#cause there’s no way you think it was THAT awful

[greyves-under-fire]

God, this. My nanny's disabled and always takes this stuff seriously when her family who also is, is sick, she makes sure everybody knows because it feels important enough to tell them to make sure they care.

But when she told my dad that i had covid pneumonia two months ago, while he's been well aware and passive of my disabilities and how many times covid has immeasurably ruined my body and my life, all he said was that i seemed fine at my niece and nephews birthday party the week before. It didn't matter that i was sick and it must be awful anyway.

Like yeah, of course i put up the mask, but you had to be fucking blind not to see it. Because of course, no one saw it when me crossing the parking lot to help get stuff from the car had me holding back *screams* and panic attacks due to the fact that my muscles made me feel like i was being burnt alive, and i genuinely could. Not. Breathe. It felt like i was breathing glass into my lungs.

And every time i was asked to go get something else or needed to, of course no one saw when i ducked my head to wipe away tears because of how overwhelming it was to have to do it AGAIN. Of course he didn't notice that it took me 5x longer every next time to get to the car, stay there, and come back.

Of course he didn't think about why i would be staring off into space with a tense expression the whole time any more after he asked and i gave a vague answer of pain.

I have such an obvious crying face. it's always blatantly obvious if i have been.

There's no way i looked "fine" i just looked "as usual" which of course, he only assumes is fine, even when he genuinely knows and understands otherwise.

He treats me like it would hurt him too much to think about me being so constantly fucking miserable and broken and hurt, so he chooses to never think of it altogether instead and still pretend he's so much of a better dad than he used to be. Sure, he is. But it's not enough. Like the most ignorant and cruel coping mechanism.

It doesn't matter, that this is the sixth bout of covid I've had, causing irreparable damage to my lungs and immune system, causing a never ending flare up of the most painful and depressing and nightmarish fibro symptoms that have finally caused me to consider a cane. It doesn't matter that i'm only 19, just like it didn't matter to him when i was only 14 or 15 or 16.

He didn't reach out. He didn't check on me. He didn't talk to me about it, and assumed i'd be fine walking a flight of stairs a few weeks later.

They truly think that being used to it means anything. It means nothing. All it means is that i'm in so much pain and discomfort all the time.

There's no easy and simple way of wrapping it into a digestible bow of "yeah but they're sick all the time.(like it's fine for me to be used to it as long as i'm not actively dying.)" it's just an excuse for them not to be inconvenienced by our pain. And i'm always expected to reach out when he gets sick to check on him.

I'm so fucking sick of it.

sorry for the vent.

What a lot of abled people don't understand is that when you get more sick as someone who was already physically disabled/chronically ill, you don't get the sympathy, you don't get people sending you cards and coming to visit and help you with things. Everyone just kind of assumes that you can handle it, that it's not *really* anything new. Maybe people might acknowledge it for a week or two, but then to them it's just normal. You were already sick, so why would being a little more sick be disruptive to you, right?

[ellecdc]

Hey elle! Trying to make sure I do this right because I dont ask often. 🐻 with the snuggly prompts “you always make me feel so safe.” and “if you tell anyone I’m the little spoon i will deny we’ve ever met” i was thinking regulus or barty or evan or all of them 😉 but they are the little spoon. Happy 5k my darling xx

awe thanks so much for the prompt, babes!! hope I did it justice <3

the winter games

poly!rosestarkiller x fem!reader who is cuddling with the boys [438 words]

CW: Regulus living up to the black cat accusations

“You’re quiet, pretty girl.” Evan murmured into the hair just behind your ear. A smile spread over your face as you melted further into him.

“M’not quiet.” You denied. “Content.”

“She’s asleep.” Regulus countered from across from you, finally forcing you to open your eyes just so you could glare at him.

“Am not.” 

“Don’t antagonise her.” Barty murmured as he pulled Regulus further into his chest, causing the slightly smaller boy to scowl though he did go willingly.

“Yeah, don’t antagonise me.” You taunted, earning you a warning squeeze of Evan’s embrace.

“Why’re you so quiet?” He redirected you, relenting at the contradictory sound you made in the back of your throat. “Sorry, Merlin; why’re you so content, then?”

You made a hum of consideration. “You just…” you started, suddenly a little shy having all three boys facing you - Evan from behind, Regulus in front of you, and Barty behind him. “I don’t know…you always make me feel so safe.”

Barty let out a disgustingly gooey ‘awe!’ as Evan laughed and Regulus snorted. 

“Aren’t you sweet.” Evan murmured before pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

“Wait, wait. Treasure, which one of us makes you feel safe?” Barty queried then; head popping up from behind Regulus not unlike a prairie dog.

“Me, obviously.” Evan offered, though you knew he only did it to get a rise out of his boyfriend, which it did.

“Sod off you wanker!”

“All of you! Obviously!” You laughed, hoping to curtail the chaos before it started.

“Well I hardly see how,” Barty muttered, though he looked slightly less volatile than a moment before. “Regulus hardly does anything.”

“I beg your pardon?” Regulus asked indignantly. 

“You’re terrible at cuddling.” Barty explained simply, earning him a scoff from Regulus currently situated in his arms.

“What in the sodding hells do you call this, then?” 

“He practically had to wrestle you into position, Reg.” Evan offered. 

“Exactly.” Barty agreed, glad to have his point attested. “You’ll only cuddle as the little spoon, and that’s only because you’re trapped and can’t go anywhere.”

Regulus was quiet for a moment before he harrumphed at the group of you. 

“It’s alright, Reg.” You placated around a chuckle. “There’s nothing wrong with being the little spoon.”

Regulus scowled at you, but the way he melted into Barty and his cheeks pinked gave him away. 

“Fine.” He huffed. “But if any of you tell anyone I’m the little spoon, I will deny we ever met.” 

Barty planted a smacking kiss to Regulus’ cheek as you booped his nose and Evan laughed.

“Okay, Black,” Evan chuckled. “Whatever you say.”

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Hiii sorry I’m the anon that requested prompt 33 and 39. I would like to request the soft prompt plsssss

THANK YOUUUU<333

no worries at all, this was about wonwoo, right? god i hope this was about wonwoo, there are so many requests i think i missed it :( thank you for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜

fluff prompt: 'you ramble and it's adorable.' 'should i stop talking?' 'don't, your voice is very soothing.'

'what..is this?' you ask, pausing at the doors. 'woo?'

wonwoo gets shy for a second, chewing his bottom lip and looking at the mess he made. well, it's an artsy mess, mess that is meant to be comfortable for you and him for your movie night. he tried to choose your favorite blankets and bought all of your favorite snacks; pulling everything together on the floor of your living room proved to be an unexpectedly difficult task, because he had no idea how to make it look pretty. even right now, he's not fully satisfied with an end result, but the way your eyes shine with awe, he thinks maybe he did fine. 'do you like it?' he asks, reaching out for your hand. 'thought i can make our movie night a bit better.'

'i love it.' you assure him, taking his hand but still looking at what he created on the floor. 'this is so cute, oh my god. thank you.'

wonwoo relaxes, tension leaves his body as he hears sincerity in your voice. you really do like it and this is enough to make him happy, giddy, excited for this night. you both quickly change to sleep clothes and wonwoo lets you choose, not minding that you take forever to pick something, going from one option to another.

'let's do this one! it's based on the book,' you suggest and wonwoo nods without looking. whole point of movie night for him is to be close to you, movie choice is irrelevant in his opinion. 'okay, i'm putting this one but i gotta tell you a bit of the history cause in book it's explained really well.'

he loves your voice. he loves to hear you talk about things that interest you, because you go into details and lose yourself in explanation, looking beautiful in your excitement to share your knowledge. 'you ramble and it's adorable,' he comments, watching you blush prettily for him.

opening credits of the movie end and instead of replying to his comment, you quickly glance at the screen and then back at him. 'should i stop talking? movie started.'

wonwoo shakes his head, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips for a small kiss. 'no, don't. your voice is very soothing.'

he means it. just like he can tell when you're sincere, so can you and your answering smile at his answer makes him want to forget about the movie and just cuddle with you this whole night, listening to you talk. he tells you this much, loving how you laugh and shake your head. 'i'll continue, but you gotta pay attention to the movie too.'

