#cos like i want these people to be right so fucking badly

[dykedvonte]

I just realized some people are confused about events in the alluded to past in Mouthwashing, particularly about how long the crew has been working together.

The only person who is truly new is Daisuke and it’s why his dynamic with the crew and role in the story is very unique and somewhat distant. Curly didn’t just get Jimmy this job on the Tulpar, he got him the job with the Pony Express. He’s been his copilot for probably a couple of years but still not as long as they’ve been friends. None of them are new with the freight industry, Anya and Swansea especially have been doing this for years, together.

Jimmy is the newest on the regular crew, maybe just a few assignments, but it’s not his first time working with them. I think it’s just something important because this isn’t just one bad mistake that snowballed with giving Jimmy the job. None of them thought Jimmy would do anything, no matter how off-put by him they could’ve been, since he hadn’t done a thing since being there. Generally unpleasantness isn’t a crime and he’d be aware of that.

It was a festering thing and a sort of forced trust they had to give him that he knowingly took advantage of. He was the black sheep and still a wolf under the wool. He expected when he lashed out, that he had been there long enough for it to be looked over completely. Got too comfortable in the space he inserted into and did a lot of damage with his claws when he felt he was going to get shaken out.

[ilkkawhat]

Heya! Hope you’re doing okay ❤️

well, i didn't cry today (and more importantly didn't cry at work in front of everybody) so I'm taking that as a sign that things are getting better...I hope 😅

[pepprs]

beaver gnawing on wood noises

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

the reason i dont talk as much about jjba cecio is bc he is very strongly a piss take of the 'one good pig' because he is the 'one good cop' but hes actually so much worse. hes using a mask of humor and kindness and relate-ability to help aid in murder blackmail wrongful imprisonment and all manner of massive power abuses, but because he does the bare minimum of pretending to be a 'good' person [in the right way] he gets free license to do all that and is seen as sympathetic. so actually hes not worse, hes just an average fucking pig with slight different motivations it doesn't matter if he answers to the police or criminal organizations, because the fucking pigs are their own gang just under the guise of 'upholding the law' and hes betraying his community and ruining peoples lives over and over for power either way

[willieverseetheland]

jingle bells.

spencer reid x fem!reader summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork

fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.

wc: 1.4k

You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.

Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.

Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?

Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?

You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.

"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"

"It's like you read my mind y/n!"

The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.

You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.

You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.

"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."

"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.

People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.

It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?

"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.

"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?

You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.

You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."

Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.

"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.

He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.

As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.

Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.

"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.

You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.

"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.

You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.

"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.

"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.

"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.

"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."

You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.

You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.

"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.

You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.

You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.

"y/n."

"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.

You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.

"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.

You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.

You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.

You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.

"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."

[jasontoddspussy]

hnnng i. i want dick and jay to be dangerously co-dependent

i want dick to realise how fucked up the bats have been treating jason i want him to be obsessed with "making it right" i want jason to be angry and hurt and yet he just wants to be loved so badly he lets dick hurt him but only because its him and if it means dick will stay he can do whatever and dicks hates it he wants jason to hurt *him* because he deserves it and so they keep hurting each other

like. dick snaps and kills joker. dick doesnt regret it, he regrets not doing it sooner and it scares him, he hates himself for doing it but mostly because *he doesn't regret it.* and its against everything he was taught growing up, but he did it and he is *happy about it* he's *relieved* and he doesn't know what to do with himself now

but jasons there.

i wanna ''corrupt'' dickie is what im saying

(people who wanna come onto this post all like 'uhhmmm actualllyyyyy' just. don't. if people can mke fluffy batfam stuff despite how shitty bruce is i can entertain my own aus mkay)

[harrywavycurly]

Secret Rendezvous Part 19: Good Idea

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @emma-munson @aol19 @tlclick73 @prestinalove @kailey-firefly @fromasgardandback @therealgothamguardianfr @peaches-roses-sins @hiscrimsonangel @furiousladyking @angelina16torres-blog @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles @starrywhitenight @mrsjellymunson @witchwolflea @jasminelafleur @ohmeg @comeonatmebruh @missmarch-99 @arthurcerverogf @disassociationdive @123iloveyou456 @perplexing-vex

A/N: This takes place the same day as part 18, and the next part is the last one for this series and I’m sad but I know y’all will love it✨

“Jesus I’ve been looking everywhere for you…why are you out here?” “I was hoping to be alone…what do you need Emerson?” “I need you to tell me why you thought asking her to fucking prom was a good idea when the two of you haven’t talked in-” “Chrissy said I needed to show her I didn’t give a fuck about what other people think about us being together so why wouldn’t I ask her to prom? That’s…what…normal couples do isn’t it? Go to dances and shit?” “Uh yeah Eddie key word there is couples…you two aren’t even friends!” “We are now…we talked about it at lunch today…” “Oh…well that’s….that’s good.” “She hasn’t listened to the tape yet…thinks it was fucking Henry who gave it to her.” “Yeah she’s going to figure it out pretty quickly it wasn’t him…assuming you actually sing the songs right? Or did you just-” “Yes I actually sang the songs I’m not going to half ass this shit…I can’t risk fucking it up again…” “So…you love her don’t you?” “What?” “Oh come on man you asked her to prom with a mixtape of songs you covered yourself…you totally fucking love her.” “Okay…and what if I do?” “Uhm…you should tell her.” “I’ll wait and see how she feels after listening to the tape…did you know she was co Captain of the cheerleading squad?” “Yeah…I saw it on her jacket she wears on game days.” “Oh…I guess I never noticed…” “there’s a lot of shit you don’t notice about her…but If you’re serious about wanting to be in a relationship with her and if you’re in love with her you gotta get better at just…being interested in the things she’s into.” “I know…I uh actually watch her perform sometimes at the games I just don’t sit in the stands.” “That’s not creepy at all…” “fuck off…I just…I’m going to try and be there for more things when…or if…she even wants me there…she could really tell me to go fuck myself and I wouldn’t blame her.” “I doubt she’ll tell you that…but I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses because it was hard watching you fuck this up so badly…” “yeah?” “Yeah it was like watching a car wreck in slow motion…totally brutal.” “Well you could’ve tried to stop it at any point ya know?” “Uh I did try…but you’re so stubborn you just refused my help…but look at you now man…hiding from the girl you’re in love with outside under the bleachers…” “that’s what some people would call progress.” “Exactly….I’ll uh let you have your alone time now but uhm…really don’t let too much time go by before you tell her how you feel okay?” “Yeah I won’t…don’t worry.” “Oh please…you two manage to get into these weird fucking scenarios and all I can do is worry.” “Emerson…get outta here before I kick your ass…” “Right…leaving now…see you later Eddie.”

