistakes I made whether its lore wise or grammatical and spelling-wise.

If anyone read this, thank you so much for reading! I do hope you enjoyed it!

Ch.1 >>>

https://www.tumblr.com/t-a-a-1/767425006949089280/the-darkest-hour?source=share

Ch.3: >>>

[that-one-kiddo-in-the-back]

The Harley Quinn show is amazing... probably.

Okay, so when I was in like middle school, I was a huge DC fan. I'm not as much anymore as I've dedicated my life to Star Wars. Now, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are my favorite femfatile villains and have been the lesbian couple Gotham really didn't want, but the LGBTQ fans needed. Both have been abused by the men in their lives and found companionship with each other. Now let see how Lily sees it.

So Lily isn't a fan of the DC universe. Mainly, her problem stems from batman saying that she stopped caring about batman when it became something dark and edgy and used the dark knight as an example of it getting too dark, which if you're gonna blame something for a franchise for getting to dark don't use the dark knight. The batman franchise has been a dark thing way before 2008. Batman, in the 85 years he's been around, has always had a dark streak. All of the villains are crazy patients with a killer clown running around a corrupted city and the main hero becoming who he is after the death of his parents. If you want to blame something for how Batman is now. Blame the dudes in charge in 1939.

Now, Harley Quinn has been the Jokers "girlfriend" ever since her first appearance in 1992. With them being an off and on relationship. Lily says that the abuse Harley goes through with the joker is never really touched upon, which is both true and not. Everyone in comics and shows knows that Harley is in an unhealthy relationship, and all have asked why she stays. It's not that it's not touched upon. it's more of everyone knowing she's not gonna leave him, no matter what he does to her. To everyone around her, they know Harley doesn't want to leave the joker, so why bother convincing her. Like Lily said, you can't help someone who doesn't want it.

Lily starts talking about Ivy and how dispirit the fact that she's a doctor (most of the villains are doctors in their own field) she sexualized except for The Batman where she's just a teenager. Then she talks about clayface being a D list villain who's now a struggling actor (he always was). While she's talking about other characters, her straw man is constantly asking Lily what she thinks of Harley Quinn herself and spoiler alert she doesn't like Harley. What a surprise.

She claims that Harley's character is boring and is only centered around the love between her and Ivy and the abuse between her and the Joker now that might be true for the show which is pretty lame if you don't want to read her comics but what makes me mad is that Lily thinks that Harley being a stand alone villain never made sense because she has no evil goal like Ivy or the penguin but the Joker also doesn't have a goal either. A villain doesn't need to have a goal to do evil things, and Harley is no different. Harley Quinn is straight up crazy thanks to the chemical dunk and has HPD (Histrionic Personally Disorder), meaning she does things for attention. She doesn't need to have a goal in mind to cause trouble, and personally, I think the scariest villains are the ones who start shit just because they could.

Lily then goes on to say that Harley is only a villain because of the people she's dating, then brings up how Harley was the Jokers therapist but threw it away because of

"Bog standard fangirl hybristophilia"

Harley was fucking manipulated by the Joker to see if he could make her fall in love with him not because she had a thing for bad boys. I have not seen the Harley Quinn show, so please tell me that's not what the writers wrote in for her backstory.

I try to watch the whole video, but her saying that a victim of manipulation and abuse did this to herself because she had Bonnie and Clyde syndrome pissed me off so much that I couldn't finish it. All I can say is that Lily really has a problem with victim characters, and we've seen it time and time again from her hating Hunter to Catra, how she's willing to end friendship to save her own mental health and completely forgetting that the person who is reaching out probably has no one else to go to. Lily has no empathy, but I didn't need to tell you that.

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The Day Michael Myers Learns the Horrors of Dark Chocolate

So... I might have fallen into some slasher stuff over my hiatus. I might have finally started watching movies I never saw and my... curious choice in fictional men might have shown up. Maybe. Perhaps. Okay so yeah, turns out I've got a thing for Michael Myers is that really strange of me? This definitely isn't his most in character piece but also, lbh, IC Mikey is just killing people and we can do that another day because if I can get myself writing again after this he's definitely showing up again around here.

There is no chocolate in his cupboard.

There is not a single ounce of chocolate in all of his snack stash and Michael isn't having this.

While there are still quite a few treats left, mostly a variety of candies and a couple clipped bags of chips, none of them contain even a trace of chocolate and that is what he wants more than anything at this moment. He's run through it so quickly this week it takes him by a modicum of surprise; usually, he's more balanced in his unhealthy eating habits than this.

But no amount of stoic staring helps his plight. The half-eaten 'family size' bag of Skittles is unappetizing, none of the flavors of Fruit By The Foot strike his mood, and he knows that even though it's sitting in front of him, there are no S'mores Poptarts left in the box he never bothered to throw away. None of the chips are worth a second glance and for all that Michael does love those Rice Krispies, they're just the normal kind, so there is nothing of worth in them currently.

Michael can't restrain a silent huff of frustration as he lets the door fall shut, not at all interested in doing so quietly as he's the only one in these walls at the moment. He should have shown you before you left for work today, so you would at least be coming back with more. Instead, now he's stuck here hungering for something that isn't here.

And he knows that all too well. This isn't his first desperate attempt to have something manifest in front of his masked eyes in the last hour. His stash is bare of its usual chocolate content, he finished off all his ice cream last night, there's no more syrup to at least make chocolate milk with, and not even a single chocolate chip is left over from your last baking spree. The closest thing to what he wants that exists is your tin of cocoa powder and he is not that desperate.

Not yet, at least.

Unsurprisingly, this lack of abatement for his sweet tooth's cravings is driving Michael to blood lust, which while isn't actually a hard thing to do given his natural bias for it in the first place is a frustration he prefers to nurse under the cover of darkness and it isn't even proper afternoon. He can, and has gone on his 'walks' during daylight before, there is nothing to stop Michael if it pleases him, but he's never as satisfied with his work while the sun is up.

Although perhaps a little breaking into homes might not hurt, Michael thinks, given this is hardly the only home that would ever have chocolate. A two-for-one walk for some blood and treats would certainly scratch the itch quite nicely. But then, would it even be the stuff he wants? Nobody else caters to his tastes as succinctly as you do, and rummaging through any other kitchen would be a full gamble, and putting in work only to find the wrong stuff would only worsen his mood.

Before Michael can decide if this plan would be worth the effort that would go into it versus sucking it up to wait for your return and having you solve the problem, he remembers one specific place he hasn't looked: your snack stash. Normally he never touches it, for a small mix of reasons, the main one being that you've only ever told him that the treats you keep there are ones he isn't going to like and, for the most part, anything he's seen going in there seems to fit that label. Compared to what he always knows is in his cupboard, yours isn't ever worth bothering with.

However, he knows what he saw you take back into your room on the last grocery day. Sitting among those bags of spicy chips and strangely flavored cookies were a small handful of chocolate bars. They hadn't graced his attention then, as he had a whole buffet of his own to play with and Michael isn't an unmerciful man, he's let you live this long, after all, so allowing you some chocolate of your own is hardly a bother when you keep him appeased, but today, today is another matter.

It should come as no surprise, then, that the sweet-toothed killer makes a beeline straight to your room. Generally, he respects your privacy here so long as you can forgive his interesting takes on what the word 'privacy' means, but here in the heat of the moment, Michael doesn't care. You're not here and it isn't like he's going to rummage through all of your belongings; he's only here for your hidden chocolate bars. Plus, if you get testy he'll do what he normally does: nothing. What can you do about it?

Well, perhaps that's untrue, he thinks as he barges in heading straight for where your desk sits and the little mini-fridge and drawer on top of it that sit beside the desk he knows contains your stash. He might at least bring you back an extra something from his next kill, to make up for the loss of candy. Again, Michael likes to think there is some grace in this strange relationship you two have and he knows how he'd take the news of you stealing his candy. Worse than you can, for certain, but it's the thought that counts... or so you always say.

He still doesn't know what it means, but you say it quite a bit directed at him so it must mean something.

Michael yanks the drawer open, not here to play around and to his pleasure there they sit, a stack of three whole, untouched chocolate bars. He's even gotten lucky with them, attention locking on the presence of caramel inside. If there was anything that could ever improve chocolate it's extra sugar and now he's got that in spades. His choice to stay home truly was his best move. Time to indulge himself.

And yes, for this he's certainly going to bring you back something sparkly.

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"I'm home!" you announce as you cross the threshold into your home, on habit more than anything. If Michael is still here and not wandering about the town with a knife in hand he already knows it's you. Still, you have no interest in somehow accidentally startling him, not when he could very literally tear you limb from limb. You haven't seen his 'surprised' reflex and you don't want to. Let that be some other poor fool's fate. "Brought home some stuff from a quick swing by the store!"

The house is silent, not that you were expecting any sort of verbal response, but for a moment you think your killer boyfriend is out doing what he does best: haunting Haddonfield. It wouldn't be particularly strange, so you never dismiss it. If he isn't sitting on the couch watching something, in his room making masks, or just staring ominously out of any visible window, then he's likely out in somebody's hedges creeping about.

However, after living with Michael for so long, several years now, you've picked up a spider sense for him and it is telling you that he remains within these walls. In these walls and, if you're not wrong, definitely unhappy. Dang it. It's gonna be a long night, isn't it?

Without turning to look, you lock the door behind you with your free hand while scanning the front of the house, just to see if you missed him. It's happened more than should be physically possible for a man of his build. But he isn't here, not that you can see.