wonwoo nods, but discreetly turns volume down, staring up at you like you're more interesting than any movie. and you are.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[s0fter-sin]

i’d love to know how much of early day's spn subtext was deliberate or just a happy accident bc the subplot of 1x08 bugs is sam and dean butting heads about how they were raised and sam hating it while dean tells him he should accept it as they protect a family; predominantly a father and son

the father and son argue bc the son is different and not who the father wants him to be while the son feels ignored and shunned (aka sam). sam spends the episode empathising with him and telling him he can look forward to going to college to get away from him just like he did while dean cuts in to say he should stick with his family

the entire episode, dean defends john and the way he raised them ("maybe he needed to raise his voice but sometimes you were out of line"), it even starts with him and sam arguing over their illegal ways of making money and how they were brought up in the life; dean adapting to and enjoying it and sam wanting to be honest and straight

they talk about sam being sure john is and always has been disappointed in him just for dean to say john used to go to stanford whenever he could to check on him and something about his expression is so bitter; like he knows john would never express that care for him

but at the climax when they're trying to get matt to convince his dad to leave, sam is the one telling him to tell the truth and make his dad listen whereas dean tells him to lie; implying he wouldn't trust his son enough to believe him

he outright scoffs at sam and asks him what he was thinking for trying to get matt to tell the truth

the entire episode, dean is advocating for the kid to work it out (almost to just take it) and stay with his family but when push comes to shove, he tells him to lie

sam who spent years resenting john and his family for how they were raised, fell back on "making him listen"; echoing all the arguments he had with john, trying to force him to understand who he is while john's too blinded by vengeance to even begin to try. the same way sam refuses to see how they were raised and why they were raised that way from john’s point of view, hinting at how similar people they are (which still isn’t an excuse but also not the point rn)

dean winchester, the king of repression and masking (and fawning), dean who at this point is still staunchly defending john, tells a shunned kid with a harsh father to pretend in order for his father to care enough to listen to him and believe him

dean knows reasoning won't work bc he's watched it happen over and over again with sam and john

even the way matt tries to say, “but he’s my… (father)” feels like he’s coming over to dean’s point of view; that matt as a son respects his father to enough to tell the truth and no matter how much they’ve fought, that should trump everything. but dean still insists he lies. and matt tells the truth. and his father doesn’t listen

there's no way they intentionally made dean subconsciously know that a man raising his son in a mimicry of how john raised them wouldn't respect or trust his son enough to believe him about something potentially life threatening after half a season of john ignoring them about something potentially life threatening

right?

[slytherinshua]

back here again for a proper reblog w thoughts because I did not have enough time to process this fic and form words when I first read it I was just so GAGGED by how gorgeous and descriptive and immersive this whole thing was

when I read or write angst I’m like an all or nothing type of person and I just LOVE major character death. especially major character death with resurrection trope just scratches the right place in my brain. the angst the anger the pain and the shift in a character when they lose the one person they love IT ALWAYS HITS. and tae betraying the entire world and just caring about reader and no one else JUST SKDJSKS

not to mention how each sentence flowed so beautifully I am in awe of how you write and how perfect the descriptions and emotions were. the analogies and metaphors were just GORGEOUS. I live for any mythological au with powers in this way the dead souls and resurrection just UGH WATCH ME NEVER SHUT UP ABT THIS EVER

the DIALOGUE. like “oh my love what have they done to you?” I AM SO OBSESSED WITH TAE AND YN AND THE WAY THEY CARE FOR EACH OTHER SO SOLELY they are everything to the other and their love is so selfish and evil in a sense but so FULFILLING.

yn waking up and not being alarmed but being so proud and so in love and so ready to match everything taehyun did for him is just SO DKDJSKSK

finding taehyun fics is so hard especially aus and especially ones where he is written in a way that seems accurate to him. cause im so tired of the cold emotionless taehyun that is in most fics 💔💔 but THIS not only does he show emotion— anguish and anger and pride and fear but he is so so so in love which i think is so accurate for taehyun who i feel loves with his entire being. this fic was the best tae fic I’ve ever read and probably will ever read THIS WAS SO GOOD SKDJSK

partly moon, partly sun | k.th

don’t really remember what happened, but at some point I decided taehyun could be a very convincing villain. so here this is. hope you enjoy <3

(in case you were curious, taehyun’s theme song is same scent by oneus)

Pairing: Taehyun x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst, god!au, villain!Taehyun

Warnings: death, blood, semi-graphic descriptions of gore, implied nudity, Taehyun is NOT what you should consider a good person and neither is mc

Word Count: 3.6k

When you die, Taehyun swears an oath of revenge to bring you back, the world and its gods be damned.

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As stone crumbles to the ground, Taehyun stares the final fallen guard in the eye, loathing and pity in his heart.

“You fought well,” he condescends, nodding once.

The woman only spits, eyes riveted on the seeping wound she inflicted upon his cheek. “You will never win,” she sneers, each breath harsher than the last.

Taehyun allows his lips to curl into a smile. “Oh, I think I already have.”

She doesn’t reply. It is understandable. The sword driven through her throat might have made it a little hard to do so.

Blood spatters onto his hand, but beyond a vague wetness, Taehyun barely feels it. He couldn’t see it anyway between the stone dust settling and the smoke rising from the distant fires, and even if the air was clear, the red would have blended into the blackened skin of his fingers, regardless.

It’s not as if murder burns anymore, not like it did with the first life he took.

A wisp of white rises from the dust, a pure soul wafting towards the heavens. Taehyun allows himself a note of satisfaction as he plucks it from its path, crushing it in his palm, letting its essence pool its way into his skin, into his blood, into his heart.

One hundred thousand souls he’s damned for this. All for this. 

All for you.

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[moeblob]

"Him? Oh, you know, he's kind of a loser." - probably everyone except for his younger brother.

Germaine is based on the layer of hell (Dante's Inferno) for material wealth before self, others, and god. So basically very materialistic and possessive of his belongings. Unfortunately, his younger brother qualifies as a belonging in his mind. So he does his absolute best to keep his brother safe and sound and scratch free - which is a bit tough in a post apocalyptic setting but he mostly manages.

Also a fact I just like to mention: he is incapable of lying.

[sevs-corner]

Tf 141! As classic highschool jock tropes

(Im brainrotting agane so lets get this outta the way)

Tw: nsfw themes/ implications 18+ !!

So the 4 are the popular kids for sure

However wacky they may be, or how god awful their reputation is— the people love em, and are very VERY downbad for ‘em

Price, as the captain of the rugby team, is the cocky type

Overconfident, knows how to sell himself, the typical rich kid that would hold parties after every game win

And they always win

Price is the Troy Bolton equivalent, with all the talents but none of the motivation to use ‘em or explore the arts

He is committed to the game, and the only time where you can find him dead serious and hyper focused

Though in relationships? He’s far from that

Body count? Don’t even try and think about it, its not like he keeps score either

But he does score them based on how good they are (he is BI and will fuck anyone)

The fact that he hasn’t fucked you would be quite rare

Protection king actually, because he will NOT take responsibility for what happens after the deed

But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t raw dog you if you wanted to :)

Ghost, is still as enigmatic as ever and the most brooding out of the four

But that doesn’t mean he won’t kick your ass

To be honest, he wouldn’t hold back at ALL (especially if you insulted his rock music or his fashion sense)

He does play in the same team as Price, and is actually his second in command

He’s super quick on his feet because he does boxing at the side

(How else would he expel all of his angsty teenage energy?)

That’s why he’s always sluggish and the type to sleep in class (but still get straight As ‘cause he’s just a natural smart ass like that)

Teachers are afraid of this man and is also scared of the backing that he has because of his parents and his association with Price and his own parents too (they fund the school board)

In terms of hooking up other people…

He doesn’t do it often but when he does-

Well, let’s just say that people go to him if they feel a little…experimental

Aftercare? The bare minimum ‘cause he knows its intense

Will he do it often and go out of his way to do it? No (but maybe he would for you)

Gaz, is the the “nice” guy out of the four

He’s the type to always get straight As, participate in all the projects, join community projects, be student council president—

Yes, he wants absolute control under his finger tips

People really don’t know if they’re being tugged on strings with him at the helm, doing every bit of his bidding without even him lifting a single finger

While he sits there, looking all pretty

He does play sports but is quite average

But you already know that he’s the one lifting his shirt for the nice lowkey, candid abs pic

Always a performer in the field, which sometimes pisses off Price and Ghost (they’re very competitive when they get into the zone) but really does decently enough that he gets scouted too

Although, he prefers that he handles more of the internal working of school

Slowly ensuring that the four of them have absolute control of the school— all for their amusement of course

His hook-up culture is a bit…skewed

A sadist in the sheets and a masochist in the closet

An absolute wild animal if you managed to hook up with him

But if he hooks up with any of the three other guys?