[existence-is-a-liminal-space]

rant time

This is so disappointing, and the worst part is I have no one to blame but myself. I've always sorta seen the writing on the wall. Hori has always had a really weird track record with his writing; dropping plot points, being purposefully cagy and noncommittal to certain themes etc. However I do think there is a difference between something being an objectively poorly written story and just a story that, while well done, might no be something I personally enjoy (or even a overall fine story with a few flaws). For awhile I thought, like many people that mha was going to be a scathing critique on hero society and Deku & Co. would have to reccon with their places in it: how the hero-villain dichotomy does not help anyone, scapegoats those deemed undesirable, allows heroes to get aways with murder, and perpetuates the complicity of the masses leading them bring about some sort of systemic change with the help of the antagonists . When I realized it wouldn't be that I thought "OK" then it is a story about saving the have-nots and proving why they are going about things the wrong way and offering another solutions while working within society–a bit sanctimonious but sure–they become the greatest heroes because of their compassion and willingness to save. And then when the villains bring up their issues with society their continuously told to shut up or that their wrong with no further elaboration, better yet that they just dealt with what happened to them the wrong way as if was somehow their fault for reacting badly to being treated badly and given no real recourse. And then the All For One reveal happened. And god. the last minute reveal (right before he's 'killed') that all of Shigaraki's family issues and quirk were the direct result of AFO? It's a really nice way to further invalidate all the criticisms he's ever made now that nearly everything bad that's ever happened in his life was because of some really bad guy, doubling down on making everything an individual problem rather then a social one–because that way you don't have to challenge your characters core ideologies right? or think of actual solutions? And that's where I feel like MHA crosses into being an objectively poorly written story overall; to establish all these issues and themes and back out on them at the last minute for a simple solution.

I have to ask: What the fuck is going to change? Stories set in a fantastical world usually have something to actually fucking comment on in that world. We are shown explicit issues in the world of mha What has been deconstructed about the world of MHA? After all of this, what have any of these so called greatest heroes done to make an actual, tangible difference in the world they live in? The end of MHA is shaping up to be just a continuation of the same cycle it the begins with, all of it's issues going unaddressed or swept under the rug. People want to say that MHA doesn't need to address those things, that it's just a story about hope and redemption, where is the hope and redemption in killing off the people shown to be the most victimized by society? If it is a story about true heroism being intrinsically linked to saving then what does it say that some people just can't be saved, that are 'too far gone' that have to be fucking mercy killed.

In conclusion, the LOV deserved to be in a story which actually lived up to what it promised.

[popcornforone]

Handy

A Dave York Fic

Day 17 of Pedrotober (Arm Sling Prompt)

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You wait half of Pedrotober for a Dave Fic & you get 2 in 4 days. Thank you all for the love of the first one by the way. Every time I’ve picked up my phone it’s said someone has liked & reblogged it. It really means the world. Also Dave the only one other than Ezra who we might find in an arm sling.

Synopsis:- Daves most recent injury from a mission isn’t one you can resolve, without going to hospital.

Word count:- 1250

Warnings over & above:- oral sex (female receiving) fingering, rule breaking, injury detail, meds, swearing & as always DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Cos he’s a menace & controlling

Thanks as always for the read peoples. Hope you are loving this & thats @norththelemon & @alyssamariag for the prompts.

You’re sat in the emergency room waiting for ages. He hates it when you force him to do this. He’s usually certain you can resolve any medical issue he has. But when his shoulder wouldn’t pop back into its socket at all, you had to get some trained medical help for him. It was easy to explain that he “fell through the fence”, it would match the scars on that side of the fence that you’d badly sorted out as he sat there groaning about his shoulder. Looked like you’d done your wife duty for your husband patching him up. But the shoulder wouldn’t go. So now Dave is getting the best care available. At least it’s not a bullet that you have to explain. No longer are you squeamish, blood & stiches are now at least a monthly occurrence.

Out he step 5 hours later, your bad stitching redone, his arm in a dark blue sling. A few more bruises have come through but other than that, he’s still your menacingly handsome Dave York.

“Tadah” He states & try’s to stretch but winces, clearly still in some pain. “Good as new”

“Well next time baby if you pop your shoulder out we’re coming straight here.” He raises an eyebrow at you & you quickly cover your tracks. “He plays lots of sports, is very active, usually we can pop dislocations back in.” Dave rolls his eyes, clearly you’ve said too much & a doctor tells you both how many meds he should take for the pain & signs him off work for a week. You can see from the look in Daves eyes that he has no intention in taking them & that he will be back in the office tomorrow, maybe not on a mission but planning the next one. You both know you have stronger medication at home, not that Dave will even take that.

As you unlock the front door about an hour later, Dave pushes you inside quickly & shuts the door behind the two of you, pinning you against the wall. Even with his arm in a sling he’s still so powerful. You’ve never complained about being man handled by him, you like the rough.

“I’m a sports guy huh?” He says with a grin. “I play hard… & rough… I’m active?” You gulp, you know the mood he’s in. Your eyes dilated.

“Yes sir” you whimper, your thighs part slightly. “I only pick the best boys on the team to be mine.”

“Thought you wanted a man?” He kicks your legs apart. “A man who still has needs”

“Well good luck with that, doctor said no physical excursion for 10 days minimum” you chuckle & boop his nose, he knows you are right but he still has wickedness in his eyes.

“There are other ways I can get my desire” he said. His crazy possessive eyes never leaving yours, he takes a deep breath & then his lips meet yours. The tongue went in on the first date & sex happened date three. You were married in a year & cutting out his 5th bullet in 18 months. The man’s always been crazy about you, not one to be held back & the way his tongue takes in every cavity as you panties dampening. You’ve always been crazy about Dave too.

“Fuck Dave” you moan as you catch your breath as he starts leaving little love bits on your neck. You spend more time doing make up on your neck that your face, he just loves that little crook to much. He grabs your arm & pulls you into the lounge with the hand that works. He then sighs as he pushes you away before he drops to his knees.

“I need a reward”

“For being brave”

“No for going to hospital” he growls tugging at your jeans. For a man with only one hand he’s still very good at using just that.

“Doctor said no over doing it Dave…”

“Sit on my face!” It’s a firm command as your jeans reach your ankles. He kisses up both of your legs. Your thighs always tremble. He then shuffles back the perches up in the sofa behind him. “That’s not a request sweetheart” he snarls licking his lips. “I want you to walk towards me in just your panties & then stand on the sofa & let me do my magic” you look excitedly back at Dave. It’s rare he lets you receive oral first. You tug on your red panties as he gets comfortable.

“Yes sir, anything for my big brave broad husband”. You do as he requested naked except for the panties. He rubs his thighs as you walk towards him, seeing his erection get ever bigger. You stand on the sofa & he whimpers.

“I can smell how ready you are, for me baby” he says eyes dilated he’s trying not to droll. “Lower baby” you do as he asks & he slips your red panties to the side. His large nose already nuzzling against your clit. You grip the top of the sofa. “Gonna need your body to do some work baby” he says. You know exactly how you want this to feel so you start to rub your clit against his nose & you moan as your entrance feels every couple of moves his flat tongue against him.

“Fuck Dave”

“Yea baby like that, enjoying it” you moan & gasp. “Take that as a yes.” He’s freed his hand from his sling & you go to protest but as he grabs both your thighs & brings you fully down on his face your whine.