"Hey, Mikey, where ya at?" You risk using a nickname, a gamble on even the best days, but it's worked in the past when a stalk or kill has gone wrong, the usual culprits for his sour moods on days not associated with anything specific. "Are you hurt?"

You're pretty certain he isn't, mostly since you can't see any blood tracked across the tiles. Curious. If there's no blood, then did he even go out? Michael isn't a man to really care about keeping things clean and if he's got blood on him, it's on your floors and walls, too. Maybe someone got away? It's happened before, just bad luck on Michael's part. Someone else shows up right before he gets to move in and he has to call it off simply because of an interruption. Given his desire to stay out of sight, but never out of mind, that blows his plans more than anything else could. It's not that it has to, but you're not going to question a killer's choice of modus operandi.

Makes you wonder if those people ever know how close they came in that moment to death. Also makes you wonder if Michael goes back for them, specifically. You'll never ask. You aren't truly interested in knowing.

As you pick through the house you're cautious, curious if he's in his room, perhaps. You don't think he'd kill you like this, an ambush in the house, but you're not stupid, either. Every day left alive around Michael Myers is by a very specific choice on his end and you don't have much say on that. You'd like to believe he's something akin to fond of you, after all, he's not exactly living and occasionally sleeping with anyone else, but there's a clock ticking on it. Always has been, and always will be.

But you reach the hallway and his door is left cracked open. You don't peek into the room, but just knowing it isn't closed up tells you Michael isn't there. He's not in the bathroom across the hall, either, so says the lights being off and the door not being fully closed. Which leaves your room or the garage and you're willing to bet good money you know which one of those he'd sulk in.

"Michael? What's up?" you question softly as you push your door open with the hand holding the reusable grocery bag that you never bothered to put down as it's not very high on your mental priority list. "Did something happen?"

Even expecting him to be here, when you step into your room and see Michael standing in the middle of it, still as a statue, you can't stop the shiver down your spine. You didn't believe in auras before meeting him but now you're not so sure. For being entirely non-verbal, there is never any mistaking when Michael is displeased with something, it lingers in the air like smoke, and today he is very unhappy.

Luckily, he doesn't have a knife in either hand, meaning this situation can be salvaged. Or, so you hope. Michael hasn't needed a weapon to kill a person for a while and he doesn't need one now. He is, however, holding something in his right hand, but what it is you cannot tell at all.

With a caution used normally around wild animals, you take a couple of steps forward, keeping your eyes on Michael the whole time. "What've you got there?" you ask, careful to maintain the closest thing you can call eye contact while the mask is on. It's odd how much better he reacts if you look him right in the face when he's in one of his moods.

All it takes Michael is a single step towards you to close the gap, putting himself a shred too close for general comfort, though you've grown used to that behavior from him by now. He doesn't stalk as a hobby for nothing. It forces you to tilt your head back to an awkward angle, but you don't step back to correct it. Michael's testing you.

Interestingly though, now that he's this close you catch a whiff of spearmint. Odd, as he doesn't like mint as a flavor. What happened while you were gone?

Seemingly satisfied with whatever he was trying to do in invading your space, Michael offers you the mysterious object clenched in his hand. You wait another moment, making sure he is going to let you take it, and when you're certain you turn your attention to it, reaching out with your free hand for him to give it to you.

What greets you when Michael drops the item into your grip has you biting your tongue in a desperate attempt to not start laughing. Really? Really? This is what set him off into a mood so foul? You know you can't laugh because if you do it's only going to exacerbate the situation but at the same time you can hardly believe it. Does that make the spearmint... your mouthwash?

All it took was a dark chocolate candy bar.

"I told you," you manage to wring out while doing everything in your power to maintain an even voice and not smile. "You won't like my stuff in here. Do you even know what this is?"

Unsurprisingly you don't get any verbal answer, but his body language tells you that he is very displeased with it and that you'd best have a solid explanation for why it was here.

"You're right in that it is chocolate, which is what you were looking for, but it's a bitter type called 'dark chocolate'. It doesn't have as much sugar or milk in it as the kind you like." A simple explanation but one that Michael would hopefully understand. It was rarely worth getting into specifics with him if he wasn't trying for them. "I figured you wouldn't like it and I wasn't wrong."

Michael looks down at the paper sitting in your palm and if looks could kill you're pretty sure your hand would be vaporized.

Now that you're aware of what happened, you don't mind taking your attention from him, walking over to the little trashcan by your desk and throwing the wrapper away. No point in keeping it around. While you're there, you can't help but spot the other two candies in there, crushed into ruin and left behind. Oh well, no point making a fuss for them now. You'll buy yourself some more another day.

When you turn back toward Michael, you can tell his focus is on the bag on your other hand, though the mood in the air is still quite sour. This you can let a small, light laugh at as you put the bag down on your bed. "Well, good news for you!" you chime, reaching in to pull out a handful of milk chocolate bars. "I saw you were running low on chocolate this morning and picked some up along with a couple of other little things on the way back. If you'd waited a bit for me to get home, you'd-"

Unwilling to wait any longer for what he's wanted all day, much less listen to you chide him, Michael snatches the candy out of your hand and immediately starts stalking off, earning a barked laugh from you. Honestly, for a serial killer built like a wall, he is exceptionally childish at times, you think.

Well, at least that has bought you another day in the neighborhood.

[fallenpharaoh2378]

Long ass vent. Sorry in advance.

Just went on a whole spiel in a private venting server about my ex, my best friend, and how I genuinely feel like I'm meant to be alone in this life. Starting to think I might just. Kay em ess. Like genuinely.

I can't stand being alone. I want to be pretty before I die at least, but I can't stand being alone like this. I don't want sex, or romance, or anything else. I just want emotional intimacy and vulnerability. And the second I start having that with someone, anyone, they start to pull away.

Am I just so unlovable? Am I truly so broken?

I don't want to end up like my Nana, dead by sewerslide at the age of 50, an alcoholic most of her life, popping prescriptions just to seem normal, living off of random men who she never even loved, being constantly exploited and abused and taken advantage of by everyone. I don't want to end up like that. I loved my Nana, but I don't want to end up like she did.

I hate this...

It's been two months, but I miss it all so bad...

I was finally starting to get better, I had stopped hurting myself, I wasn't even restricting or purging or even binging, I was doing so good... I miss when he would be there to comfort me... I miss him...

But he wants nothing to do with me now. Because I'm too unhealthy. I'm too much. I'm too broken. I'm too unlovable.

I'm so sick of this. I want to fix it all so no one can see it anymore, but I want so badly to be vulnerable with people. I want people to see the breaks and tell me they love me anyways, like he used to before he decided he was just done with me.

But there's no one for me who is like that. Not anymore. If I'm destined to be alone, then I'll be alone. But I'll die before I ever hit my 30s, if that's the case, and it'll be by my own hand. It'll be in early September, just like my Nana, just like when he and I started our relationship and just like when it started to fall apart, just like when my Uncle died, just like when I lost Maya. It'll be early September, and I'll go down to the water and return myself to where I once came from. Whether I starve, whether I sh007 myself, or I OD, or bl33d out, or whatever else. I'll do it at the water. I'll do it intentionally. I'll do it on a warm September day. I'll wear my red jacket (that hopefully will be too big by then), and I'll tie my hair back, and I'll bring my most prized stuffed animals and items with me. And they'll all come with me when I hit the water.

Because I don't want to be all alone, even in death. I'm so tired of being all alone.

I'm so tired.

[simbelmyneswriting]

I never asked.

They said you will have to be strong and tough. (otherwise you will not survive what comes next) They said you're too much They said you have to restrict. They said you have such a beautiful face. They said at least you have humour. They said this colour doesn't suit you. They said they don't go over this size here. They said to look into maternity's clothes. They said it's fine if you drown. It's fine if you fall asleep during class. At least you're trying. They said Do you swallow ? People like you always do, right ? They said Have you tried keto ? Vegan ? Dunkan ? Whole 30 ? They said Have you thought about bariatric ? They said Have you tried metamphetamines ? They said Have you tried to stop being such a disgusting trashbag ? They said Do you want to die at 25 ? They said people like you can't be femme. They said Do you want to be a burden on society ? They said they couldn't take one more kilo or they'll be a whale. They said they wonder how you survive on so little, they could never ! (And it's so sad that you're still you, despite all that) They said they want to be friends. They said it's the gluten. They said Hey my friend want your number. They said you're ugly. They said the harness doesn't fit, you have to leave, sorry. They said the elliptical is only for 90kg max. They said you must be lying. They said you lack willpower. They said it's just CICO. They said you have to love yourself. They said real men love curves. They said they only dated people at a healthy weight. They said you have to be unapologectic. They said you're fatphobic if you want to change. They said assume you're a butch. They said it's promoting disgusting unhealthiness if you don't. They said it's fine if you're always the butt of the joke. They said you have to be thankfull. They said it's in your DNA. They said it's the GMO. They said it's your fault. They said love yourself. They said be neutral. They said it's the sugar. They said Have you tried fasting ? They said a 72-hours fast helps kickstart the burn. They said no fat, no butch. They said you should love yourself. They said you're overthinking. They said it's the fat. They said you should be mindful. They said that you look so much better now. They said it's a pity, you looked better before. They said see ? I knew you could do it. They said you're so hypocritical. They said there are more important problems in the world. They said I'm too priviledged to complain. They said I should cook from scratch. They said at least you're alive. They said it will come when it will come.

But I never asked.

[yuyusshinelight]

Law & Depravation feat p.sh & j.yh

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♪ This does NOT represent either of them in any way, it's just fiction.