Well, let’s (also) just say that Ghost has to get his practice in somehow, right? Or when he’s frustrated and need to take it out in a…more sensual way

He is as willing as the day he joined them

Soap, is the wildest party animal out of the four

And because of that, he’s the go-to guy for supplies in alcohol and drugs

Even has connections in getting places for parties (like abandoned parks, houses, a lake side getaway- whatever you wanted he’ll get it)

But for a pretty penny, of course

He is the stash keeper in terms of money and all of the above

He’s also the hustler, working hand-in-hand with Ghost whenever they need to deal with someone

Unruly doesn’t quite match the energy he gives off everyday

Messing and pranking with the teachers aren’t even enough for him

Vandalizing is too common and just wreaking havoc is the name of his game

He does play on the team with the rest but often gets fouls or does foul play that he gets red carded out immediately anyways

Does he care for any type of attraction with hook-ups? Nope

He just fucks ‘em and leaves, responsibilities be damned

You chose to be with him anyways, right? Its not like forced you to the lone room upstairs or anything

Its not him who removed his clothes in front him— it was all your own will and he simply just jumped at the opportunity and your wide open arms

You, on the other hand, just transferred to this school

Unknowing of its inner workings

You find yourself at this school because of a troubled family life

With such a failure in their lives, they decide to dump you here by your lonesome

And now you have to figure out how to live in and outside of this school

Lemme know if you want more crumbs of this hehe <3

[deadhands69]

bff!Yuta 2 🤍

MDNI

post-cannon best friend Yuta, continued from this post *but this one's smutty* slight somno warning?

bff!Yuta who's wanted to make a move on you for a while, but hasn't known how to. Instead, he's awkwardly pausing and giggling more than usual (which is a lot to begin with.)

bff!Yuta who has decided to act like you're dating already. Buying you flowers. Taking you to dinner. Unfortunately for him, this behavior is really similar to how he's treated you for years so you don't notice much of a difference.

bff!Yuta who loves and hates it when you throw your arms around his neck and exclaim "wow, Yuta! You're such an amazing friend!" every time he shows how much he loves you.

bff!Yuta who invites you for sleepovers every night. You haven't spent a single night in your own bed all month and most of the clothes you wear are his. Your other friends are beginning to notice.

bff!Yuta who works hard to hide his raging boner from you every morning. Tucking it in the waist band of his sweatpants, piling blankets between the two of you, laying face down until it subsides. But it's not going away this time.

bff!Yuta who doesn't think he can take it any more. He knows you'll find out how turned on you make him when he has to get out of bed so it's already a lost cause. He might as well get one last cuddle in while he can. Besides, he reasons, the two of you are this close all the time - he's just always been able to hide his erections from you. This one is too much to hide though.

bff!Yuta who moves the blankets and leans into your thigh for the closeness he craves. Careful not to get too close. Desperately hoping you won't leave if when you realize how hard he is.

bff!Yuta who watches anxiously as you wake up with him pressed into your side. He moves a few inches away but you follow him. Your eyes opening and arms stretching around his shoulders as you mumble, "you okay, Yuta?" while you register the feeling against your leg.

bff!Yuta who watches in awe as his pretty best friend rolls over to fully face him. The tip of your nose brushing against his cheek. He's holding his breath and clutching the back of your shirt like it's the only thing keeping you from disappearing.

bff!Yuta who is so absolutely convinced you'll jump out of his bed and run away when you realize what a closeted pervert he is.

But you don't.

bff!Yuta who knows you're waiting for him to make a move now. You're pressed so close to him, there's no way his hardness has gone unnoticed. Lips nearly touching. Eyes staring into his.

bff!Yuta who kisses his best friend for the first time. Tentatively at first, but when you reciprocate, it's like the flood gates opened. He shoves his tongue half down your throat, moaning loudly at the slightest touch.

bff!Yuta who melts into you as you shove his back into the wall, gripping a handful of his hair. Breath already staggering as he desperately ruts his hips into you, pulling your legs around him to bring you closer.

bff!Yuta who thinks you're the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen while you move to straddle him, grinding down hard onto his already dripping dick. Feeling him twitch against you through your clothes while he whimpers in your ear how beautiful you are.

bff!Yuta who's holding out as long as he can, making sure you cum at the same time. Letting go completely when you fall into him, gasping against his neck while your fingernails dig into his shoulders.

bff!Yuta who holds you as you catch your breath. His sweatpants damp against his leg, shirt stretched at the neck. The feeling of you against his chest calming him more than any weighted blanket ever could.

bff!Yuta who hasn't even gotten out of bed today but he's never been happier in his life.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Tully

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Oscar Tully (Age Up I suppose) Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - Y/n (wife) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1009

Oscar returned to his room after a long day of being the lord paramount of the riverlands, heading up the tallest tower to his room in Riverrun. As he arrived to his room. He found Y/n sitting up in bed with the fire burning bright. Already dressed in her nightie and slowly working wool between her fingers as she makes little socks, hats and blankets. Her belly was swollen so much that her nightie barely fit her, ready to give birth any day Oscar stood in the doorway, watching quietly. His heart filled with a mix of affection and worry. He entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. He approached the bed and sat down next to her. He placed a gentle hand on her swollen stomach, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "You should be resting, my love. Not staying up late sewing."

"I wanted to make sure baby Tully has some nice warm socks."

Oscar chuckled softly, his hand still gently rubbing her stomach. He could feel their baby moving inside her. "Baby Tully will have plenty of warm socks, I assure you. But I worry about you, my love. You must rest and take care of yourself."

"I am resting I've been in bed all week Oscar I'm sure it'll be alright."

Oscar sighed. He knew she was strong-willed and stubborn, but he also knew she was heavily pregnant. He took one of her hands in his, intertwining their fingers together. "I know you feel restless, but the healers say you must take it easy. Our child will be here soon, and I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

she softly squeezed his hand, "I know you worry." She softly smiled, "alright. I will rest." She agreed putting her work down and laying down to get as comfortable as she could.

Oscar smiled, He helped her settle in, readjusting the pillows to better support her. He sat down next to her, looking down at her fondly. "Thank you, my love. I know it's not easy to stay still when you're pregnant, especially with how active our child is. But we have to be careful." He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

she nodded and took his hand settling it on her belly, "he's very active today. Dancing and wiggling. I think he's getting ready, getting packed up to head out."

A gentle laugh rumbled in Oscar's chest as he felt the tiny movements in her belly. He caressed her bump, his palm pressing against their baby's wiggling. "He's restless, He's getting ready to meet us. It won't be much longer now."

Y/n nodded keeping her hand on his as they felt the baby, "Let's hope he finds the way out quickly and efficiently. I'd rather not be laid for days waiting for him to figure it out."

Oscar chuckled again and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "He will find his way out when he's ready. But I agree, I hope it happens quickly for your sake. I don't like seeing you in discomfort." He shifted a bit on the bed, sitting closer to her. He continued to stroke her stomach, feeling the baby move beneath his touch. "You know, I can't wait to meet him. To hold our little boy in my arms. It's still hard to believe we're going to be parents soon."

"it is hard to believe. But that's what happens Oscar when a husband and wife love each other very much. Little lords and ladies arrive," she giggled,

Oscar chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her stomach. He spoke against her skin, his words tender. "That's right, my love. And we've certainly loved each other enough to make this little one. He will be the most loved child in all Westeros, I promise you that."

"mhm, heir to Riverrun, the riverlands and the title of lord paramount." She smiled, "you're going to have to wait an awful long while for those titles thought kiddo. Cause I'm not letting daddy go anywhere." She smiled giving Oscar a kiss,

Oscar chuckled and returned her kiss, his hand still resting on her stomach. He smiled at her words, a mixture of affection and understanding in his eyes. "You're right, he will have a long wait indeed. But for now, I'm happy to just be here with you, and to watch you grow with our child. We have all the time in the world, my love." He shifted on the bed again, positioning himself closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tight against him. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her skin. "I can't wait to see you as a mother. You're already so nurturing and loving. Our child will be so fortunate to have you as his mother."

"and very fortunate to have you as his father."

Oscar smiled softly, touched by her words. He pulled her closer, holding her tight against his chest. He nuzzled his face into her hair, his breath warm against her skin. "You flatter me, my love. I promise you I will do everything in my power to be a good father."

"I know you will." She cooed cuddling him, "We should rest storms coming over tomorrow,"

Oscar nodded in agreement. He settled in beside her, his arms around her. "Yes, you're right. We need our rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Goodnight Oscar." Y/n cooed,

Oscar held her close, feeling comfort in her warmth. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and smiled. "Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight little baby," she cooed rubbing her belly,

Oscar chuckled softly at her words, his hand joining hers on her belly. He whispered to the baby. "Goodnight little one. Rest and grow strong. Your mother and I are eagerly awaiting your arrival."

[aaal-iz-well]

✦ making the rumor mill churn ✦　　

a/n: hey guys, so this is basically me making good on my promise to post small ficlets and stuff, so here you go. enjoy reading it. the title says it all.

“Avery!”

“Miss Grambs!”

“Look here!”

“Mr. Hawthorne, how do you feel about the comments on your relationship with Avery Grambs?”

Avery tensed beside Jameson, smile growing tight, and despite all the media practice, her shoulders curled inwards. No one would notice it, except the edits where they focused on every micro aspect of her body language in slow motion.

Avery would hate it.

Jameson cocked his head in a pose, winking at a random boy in behind the cameras, seeing him squeak. He widened his stance, because despite the heels, Avery wasn’t quite as tall as him.

“Heiress?” he spoke in her ear.