“Oooh fuckerty fuck”

“Yea baby” in his tongue slips. It’s not as far as his cock or even his fingers, but you’re fluttering & tense in all of those sensitive places. You love it when he eats you out.

“Dave oh god Dave yes yes yes more” you then wince. Two fingers slip it side you & his tongue is now souly attending your clit. Your hips rocking, the grip on the back of the sofa turning your knuckles white. The rhythm increasing, your moans getting louder. It’s a good thing you dropped the kids off at your parents before taking Dave to hospital.

“Dave im close fuck I’m gonna cum, oh god oh god yes yes yesss fuckkkkk” you can’t hold on when he adds a final finger. Sloppy noises from his thrusting fill the air & you become a quivering wreck as you cum. Dave sighs. He withdraws his sodden fingers & returns his mouth to your sex. His bad arms your carefully take as that had been the one pleasuring you & you suck his fingers cleans. You know that always makes him happy when you clean up the mess.

“Fuck baby” he says as you slowly lower yourself off him & readjust your underwear & sit on the sofa next to him. “Why do you always taste of heaven down there”

“Cos you are the devil & need a taste of sweetness” you cackle before kissing him.

“Who says we are done tonight?” He replies. “Maybe this Angel needs a taste of hell”

“Well let me at least get you into bed first, then I will suck your cock til you can’t cum anymore”

“Is that a challenge?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see if your up for it Dave”

[harrysmimi]

The Missing Co-writer

Coffee And Pancakes series P10

Synopsis: Harry doesn't feel to hide anymore

CW: Loads of fluff and sliver of a cute little drunkrry.

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Guess what?!

YN got an offer to write along with one of the most genius and know artist of her generation. Harry couldn't be more proud of his fiance!

Well, she took up on the offer just because how much she loved writing music with her Harry. He won Album of the year, for the album they both wrote together. Kinda. But there many songs he wrote with her which his fans love so much. That's what he wants, his fans to enjoy what he makes.

When Jeffery told YN about this offer she contemplated it like every life decision she has to make. Harry on the other hand was just so stubborn on getting her to agree on this because one, she loved to do it the first time around, two, she's got a fucking degree in music, and three, she get paid for it, which she so deserves. She didn't get paid it the first time around, well, she didn't wanted to.

She was there with him at the Grammy's, though she insisted on staying away from the cameras. Harry respected her decision to do so.

They had a great night afterwards at the after party. He introduced YN to all of his closest friends in the industry, the ones he knows would respect his privacy and not talk about this publicly.

But today, he missed her like hell!

He was at the Brit awards. Nominated for four of the categories. But his love was away to work on this new project she seemed so excited for.

He doesn't want to hold her back so, when he told her he was having a great time preparing for the award show... he lied. Whilst she wouldn't be able to make it back home in time, he doesn't want her to be lost and feel guilty for anything. He's sure she'll be watching him on the TV anyway. At the end, he gets to have her all to himself and celebrate all over again for achivement he got for the work they did together.

He asked Gemma to go with him, lile he did last time and she did agree. They were having a good time but he still missed his YN there. All three times he mentioned people who helped him write this album so special to his heart, he contemplated on mentioning her name. Not because he doesn't feel like he should or anything of the stupid reason, just because he wants to keep her protected so badly!

YN already got enough hate, even though people don't know her name, who she is, what she does, what she is like in person. No one deserves that.

Yes, he did kissed Lewis Capaldi drunkenly but he knows YN will be laughing more when they're reunited by in three days.

With a drink in his hand and his phone in the other, he made a treck to the bathroom. He wanted to call her and talk to her. He needed to.

One ring...

Two ring...

Three...

"Hello Hazza!" Her happy voice chirped through the call.

"Hi, baby." Harry smiled with his phone held upto his ear. He could hear the award show playing in the background from her side.

"I am so proud of you, Harry. Three put of four, and you got to kiss Lewis!" She gasped in pure joy. "Not gonna lie, Niall is going to be real mad at you and it did made a tiny bit jealous."

That earned a giggle from him, "I'm sorry about that. I miss you so much, I wish you were here with me baby." His voice wavered as his eyes got teary. "We did this together. For the first time, this is happening to me and couldn't be more proud of us. I wanted to call you up and say how much I love you. I fucking love you so much, YN. Without you this wouldn't have been possible. Thank you for being my muse and my rock throughout these years. I'm gonna need this till my heart stops pumping inside me chest. I know how right of s decision I made by asking you to marry me. I want you to know how I appreciate you for everything you do, even though I don't mention you tonight in any of my speeches. I just want to protect you."

"I know you do love me Harry," YN sighed on the other side. He was sure she's crying too by now, "I know you appreciate me, and you exactly know why. They say 'don't meet your heros', but I'm so fucking glad I did! I wish I was there with you too. You don't have to mention me any of your speeches to tell me how you about us. I'd have it just between you and I."

"I just don't want you to feel left out, my love. Because you're not." Harry sniffled. "Also, I don't want to hide anymore. I want to be able to hold you close and not worry about being photographed, and, and want to kiss you wherever we are. Want to brag about how amazing my love is! I truly do. But I want to protect you, you already get enough slack for choosing to stay by my side."

"I know but we can't control it, can we now?" He could hear her sniffle on the other side, "I want you to do what you want to. Not going to hold you back, we can get through anything and everything together, right?"

"Mhmm." He nodded to himself. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much!" She reciprocated, "now tell me the truth, you're crying because you're drunk right?"

"Hey!" He whined just to hear her soft giggles from the other side, "you're a meanie!"

"No, I'm not!" She teased him, "stay safe Hazza, I'll be home day after tomorrow."

"Mhmm, I'd stay longer and talk to you hut Jeffery is calling me now." He shared. "Maybe I'll skip the party later."

"No, I want you go. Please Harry?" She requested, "I don't want to skip on anything because pf me. You already don't go out when you're home."

"Okay." He sounded. "I love you!"

"I love you more." She chuckled. It was like almost the tenth time he's saying that to her.

"This is not a compitition but," he slurred, "I love you more!"

"Okay, you win."

"See it wasn't that hard to agree, was it?"

"Hmm, I think you would be in trouble as Jeffery is texting me to ask you to get off the call they're about to announce Album of The Year." She shared.

"Fuck! I should go." He sighed.

"Mhmm, I'll see you soon."

"See you baby, be safe okay?"

"You too, Harry." He could hear her smile through the phone, "and no, I wasn't going to admit, it's a fact I love you more. Bye!" And the call went dead before he could argue.

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"And the winner is..." Stanley Tucci opened the envelope to announce the winner, "Harry Styles."

Harry was ecstatic. Hugging Gemma and fist bumping everyone on his way to the stage.

"There is literally no one I love more in this world than Stanley Tucci. Thank you very much!" Harry chuckled as he looked at his award and pauses for a moment, "umm... This uhh... This night has been really special to me and I will never forget. Thank you so much for the welcome home. I appreciate so much there is no place like home. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so so proud to be an British Artist out there in the world, I'm so proud to be here tonight celebrating British Artists, British Music. Thank you, thank you, I'm going to hand it to Tom and Tyler. Thank you so much for this. I'm so grateful, thank you!"