♪ NSFW! I should say that minors can't read this but I can't stop them from reading this so read at your own risk.

♪ I don't applaud or approve of this type of behavior in real relationships, I simply think it's a pretty exciting topic to explore in literature.

♪ I don't understand law, I have simply based my explanations on the little knowledge I have about these works in my country and what I have seen in Law and Order, if something is wrong I apologize.

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

Note: I'm a BIG delulu when it comes to Yunho but Seonghwa is always making eyes at me so, here we go! Maybe it's not as good as many other works but I'm considering making it a story, what do you think? Let me know if you like the idea. I hope you like it and enjoy your reading, I love you my shining stars.

Warnings: third person reader, established marriage, three some?, unhealthy toxic behaviour (big red flag!), jealousy (also bad), use of pet names, dom-sub dynamic, dirty talk.

Seonghwa, and Yunho. Two men of prestige who, after many years of great dedication and effort, have managed to make their way to the top, achieving their well-deserved place among the big guns of Sector 1.

The first one, Seonghwa, is a renowned notary with highly enviable capacities for creating and writing legal texts, standing out among the rest for his abysmal knowledge in the legal field, which gives him the title of best judicial advisor. And the second one, Yunho, is an eminence prosecutor with the largest number of cases won in the entire territory and almost no defeats in his history as a professional; just seeing his name as the prosecutor of the case makes the opposing party tremble, victory was never an option for them from the moment that case was awarded to him.

But not only are they two men with a fairly comfortable life, they also have a unique attractiveness that makes them stand out and be above the rest of male human beings.

In the case of Seonghwa, he has been blessed with those beautiful but lethal bright eyes capable of giving him the most tender and innocent appearance in the world at the same time as the most dangerous and intimidating ever seen; those tempting lips that invite anyone to fall into the deepest abyss of sin of it means that they will have an opportunity to try them even just once; that perfect and well-kept hair with length just below his jaw that just combing it back with his hand is enough to make many faint; and that toned and well-worked body to which those luxurious tight designer suits do their due justice.

And then comes Yunho, a six-foot-six man with a penetrating gaze capable of charming people or putting them in their place depending on how innocent or intimidating he looks at them; that angelic smile that has earned him the attention and trust of everyone to whom he has dedicated it by giving him that respectable, good boy appearance with which he's known; a body so well worked that even the phrase 'sculpted by the gods' gets short; and those blessed large, slightly veined hands that no one can resist holding or shaking when he extends them to them.

Those men have conquered the hearts of almost every human being they have come across with just their appearance. Because not only do they have a spectacular physique but they also have a very attractive personality.

Both men known for their distinguished chivalry, always treating everyone with respect, shining with that sophisticated and elegant friendliness that sometimes brings with it that charismatic and fun crazy side which takes everyone's attention on them, with a touching sensitivity not very familiar in men of their social status and which makes them even more striking in front of the rest.

For sure, both men are the embodiment of perfection.

And what unites them? Their wife. Yes, they are both married to the same woman, Y/N, a lovely and charming writer dedicated in body and soul to them and with which they are both very much in love, so much so that sometimes it borders on madness. Their innocent and sweet wife is so perfect that every person is tempted to grope her, or that's what they see every time Y/N interacts with a man who isn't them.

It turns out that both Yunho and Seonghwa have that not-so-small problem of being very jealous, even over the smallest things.

The simple fact that the girl gives someone else one of those beautiful smiles of which they are legitimate owners boils their blood but they have to stay calm outside, giving her broad smiles and threatening looks filled with the bitter reminder of what will come later once they get to put their hands on her.

It's when the three of them are finally alone in the warm comfort of their house when Y/N has to worry because if both males have to sin in anything it's in being victims of that overwhelming possessiveness blinded by their unhealthy taste for dominance and stained with the dark tints of sadism.

Seonghwa is usually the one who starts with slow and intimidating steps that have Y/N trembling with excitement for the promise of a good night of hard animalistic sex etched in that sharp look he's giving her; her sentence signed the moment she can feel Yunho behind her, chest against back and broad hands holding her by the waist firmly against him not wanting to give the slightest chance for Y/N to decide to run away.

It's always entertaining to chase her around the house, going through room after room with subtle slowness, feigning ignorance to give it more excitement, but not when they are jealous. The desire to leave their marks over and over again on both her body and mind clouds their reason, the overwhelming urge to claim her as theirs again taking control over them as if they were puppets.

Nothing in Seonghwa and Yunho's minds but the suffocating need to reaffirm to that twisted toxic part of them that she belongs to them. Only theirs forever.

"Did you have a good time with San tonight, darling?" Seonghwa said without taking his eyes off the pink translucent liquid filling the glass cup with elegance, something as simple as the relaxing sound of the liquid falling adds a more intriguing tint to those words spoken with the utmost tranquility.

The fact that Seonghwa poured himself a drink only added more excitement to what was to come, because it may seem weird but with a glass in hand Seonghwa looks much different. That shiny piece of glass as a complement when the eldest of her husbands is noticeably annoyed gives his appearance a sophisticated, more intimidating touch that leaves her core dripping in excess.

Y/N didn't have time to answer him when Yunho's hands were already on her waist, indirectly imprisoning her with his grip "What he was telling you was so interesting that you even let him get this close to you, princess?" His lips gently brushed against the sensitive skin of her ear, making her moan involuntarily at the slight friction “His lips so close to your ear, I really hope he hasn't made your heart beat that fast too”.

One of Yunho's lethal charms is that deep voice a few octaves lower than the one he usually uses, with that tone he can make anything sound irresistibly hot. What an unfortunate moment for Y/N that her husband uses such an auditory delight as accomplice for his sick toxicity, taking advantage of his wife's voice kink to manage to make the girl forget the multiple amount of twisted consequences that those words can entail and also encourage her to submit completely to his will, something she does more than gladly.

"Don't blaspheme about our precious angel, Yunho" Seonghwa's serious voice resonated loudly in the room, the wooden floor creaking with every step he took "Of course she would never give another man those reactions" His free hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently caressing the soft, flushed skin "because if she does I'll personally take care of leaving her so devastated in bed for the brutal and merciless way in which I'll use her pussy day and night that she will never be able to set a foot outside this house on her own again".

With the heavy gazes of both her husbands on her, the electrifying touch of Yunho's fingers as they softly brush against her skin on their slow, shameless path towards her chest and that subtle demand of Seonghwa for her to open her mouth for him by pressing his thumb against her lips with the clear intention of making her suck it, Y/N is already prey to that burning desire to be completely at their mercy to satisfy them in the most twisted and depraved ways known.

"Of course not" Her words were not very clear thanks to that finger which Seonghwa has no intention of removing from her mouth yet but they both caught the message perfectly which drew that satisfied smile on their faces "Good girl" and that was when he stuck out his thumb from her mouth to give her a feral passionately kiss, forcing his long, lithe tongue deep into her throat while Yunho kept himself happily busy leaving the pitifully short-lived marks of his love for her all over Y/N's neck.

"And as the good girl you are you'll let us give you a little reminder of who you belong to, right?" His hot breath tickled her as it hit her sensitive skin in that velvety whisper.

If she could talk she would moan a shameless 'yes' but the eldest of her husbands was so engrossed in eating her mouth that she couldn't even nod, so Y/N chose to rub of her soft, fleshy ass against his growing erection in response, earning that deep growl from the youngest one of her husbands "Then let's get you ready to take both our cocks in your tight little pussy at the same time, my love. You will feel us for days for how abused and sore we're going to leave your cunt".

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's [23-08-2021 - 29-08-2021] reading log is here! I read a lot again this week and I feel like it's a lovely variety of fics. Most fics are Stucky like usual, but there's at least one other ship. I am constantly amazed by the talent people have in this fandom! There was one fic I read on Tumblr that I can't seem to find unfortunately, but when I do I'll make sure to reblog and rec it 💕

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

When life gives you lemons by moonthejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 40k words, Mature] (12/15 chapters available)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

The Masseur and the Assassin by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 17k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes needed a vacation from his job. What he found was a happy ending.

The Words Breathe by buckbarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

All Steve has to do is keep his promise. When he doesn’t, Bucky gets mouthy.

Soft by this_wayward_life @wayward-lives [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

The last time he'd seen Bucky he'd looked unhealthy, with pallid skin and greasy, lanky hair. Now, Bucky shone; his hair was thick and silky, his skin a deep bronze from spending so much time outside. He was softer, too; the hard muscle that used to cover him was now replaced by soft fat, his body still strong, but in a more mundane way. His thighs were thicker, his ass plumper, and when he'd pulled Steve into the river Steve had noticed the pudge on his stomach.

Seeing Bucky so happy, well-fed and shining, was a bit of a kick in the face. For all the years they'd known each other, he'd never seen Bucky so... care-free. Now that Bucky was putting on weight, his middle soft and his body malleable, it sent a bolt of arousal through Steve every time he noticed the curves of Bucky's body.

Or: Bucky put on a bit of weight in Wakanda, and Steve is Not Coping.

🌻 Revive Another Side of Me by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Steve’s never lived in a world without Bucky, and he’s not living now. It takes them a while, much too long, to get that awaited rest, a little slice of peace after the dust has settled.Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are inseparable, history remembers. But they’re not men of the past quite yet.