“Huh,” she hummed, careful not to turn towards him. He could already imagine all the thoughts in her head, what would happen if she did.

“Do you think they know,” he asked casually over the din of the reporters bombing them with questions.

What would you say about your father’s connection with Miss Skye Hawthorne? There’s uncertainty about the future of the Hawthorne name after your decision to liquidate majority of assets for charity. Is it—

“What, Jameson?” Usually, his vague questions (Heiress, guess what I’m thinking right now? When am I going to see the girl of my dreams?) were met with equally vague— and at times mischievous— answers from the young billionaire.

A question for a question.

He would forgive her for not playing this time. He supposed the strain of her smile, of having to keep her cheeks up, but not too wide, not too creepy, not so, bluh, generic, not like that, was taking a toll on her capacity to entertain him.

No worries, he could be the entertainer tonight.

“About the mark on my collarbone,” he whispered, the words barely more than air. “Do you think I should pull it down just a little, teeny tiny bit. Give them something to talk about?”

“Jameson!” she said through her smile, eyes never straying to his. Her calmness was laudable, really. At times, he was willing to bet it gave Grayson’s a run for his money. Literally. But he could sense the undertone of warning in it. she might as well have said the words with daggers in her eyes.

“What are you going to do?” he challenged her in a sing song manner, pretending not to notice the tick in her jaw. The way she seemed to withdraw from the crowd was something he relished in. The way, despite her frozen face, he knew he had her attention. Her spine straightened. Her smile was muscle memory, and she was looking— not at the reporters of cameras, or journalists— just looking. Her gorgeous self. Above all the lies they were ready to spew about her.

“Are you going to kiss me on the mouth after that, cause like cat’s out of the bag?” he continued lowly, serenading in her ear. “Really really hard. Show them you did it, banish all those stories from their minds.”

“Shut up Jameson,” she said, her lips barely moving to make the sound. They moved further up the carpet, his hand on her back.

Jameson assesses the crowd from this higher vantage. “They seem to want to know an awful lot, don't they. And I wouldn’t mind climbing the rung to the hottest Hawthorne. My aunt's had her days, af—”

Suddenly, Jameson shut his mouth like a trap.

Well, that was okay, relatively okay, considering the alternative was yelping like a kitten when Avery pinched him, right on his hip. Where she knew the skin wasn’t quite as sturdy as the rest on his body. They’d had a long night, though he was far from complaining.

“Cat got your tongue, Jamie darling?” she said, finally finally looking at him, speaking the words right over his face. The words weren’t spoken through her frozen smile. This was a secretive one, meant only for him. Something that Landon couldn’t take the credit for instilling, something entirely, unapologetically her own.

The answer to her question would be in the affirmative, cause he couldn’t bring himself to answer. His entire body tingled with tremors, the epicentre where she’d pinched him.

“Who knew you had a pause button.” Her nails lightly dragged over his back, but they were more soothing than teasing. “Smile for the cameras.”

“You forget, Heiress,” he told her when he’d recovered. A forearm hoisted on her shoulder to make up for lost time. “Two can play that game.”

“They very well can,” she told him, a twinkle in her eyes. “But I doubt you want me on your bad side, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.”

His heiress really did know all the chinks in his armour. The way she said his name, the practiced ease, it slowly rolled off her mouth like that. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. Like leisurely unspinning a yarn; a command; a challenge; a gauntlet thrown down. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. Brimming with things only the two of them could understand.

He was a squeaking schoolgirl, a fangirl, a crazy man palpitating on the street.

“What?” he asked her. “You're going to unleash your PR dogs on me”

“I’ll alone be enough to make you regret it, let alone my PR.”

Jameson, for this once thought it best not to test her. He was done here. So he let his arm drop from her shoulder and wound it around her waist instead as they made to take their seats. “I think I agree.”

“Miss Grambs, Mr. Hawthorne, is it true that the two of you are in a relationship? The rumour mill is certainly going to be busy tonight.”

And well, later on, when it was Avery’s turn on the stage, he knew that camera was panned in on him, if he fanned his collar— it was a bit stuffy, in his defence, or rather his cover— and made sure people knew, he could always claim plausible deniability.

a/n: so that's it. i have some more ideas and may be posting soon, thanks for reading. also feel free to send some promp if you iiked this. buh byee love you guys

[llamaisllama777]

... Oh, they better fix this soon, or it's gonna be a VERY sad Thanksgiving and Christmas!

Seriously, tho....thing are BAD right now, and I have a few possibilities/predictions for Earth and Luanr and what could happen next...

Earth predictions

1. Earth is left numb by the dark lighting.

Much like how Monty lost all feelings in his right??? Arm after fighting The Stitchwraith Earth will now have that same problem but all over her body cause that lightning spread everywhere! Leaving her in a lot of pain and then feeling numb for who knows how long?! I think for Monty, it lasted five months? So, Earth will be like this for the next five months... fun.

2. Earth is corrupted by the negative star power!

Turuas and Rez have mentioned it is possible to become corrupted by negative star power, and if there was an awful lot of negative star power, there. We've seen what happens to things that get corrupted by dark star power. (Dazzle's old body, those dark star creatures, and Nexus)

Earth will slowly become corrupted by the negative star power floating in her systems and turn into a corrupted!Earth! The Astrals will try to kill Earth while Sun, Moon, Solar, Monty, and Lunar (and possibly Eclipse) will try to save Earth and find a way to uncorrupt her, and they will hopefully succeed in saving her.

3. Earth dies!

Yes, you read that right! Earth dies! Earth's body will succumb to the corruption and die. Earth will die, and Lunar, Monty, and the whole family will be absolutely destroyed. Lunar will feel like a monster, Sun will have lost the only other sibling who cared for him and the one who made him realize he's not a bad person and that he does matter, Monty will lose the love of his life and might become the destroyer of worlds like how Golden Freddy said he would if Monty didn't meet the right people, Solar and Moon will have lost the sister they just gained, and Eclipse will have lost his first friend... needless to say, this is the WORST outcome! Lunar would go into hiding, Eclipse, Solar, Moon (And maybe Monty if he doesn't fall into a deep depression) will hunt down Lunar with the Astrals while Sun falls back into his deep depression and this may lead to Dark Sun offering Sun some kinda deal but who knows. Lunar will either be pushed into the hands of Rez and Cetus or will deny them and go into hiding or fight against them like some kind of Rouge star!Lunar.

4. Earth will be fine in like a day or two.

So, remember how Monty said he would go and remake that small red box that F.C. has in his chest and use it to protect them from all the dark star power entities... well, that box can absorb negative star power, and he'll use it on Earth and instantly heal her. (Or the Astrals will purify Earth's body, and she will be fine)

But even though she'll be healed, mentally, she'll be scarred. She almost got killed by one brother, and now she almost got killed again by another one of her brothers. She would be DONE!

She tried to be nice, she tried to be friendly and do the right thing but here we are! She would either leave and stay with Monty forever and rarely visit them or Alternatively leave and go on vacation to get away from them all but her dad will probably come and kidnap her or convince her to come back with him cause she just got backstabbed again by another family member! Whether she'd go with him or tell him to get lost and get kidnapped I don't know? We'll have to see.

Lunar predictions

1. Lunar will go into hiding, i.e... skip town(leave this dimension)

Lunar having just injured the person who cared about him the most and helped him get back on the right track mentally in the very first episode of LAES, Lunar now being hunted by The Astrals, The Dark Astrals, having ruined his relationship with his sister and Gemini he will leave this dimension and go to Eclipse and Puppet's dimension and Lunar will be forced to confront his hatred on Eclipse and the two will probably fight for a bit before coming to some kinda of closure probably with Eclipse apologizing for all the abuse he put Lunar through and Lunar will finally be able to move on and accept what happen and be able to continue his positive training and hopefully make amens with everyone... (If Earth isn't dead)

2. Lunar will become a Dark Astral (reluctantly)

These powers were meant to help Lunar, and now they just hurt his sister! Lunar will be done with all this star power poo and Dark star power poo! But Rez will show up and convince Lunar he's already messed up so much and Earth and the others will probably never want to see him ever again and Lunar at his lowest will believe him and leave to become Dark!Lunar (Think Anikian Skywalker and Emperor Palpatine sort of deal) and it will take maybe months before Lunar sees them all again and he'll be (reluctantly) evil and will be all sad and bad until someone (Maybe Earth, Gemini, or Eclipse) will convince Lunar to come back to the side of light and Lunar will betray Rez and help take him and Cetus down!

3. Lunar will go into hiding... with Gemini!

Turuas is now coming to kill Lunar cause he will see Lunar as a threat (fair, sadly). Gemini will probably try to smooth things over, but Turuas won't listen, and Lunar and Turuas will fight, Turuas will try to kill Lunar, and right before he does Gemini will step in and save him. The two would go into hiding to avoid The Astrals and The Dark Astrals. Now, don't think Gemini will do this out of love they're doing this to save him. Any love for him is out the window! They're only doing this cause they want to save Lunar and try to understand why he did. Not cause they love him! That's out the window right now!