Harry glanced at his friends who are also his co-writer on the album. But one of them was missing and it was bugging him so much. He took in a deep breath.

"I want to thank my missus, who, who uhh... has been a great support. She wrote this album with us too. I couldn't be more in love with or grateful to a person than I am to you. Thank you, thank you so much for being my muse and my rock through all these years. And... I love you!" He flashed a sheepish smile and blew a little kiss to the crowd before he walked down the stage.

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"Harry you did not!" YN exclaimed the first thing after she entered through the door of their flat, dropping her bags on the floor.

"Yes I— owh!" He grabbed onto her tight as she launched on him with a bear hug. "Yes I did baby!"

"You won all four of them!" She celebrated, "I am so fucking happy for you," she placed a smoothering kiss on his mouth, "you deserve every bit of happiness and success out there. I'm so, so, so, so proud of you!"

"Thank you, darling." He chuckled at her excitement as he hugged her again, "I thought you were going to kill me for saying I love you to you on TV!" He pulled away to get another deserving kiss.

In her own words; he deserved every happiness in this world!

"I would be mad if you didn't." She rolled her eyes.

"Did you..." he sighed, "just rolled your eyes at me, baby?"

"Oh come on, I am so proud of you Harry!" She clung onto him like a Koala bear again.

No, she's just that short in front of him.

"I missed you!" He picked her up and waddled his way to the sofas so they can sit and talk.

"I missed you!" She reciprocated. "When did you get home after the after-party?"

"At five in the morning the next day." He smiled sheepishly as he sat both of them down, YN straddling gis lap.

"Look at you!" She playfully punched his arm. "No but seriously Harry, I do think you hold back to go out and have fun with your friends like you used to. You don't have to stay back just because I have the most boring personality ever!"

"Who said you have a boring personality?" He scoffed, "I'd rather stay home with you and teach Milo new trick, make some new recipe and make a disaster of out kitchen or just watch TV, or, wait for it... this one is my favourite: have sex." That earned a laugh from her, "Than go out and drink, torture my kidneys and have a hangover for next three days."

"Okay." She nodded.

"You did not install twitter on your phone again, right?" He asked.

"Nope." She assured him. Because she didn't.

"Good because ee don't even want to go there." He took in a breathe of relief. "We still need to plan more for our wedding though, don't we?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded. "You sure you want to go for The Savoy than your villa in Italy, or better Anne's backyard garden that she offered for us to use?"

"What's wrong with the hotel?"

"Haz, it's very expensive!"

"So is going to be the villa." Was his only argument.

"Well, no, you own it. And it's less expense. You can even make that money back, by putting it on for rent. For maybe a month or so, I'm sure." She suggested.

"What's wrong?" He could just read through her, "you know you can share it with me, baby. Is something bugging you.

"I don't know," she sighed, "I want to be an equal part on this. I'm saving up for when we get our new place. And everything adding up gets very expensive. On my side at least."

"Mm." He sounded and took his time to think.

Look, he does want to be a part this whole planning thing. The only thing he doesn't want disrupted is their wedding. The hotel provides more privacy, he can have his team sign and agreement with them. His mum's backyard garden and the Italian villa can be invaded. In fact his pictures were taken ages ago with a drown in his private property.

"We'll split it." He answered, "I don't want our special day be ruined by people invading our privacy. The villa isn't that... How do I put this? Safe enough for our privacy. I don't want to force you nor do I want to make you feel less. Just chip however much you can or we'll figure something else, yeah?"

"Hmm, I'll think about it." She nodded.

Milo jumped up on the sofa spooking his mother and making his dad laugh, meowing for attention. Harry has been a amazing cat dad since day one!

"Hello my love!" YN cooed and picked the little feline up. He started purring immediately.

"He's very fucking partial!" Harry gasped looking at the kitty. "He never comes upto me like this."

That just made YN laugh.

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N O T E :

Pls lemme know how you liked this one.

And if you have any requests for THIS particular couple, I'm taking in requests.

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[mildangzz]

camboy!jungwon au part 3!

au where your sweet and cute co-worker has a side to him no one knows!! except for you…?

warnings: profanity nsfw!!

part one part two

> part three bcs i got ONE ask for it which is good enough for me LOL

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The next few weeks at work were… chaotic to say the least. Meeting after meeting, going out for dinners to speak with important clients and other CEOs, flying out of the state for contracts to be signed — it was all too draining for you. And what’s worse, you’ve had to ignore Jungwon the entire time to not get too distracted from your job.

At the end of the work day, he goes up to your desk with the sweetest eyes he can muster, tugging on your suit as he asks you in the tiniest voice: “H-hey… can we… hang out tonight?” He looks down at his shoes, knowing how busy you’ve been. You look around and see a couple people still around, packing up their things so you understand why he’s acting all cute, he needs to keep up his cute act in front of everyone!!

You look up at him and shake your head, scooting a bit away from him. “I can’t, Jungwon. I really am super busy this week… You understand, right?” You tell your coworkers that are leaving goodbye, seeing just a few that stayed to catch up with the insane amount of work they had.

He whined softly, tugging on you to pull you out of the chair. “I know how stressed you are, Y/N… let me help?” He pulls you close as he pulls your suit off slowly, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your blouse before you hold his wrists. “Fine, but we need to be quiet.”

Something in him snaps as he quickly closes the door, pushing you against the wall as he kisses you deeply. “God, I needed you so badly. A full week without you was hell for me, especially when you come to work looking so so beautiful every day.” He pushes up your skirt and pulls down your panties, rubbing small circles onto your clit as you moan into his mouth, blushing deeply.

He moves his other hand to your throat, squeezing tightly. “Hey hey, you said yourself we need to be quiet. Now be a good girl and shut up.” He pushed two fingers into you, moving them in and out slowly as you whimpered and whined beneath him, holding onto his arm tightly.

He kept a slow pace while he kissed your cheeks and jaw, letting go of your neck to help hold you up. “More. Fuck, I need more.” You breathed out, moving your hips against his fingers.

He takes his fingers out and sucks on them, staring you in the eyes as he pushes you onto your desk roughly, pulling down his pants. “Desperate, huh? Can’t live without my cock in you can you?” He pulls down his boxers and pulls up your skirt again, thrusting into you all at once.

You moan out loud, pressing your cheek onto the desk as you look back at him. “You’re… you came to m-“

He pulls your hair back harshly, earning another moan out of you. He scoffs and fucks into you quicker, one hand gripping your waist tightly. “And like the whore you are, you happily opened your legs for me. Letting me fuck you in the office like this, what’s everyone gonna think? Seeing you in a fucked out state, wobbling out of your office, how fucking nasty.”

You moan out again, already feeling yourself cumming as you clench down on him, burying your face into your paperwork.

“You like when I talk to you like that, baby? Yeah?” He continues thrusting into you, hips stuttering as he cums into you with a whine. “Ah, fuck you feel so good around me-“

Knock knock knock.