🌻 imagine being loved by me by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Just after 1am - a few hours after he posted today’s photo - he hears the tell-tale sound of a twitter message. Bucky grabs his phone, not checking who it’s from as he opens it because it’s probably one of his mutuals yelling at him as per usual. When he actually looks at his phone, though, it’s not Natasha

The ‘verified’ check stares back at him for a long moment before he can even bring himself to process the name on his screen. Steve Rogers is messaging him. Or, he reasons, a very good fake. The handle looks right though, not that Bucky knows. Not that Bucky has Captain’s America’s tweets set up as notifications, or that Bucky’s own display name is set to captain america’s bitch. Not at all.

Hey, the first message says. It’s Steve.

🌻 JB’s Complete Lube Services by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

People just didn’t approach Captain America and proposition him. Although, sometimes Steve wished they would; even the pinnacle of virtue and justice needed to get dicked down from time to time.

Or, the one where Steve has the hots for a mechanic and decides to be proactive in getting that dick.

If it had to be someone by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Bucky had known since he was a child that he didn’t have a choice in who he married, but he’d thought he had more time before the day arrived.

Miscalculations by christywantspizza @christywantspizza [Ransom Drysdale/Reader, 6k words, Explicit]

Ransom tries to get you to sleep with him by less than honorable means. You give him what he wants, just not how he wants it.

How to Seduce a Writer by obsessivereader [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

What's a determined master strategist going to do when the oblivious writer he's trying to woo keeps missing all the clues?

He doesn’t think it’s because he hadn’t signaled his own interest to Bucky. He’s pretty much done everything short of hitting Bucky over the head with semaphore flags by this point. There’s no way Bucky could’ve missed them. Unless… There’d been that one link he’d stumbled upon when he’d googled ‘how to talk to a writer’. It’d been written by a writer, who’d been candid about how oblivious writers could be, and how someone could go about seducing one. An idea starts to form. It’s ridiculous, but at this point, he’s willing to go with ridiculous, since subtle wasn’t getting him anywhere.

🌻 Pod Bless America by Deisderium @deisderium [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Bucky can't believe his favorite podficcer recorded his newest fanfic AU of the show Commandos. He's even more surprised when the customer who busts him listening to fic while he's working in the office supply store turns out to be that podficcer.

* The guy—maybe bi_shield?—took his phone, looked down at the screen, and smiled. "Yeah, that one's mine," he said with no evidence of embarrassment. "It was a good one." He handed the phone back to Bucky.

"I wrote it," Bucky croaked.

take a bite by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 7k words, Mature]

"I’d never let anyone freeze to death.” Steve gives a big sigh and flutters his lashes. “All that blood gone to waste.”

Bucky’s lips turn down and his nose scrunches up a little. “I want to be grossed out, but…”

“But you get it.” Steve gives him a pointed look. “Vampires aren’t the only ones who can appreciate how juicy blood is.”

*

Or: Vampire Steve saves newly-turned werewolf Bucky from a snowstorm.

Leaving the Shield Behind by BuckyAboveEverything [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

“So, on one hand, we have Steve Rogers - hunk, genius, animal lover. Buys you waffles and overpriced coffee. 100% wholesome all-American boy.”

“And, on the other hand, we have Capsicle – twink, smart-ass, fanboy. Reads your stories and sends you fanart. Possibly a pervert or a serial killer.”

Bucky groaned.

“I am 100% certain I am 0% sure of what to do."

Bucky Barnes, full-time copywriter and free-time fanfic writer, struggles to choose between two equally-attractive suitors, only to find that he doesn’t have to after all.

* Based on a true story *

Cap's Book Corner by Neche [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Recluse Author Bucky Barns stumbles into fanboy Steve Rogers bookstore one day...

Cat Nap by galwednesday @galwednesday [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Objectively, losing the Bucharest safehouse and its contents was the least of Bucky’s problems. The balding agent he’d seen directing the raid was apparently affiliated with SHIELD, which was a shadowy government agency that made representatives from other shadowy government agencies suddenly remember urgent appointments when Bucky tried to bribe, threaten, and otherwise shake them down for information on what the hell SHIELD might want with a former brainwashed assassin. Dodging SHIELD should be his number one priority.

Subjectively, he wanted his fucking cat back.

at any given moment by honeypuffed [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky find out that everyone thinks they're sleeping together.

Brought to Brightness by eyres [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

🌻 Nokken Wood by leveragehunters @leveragehunters [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

When Sam's friend needs a house-sitter for his place in the country, Steve jumps at the chance. Six months rent-free to do nothing but draw and paint and wander the countryside, looking for inspiration? It was like a dream. But when he gets lost in a storm and nearly falls into a pond he starts to rethink the whole like a dream aspect of life in the country. And when a red-eyed, sharp-clawed, silver-fanged creature rises out of the darkness, Steve is one hundred percent certain the dream's morphed into a nightmare.

...until it gives him a cup of tea.

(Inspired partly by this prompt a supernatural creature is supposed to scare you but instead it gives you a cup of tea and a blanket because you're having a bad day and you keep coming back and partly by this painting.)

Professional Pride by galwednesday [Stucky, 700 words, Teen]

Bucky is having a very good day, until he turns around and finds himself face-to-face with Captain America.

“Oh shit,” he blurts before he can stop himself, and Captain America blinks at him. “Hey, hi, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Here, at New York’s Pride parade, surrounded by thousands of happy screaming people wearing rainbows and sometimes not much else. What is he doing here? Is he on guard duty or something? Was he just on a mission and happened to be passing by on his way back?

He’s in uniform but with the cowl loose around his neck, so when he rubs the back of his head it fluffs up his matted hair. “I, uh. I saw one of your–temporary tattoos?” Captain fucking America says, like it’s a question.

The A-bridged Guide to Trolling by galwednesday [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“I don’t have any money.”

Oh no, now the girl looked upset. Her eyes were huge and her lip was wobbling. Bucky tried to think fast despite the oh shit oh shit oh shit looping through his head.

“That’s okay,” Bucky said gently. “I don’t need money. We can figure out another kind of toll.”

The girl frowned at him. “Like what?”

Bucky scratched his head, trying to think of something a kid was certain to have on hand. “Do you know any jokes?”

(Fantasy AU in which Steve is a hedge witch with a green thumb, Bucky is a bridge troll who's new in town, and knock-knock jokes are a viable form of currency.)

It's a bittersweet ending (if you know what I mean) by relenafanel [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“I’ll see you around, Steve,” Bucky answers with a smirk, moving away from the counter with a wink.

Steve watches him go. Bucky’s wearing a pair of skinny jeans coated in something to give the appearance of leather. It’s impossible to not watch him go.

stuck on you by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

Decision-Making in Relationships (Paid Research Opportunity!) by castiowl [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Clint looked thoughtfully at the flyer. “I guess your actual roommate wouldn’t be down with it?”

Bucky frowned. “Have you met Steve Rogers?”

no way out but through by hollimichele [Stucky, 9k words, Teen]

Steve never sees it coming.

you got blood on your hands (and i know it's mine) by nighimpossible [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Bucky refuses to see Steve after his deprogramming.

Like What You See by daisymondays [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

For all the time Bucky’s spent fantasizing about meeting Captain America, he’d never imagined it would be while posing nude in front of a drawing class.

🌻 A Real Boy by itsnotbleak [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

It took the Winter Soldier three weeks to remember that human beings needed to sleep and eat.

It took Steve far too long to realise the Winter Soldier was sleeping in his bed.

Amapola by chaya [Stucky, 830 words, Teen]

Total fluff. Bucky's recovering nicely. Steve's oblivious. Sometimes it's best to set aside subtlety for action.

Knocking Boots With Sugar by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

In between summers at college, Steve Rogers wants a new adventure beyond his lonely life in Brooklyn. He ends up in West Texas working on a dude ranch where Bucky Barnes is a long-time employee. When Bucky offers to buy Steve a drink, they end up drunk on tequila and making out in public. For the rest of the summer, they're inseparable. As the summer draws to a close, Steve realizes he doesn't want to leave.

Rogers and Associate by roe87 @jro616 [Stucky, 7k words, Teen]

When they first meet, Bucky is a hooker and Steve is a cop. She's been arrested, but Steve lets her off.

Years pass and they maintain a casual friendship, seeing each other out on the streets most nights.

Though he later makes detective, Steve loses faith in the system and quits his job.

He wants to set up as a private investigator, and he asks Bucky if she'd be his assistant.

Just in time by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Bucky knew the apartment he was renting was old fashioned, but walking in the front door and finding himself transported back to 1938 was not on the list of things he had prepared himself for.

🌻 You Like What's in My Head by dontcallmebree [Stucky, 15k words, Explicit] (with art by @kocuria)

Bucky can’t decide if Steve’s a tough nut to crack or incredibly easy. The timbre of his voice, a low and almost amused, “Sure, kid,” when Bucky asks for a drink feels like something gripping him on the back of his neck.

He thinks this might be one of those moments in life he’ll pinpoint in the future and either curse at for dooming himself, or remember fondly with pride.

He’s right. Bucky Barnes blunders through falling in love with Commander Rogers and tries to find a deeper meaning behind the expensive gifts and thorough fucking.

Can I Sit Here? by BuckyFrickenBarnes [Stucky, 962 words, General]

Bucky has unusual methods for getting rid of his writer's block.

Or, Bucky needs that table.

Workplace Romance by BuckyFricken Barnes [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Bucky is under the impression that his boss hates him.

Or,

Steve needs to get better at dealing with his feelings.

🌻 1-800-MAYTAG by Miss Plum @misspluckyplum [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

Bucky just wants to get some housework done. It gets out of hand fast. Silly little fluff and smut romp with snarky stucky boys.

Eyes of the Forest by Lordelannette [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit] (2/8 chapters available)

When Omega Bucky Barnes comes to Eagle Lake, it was in search of wolves, a creature that had not been seen in the area for decades.