Lunar and Gemini will work together to figure things out and hopefully help Earth (if she's corrupted or dead, and they'll try to purify her or resurrect her.) And try to defeat Cetus, Rez and try to protect themselves (and maybe Earth) from the Astrals.

That's all I think could happen. Let me know what you all think/what you think will happen, but no matter what happens...

It's gonna be a very very sad Thanksgiving and Christmas this year.

Lunar and Earth's relationship may never be the same.

Kat, Davis, Reed, please... DO NOT KILL EARTH!

I WILL BE SO SAD IF YOU DO!

[mirensiart]

Look, I truly do realize it’s frustrating to be asked the same thing over and over again, but sometimes when looking through a blog to see if something’s been answered, you skip over where it’s been answered, or you don’t quite understand so you ask a similar but different question in hopes of elaboration or for it to make more sense. Yes, sometimes it’s just people not bothering to read the pinned post, but other times it’s an ask for clarification.

Also, when someone asks you what something is, it’s not necessarily them being too lazy to figure it out themselves, it’s often them wanting to initiate a sort of conversation, they want to know what YOU think of something. What is lu? Is it a super cool comic that you like because of the dynamics shown? What is it to YOU? That is what people are asking.

I’m not any of the people to whom you have given the ‘look it up/it’s already been answered’ responses to, but almost every time you say it has more and more felt like a slap in the face and a ‘you’re stupid for asking’.

I want to engage and interact with your content, but the way you respond makes me feel like I have to quadruple check things to make sure it’s not going to get a negative response. Maybe I’m just sensitive, and you’ll just get upset with me (I’m certainly used to it irl), but I feel like it’s important to tell people when they’re coming off as mean and don’t seem to realize it.

I don’t want this to ruin your day or anything, and I truly enjoy your work and think you’re a great artist.

Ok so, I understand where you’re coming from but a couple of things to take into consideration:

1. It’s all about the tone and the way people ask the thing. Some people just come out as entitled and rude, at least to me, which is why it irks me and bothers me. There’s been people who have asked things I’ve answered before, hell the very same question about what linked universe is, I’ve replied to it before with no problems because the person who asked was nice! I do understand not looking at the entire blog for an answer. Another example is the mipha’s grace question, I have gotten it a ton but there are twists to it, some people add interesting details or questions, I don’t mind that at all. It’s when people just come at me with an entitled tone that I don’t like. Maybe I come off as rude myself because tone is so hard to read over text, but I try to be as nice as I can regarding my own circumstances

2. I am doing all of this for free. I have a job and a pretty awful personal life right now lol I create content and I share it with you all and I engage with everyone during my limited free time. I don’t have to reply to everyone, that is true, but I do and I try to as much as I can. I encourage people to send me asks actually since it’s thanks to this that I’ve been able to come out with more ideas for the content I’m making, but sometimes it is too much. I do apologize if I come off rude some days, again I don’t share my personal life online, but I’ve been dealing with the loss of 2 close family members that I lost in a short period of time, so I have bad days. Again it’s not an excuse, and I apologize again for coming off rude, it’s not my intention and sometimes the constant pressure of engaging with people and my own personal problems gets to me. And you guys shouldn’t pay for it.

3. English is not my first language, and i do get meaning and tone mixed up A LOT. I’ve had problems with it before, and I’ve had misunderstandings online cause I took something said to me wrong because of different meanings and ways to say things in Spanish . I’ve come off super rude to people when I’m not trying to cause that phrase or tone is said differently in Spanish and the same has happened vice versa, aka I misunderstand people in English cause some ways to say things come off as super rude here. Again, not an excuse, but it is a problem I’ve been dealing with for a while. I do strive to do better and to learn the language better. So I suppose I can only promise to try harder next time.

All in all, I will be more careful with my tone and my replies from now on, I really don’t want to offend anyone or cause a misunderstanding. I appreciate you telling me though, it helps to remind me that I need to separate my personal life from my online presence, and just not reply to people when I’m not having a good day, since I am more prone to be annoyed that way.

I do hope you have a good day (or night) and I thank you whole heartedly for the honesty. And you’re not sensitive at all anon, I was rude, i appreciate you telling me that. And please don’t feel as if you can’t engage with me, I really want this to be a fun space for everyone, so I’ll try extra hard to make this all a better and safer space for everyone.

[everybodylovedcontractors]

Someone Else's Sweetheart

Pairing: Jackson Era Joel Miller x Jackson Era Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Words Count: 1,300

Summary: You're Joel Miller's Sweetheart Or Are You?

Warnings: Some angst, fluff and smut.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

DING.  The oven alarm went off, right on time.  You kept the barbecue chicken broiling for dinner.  A thump at your front door lets you know that Joel was home after working all day.  He took off his boots and sat on the couch.  You grab some ice water and bring it to him.  

"How was your day, honey?" you ask, handing him the beverage. 

"Long and hard, like usual." he says.  

"Aw, honey.  Well, I'm just so glad you're home."  You sit down next to him and smile.  Even though he is beat, he looks so handsome.  His grayish brown hair is all tussled, his skin glistening with sweat, his muscles protruding from his shirt.  You put your hand on his knee and move it slowly, ever so slowly up his thigh.  

"You know I can think so something else long and hard..." you say.  

"Darlin', not now.  I just got home, and Tommy's coming over for dinner, remember?"  he says. 

Ah, yes.  The elusive younger brother.   No, he really wasn't that bad, but it had been weeks since you and Joel made love.  You sigh and smile softly.  

"Of course, honey.  Why don't you take a shower, and I will finish getting dinner ready.”  You place a soft peck on his lips.  

It was a normal Tuesday night.  You have just had your boyfriend Joel's little brother Tommy over for dinner.   They sat on the couch, ice-cold beers in their hands reminiscing about the past.  You have been with Joel for about a year now.  You were familiar with each other, but there was a darkness inside of him, which caused him to never quite open up.  He had been through so much.   However, you hoped that after so long, he would begin to trust you more.  

You loved him.  But his mind always seemed elsewhere.  When you first met him, he was more attentive.  He even took you out on a date twice a week.  But now that you have been together for a while, and living together, he barely paid any attention to you.  

You walk into the room and ask them one last time if they need anything.   Joel shakes his head and continues talking about the past.  But then you feel a hand on your arm.  Real physical touch.  A spark runs up your skin, causing you to shiver.  

"No, thank you, ma'am.  By the way, I just wanted to tell you that dinner was delicious." says Tommy.  

You look down into his beautiful dark eyes and smile with a hint of blush in your cheeks.   "Thank you, Tommy.  It's nice to get compliments every once in a while.  Joel, you could take notes from your brother."

Joel just laughs off your verbal jab.  "Well, I'm going to take a bath and then head to bed.  Goodnight, boys." you say.   You excuse yourself and head up to the bathroom.  You strip off your clothes and run the water stepping into the warm soapy bubbles to relax.  But all you can think about was one thing.    You secretly think of someone else touching your skin as you caress it...  someone other than your boyfriend.  You know it's wrong, but you can't help it.  It just feels so right. 

Tommy has always admired his brother's girlfriend from afar.   He had been growing fond of her ever since he and Maria split.   He loved the way she carried herself, her dimples when she smiled, her joyful laugh and the curves of her body.   He knew nothing could ever come of it.  But the temptation of the night, the inhibition of the alcohol... tonight, something was different.  He swore he could hear that water running, like a siren beckoning him.  He heads upstairs to go to the bathroom.

You hear the door opening slowly.  "Joel?" You ask. 

"Real sorry, ma'am."  said the man with big brown eyes and long jet-black curly hair. 

It was Tommy.   

"Tommy, you're not supposed to be here." You say in mock protest covering up your private bits the bubbles do not cover. 

"I had to go to the bathroom.   Okay.  I can't lie.   I... I know, it’s wrong, darlin'.  My head is telling me to leave, but my heart... my body is tellin' me otherwise."  says Tommy.

"You should go... Joel is downstairs."  But you don't want him to. 

"Goddamn, you're gorgeous."   He turns back, trying to walk away.  But he can't.  He looks at you, your hair partly wet, the bubbles barely covering your skin.  He swallows hard.  "Tell me to leave again, darlin."

"Leave..." you say softly, your voice trailing off.  

"Gonna have to do better than that."  He drawls.  He turns around to face you, taking off his shirt now, one button at a time.  Unlike Joel, he is ripped.  His chest chiseled.   Washboard abdominal muscles peek through his flannel, and your mouth salivates.   He lets his shirt fall to the floor.  He steps even closer.   You see him unbuckle that shiny silver Texas belt buckle, and you almost moan wondering what's underneath.  "That's what I thought.   You want this too, don't you, sweetheart?" he asks.

"Even if I do... it's wrong."  You say biting your lip.  You can feel your body growing warmer and not because of the hot water.  