Jungwon snaps his head towards the door, staying inside you as he taps your side. “Answer, doll.”

You whine softly and clear your throat, looking at the door. “Y-yes…?”

“Miss Y/N… we just wanted to tell you we were leaving now, sorry for interrupting…!” Footsteps were heard quickly leaving the door, a blush creeping up your face as you push Jungwon away from you, fixing your clothes and cleaning up your desk.

“We can’t do that here, Jungwon!!” You gently hit his shoulder, packing up your bag to leave when you see him smile and fix himself, opening the door before exiting with “Sorry, Miss Y/N. See you tomorrow?”

> ngl y’all i read a heeseung fic + heard an audio that motivated me to write this (NOT INSPIRED BY WHAT I READ!!) so tada

[why-what-no]

I’m All Yours

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, reader is a bit of a badass

Notes: Once again, British people feel free to bully me if I’ve written British-people-speak badly, I’m always ready to improve. Requests open for Lockwood and co

Summary: Lockwood had been trying to recruit a fellow agent for ages, despite the fact that she claims to work alone. But when she gets hurt on a mission and asks for his help, she finally find out just how much he wants her to join Lockwood and co

Honestly, if (Y/N) didn't know better, she'd say that Anthony Lockwood was obsessed with her. 

The two of them were both ghost hunters, some of the best at what they do. But while Lockwood had his little team, (Y/N) felt a lot more comfortable working by herself. Once upon a time, she had a partner. But the thing about agents is that they had a habit of dying.

So now she did her own thing.

Lockwood didn’t get the hint, however. They bumped into each other plenty of times, crossing paths during missions and sharing info when needed. (Y/N) liked him, she could definitely see how he inspired such loyalty in his coworkers.

And now, every time they see each other, the posh boy tried to get her to join Lockwood and co. Honestly it was a bit funny to (Y/N), teasing Lockwood about seeming desperate.

She liked him, and his team. They were always kind to her and clearly talented. But she wasn’t willing to put in the effort to care about a group who had a habit of throwing themselves into danger.

Lockwood was clever and handsome, but (Y/N) were well aware that boys like him, posh boys with charming grins and silver tongues... they were more dangerous that any of the ghosts she faced. He’d make her as attached to him as his team was, and she was well aware of his messy relationship with his own mortality… and his difficulty (or inability) sharing his personal thoughts and feelings.

At least, that was what she told herself. Until…

***

35 Portland Row’s landline was ringing. It was late at night, a time when ghosts owned the streets.

Usually Lockwood and co were doing a mission at that time. But tonight was a calm night. At least for them.

Anthony Lockwood picked up the phone. “Lockwood and co, how can I help you?” He said in his best professional, costumer service voice.

"Hello, Lockwood, my love. How are you?" (Y/N)’s voice came through the phone, and he immediately relaxed. Leaning against the counter, he smiled at the sound of her voice.

"I'm doing well (Y/N). Always a joy to hear your voice. How are you? What can I do for you?"

"Umm, so, funny story... I’m doing a mission right now and I had a little bit of an accident.” His smile immediately dropped. “Ghost was stronger than I thought. My arm is most likely broken and I'd quite appreciate some help if you're free." She told him the address, then paused. The silence made him more nervous that her words, he knew how much she hated asking for help. It must be serious for her to call him like that. "Okay, so... ghost is back. If you could come quickly, that would be appreciated."

She hung up.

Lockwood had never gotten his team and equipment together so fast in his life.

***

When they got to the house that (Y/N) was allegedly in, they immediately tracked her location from the noises coming from the top floor.

“Fucking hell! You cunt!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, followed by a crash. Of course she would try to fight a ghost verbally when she couldn’t fight it physically

Lockwood and co sprung into action, going after the ghost and searching for the source. Lockwood’s first priority was (Y/N), finding her turning her sweater into a makeshift sling for her arm.

“Are you alright?” He rushed out, checking her over for bleeding.

“Yeah, I…” She began to speak before she noticed something behind them. “Looks out!” She shoved him to the side, grabbing her sword from the ground and swinging it at the ghost that had just appeared.

Lockwood gathered himself, quickly finding the source and covering it. The ghost had been dealt with.

(Y/N) sighed in exhaustion once he did, collapsing against the wall. “Cheers, Lockwood. I owe you.”

"You manage to save me from getting ghost touched.” He replied, chuckling as he willed his heart to return to it’s normal speed . “With a broken arm... while I was trying to save you."

"I'm just that good, Lockwood…. Huh, good, Lockwood. That rhymes."

(Y/N) walked off, going to find the rest of Lockwood’s team. He just shook his head, amused. He never had any idea where (Y/N) mind was. No matter how many times he found her, she kept disappearing on him. It drove him crazy.

***

In that case, however, (Y/N) ended up following them back to 35 Portland Row. Letting Lucy put a proper bandage on her as George and Lockwood locked the source away in the basement.

“You know, it’s never boring working with you lot.” She said to the other girl. “Very fun.”

Lucy chuckled. “I could say the same about you.”

“Touché.”

(Y/N) flinched as Lucy pressed a little too hard. She moved away, immediately apologetic. “Sorry.” She paused. “You are right, though, it is fun. It would be nice to work together more. Lockwood can have his dream of being the best agents in the company, and I could finally have another girl around.”

(Y/N) chuckled, although she couldn’t hide a smile at Lucy’s words. It felt nice to be appreciated. “Maybe you’re right.” Was her response. “Although you certainly sound like Lockwood right now.”

Lucy gave her an expression of fake offence. “The horror.” She said, causing the girls to dissolve into laughter.

Lockwood joined her and Lucy in the sitting room as soon as he was done in the basement. The other girl made an excuse to leave, meaning that (Y/N) and Lockwood were alone together.

She sighed, speaking first. "I know what you're gonna ask, and at this point..."

"At this point you want to know why I still bother?"

Normally she didn’t like to be interrupted. But he was right. She nodded

“You scared me today (Y/N).” Lockwood admitted, sitting down so that he was facing her. “I got that call and I was worried that I'd be attending your funeral this time tomorrow."

That thought had been floating around in her head the last few hours. However, she has too much faith in her own abilities. “That wouldn’t happen."

Lockwood didn’t have nearly the same amount of blind faith in her abilities. He knew she wasn’t immortal. He knew what happened to most agents. "It would. And because we don't work together, I wouldn't even know you were gone until it hit the news. It's not like we have any mutual friends who would tell me. I'd open the newspaper one morning and find out that I'd never hear one of your sarcastic little comments again."

It took (Y/N) a moment to figure out a response for that. Lockwood’s voice had cracked when he said those words, clearly hating the idea. Honestly, she hated that idea too. She had told herself not to get attached, but it might have been too late for that.

But she didn’t want Lockwood to know that. "Yeah, that sounds tragic." Was all she said. Hating her words as soon as she said them.