What he finds instead is Steve Rogers, a handsome, though quiet Alpha who seems to be everywhere in the forest.

[kurosstuff]

Summary: Hela goes into rampage after finding reader dying

A/N: kinda in Helas pov in a way idk short I wrote this half asleep oops, idk if I wrote her well??

Taglist: @the-obscurity

Warning(s): death(readers), violence(fighting, Hela k words someone). Unhealthy coping, ANGST. Fluffish to angst. Kinda in detail gore?

Hela x reader: Raging Grief

Just this morning, everything was perfect, your smiling face curled into her side, as you woke up as usual, sleepy face, a quick peck and you both got ready for the day.

The normal walk, hand in hand down the hallway into the throne room, an extra seat made beside her own, fit for her heart. Her love. Oh how she wish she had the power to turn back time

Where did it go wrong? Why now? So soon after just marrying

"..no My love" Hela's usually strong practically sarcastic tone turned into a heartwrenching broken voice, "please no" the once powerful women sat broken clutching the smaller person in her arms, a large hole in their stomach gushing out. The one being keeping her from destroying everything in her path was you, as always

"Hela." You gasped out bringing a bloodied hand to hers, "it's ok" speaking became much harder, sluggish even, if you weren't bleeding out she would have assumed you were drunk by your speech. "You'll be fine. Be safe. Be ok" she will be safe, but she will be ok that's for sure.

"I will Not. Be ok, y-" a sob cut her off clinging onto you and your warmth started to go faster "you're dying leaving me. You said you would be ok- you have to stand please. Stop getting colder" she begged, for the first time in years, something she knew had to happen she dreaded.

Hela goddess of death herself begged for a life to live. But as fate should have it. She would lose this fight no matter what she did, almost a sick play on how she once vowed all would perish before her. "I love you. I'll always be with you" was the last thing she heard before you took your last breath, then all was silent. A deafening silence hitting all around her. She would no longer hear the laughter, the stories you'd tell, nothing. Setting you down gently, she slid the golden ring off your hand gently placing it in her pocket. She grabbed the sword you held by your side at all times, the very sword she had crafted for you herself. The green emerald carved into the handle gleemed red dripping with the very blood it was created to protect-that it failed

A roar of rage and grief escaped her lips. She would have that pathetic mans head, if he thought for even a second he or any one of them would get away with this very devastating loss. They were surely mistaken.

Its inhuman how she stormed up to one of the one outlaw she wanted most, ripping into him like an animal viciously digging into their pray, a broken laugh escaped her as she beat the very person who killed you, took you. No stole you away, but then stopped after he finished gargling. No.. this isn't the one. They all did this. All his people he gathered to take her down is at fault.

Gripping the handle harsher it could almost break from her hands, she started her hunt. Sprinting down the halls she could hear you, telling her to calm down, telling her to stop and think, but she won't- can't stop. You didn't deserve to die like that, they don't deserve to live, breath the air you once did after what they did. Taking away the very thing she could feel human with?

Yells were heard, screams echoed the halls as she tore through, to her main goal. It was deafening towards her, bashing away each betrayer away like flies flinging from the fly swatter, her jaw clenched-hurting, finally locking eyes with the Male-who at first was smug but became fearful once he saw her flying through as it his men were mere bugs- and to her they were

Yeah, that's right. Turning to face the men holding weapons up to her, some shaking, some not. Blood dripping from her face, her eyes grew even darker. "You will all pay." Standing upward she pointed your sword to the people, the ones who betrayed her-you. "For this SIN"

-

"Hela my poor daughter" Odin spoke softly to not spook the women, slowly he walked to the grieving women clutching onto their lover "what happened my child?"

"DO NOT. Act like you don't know" Hela sobbed yet, no more tears came. All she felt was-sorrow, rage. Odin sighed reaching towards the body, "DON'T TOUCH THEM" Hela yelled harshly making him retract his hand from her late spouse

"I'll" swallowing dryly he stood tall, turning to walk out the door "I'll arrange a funeral." Before he closed it he looked back at his broken daughter- never seeing her like this even once "I'm sorry for your loss" before he closed the door, no light shining in the room, the once joyous room, the room you both shared, she wanted to destroy the throne room. Wanted to do something. But she couldn't.

She hope's one day she'll see you again. Maybe when she the goddess of death falls to death itself she may. One day.

[animeyanderelover]

Yandere Fairy Tail Hc’s

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, delusions, clinginess, overprotective behavior, manipulation, stalking, blackmailing, threatening, sabotage, kidnapping, killing

Hibiki Lates

✨Hibiki is a semi-delusional Yandere. I admit it, he obviously is quite perceptive and intelligent so he isn't a fully delusional Yandere. Still though he can't help, but think of his darling as something more. He's a womanizer and rumors say that he's had many different girlfriends at the same time. But with the sudden entrance of his darling something seemed to change. He suddenly turned extremely obsessive, wanted to know everything about them and he could never stop thinking about them ever since. So even if he knows that some things he does aren't technically right, he views this whole situation as some sort of destiny and that his darling is his only one. He's quite infatuated with his darling for that reason.

✨Manipulative and overprotective. Hibiki obviously has his charm upon his sleeve and there is a reason he's been voted for several years in a row as a boyfriend every girl would like to have. Problem is that if his darling is looking for a serious relationship, they might ditch him since he is a womanizer and they wouldn't want to be with someone who hangs out with numerous women at the same time. Hibiki has to prove something in here and he is aware of that. But he's a determined and persistent man and he will make sure that he'll court his darling successfully and he isn't above making himself look better than other possible competitors. And a man has to protect his lover after all so of course he is more protective, though he overdoes it in order to look more like a gentleman.

✨Hibiki might just experience for the very first time in his life how real jealousy feels like when you have someone you want to love and cherish for the rest of your life. As someone who is constantly being talked over and the knowledge that he is everyone's dream man give him a certain confidence and since he is a polite man, he never really lashes out on someone. But he learns quickly that he dislikes it when someone else tries to charm his darling the way he does and that e likes it even less when they react flattered by it. Such experiences never really fail to make him a bit more possessive since it's a brilliant reminder that he wants no one else to steal you away from him.

✨He ensures protection as good as he can, but if his darling is a mage themselves he naturally admires their strength and respects it when they can kick someone's asses all by their own. We did see in the Grand Magic Games that he isn't exactly strong when it comes to brute strength so in that aspect his darling might actually surpass him, but he is smart and great in other things. He has without a doubt his own little fanbase and has influence due to his popularity so it may very well be that he uses this against people he views as serious threats and destroys their reputation just like this. He does this more with people who harrassed the s/o or make their life hard rather than people who try to snatch his darling away and make them theirs. In such cases he rather trusts his own looks and charms.

✨Assuming that he does manage to become his darling's boyfriend, it might be not very likely that they would break up very fast since Hibiki almost appears to be the prefect boyfriend, he's probably just a bit too much. But since Hibiki views the whole reason you two met in the first place as fate he of course doesn't plan on letting his darling leave now that he's found true love. He uses manipulation over violence since he sees himself above such brute methods and in general he prefers blackmailing and bribing over physical force the moment he fails to solve an issue the normal way.

✨It's really not seen as anything serious when he first is seen in public with you, but when it is suddenly made clear soon after that he stopped looking at other women and stopped flirting with every women he's encountering, it's made clear that this is due to his relationship with you. His teammates and Ichiya congratulate him soon after for having found the real passionate love. Hibiki is actually a bit careful around his teammates when you're with him since they are womanizers as well and for that might behave the same with you which does make him jealous a bit. I think he has no real problem being extremely cheesy and romantic with you even in front of others. That guy does give his darling space even if he can be rather clingy from time to time, but if he misses them he tends to try to communicate per telepathy.

Eve Tearm

💛Eve is pretty much alike to Hibiki in this matter. He as well is a semi-delusional Yandere. However, he isn't like Hibiki a more intellectual character yet and different from Hibiki lacks the more serious side. He is younger after all and views that as part of his charm so he has a far more stronger side to himself than Hibiki has. Because Eve falls much more faster in love than Hibiki does and for that has a much more stronger view on destiny and that him and his darling are meant to be. He is protective as well. He might be younger and maybe less experienced than his other friends, but he as well wants to prove his dedication and love to the s/o.

💛Obsessive which should be obvious. What kind of lover would he be if he wouldn't know how to make you happy and how to always surprise you pleasantly. Something that still marks a big difference between him and Hibiki is the fact that Eve actually turns out to be more on the shy side once he's really fallen hard for his darling which is why he at first tends to be a bit more on the stalkerish side before Ichiya, Ren and Hibiki encourage the young man to go for this beaty before someone else takes them away from Eve. That includes them as well, they are womanizers. Eve uses manipulation less than Hibiki does since he is surprisingly bashful, but he will sweet talk things more harmless and appealing if he has too.

💛Eve is less possessive than Hibiki is and overall is less jealous. His darling gets their freedom and can talk to others all they like, he can endure them having friends and spending time with others. He is somewhat more cautios around other members of The Trimens for clear reasons. It isn't like Hibiki and Ren don't respect the fact that yo are Eve's lover, but being charming and flirting with women runs simply through their blood and so they might subconsciously accidentally and up doing just that. Eve of course is respectful with his friends and they understand him and stop quickly as well. In front of strangers flirting he still retains that more mature approach similar to Hibiki, but just like him he shares the dislike of seeing other people being all gentleman and nice to you the same way he is. He's not shy when it comes to making it to others clear that you already have him.