He unbuttons his jeans, which were always a little too tight, and brings them down.   You look at the tent beneath his boxer briefs, and your eyes roll back in your head.  Fuck, he's big.  Something the Miller brothers have in common.   But unlike his brother, whose mind has been elsewhere, he's hard as a rock.

"Let me give you something my brother can't."   He says. 

"How did you know," you ask?

"Joel told me.  It happens to older men, and his mind has been preoccupied.  I couldn't help thinkin' that someone as beautiful as you, should be fucked good like you deserve.  In fact, it's all I been thinkin' 'bout all night."  He says as he kneels next to the tub.   His hand dipped slowly into the water.

You should tell him to leave again.   You should.  But you can't.  You do want this.  You want this just as much as he does, maybe even more.   

He takes that as a sign and takes off the last remaining pieces of clothing, until he is fully nude.   His cock springing free.  He puts one foot in the water, then the other.  He's kneeling over you.   His tall frame hovering above you.  His hands on either side of you, he looks down at you and into your eyes.   You feel him leaning closer and closer until your mouths come crashing into each other in a fiery kiss.  

You moan into his mouth.   He grabs your slick thighs and pushes your legs apart.   You spread them with ease and put one foot on each ledge of the tub.   You feel the tip of his cock beg for your entrance.  He slides in inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size.  He begins to thrust into you slowly at first, taking his time.   His hands move over your body, exploring every bit of your skin.  

"I've wanted you so long, babygirl."    He moans and begins to gently pick up the pace, the water between you splashing over the sides of the tub.  You trace his back muscles with your fingernails, he feels incredible inside you.  You move together in unison.  Over and over until you reach your climax.

Your orgasm hits you like a title wave, your walls clenching around his member.  Your nails dig into his skin as you scream into his shoulder, trying to muffle your cries so Joel does not hear you.  And then Tommy spills deep inside you with a deep, guttural moan.  He collapses against you, gasping for air.  You sit in the water, and he pulls you up, so you are resting on top of him, playing with your wet tendrils of hair.  

"That was incredible, sweetheart."  he says. 

It was.  But now what?

[decepti-thots]

Ultra Magnus for the headcanon asks, please!

Headcanon A: realistic

I think that while the existence of the Magnus armour stuff is officially only known by a very tiny number of people in Autobot high command, it's not nearly as unknown in an unofficial sense as one might assume, and a not insignificant number of people with some amount of security clearance and/or regular interaction with Magnus know about it and gossip. Obviously we have two concrete canon bits of proof for this (Bumblebee shouldn't know, but was told by at least one Magnus armour wearer, and Ratchet guessed despite never being told), but I think it's gotta be something that over the years has spread enough that it's a little bit of an open secret tbqh. The guy keeps dying and then popping back up with a noticeably different personality. Any medic treating him has the same opportunities as Ratchet to notice. They're robots where the concept of a loadbearer is a clearly known possibility and the propaganda possibility is not that hard to infer! I feel like the number of people who guessed that something was up cannot be anything close to zero, or even just a couple higher ups. Like. It's been gossiped about. You know.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Due to spending two years in direct collaboration with Verity, he has a baffling knowledge of the very specific segment of Earth pop culture that appeals to a teenage girl from the USA in like the late 00s/early 10s. Specifically a rebellious nerdy one. He legitimately knows more about it than he ever knew about Cybertronian popular culture. This never comes up until he offhandedly mentions some random thing within earshot of Swerve that is so incongruous it causes him to mentally bluescreen. How the fuck do you know about that Magnus. What the hell.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Magnus is going to carry the guilt of dismissing Rewind's insistence Dominus was somehow alive the whole time with him for the rest of his life. The realization that Rewind was right but they confirmed it too late for him to do anything about it until the very second it was too late, in a time and place where Magnus was present and might have been able to make a split second decision that helped if only he was there, must be such a fucking thing for him. Let alone that as Ultra Magnus, if he had believed like Rewind did, he'd have possibly had the resources to get answers much, much earlier, if he'd tried.

Realistically, he had every reason to assume Dominus was dead. Rewind was being unreasonably optimistic, especially when the comic implies that Minimus was cut off from the literal sparkbond they had in a way that in any other situation would be definitive proof Dominus was dead. But he wasn't! And he missed every chance to intervene by like, the tiniest margin. You have to assume that on some level he's got some fucked up feelings about that.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own

I know Roberts said he thinks that Megatron becoming an Autobot without all the code-test stuff that Tailgate went through wasn't an issue because realistically, Megatron would know it back to front. I don't even disagree with him, I absolutely believe that he would, it makes sense. But it's objectively too fucking funny to imagine Magnus putting Megatron through the 'you WILL listen to my three hour lecture on the syntax of this one sentence being Extremely Legally Important' gauntlet and I simply choose to believe this did happen but off-panel and Magnus absolutely kicked his ass about it in terms of sheer Knowing His Shit about it. Way too funny to pass up tbh. Megatron thought he knew and understood it very well (and to be fair: he did, compared to every not-Magnus person), but he got grilled. Magnus quite enjoyed rebutting every single interpretation Megatron had by way of ludicrous pedantry.

[staylovesmiley]

Going Dumb~ Chapter 10

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

Chaos, that’s what it felt like at that given moment.

The morning had started early with your alarm going off way before that of the members. You dressed simply, going out to get the boys all their usual cafe orders before returning and waking each of them yourself leaving their respective orders behind as you moved from room to room. Once everyone was up and ready you all moved to the suite booked for the members to get ready in.

Camera were everywhere, stylists and makeup artists working on each of the boys diligently so that everything would look perfect for their met gala debut. You were left rushing around checking on the members as they sat in the makeup artists chairs or as the stylists were dressing them and putting on the finishing touches to their suits.

It wasn’t until everyone was dressed and hair and makeup complete, posing in the small set up the photographer had made in the room that you felt yourself calm down even slightly. Though you all wore scent blockers for the event, thus preventing any of you from scenting each other, you still could feel the calming sensation the pack brought you just by being in close proximity to them.

You were in complete awe of them as they were being posed by the photographer, looking like naturals causing you to think that if someone were to tell you there were models and not idols, you would believe them with no questions.

As the camera man finished up and there was a moment of calm before they had to leave for the gala, you saw a certain beta with his gaze cast out the window and his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Minnie?” You spoke softly, making your way over and placing a hand on his shoulder careful not to startle him out of his thoughts. “Hm? Oh- hey Bunny…”

His eyes still held that far away look though he gave you a faint smile. “What’s wrong, puppy?” You said, voice soft as you gave his shoulder a little squeeze before moving to take his hands into your own.

Your fingers smoothed over his knuckles slowly, coaxing him into relaxing his hands so you could intertwine his fingers with your own.

“Just nervous I guess…what if I trip? What if I do something stupid? Last time I went to one of these things I became a meme-“ There was a slight whine to his tone at the last point he made causing you to giggle at the mental imagery. “Im sure everything will be fine, Minnie. You aren’t alone this time, we are all here with you.”

Thankfully your words seemed to bring him some comfort, the beta pulling you closer by your joined hands to wrap you into a warm embrace. “That does make me feel a little better- thank you.” You let out another string of giggles as you tried to pull back from his arms. “Careful! I don’t wanna ruin your suit before we even leave-“ Seungmin scoffed, but reluctantly let go. “You aren’t going to ruin it with a hug.” He said under his breath as you carefully smoothed out the front of his suit with the palms of your hands.

It wasn’t much later before you were all being ushered outside and into the vans that would take them to the event. Originally you had planned to ride with the staff in a smaller car following the members to the venue but the pack disagreed, Chan quickly pulling you into the large vehicle and into the seat beside him. “Chan I-“ the leader simply gave you a cheesy, dimpled smile before gently pealing the edges of your scent blockers up. “Just for the ride there?”

Watching him carefully pull away his own blockers, you could smell how anxious he was. The alpha was normally not one to ask for such comfort on his own so the fact he was being so forward about wanting to scent you let you know just how on edge he really was before the blocker had even been removed. “Yeah that’s fine, Channie…” Your words seemed to trail off as the older snuggled into your side, his muscular frame melting into your much softer one as his nose gently rubbed against the skin of your neck and behind your ear.

The ride was short, and the sounds of the crowds outside filled the van as you slowly pulled yourself away from the leader as he let out a soft sound of disapproval. “We’re here, Chan- gotta put our blockers back on before we go out, yeah?” With a sigh, Chan nodded and carefully reapplied the both of your blockers before sitting up and addressing everyone. “Alright kids, this is a big evening for us.” He started off, looking over each of the members as he spoke. “I need everyone to be on their best behavior, please.” He chuckled at the last part of his sentence, failing in trying to be stern as the boys let out a chorus of agreements.