But Lockwood continued, reaching out to take her hands. "So please stay. If you really need to, you can do some missions solo as a member of the agency. I just want to make sure you come through this house every day. Just think about it, alright?”

It was tempting, so tempting. Part of her wanted to agree just to make him happy.

She didn’t respond, and he just chuckled at her stubbornness. “ In the meanwhile we should probably get you checked out at a DEPRAC hospital, make sure the bone is set properly." He told her, soft concern in his eyes.

The concern nearly made her shiver, and she immediately put her cool facade back on.

"Taking me to the hospital, huh?” Her tone turned flirty. “You know, Lockwood, if you wanted to ask me on a date, you could just say so."

"He paused, and then after a moment, he chuckled. "Alright then. Would you want to go on a date with me?" There was an almost nervous look in his eyes as he waited for her response."

That was unexpected.

"Are you being serious?"

"What? Have I been better at hiding my feelings for you than I thought I had?” Lockwood was full on grinning, at her shock. “Lucy and George have been teasing me about fancying you for ages."

"Is that why you've kept trying to recruit me?" She was trying to make sense of his words. Was he really just as interested in her as she was with him.

"I've been trying to recruit you because you're amazing at what you do, and because it's suicidal to work alone.” He corrected her, not wanting her to double her abilities. “However, enjoying your presence to the extent that I do was certainly a bonus."

"Wow, so charming. I bet that you say this to all your recruits. Did Carlyle and Karim get this same heartfelt confession?"

"No, just you. You're just special."

(Y/N) sighed, leaning back. Her gaze was pinned on Lockwood with the aim of making him nervous.

"If I say yes, to both joining you and going out with you, there will be no backtracking. You hear me? I want honesty and trust from you, I won't be chasing after some boy who is too scared to open up to me or treat me as an equal. I have better things to do."

She needed him to agree to that. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand any behaviour like that. If she was meant to depend on him, she had to know he would give her the same regard.

Part of (Y/N) expected him to avoid her words. But to her surprise (underestimating just how much he wanted her with him), he nodded. "Why would you even think of chasing after me? I've spent so much time chasing after you that it's practically my natural state at this point." His sentence ended with that charming grin, the one that made her feel like Eve in the garden.

She tried to stay firm, to fight against that grin he gave her. But the idea of living under the same roof as his and his friends, befriending them herself... Of eventually being able to go on that date with the mysterious and charming Lockwood boy... it overrode her desire to need nobody but herself.

"Alright then, darling.” She threw her hands up in defeat, but there was a wide smile on her face. A twinkle in her eyes. “I'm all yours."

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[melalot]

TSATS BOOK REVIEW/ANALYSIS (aka i go over things i feel was misinterpreted in the book)

So I read TSATS book, and I’m realizing that a lot of stuff in the book was misinterpreted so I’m just gonna write this here to drop my 2 cents. 

Beyond this point there is spoilers

So personally y’all I loved the book, mainly because of how different and refreshing it is from other books.

I know this book had a co-writer, and honestly I’m glad there was a co-writer because I think the co-writer understood something that I felt like Rick has underplayed in many of his books.

How trauma affects people.

I mean this book was FULL of it, and I think it really flew over a lot of people’s heads as to how crucial Will and Nico’s past experiences and trauma’s shape them as they are and their whole relationship - now let’s go into more detail. 

First I want to say - to me this wasn’t a book about them going on a quest to Tartarus to save Bob. To me this was the story of Solangelo. I mean we literally have the nymph ask them both to tell them the story of them. And the book shifts between their current conflicts, while showing the past of how they came to be, how that led up to them now.

And I also want to remind you guys that they’re both 15 year olds, and that they’ve only been together for almost a year. Their relationship is still developing, but for what already is there? I am so surprised and honestly amazed and proud of how strong they are together, they balance each other out perfectly.

Let’s start with Will. 

I keep hearing about Will being shown as a chill guy that is laid back and stuff - but I feel like you guys are literally forgetting BOO Solace who literally made it his point to be adamant about having Nico realize he wanted to be his friend, and how he takes on the burden of healing every camper that comes to his infirmary. Like this boy ain’t chill - he’s got fucking anxiety y’all!!!!

But I loved reading Will’s POV and I loved reading the way he viewed himself and his relationship with Nico. Will is a son of Apollo, and he hasn’t been out in the real world as much as other demigods have like Percy and Annabeth and Nico, and the other 7. Sure he was at the Battle of Manhattan and he went through some things in the Gaea war, and some with Nero BUT actually going into a quest willingly like that? He never has, so he may not have as much of an understanding as other demigods will about their time in war and their struggles.

Will also didn’t have the same upbringing as Nico. He is a completely different individual. And I’m bringing this point because of the moments in the books where Will would talk badly about the Underworld and where he didn’t seem to understand it the way Nico did. 

Of course he wouldn’t understand it the way Nico did - he wasn’t Nico, but also he was surrounded by people who viewed the Underworld as a creepy place, so yeah Will kinda got roped into that stereotype. But you know what I admire about Will? That he recognized that he didn’t understand, and that he tried to view it the way Nico did, and eventually he did. Like sure he realized Nico would get irritated with him at times - but also they weren’t talking about what was really bothering them in those moments - so both of them had a right to be upset. 

I think Will was just also afraid of Nico going back to his old ways. We saw throughout the book that he was afraid of Nico leaving him, that he’d realize they’re too different - his insecurities about it. Because Will hasn’t gone through what Nico went through, and by the book, they’re supposed to be polar oppostites, but he didn’t let that stop him from from trying to understand his boyfriend. 

Will also had trauma with feeling like he had to fix everyone. He was a healer, he was the son of apollo, optimism and fixing things was his thing. I think the important thing towards the end of the book is him realizing he didn’t need to fix anyone, especially not Nico. Because Nico didn’t need fixing, he just needed someone who accepted him and understood him as he is. And Will came to understand that when he said he didn’t want to keep a version he made in his head of Nico, because he recognized that he was trying to fix him all along and was going about it the wrong way. Will allowed himself to accept some of his own darkness, which in turn gave Nico some of his light. Honestly it was truly beautiful that they added that part about love isn’t about people coming to save you from your tragic life and make you sudddenly love yourself. As per will and persephone’s convo - love is a choice made everyday. to understand and accept the person you want to be with. 