💛Similar to Hibiki he will share the same respect and admiration in case you are a wizard yourself and for that have spells up your own sleeves to fight for yourself, though in case of a sudden battle Eve would like to fight right besides you. Even with his whole soulmate belief Eve still mostly turns away from the idea of killing someone as long as it isn’t an emergency situation. He likes discussing it out as well and in the case that someone does try to cause troubles, you have a guild ready to help you out since Eve naturally won’t let anyone harm you. He can sabotage certain situations as well where odds are put against the person he views as a threat.

💛Assuming that you are part of Blue Pegasus, you two would already spend a lot of time together so there would be no need for him to kidnap you since he constantly hangs around you in the guild, regarding clinginess he can be more extreme than Hibiki is. He is younger and more delusional after all. And since he is seen from everyone in the guild as sie sort of younger brother he would definitely be able to count on their help in case something should have happened that caused you to be mad at him.

💛The wizard, despite higher clinginess, still respects the fact to hold back in public more than Hibiki would. Ren and Hibiki most likely triggered him to go out of his way and talk to his darling way back when he was still a secret admirer and didn’t know how to set up a good scenario and how to talk to them. Has a more submissive nature to him so he would like his darling to be the one to lead this relationship whilst he follows along and does in the meantime things to please them and make them happy. But similar to Hibiki he stops flirting with other women as we for the sake of you.

Ren Akatsuki

🎆Funnily from all three of them, he probably is the most lucid one. But he still only is a semi-aware Yandere to have, he's stained ith the same delusions as his team members. He can view many of his habits as rather unusual and he knows that as well, but in the end his belief in the greater love manages to overcome most of his doubts and insecurities whether he's wrong about his feelings or not. He mostly tries to show his feelings in a more tsunderish form, but in the end he as well is far too much lovestruck to come over as very cold and his darling can tease him greatly for it. From The Trimens he's notably the most possessive Yandere to have.

🎆Protective and manipulative. No matter how cold he may try to act, he'll always defend you from others and save you when you do trip into some issues and even if he complains afterwards that you should have been more careful, he was very worried and that's evident. Ren is subtle about his manipulations as well, mainly because he wants his darling to love him without him having to use bribing and other sorts of lies and tricks, but similar to Eve he will do it when there would be the need for it.

🎆He doesn't get along very well with other men except Ichiya, Hibiki and Eve for the real funny reasons because he views other guys as his rivals in love (don't expect girls to be safe from this either, he'll merely be more polite). And Ren is the most rude about his jealousy because even if he is more embarrassed to show how much he really do loves you, he sure as hell won't have others flirt with you and take you away from him. He's the passive-aggressive type with such people and his feelings for his darling are always made obvious during such times. In front of people like Hibiki and Eve he is less harsh, but it doesn't stop him from shooing them away when they are suddenly all over you as well.

🎆He might just be the one who would be the easiest triggered from all of them to act when someone starts looking more and more like potential troubles for the s/o and the relationship. I would say that with love rivals he wouldn't be violent, more focused on just scaring them away and use threats and warnings to stay away the moment someone becomes very persistent on having his darling. If it comes to people such as bullies or perverts he has a faster way to react because simple flirting isn't anywhere near as worse as being catcalled or otheriwse humiliated. But just like with Hibiki and Eve I really only see him killing someone when the circumstances are very bad and the person turns out to be a possible death sentence for his darling if he doesn't do something. Anything can happen in the heat f a battle.

🎆Despite his tries to come over as a Tsundere, he still spends a lot of time with his darling which kind of blows his cover up, but that really isn't something new. Ren isn't necessarily clingy unless someone triggered his jealousy extremely or recently something bad happened to his darling and for that reason he decides to accompany them for safety reasons. Kidnapping is still something he wouldn't really consider since, as already mentioned, he is the most self-conscious Yandere to have from those three.

🎆How you can tease him about his constant tries to come over as a Tsundere despite easily getting flustered around you is really funny. Ren wants to look cool in front of his darling which means he obviously doesn't want to embarrass himself whilst you're watching so he always tries his best. He cools his interactions with other girls extremely down after he's courted you since he obviously cares about you more than anyone else. He might still fall back into the habit of simple flirting, but he learned his lessons quickly when you had enough of it, avoided him and did the exact same thing with Hibiki and Eve who naturally flirted back. He got quite mad at them afterwards for this, though they only helped you giving Ren a taste of his own medicine.

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Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the smell of a huge strawman..... This post was pretty obviously in response to my article "Do I think Cloud had feelings for Aerith?Plot twist: yes" The point of which wasn't, as should be obvious, to insinuate that all men are just walking penisses trying to fuck anything that moves. But that human beings are social creatures that naturally form bonds with all those around them, either positive ones or negative ones, and that doesn't mean they're all equally noteworthy.

It's kinda ironic to me that an article all about how feelings are a multi-faceted spectrum with different flavours and degrees and that not all fleeting emotions should be granted immense weight is being criticized by an argument that only makes sense if you treat every pinge of emotion as having great weight.

There is a reason the internet is filled with millions upon millions of images of beautiful women, and its because men like beautiful women. Does that means that they fall madly in love with every beautiful woman, or want to sleep with every single one of them and can't control themselves? No, and even if they did that still wouldn't likely be something reflected in the personality of a FF hero, it just means that the thought "she's pretty", is in itself already SOME miniscule form of romantic attraction. I think we can all agree that Zidane thought plenty of women were beautiful in FFIX without acting like his feelings for Garnet weren't special, nor different from what he felt in regards to random barmaids.

Aerith is plenty cute, and clearly the team is meant to like being around her. Even if you, the player, don't like her it's obvious that Cloud is portrayed to eventually warm up to her, even if she annoys him at first. And yes, I think that when a fun girl with a pretty face sticks it close to yours you will react to that is some way. Might be a 1 on a scale where your feelings for Tifa are 100. But it's just unrealistic to expect it to be 0, and that neither makes you a slut, nor makes the 100 you feel for Tifa any less valid, especially if it's during a time where you're not yourself.

Pretending Cloud has never had any fleeting thoughts about any other girls besides Tifa, even when braindamaged, is cute, but not realistic and just makes us come across as just as unhinged as the Cleriths. What matters isn't whether braindamaged Cloud thought Aerith was pretty, but what true Cloud desires, and chooses to desire, and for true Cloud this choice would not even be a choice, it would be Tifa, hands down, no competition. Tifa is the one he sees as "the girl I am in love with", Aerith he sees as "the companion that I failed", you can think someone is attractive, or even be flustered by them at times, and yet still have no interest in having a relationship with them, but just see them as "a friend" or some other role.

In fact, if anything that's exactly why most men CAN be trusted. The reason we're faithful isn't because we just happen to no longer be ever attracted to anyone else anymore after meeting you, which would essentially imply that we're just mindless beasts who aren't in control of our urges and our loyalty is but a happy coincidence. No, of course not, not anymore than me acknowledging that a cake is tasty means that I can't stop myself from eating it, or even WANT to eat it. I don't like cake, it's fatty and unhealthy and I don't want it despite the taste. The reason we're loyal is because we know that there are more important things, that feelings and urges are a complex chaotic sea of concepts and that without US there to define what they mean to us, what to nurture, and what importance to grant them, they are utterly meaningless. Cloud had mixed feelings for Aerith just like he did for Barret and the rest of his companions, and with Aerith some of those underlying emotions might be a mixture of finding her pretty, or being embarrassed when near her. None of that changes that at no point did Cloud ever contemplate replacing Tifa in his mind as the girl he wants to be with. Because that spot was reserved just for her, and was the result of Cloud sifting through all his emotions and deciding that THAT mixture of feelings was the mixture that represents the feelings for the person he wants to spend his life with.

What's your opinion on this: Cloud must have had feelings for Aerith because he is a man and men can have erections when they are around any woman? I saw an essay by a Cloti basically said some shit like that lol

I sent you an anon before this one, this was in the essay I mentioned that I read from a Cloti lmaoooo

I think that's like saying any man on the street is attracted to every woman he sees because she's a woman, and let's never take into account personal preferences, sexualities or moral standing.

That's like saying you can't trust any man because he's just a walking dick and will put it anywhere.

So, I guess they think Cloud is as much of a slut as they think Tifa is 😬

[kpop---scenarios]

Mated (3)

Mated (1) | Mated (2)

Pairing: Sehun x Reader / Suho x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Warning: Violence, Blood etc

Word Count: 2.1k

"Lay!" You call you, helping Sehun into the house. "It happened again." You sigh, helping him onto the couch as Lay comes over to take a look at Sehun's wrist. 

Again. 

"What the hell triggered it this time." Lay asks, examining the clearly broken wrist. 

"Look I'm fine. I heal quickly." Sehun spits, standing up. 

"Good, then I can fuck you up again." Suho spits, walking into the house, slamming the door shut. "Yanno Ayn, you're my mate too. You shouldn't play favourites." He spits at you. 

"I'm not playing favourites. As I recall, I spent the day with you yesterday." You say, justifying yourself. 

"You don't need to be an asshole." Sehun chimes in, making you sigh heavily. 

"Should I break your other fucking wrist?" Suho snaps, charging towards Sehun. "Maybe just snap your neck this time." 

"Stop it!" You yell. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" You cry. You push between them, storming out to the yard to clear your head. 

You weren't sure how much longer you could live like this. The constant fighting between the two men who were supposed to love you unconditionally was emotionally draining, the fighting for your attention, one always making it seem like the other was getting more was draining, the fact that you couldn't stand to be in the same room with them together was draining. And it wasn't just your relationships with Sehun and Suho that were suffering, the pack was as well. 