The pack slowly rose and started to head for the door of the bus, Minho stopping in front of you with a sad pout on his face. “I wish you could walk the carpet with us…it’s so unfair.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the alpha before giving him a look of reassurance. “I’ll be okay, Min. Besides- I’ll be right inside when you guys get there waiting for you.”

This seemed to cheer him up slightly as he gave a short nod, fighting a smile as he made his way to the door behind Changbin and Felix. You yourself waited until they had all exited before the bus took you a little ways down and to where the other managers and assistants would be entering the venue.

It was a bit nerve wracking to be at such a large event without one of the kids at your side. You were quick to find their managers, tapping one on the back hesitantly only to be met with a bright smile once they turned around. “There you are, Bunny! We were waiting for you before heading in.” You beamed, thankful that they had thought of you before following the small group inside.

The entrance for management teams happened to be right behind the rows upon rows of paparazzi desperately trying to get a shot of each celebrity as they made their way down the luxurious staircase that was so iconic to the met. The floral arrangements lining the carpet were breathtaking, and any glimpse you caught through the sea of bodies caused your eyes to widen at just how all out the event coordinators had gone for the decorations.

With so many people making their way inside, the line was backed up enough that you had time to see as the boys entered. Your eyes must have lit up as you saw them because their managers behind you began to mutter silent teases to you about how smitten you seemed with the pack. “Oh hush- it’s not anything like that…they are just- I’m so proud of them.” You mumbled the last part, shaking your head as if to take yourself out of the trance the members had seemed to lock you in.

As you were about to start moving forward was when you heard it. The photographers had been shouting non stop to every person who passed them, stopping momentarily for the cameras to snap away while they posed elegantly in the masterpieces they wore for the event. When it was the boys, however, the energy seemed to shift and the paparazzi seemed to get agitated with how stoic they were. Derogatory comments flooded your ears and caused your stomach to drop, head whipping in the direction of the loudest photographer as he continued to badger your pack.

With each passive aggressive comment, every jab at their supposed lack of expression, it stung like a slap to the face and caused anger to boil inside you. “I need to get to them.” You said, urgency in your voice as you turned to try and push your way through the crowd of management teams for different celebs in attendance. “Woah woah- let’s take a deep breath, yeah?” One of the boys managers, a beta who had been working with them since predebut, gently took hold of your wrist before pulling you back towards them. “There isn’t any reason to rush inside now. They have to walk the whole staircase and do interviews at the top before they even get inside. We have time.” You looked at the older male, worry evident in your eyes that only turned to bitter distain as you heard one of the camera men utter some nasty comment about how to say something in Korean.

“Let it go, Bunny.” The beta gave you a soft, pleasing look that caused you to deflate a bit. “Okay…let’s just- can we try and get away from them at least? I don’t wanna hear anymore of this…” the manager sighed, nodding as he motioned to the other two managers to try and see if there was any way to get further away from the line of paparazzi.

Once you finally made it into the actual event you were on alert, eyes scanning the crowds quickly for glimpses of your pack. Without being able to smell their scents due to the blockers you all wore it left you with a sense of unease and urgency. It wasn’t until your eyes spotted Felix in his white suit that you began to relax even a little. “Lix!” You shouted as quietly as you could as to not cause too much of a scene while still attempting to get the blonde’s attention.

Thankfully he had heard you, head turning until the two of you locked eyes. “Bunny! There you are- we were just talking about a game plan for how to find you.” He spoke, voice low and comforting as he approached you in only a few strides before enveloping you in a tight embrace. “It wasn’t too much trouble getting in, yeah?” His brown doe eyes looked down at you, a soft smile playing at his lips as he pulled back to look you over. “I’m okay- how was it walking up all those stairs?” You tried to tease a little, attempting to sound light hearted and not bring up the demeaning comments made towards them earlier.

The alpha shrugged, scoffing a bit as he teased back. “No biggie for me, but I think I heard Minho’s knees clicking the whole way up.” At the mention of his name the older alpha slinked his way up behind Felix and tried to make himself look intimidating though at the sound of your laughter he immediately softened. “So glad I can amuse you.” He said with a pout, coming up to pull you close to his side. “As compensation I am claiming you as my official date for this evening.” At his proclamation the other seven men’s attention fell fully on the two of you. “Like hell-“

Seungmin started to argue but was quickly silenced by a stern look from their leader. “Not tonight, please. He’s just Messing with you.” Chan said as he motioned for the nine of you and their three managers to head further inside to find their table. “They can think that all they want, but I was serious.” Minho huffed, a small smirk playing at his lips and turning the corners of his mouth up like a smug cat. “And what if I decline?” You teased, poking his side lightly though you allowed him to lead you inside. “I would be devastated, but would respect your wishes.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the pout he then wore, looking around quickly to make sure there were no cameras before giving his cheek a quick kiss. “Then I accept.”

A blush crept up his neck and to his cheeks, coughing into the back of his elbow to try and play off his flushed state as he lead you to the groups table. Seungmin made a face seeing you at Minho’s side but kept whatever thoughts he had on the matter to himself as he allowed Felix to hand him a drink of whatever the alpha had been pouring for everyone. “Should I be sitting here with you guys? Shouldn’t I be with the rest of the staff at their table?” You looked over to Chan, worried that you might get them in trouble by being there.

The leader shook his head, smiling as he took a swig of his own drink. “You’re part of our pack, I think it would be strange if you weren’t with us.” His words seemed to calm your nerves as you relaxed into your seat. “If anyone says anything about it they can take it up with us.” Minho said with a smirk as he too sipped at the drink in his hands before motioning for Felix to pour one for you.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking and talking with the members, enjoying the performances and pushing the negative thoughts from earlier away. Everything was going smoothly until it was time to head back to the hotel.

Even though you had to walk with the managers back through the staff exit, Minho stuck by your side as he protested that as your date it was his duty to make sure you made it out safely. “You really didn’t have to come with- it’s not like I’d be walking alone.” You laughed, your laced fingers swinging between the two of you slowly. As you got closer to the exit you heard the familiar sound of camera shutters going off causing you to flinch and turn in the direction it came from.

“Well what do you know the statues can emote after all! Is this your girl, Mr Stray Kids?” Came the teasing sound of the paparazzi as the continued to snap pictures of you and Minho. You were quick to drop his hand looking to him to see him clenching his jaw as he looked towards the managers for help. “Hey come on why don’t you give us a kiss, yeah? With feeling!” Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes as the managers approached the photographer to try and get him to stop. When the two of you didn’t react to his words the man pressed on. “Oh sorry do you not speak English?” He then laughed and continued to ignore the managers attempting to block the shots he took.

A growl rumbled low in Minho’s chest as he tried to continue walking towards the exit with you in tow. The photographer kept pushing, somehow getting past the managers and grabbing ahold of Minho’s shoulder to try and pull him back.

In an instant you whipped around, your fist connecting with the man’s face before you could even process what you were doing. Minho’s face was pure shock as the photographer held his face. “What the fuck bitch- what, pretty boy can’t protect himself? Needs his bitch to fight his fights for him?” At the insult to the alpha added fuel to the fire burning behind your eyes you pounced, punching the paparazzi in the face repeatedly. You were seeing red as your fist continually made contact with his jaw. At one point the force of the contact caused bloodied spit to splatter across your face before you lifted your hand and left a rather large scratch down the left side of his face from his temple to the lower part of his cheek. It wasn’t until suddenly you were being lifted off of him and drug back to the exit did you seem to snap back to reality.

As you looked up you saw the man holding his bloody nose with bruises already appearing on his jaw and cheek. Minho was following in front of you with an unreadable expression as one of the managers pulled you out of the building and to the car.

The ride was silent, Minho typing away on his phone furiously as a full ache settled in your knuckles. “Min-“ you said just above a whisper, not daring to look up from your lap. “Later, Bunny.” He said, voice tight as he continued typing.

Once at the hotel, Minho got out and lead you up to Chan’s room. The closer you got the closer you felt your chest tighten and a sense of dread wash over you. You knew you had fucked up, that you should have ignored the man and continued on but you couldn’t take hearing him insult someone you cared for like that.

After Minho gave a few short knocks to the door it swung open to reveal Chan’s stern and disapproving gaze. Deep brown eyes peered over the second oldest Alpha’s shoulder and seemed to bore into your soul before he stepped aside to allow you both access into the room.

Once inside the room you made your way to the center where a small sofa, an armchair, and coffee table were situated to make a somewhat cozy space in the relatively barren hotel room. On the couch sat Changbin and Hyunjin with Han curled up in the arm chair with his knees pulled up to his chest and round boba eyes full of concern staring you down.