Now with Nico

Honestly it felt so refreshing to read Nico that was a lot happier and more himself and comfortable in his skin. To read about him accepting himself and being proud of it and being so openly affectionate with his boyfriend and vulnerable, is a complete 180 - and it goes to show how much he has healed because he himself DECIDED he didn’t want to shut people out of his life anymore

The patience Nico also had with Will in understanding that will was a different person so it would be harder for him to understand his second home was incredibly important, bc even tho he got irritated at him for it, he also recognized that he couldn’t be mad about something that someone didn’t understand. but he also saw how much will was trying, and will came around towards the end. they talked about what bothered them, they had their fights, but they RESOLVED IT.

another thing i loved about nico is his ability to want to understand another person and see their perspective. he did it with nyx and i thought that was so powerful, because it showed how he doesn’t see things in black and white, that he understands that the way people were brought up affect how they are in the real world, why he is the way he is. but he also doesn’t let it excuse them for their actions.

this whole book was about changing your life because YOU wanted to. understanding and accepting your past and trauma and learning to live with it BECAUSE you wanted to. Understanding one another to make a better relationship BECAUSE love is a choice.

the message is right there!!

so yeah, this book wasnt about a quest to save bob

it was their story, and it was absolutely amazing

the story of how they got together, their first kiss (which hello even if it was after the death of jason, they had gone months dating each other and let me just say the gays have a way of being impulsive mfs lollll, i still thought it was so them) the way they took care of each other, and the kisses, and the jokes, and the ways they understood each other so well and their train of thoughts and the sun lamp and the tokens and the ring and just them 

they’re soulmates

anyway ty for coming to my ted talk, this book was amazing and i loved it

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

The way Condal, Hess and co write certain characters, especially Alicent, just makes them look like some kind of aliens who cannot comprehend the core of human nature and familial bonds (motherly love, sibling dynamic...) . I mean, fine, maybe they aren't parents honestly have no idea about their private lives nor do I want to know ), but that still doesn't justify the atrocious manner in which they have been portraying Alicent's relationship with her children. And I dislike the explanations that come from one part of the fandom (she married against her will, never wanted those children, never felt freedom...) I mean, I don't deny these, but they are not enough to explain or justify her weird (and sudden imo) detachment and dare i say, borderline hatred of her sons. Not to mention that this was the life of westerosi women, basically every one of them. Also, Ryan talked how Alicent and Viserys had "a loving marriage, just weren't in love " and generally holds Viserys in high regard, so he obviously doesn't see him as Alicent's abuser or anything. That's why i cannot understand what is the point of showing her so disgusted by her children and incapable of showing them love. Otto's influence? Maybe, but still not the greatest explanation. And she seems even harsher and distant to her sons this season than Otto ever was to her. She doesn't seem broken over Jaehaerys, she doesn't seem overly upset over Aegon (he's burned alive and is dying ffs and she won't shed a tear), Aemond is apparently an ireedemeable monster in her eyes fur some reason, even before RR... It's so frustrating that there are people who eat it all up and justify it as a genius and subtle storytelling with a lot of details that we "the whiners" refuse or are unable to grasp. Idk, I really liked her in s1 and although she was a bit inconsistent in ep 8 and 9 I hoped it would be retconed. Unfortunately, this season I'm watching a character I don't recognise anymore. And the worst thing is that she doesn't suffer from a lack of screentime like Aemond or Helaena do. Almost everything on tg revolves around her and yet I still have no idea what is her goal or who she is anymore.

Sorry for the rant.

Hello!

I could not agree with you more. Not sure if some kind of personal/family circumstances of HotD writers played a role in them fumbling the Greens family dynamic so badly but I am convinced that their "women good men bad" narrative policy did.

In "Driftmark" Alicent orders for Luke's eye to be cut out (and immediately, in public) - and then attacks Luke and Rhaenyra herself. But a few minutes (in show time) later she repents - and after that, apparently, she is all for "violence is reserved for men" agenda. That's where her disdain for Aemond (in whose name she was about to commit a public act of violence herself) is supposed to come from, I think. It doesn't even feel like she is horrified precisely by the fact that he might have almost killed (deliberately at that) his own brother. Lack of consistency and logic? Yes. Obliviousness at best, hypocrisy at worst (from Alicent, I mean)? Yes. But who cares, right? Alicent does not support the evil deeds of men - and that's what matters.

And her treatment of Aegon looks even more moronic. Girl, you put him on the throne against his will! After her meeting with Rhaenyra she knows it was a result of a misunderstanding (the favourite trick of this show, dammit - but it is a topic for a whole another conversation) but how is Aegon to blame for it?

I can relate to Alicent growing tired of being used and manipulated - but IMO (I agree with you here as well) this is not a good enough excuse for her to fully go into the "fuck yourselves, the lot of you" mode. But for the writers it is, at least it looks like it. They were trying to sell us the bullying of Aemond by Aegon (combined with the former's desire for power) being a sufficient motivation for Aemond to get rid of his brother (during the civil war where they are supposed to be on the same side no less) - and now they are trying to justify whatever Alicent does with her being a child bride and so on and so forth. I have no love for Viserys (or sympathy for Otto - where it comes to him pimping his teenage daughter out to the king) - but turning Alicent into this and expecting everyone to eat it up? Come on. Even some casual viewers are going "WTF" watching Alicent's scenes with her children, never mind those who are familiar with Fire and Blood.

And double yes to the point about the show very heavily focusing on Alicent to the detriment of many other characters (Aemond first of all). It feels like the writers believe that all that audience is supposed to know about Aemond now is that he is a bad guy - and they give him just enough screen time to show that. Meanwhile Alicent has loads of it - just so we could get a really good, really long look at her face and understand just how bad patriarchy failed her.

So, as I see it Alicent is now no more than a means to the end of hammering home the main idea of the show. How does she do that and what happens to her character in the process is unimportant - at least, to the writers and showrunners.

Sorry for the rant as well🙈

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Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 18/? Word count: 4392 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Chapter 16. So. Many. Mistakes

It was Wednesday, three days after the incident in Austria. The entire team had now moved to Towcester, Silverstone, UK. Everyone was preparing for the race in Silverstone the next weekend. Teams were working from their hotels or the track or, as most teams did, from their home base. Unfortunately, for Ferrari, they had to work from their hotel.

Charles entered the hotel restaurant; a few people from his team were working from this spot, and others had booked a meeting room or went to work at a cafe down the street. The last two, three actually, days were a rollercoaster to him. He was thinking a lot, he couldn't let the situation go. After Matilde pulled him out of the meeting, she told him that she didn't want to see him for a couple of days and that he had to fix Silverstone on his own. He fucked up big time. It didn't feel right to him.

"Galileo," Charles said and sat across from the assistant of his team principal.

The young Italian looked up from his computer. "Charles," he said uninterested. "What do you need?"

"Can you see Matilde's schedule for today?"

Galileo squinted his eyes. "Of course I can. I am her assistant."

"Can you schedule a meeting this afternoon? If she has time?"

"Hmm, let me see..." Galileo looked at his laptop and opened Matilde's agenda. He looked questionable, then hopeful at the driver. Charles' eyes lit up. "No."

Charles straightened his face. "Why?"

"She specifically instructed me not to plan any communication with you. Anything else, Charles?"

"I have a work-related question, Galileo. She is my team principal, I have the right to ask her any question I want," Charles replied annoyedly.

Galileo nodded impressively. "Now she is your team principal? Okay," he shrugged. "What's your work-related question? I can forward it." He showed a forced smile.

"When does she have time so I can ask it in person?"

"For you, she doesn't. Try tomorrow at the track. Good afternoon, Charles." Galileo went back to work while Charles got up and walked away. "And don't even try to ask the front desk for her room number," Galileo added, reading Charles' mind for his plan.