Suho wasn't acting like the leader he should be, his temper was short, he wasn't the kind and caring man you once knew. He didn't care anymore, his focus was now beating Sehun in every single way possible, it was an unhealthy obsession they both had. 

Sehun was the same way. He had a hatred for his leader that he once considered a brother, he needed being the better mate, the better man, just all-around better. 

Their competition was exhausting. You were exhausted. 

You headed back into the house, grabbing your keys before taking off in your car, heading to the one place you hoped had the answers you desperately needed right now. As you drove you thought about your options, you loved them both, they each had their set of faults along with their good qualities but as of now, everything bad was overshadowing the things that were once good. 

"Oh my god." You giggle, running behind the couch. "Stop, please." You beg Sehun. 

"No." He laughs. "It's called payback, baby." 

You squeal as he lunges for you, running into the kitchen where you're grabbed by Suho. 

"I'll save you." Suho smiles, hoisting you over his shoulder and play fighting with Sehun to protect you. 

"Put me down." You say, lightly tapping his back. 

Suho sets you down and you look up at him, giving him a small peck on the lips. "My hero." You smile before walking over to Sehun and kissing him as well. "My other hero. I'm so lucky." You sigh, looking at the two men who love you most in this world. 

Before you knew it, you pulled up outside your parent's house. Your mom had passed away a few years ago but your dad still lived there, mostly spending his days sitting on the porch, drinking coffee while reading his book. He had a lot of knowledge in mates and you knew he would be able to help you out in your situation. 

"Hey, dad." You wave, getting out of your car. 

"Oh hi, bug." He chuckles, standing up to greet you. "What a nice surprise. What brings you here?" He asks.

"I need some advice." You say, giving him a small hug before sitting down next to him. 

"What's on your mind?" He asks. 

You pause for a minute, unsure of where to even start when your dad pipes up again. "It's the mates, isn't it? They're different." 

"How did you know?" 

"Despite there not being much research on it, I did see a Gemini mate once before in my lifetime." He smiles. 

"Well, what happened?"

** 

Sehun runs down the stairs, his body is tight, he's pissed off and ready to snap at any moment. He figures now would be a good time to go for a run, trying to get some aggression out while you're gone. Of course, he felt bad about putting you into the middle of his fights with Suho, but he couldn't help it. Even with how long it had been he was still jealous. You were never supposed to be with Suho, Sehun never wanted a mate he had to share but he adjusted to it, for you. But now enough was enough. He couldn't stand the way Suho looked at you, the way he smiled at you or spoke to or about you. Sehun needed Suho to disappear, and it needed to happen fast. 

He walks out the door, slamming it behind him, making the rest of the men in the living room jump. 

"This needs to end." Baekhyun sighs. "I can't walk on eggshells around them anymore." 

"I worry if I cough too loud." Chanyeol whines. "Suho yelled at me for breathing yesterday." 

"Things are tough but they'll get through it." Minseok sighs. "They have too." 

** 

Suho runs through the forest, not yet wanting to switch to his wolf form. He feels the burning in his legs as he picks up his pace, sweat dripping down his face as he pushes himself to do better. He knew he needed to be better, for you. But he was struggling because of Sehun. He wanted the whiny fuck away from you, if Sehun wasn't in the picture then things would be so much better. You'd be happier too, he just knew it. If only there was a way to cut the younger one from both of your lives. Suho knew it would be a big risk, somehow getting rid of Sehun, but you would eventually forget about him, and then finally Suho would be the only one in your life, the one that made you smile, the one who had your whole heart. That's all he wanted, was for you to be happy with him. 

**

That evening you sent a message to both Sehun and Suho letting them know that you wouldn't be coming home that night. You had too much on your mind and you just needed space to think about things. 

"You have to choose one, bug." He tells you. "There's no way around it. Wolves are extremely territorial creatures that do not do well sharing. It's a surprise you have lasted this long before things got bad." 

Thinking back you remember the first time you noticed them starting to get short with each other. 

"Get the fuck out of my way." Suho snaps at Sehun. You had been sitting on the couch with Sehun, watching a movie when Suho approached, snapping at the two of you cuddling before wanting to get in the middle. You honestly had thought he was joking at the time. 

"What are you doing?" You giggle. "You know this is his night." 

"Yeah, my night, now fuck off." Sehun growls. 

"Okay.." you pause. "Are you both serious?" You ask. You look at both men whose eyes are locked on each other, their chests heaving as they stare each other down. "What the hell is happening?" You ask, moving out of the way. 

"I told you, it's my night." Sehun growls. 

"What the fuck, you guys?" You yell. "What's wrong with you?" 

Suho shakes his head, coming out of whatever mood he was in. He looks at the two of you before apologizing and walking away. 

That was only the beginning. 

"I know." You sigh. "Maybe I should go and talk to them tonight." 

"Can't hurt bug. I love you." Your dad smiles, kissing you on the forehead. 

"Thanks, dad. I love you." You say, giving him a quick hug before running to your car. This talk couldn't wait until the morning.

** 

"Do you wanna come out?" Lay asks Suho, who was drinking a glass of water. 

"No." He answers, placing his cup in the sink before walking away. 

"How about you Sehun? You wanna join?" Minseok asks the younger man. He shakes his head no, his eyes never leaving the TV. 

"Try not to kill each other while we're gone." Baekhyun mutters as the rest of the pack leaves the two men alone. 

Sehun's breathing becomes heavier as he feels Suho still in the kitchen. He hated being even this close to him, he could smell the pathetic need for you from where he was sitting. 

"Christ." Sehun snaps, turning off the TV.

"What the fuck is your issue?" Suho spits. 

"You and you're fucking need to have her is my issue. She was mine first. Mine!" Sehun yells. 

"Well, now she belongs to both of us." Suho chuckles. "You just know if she chose, it would be me. You're too immature for her, she needs a man." 

"Doubtful she would choose you. You should hear the way she talks about you after I've shoved my cock in her." Sehun laughs. "Pathetic." 

"I'm done." Suho says. "I'm done with this two mates thing." 

"Good, so leave us the fuck alone." Sehun smiles.

"No. We fight for her." Suho says. "You and me, tonight. The winner gets to be her mate." 

"Loser dies." Sehun declares. 

Both men nod at each other before heading outside into the field where the battle will begin. 

Both men stand on opposite sides of the field, shifting into their wolf forms. They stand there on all fours growling at each other, each one waiting for the other to lunge. 

Suho takes the first leap, running for Sehun. Sehun takes off, both their bodies colliding, snarling at each other. 

Suho's mouth grips Sehun's neck, tearing a chunk of fur and skin off making Sehun yelp, but come back even more aggressive. He lunges for Suho, opening his mouth and comping down on his leg, twisting it to break. Suho claws at Sehun, using his head to knock him off. 

They both back away, dropping low as they circle each other, snarling and snapping, waiting for the other to lunge until Sehun does. 

** 

You sped through the dark streets, making your way onto the gravel road just before the house. Out of the corner of your eye you see two large, what look like dogs fighting in the middle of the field. You turn your head to look and instantly recognize the two wolves that were tearing each other apart. You swerve your car into the ditch, driving into the field before throwing it in park and running towards the two men you loved the most. 

"Stop!" You yell, your voice cracking as the tears fall from your eyes. You can smell the blood as you near them, both of their bodies are limping, tired and bloody. 

"Please stop." You cry, running closer towards them. You should have stopped, you shouldn't have run in any closer but you did. The moment Suho opened his mouth to lunge for Sehun's neck, you stepped in the way, his teeth gripping your neck and shaking before he realized what he had done. 

Within seconds Suho releases you and your body drops to the ground, blood spewing from your neck. Instantly they're both back in their human forms, huddling over you, trying to stop the bleeding. 

"Ayn.. baby, I'm so sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry... I'm so.. sorry." Suho cries as you struggle to breathe. You reach your hand up, stroking his cheek before your eyes turn over to Sehun who is kneeling in the grass, tears shedding. A tear rolls down your cheek as you hiccup, your rigid breath becoming your last as you fade into nothingness. 

Rage fills Sehun as he stares at the man who murdered his mate, the man who used to be his brother and leader but was now someone he didn't recognize. 

"You did this." Sehun calmly says. "You killed her!" He yells, getting up and charging for Suho who just kneels there. Sehun tackles him, knocking his beaten body to the ground. Suho barely fights, he lays there as Sehun wraps his hands around his throat. 

"Do it." Suho whispers. "Kill me. Let me see her again." 

Sehun releases his neck, standing up, towering over the man. "You don't deserve that." Sehun says, limping towards the house as he hears the other men running towards them in the field.

"What happened!?" Minseok yells, stopping Sehun before he reaches the house. 

He blankly stares at Minseok, trying to speak. "He.." he whispers. "He murdered Ayn." He finishes, moving past him to walk into the house, the fire that was once burning bright inside him was now gone, he was no longer mated. 

[causticsunshine]

(new larry anon) thank you so much for the answer and the links, those are super helpful! I do have two questions though, i just hope they're okay to get asked 🙈 1: do we know what's stopping them from coming out now? They're both under new management right? Obviously nobody has to come out, but why keep up the pretense with the beards and babygate? And 2)i've read how people were apparently really worried about louis in 2016, he looked really pale and kinda unhealthy in some pictures and i was wondering if that was all connected to what happened with his mum or if we know/can speculate whether something else was going on as well? He looked so sad and kinda fragile in some of the pics i've seen :( (sorry for my english btw it's not my first language, and i hope these questions are okay, if not feel free to ignore them 🙈)

hi babe and welcome back! first off no worries at all about your english—more power to you for speaking in multiple languages when a lot of people can't!

and to answer your questions, i've got some lengthy answers for you! i hope i'm able to clear some things up, though, there's just a lot to be said.