Minho and Chan shared a few hushed words by the door before the younger of the two came to sit beside Hyunjin and the leader made his way over to you, arms crossing over his broad chest as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek with annoyance clear on his face. “I just wanna know what the actual fuck was going through your head to make you think that beating up a photographer, in public mind you, was okay.” The venom in his voice stung almost as bad at the bruises already forming on your knuckles. “I-“ you started, the words dying in your throat as his chin tilted up slightly with his gaze cast down on you expectantly. “I wasn’t thinking…”

The alpha scoffed, head turning to the side before he turned back to staring you down. “Thats exactly what I thought. Do you realize how reckless you were? Every action you make reflects back onto us whether you mean for it to or not. And the fact that Minho was with you makes it even worse.” You shook your head, feeling the need to defend your actions. “You weren’t there, Chan. The things he was saying- I couldn’t just stand there and take it.”

Chan’s jaw clenched visibly as he shot a glare at you. “That’s why you walk away! All you had to do was ignore him and walk away.” His voice rose, a growl laced in his tone as his eyes practically glowed with anger. “You had the choice to leave and you chose wrong.” The malice that dripped from his tone caused you to flinch, though you didn’t back down. “He was insulting Minho, and that wasn’t the first time either! I heard what he and the others were saying when you guys were walking in, Chan! It was disgusting and he deserved every bit of what he got.” Shooting a glare back at the alpha as you felt the anger from what had happened earlier bubbling back up inside you.

As the two of you stared each other down, you with fists clenched at your sides and he with his arms still crossed the room fell silent for a moment and it seemed like everyone was holding their breath. Slowly, Chan stepped closer to you, brows furrowed to show his anger though he didn’t speak til you were no more than a foot apart from each other. “I am your leader now just as much as I am theirs. If you aren’t going to listen to me on matters as important as this than maybe-“ Minho stood up, sensing what was coming and not liking it one bit. “Hyung.” He said in warning, stepping towards the two of you but you took a step closer to Chan before he could stop you. “Maybe what?” You asked, anger still laced in your voice though your body already began to shake with the fear of what he might say.

“Maybe I made a mistake letting you join the pack.”

Before the words even finished leaving his mouth he regretted them, the flash of pain across your face enough to make him feel sick to his stomach. “Chan!” Minho shouted, Changbin now also out of his seat as he was quick to place a hand gently on your shoulder. Tears welled in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat that you struggled to swallow down. “What?” You spoke softly, voice quiet and strained as a single tear slipped down your cheek. “Bunny, you don’t understand how serious this is.” Chan said, voice still stern though he seemed to have lost all heat behind his words as he saw how shaken you were. “You- you think I was a mistake?” You stuttered, body shaking uncontrollably as you began to sob.

You felt as if the room was closing in around you and your chest was caving in as you struggled to catch your breath between choked cries. “Bunny-“ Han spoke up finally, moving to your other side to pull you into his arms but you shook him off. “Don’t touch me!” You all but screamed, starting to hyperventilate as the alphas words rung in your ears like an alarm. “Please, Bunny- Chan didn’t mean it-“ Hyunjin tried to reason with you, now standing as well with a look of panic on his features. “Yes he did! He did- this isn’t the first time he said it either! I don’t belong here I don’t belong with any of you- you don’t want me.” You sobbed, arms wrapping around your torso as you struggled to calm yourself.

The five alphas watched with wide eyes, unsure what to do until suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Hyung’s is everything okay? Lix said he heard screaming and-“ Jeongin pushed the door to the adjoining room and peeked his head around the corner to see what all the commotion was, oblivious to anything that had gone on both as you had been leaving the met as well as what had transpired in the leaders room thus far. “We’re fine, innie. Sorry if we woke you up.” Came your suddenly calm voice causing the older men to whip their heads back to you. Though there were still traces of tears on your face no emotion could be found there. You looked at the youngest with a soft, reassuring smile though no light was behind your eyes. Han gave Minho a worried glance as you made your way to Jeongin to give his head a pat.

The maknae stared in shock as he took in your appearance, with tear stained cheeks and a spattering of blood still evident on your face from your earlier fight with the paparazzi. “Um, okay- I’ll uh…I’ll walk you back to your room, yeah?” His words were just above a whisper as he took your hand and pulled you into his room. He spared a glance behind him towards his hyung’s before gently closing the door behind him with you safely in his room.

Once you were stood outside the door to your own room, Jeongin looked hesitant to leave you. “You sure you don’t want me to come in with you, noona?” He said softly, looking over your appearance carefully as you shook your head at him. “I’ll be okay, innie. Goodnight.” You swiped the keycard and pushed the door open, the soft click of it closing in place after you were safely inside echoing in your mind with the silence of the empty room. You stood there with your forehead pressed against the cool metal of the door for a moment as the events of the night reeled in your mind. “Bunny-“ Seungmin sounded almost frantic as he knocked at the door, the vibrations against your head causing you to pull away so fast it made your head spin.

Reluctantly you pulled the door open to a panicked beta, his scent now filling your senses fromhis freshly showered form with water still dripping from the ends of his hair to land on the soft fabric of his sleep shirt. “Minnie?” Your voice was soft, fragile as he pushed his way into the room and closed the door behind him. “I heard what happened, are you okay?” His eyes scanned your body as he took your hands into his own. “Aish- come on.” He said once he saw the bloodied state of your knuckles and the blood still spattered faintly across your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The beta was gentle as he ran you a bath and left you to clean up, waiting until you returned to the room to carefully bandage your hands. As you stood between his legs where he sat on the edge of the bed, focus on the task at hand, you felt as fresh tears began to slide down your cheeks. “I’m sorry Minnie…” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder. “Stop that. You don’t need to apologize for standing up for us. I’m sorry you were put in that position.” He huffed, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles that seemed to break the dam holding back your tears as you broke down in his arms.

Seungmin held you close to his chest, your body curled against him as it shook with your cries. The beta simply rubbed your back in soothing circles as he allowed you to get out all of the sadness you were feeling. “P-Please don’t leave me-“ you managed to choke out, breaking his heart at the desperation and vulnerability in your voice. “Never.” He said firmly, causing another sob to wrack your frame as he held you tighter to him. That was how you drifted into sleep, held in the singers arms as he repositioned the two of you under the comforter and sheets, making sure to always have at least one arm holding you to him as he did so. His anger towards his elders could be dealt with at a later date, for now all that mattered was you and keeping you close and making you feel secure with him even while you didn’t know where you stood with the others.

author’s note: I wanna apologize once more for being so absent lately. I’ve had a lot going on both in my personal life and with the state of this country I just didn’t feel up to writing much of anything but I am finally back!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even if it is a bit angsty- as always I look forward to your feedback~ also please if you have the chance go check out my partner’s story addicted to you it is so good and deserves more hype!!

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[kurczeno]

first of all this person is called leliana's bong and i just think its the most amazing name ive seen. Im serious.

Also, yeah, I also like Fenris (used to hate him in my first run, ngl). He is well-written, his hate makes sense, even if he fails to see reason in the banters especially, his va is fucking great, we know where his prejudice and paranoia comes from obviously. His rivalry romance doesn't really change that much, makes him a little less hateful, but in comparison to the other companions it changes less and makes him more critical? about you? I mean with Merrill and Isa you change their mind about many things, Fenris just stays the way he was, more or less.

Sera's writing is just as good, or maybe even better (imo) considering that shes less unreasonable. Still prejudiced, even if we don't go that deep into her story and why she acts the way she does, she's less hateful, more... reluctant. Still shitty, but you can also remember that she's much younger than the other companions and quite childish, therefore shes still forming her opinions(although, Fenris living his whole life as a slave is, I guess, also young, by some standards). I wont get into Sera rn, bcs i always do it in the craziest way possible (ive already written quite a lot) so Ill just say - shes more "tolerant" (being quite good friends with Dorian, while Fenris can't stand any other mage, being just absolutely awful towards Merrill for example - Sera hates Solas and Vivienne mostly because they are arrogant and because they themselves find her annoying) and she does slightly change her attitude in Trespasser, if you play an elven mage at least (which i always do because im a basic bitch, except my dwarf runs, but then I usually play as a guy so). It doesn't mean she's better, but her getting just so much hate, while I've seen almost none when it comes to Fenris is quite. Interesting.

ALSO ILL NEVER FORGIVE THE WRITERS FOR NOT MAKING HER A MAGE IN THE END. I MEAN THAT WOULD MAKE ALL THIS SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING BUT!!! shes a mage in my book, sorry. its waaay more fun this way. andruil reincarnation? even more hilarious (i personally believe that was their intention at first with Andruil and they just backed off seeing that Sera is quite universally hated)

I could also write a whole comparison between discriminated Sera's internalized racism vs Solas hating the modern elves for what he has actually caused and thinking elves are a superior race while he comes from times when they actually were but I've written enough and let it be known ive bested my adhd alone ez

mfs when fenris says that all mages should be locked up and you're the only one that deserves freedom: oh, hes so cute and sad:(

mfs when sera says shes not exactly fond of magic, but you're one of the good ones:

(for the record, I don't hate Fenris. Not exactly my favourite companion, but he's fairly well-written. It's just that for some reason it was Sera who got all the hate. And he's just as "kind" to the elves as she is, maybe even less so)