1. the 'closeting' and 'music industry' tags i linked should give some more clarification but i figure there's a lot to sort through, and it's also a very layered thing to get into, but basically? it's a lengthy and complex situation because everything from their public personas to being closeted and having beards/het stunt relationships to the babygate debacle is tied up in contracts, and solidified by media training imparted onto them when they were very young, and had no idea how the industry works.

due to how they were media trained and marketed from day one, too, has a lot to do with breaking stunt relationships, coming out publicly if/when they want to, etcetera. so much of what they were forced into and taught through media training was and is reliant on their specialized marketability—flirty harry who all the girls love, goofy sweet leader louis with the devoted 'girlfriend'—to bring money and attention in from what their money and PR people recognized as a heavily female-centric fanbase.

the idea was and still is, when it comes to these groups: young girls will throw all their money at the boyband and make us (the industry people) rich because we've formulated x different types of young, handsome boy for these girls to choose from, that they will ultimately devote themselves and their money to, over a parasocial crush, because we keep the fans feeling special that their token boy could possibly fall in love with them one day.

in this case, the marketing people pick and choose the most desirable traits these young men have, or even assign new traits for them, and teach them how to talk, act, whatever, to appeal to a certain demographic. a lot of the time, they keep things on the vaguer end to allow for specialized projection from the fans that make the chosen boy all that more 'theirs'.

it's...a really grimy marketing tactic that's been used for years, but it definitely still works—and not just in regards to harry and louis or 1d or boybands in general. singular celebrities can do the same with their fanbases by actively engaging with their fans online—i'm not going to say who here because i will get witch-hunted, but there's a particular blonde female singer i'm thinking of as a prime example of this—and convincing them they're friends, that the fans know the real version

but yeah, marketing is a big part of it. the stunts work to support the forced narratives which are born from the marketing.

that's why the general public still—weirdly—sees harry as just some fruity and friendly but ultimately womanizing musician who hates his boyband days and is better without them, and louis still has this rep of being a sometimes bad-tempered—due to some press and pap altercations—party boy who's the often seen as the 'passed over' 1d member, who also forgot how safe sex worked one night and is now a mostly absent parent.

coming out or breaking off/clearing up stunts isn't going to suddenly remedy, placate, or answer for years of forced narratives and forced closeting, even when/if these contracts end or can be negotiated. not everyone is going to believe two 'cishet male' ex-boybanders were actually queer and in love this whole time—like there are even larries out there who still insist HL have broken up multiple times, cheated on each other, etc.—especially not with 10+ year narrative of ex-girlfriends and one night trysts—no matter how many times those are cleared up—and on louis' side as well, a child, to counter that reality.

if you saw talk about the 'mortal enemies' narrative that their team also tried to push between them back in the day, as well as how they still can't really talk about one another alone—like we can count the number of times louis has directly spoken about harry post-hiatus on one hand, same with harry, and i've seen multiple times (although please take this with a grain of salt, as i'm not 110% positive as i haven't heard it firsthand myself) that in some interviews and during fan q&a's and the like, questions for harry about louis and vise versa are not allowed—that's also going to play a part into the disbelief of a relationship counterpart.

it's one thing to share a truth about yourself that contrasts the public image you've been forced into selling; it's another entirely to announce that and a secret queer relationship at the same time, especially considering all the cover-up lengths that've been taken for the both of them, and regardless of how badly conjured or transparent most the cover-ups have been.

in all fairness, though, it needs to be recognized that harry and louis have done a lot over the years to counter their public personas and stunt narratives, from lyric changes in songs to coded clothing, dodging direct questions in the most ridiculous ways—i.e. louis' 'conspiracy theories on iphones' ramble, harry stuttering and making horse-noises for two minutes in a phone interview when asked if a song was about louis—even in body language, facial expressions and inside jokes, so even when forced to participate in stunts or feeding into bullshit narratives, there's always something they end up doing to let you know that 'this is indeed bullshit' or 'i'm not telling the truth right now'.

2. to be honest, despite being here from the near beginning, i left the fanbase entirely from early 2016 - early 2020, and have had to play a lot of catch up, so i wasn't around when people were actively seeing and talking about louis' appearance in 2016. but, looking back on old photos and seeing as babygate was in full swing, another fake relationship was underway, louis was out on his own as a solo musician for the first time in his career, and his lovely mother was sick and then passed during this brand new chapter of his life, i can only imagine how much he was going through and how it may have been affecting him at that time.

i don't feel we collectively should speculate or make assumptions past what we know, though, both because i know how badly this community can spiral and stretch situations both past and present, and because none of us are him and can read his mind, nor were we there at his side while this was all happening. so while i want to say all we can do is speculate, i personally think it's easy to put two and two together seeing as what we now know was going on, and leave it at that.

really i don't think looking back on a clearly hard period in louis' life almost 6 years ago now to speculate is going to do him or anyone else any good. i know doing all the digging and research it can be hard to see all things he—and harry—have gone through, because as you're looking into things it feels like you're there as it's happening, but focusing on supporting him and them in the here and now is the best course of action, in my opinion.

alright, that was a lot, but i hope i was able to answer your questions! the important thing to remember is neither harry or louis or any other closeted individual or couple asks to be closeted or participate in stunts to help bolster a manufactured image that totally contrasts their truth, but the entertainment industry cares more about money and marketability than anything else, and likes to make things difficult for those working to challenge that.

don't lose hope though, and again feel free to message me again if you have any other questions 💕

[professional-termite]

[eddie has been moved to @e-w-w-morningstar but this is a tag game so im rbing from main]

alr sick i love tag games! kinda offended that i was only put on this list through my dad but whatever...ill skip the coffee tho. no one take his lattes.

1. spy? by WHOKILLEDXIX

good vibes. nice beat. has been living in my head rent free all day.

2. Passing Through (Can't the Future Just Wait?) by Kaden MacKay

lokius vibes. tragic gay men...oogh...

3. The Nowhere King by Centaurworld Cast

the vibes, man. the vibes

4. Intellegent Guy by Butthole Surfers

this band has a funny name but their music slaps. and its true, im not the worlds most intellegent guy

5. Welcome to Horrorwood by Ice Nine Kills

i have an unhealthy obsession with this song. i need to stop

6. Angel by Jack Stauber

i believe that you believe that youre an angel...nowhere rise...everywhere fall...

7. Magical Doctor by Maretu

current mental state

8. Shit like That by Butthole Surfers

That's the Deal 😎😎

9. Meat & Greet by Ice Nine Kills

HANNIBAL LECTER MY BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

10. Verbatim (Sped up) by Mother Mother

i listened to this on loop for a week and the thought of listening to it again makes me physically ill

tags (dont take his lattes please, sillies)

@iceeericeee @fracturedvertebrae @gothamxwattpad @brediest-littleguy @secretly-larry-daley @kei-maki @sparkly-s0da @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines @five-nights-at-squids @fizzyfazstudio

The Metatron's Taylor Swift Curse Blessing Playlist

Thank you for the tag , @confused-book-noises. I am eager to share my music playlist with my beloved followers.

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people.

1. Love Story - Taylor Swift

As you already know, I am an ardent supporter of star-crossed lovers and would never try to keep them apart.

2. Shake It Off - Taylor Swift

Taylor's rapping during the bridge was exquisite. Eminem has nothing on this. sick. beat.

3. Blank Space - Taylor Swift

I, too, have a long list of ex-lovers (everyone's grandparents) but they all prefer @pret-a-metatron to Starbucks.

4. London Boy - Taylor Swift

Who doesn't love a London boy? Darling, I fancy you(r grandfather). A true spiritual successor to Estelle's American Boy featuring Taylor's long-term archnemesis who shall not be named.

5. Lover - Taylor Swift

In @metatrons-heavenly-kingdom we will keep the Christmas lights up all year round, not just til January.

6. You Belong with Me - Taylor Swift

Ah, I remember when I used this song to seduce God. Good times (even though She rejected me).

7. All of the Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

Though I appreciate her country, pop, and folk outings, Taylor Swift is at her best when she's channeling Ariana Grande and using suburban-friendly 'R&B' beats.

8. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

Ever since @ask-eric-the-disposable-demon placed the Taylor Swift curse upon me--which I've now come to embrace as a blessing--I've missed listening to other musicians. This song took me back to when I could listen to the Killers' A Dustland Fairytale and it was quite nostalgic for me. I saw the ending when I turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life.

9. Cardigan - Taylor Swift

Kissing cars and downtown bars is truly all I needed. (In fact, the first two verses were unnecessary filler until this point in the song--don't tell Taylor I said that though, I'm sure she is already aware.)

10. Delicate - Taylor Swift

If anyone can empathize with Taylor Swift's undeserved bad reputation that has never been worse, it is me. Still, I try my best to get people to like me for me (and my coffee).

Full Pressure Tags (I'm the Metatron, what do you expect?)

@bildads-rib-shack, @kleenexwoman, @aceisdoingthings, @janeway-lover, @helphowdoiusethis, @violet-yimlat @morningbloodystar (and your entire family), @bagelofchaos (and everyone in your group chat), @creative-soul-22, @agoodpairofsocks

And anyone else who would like to participate--if you do, I will gift you a free oatmilk latte with almond syrup