Charles stopped walking and turned around to look at the assistant, only sharing a glance before he walked away again. It really seemed like Matilde would do everything not to see him, and she got everyone involved to do so. He fucked up badly. Charles walked through the lobby, trying to come up with a plan. He wanted to speak to her before the weekend began, he wanted to apologise before he would go out on the track again, he wanted to see her before the weekend because he knew she could ruin his race and career within a second. He already did ruin his relationship with her, professionally and privately, but... He fucked up, and it didn't sit him right.

He crossed the lobby, ready to go back to his room, wanting to go out for a run to process his frustration. The last thing he now wanted was to see Matilde. Even though he wanted everything to make it up, to apologise, but if she wanted to give him the silent treatment, he would accept it and do the same. She wanted this, so she received it.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw her in the lobby, behind the front desk. Charles' face straightened when they made eye contact. He seemed to react to her presence, but she didn't move one muscle when she saw him. He wished to bridge the divide, but she remained unmoved. It was like he was a stranger to her. Charles forced himself to look away, maintaining his course towards the lift. He bit his lip, it didn't feel right to ignore her, this was not the right way to address this situation.

Charles entered the lift, his heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. Just when the doors were about to close, he stepped between them, causing them to open again. His heart beat loudly in his chest, but he had to do this. He made his way to the front desk. For a second, the confusion came to his mind; why was she standing behind the front desk? Then he noticed that she was standing next to the printer, waiting for the papers that came out of the machine.

"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you?" a young lady asked.

A forced smile came on Charles' face. "Hey, I want to speak to my boss," he explained, pointing at Matilde.

Matilde kept looking at the papers that came out of the machine. She bit on the inside of her cheek, and now she was suddenly his 'boss'. "I'm afraid I don't have time, Charles. Have you tried to book a meeting with Galileo?" Matilde spoke, her voice ice cold.

"Yes, but-"

"What did he say?" She looked up at her driver.

"That you didn't have time..."

"Exactly," she replied, grabbing the papers. A smile came on her face when she stepped away from the front desk. "Thank you, girls. You can put the charges on my room," she thankfully said.

"Anytime, Miss Jørgensen," the girl said happily.

Matilde was still not used to things like this, it made her feel old. She passed Charles, walking to the lift.

"Can we talk?" Charles begged when he followed her. "Please?"

The doors of the lift opened when Matilde pressed the button. "I don't have time, Charles, I have to work. Besides, you were really clear about what you wanted, and I am not waiting for further unnecessary explanation." She pressed the button for the right floor. The cold, steel walls of the lift gave no room for comfort as the two remained trapped in uncomfortable silence. The tension between them was palpable, the weight of unspoken words pressing heavily on their shoulders.

It was evident that Matilde was resolute in her stance. He couldn't push her to talk. But at least he could try to apologise. She didn't have to say anything back, but he wanted to share his regret with her. He couldn't bear the weight of the unspoken words any longer.

"Can we please talk? Like adults?" He looked hopeful at her. "Or only listen..." he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

The air inside the lift seemed to grow even colder. Matilde kept looking in front of her, not reacting to Charles. Her face was still displaying a resolute demeanour.

"I know I messed up," Charles continued, knowing she would hear his words. It was up to her what she would do with it, but at least he apologised and agreed with his own stupidity. "Give me a chance to explain it. I need to make things right. Please, can we just talk for a few minutes? I won't take much of your time."

Matilde bit her lip, considering his request. Her expression remained inscrutable. To her, Charles messed up badly, and he was the one who started it, so she was waiting for him to make the first move. It was tough for her, she didn't like to ignore people or wait until they came up to her. She had it in her to talk straight away and forgive for everyone's sake so they could move on. But this time... She was hurt. The seconds stretched on, making Charles' heart race even faster. He had to say something, anything, to get through to her without begging.

"I want to apologise, Matilde," he said, his voice softer but laden with regret.

The lift doors slid open. But before Matilde stepped out, she finally turned to face him directly, her gaze locking with his. The tension in the confined space was almost suffocating. She let him wait. However, she had never seen this much regret on his face. After what felt like an eternity, she let out a sigh. "Make it quick," were the only words she said, and she walked away from him.

Charles didn't move. Her words lingered in the air, he felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. It was a small victory already, but he knew this victory could be taken away in the blink of an eye, meaning he knew he had to make the most of the opportunity. He quickly followed her through the hallway of the top floor.

Matilde held open the door to her hotel room. Charles showed a small smile when he stepped into her room after her. The door fell in its lock. Never had he been in the hotel room of his team principal, any team principal, or someone else who was important to his team. He stepped further into the room, his eyes still curious as they scanned the surroundings. The moment felt both awkward and charged with the tension of the unresolved business. His eyes glided over the room, it was neat and tidied. Charles looked at how she collected her papers and files at the table next to the window, it was her improvised office for now. Then he noticed some papers, some CVs, of other drivers, but also mechanics and engineers. Charles looked at Matilde, his first thought was that she wanted to get rid of some people, but if she wanted to, she would speak openly about it, right?

"Uh, don't mind the papers. My organisation skills are not the best," she mumbled. Matilde collected some organised files from the second chair in the room and threw all the papers and files on the ground. "Have a seat."

Charles nodded and sat down across from his team principal. He cleared his throat, searching for the right words to express himself. "I would like to apologise," he said. While he said that, he looked into her eyes.

She didn't react to it. "Okay." She was waiting for more.

"But may I ask why you keep avoiding me?"

"I haven't seen you for two days, and suddenly I'm 'avoiding' you? I am busy, I have stuff to do," Matilde coldly replied like it wasn't obvious.

"Even your personal assistant refuses to make an appointment with you for me. 'She specifically instructed me not to plan any type of communication with you'," he quoted Galileo.

She nodded. "Yes. I was, and am, not ready to talk after what you said to me. I'm here to ensure we get a decent weekend at Silverstone, even though I do not like you at this very moment, you still deserve a great weekend. But we wouldn't sit here if it weren't for the team. You're lucky you're still on the team."

Very direct and straightforward, Charles knew she was... He wouldn't call it angry, but she was definitely disappointed. Every time she got very direct and straightforward, she was done with you. She was direct and straightforward, but it was different when she didn't show any emotion. "I want you to know I'm genuinely sorry for my behaviour. What happened on the track, the mediapen and in the meeting room, was entirely my fault, and I take full responsibility for it."

Matilde nodded slightly, her expression still guarded, but she was willing to listen anyway.

"I cannot change the past, but I can work towards a better future. I value my position at Ferrari, and I understand the importance of unity within the team. The incident in Austria was a huge mistake, and I promise you, it won't happen again."

Matilde squinted her eyes slightly when he said the word 'promise'. She noticed a hint of vulnerability in his eyes as he looked at her, searching for any signs of forgiveness.

Charles felt a need to make amends, not just for the sake of their professional relationship, but also for their personal connection, which the recent events had strained.

Her facade was crumbling, and her voice dripped with frustration. "And what about your behaviour off the track?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted his eyes, his voice trembling with annoyance and anger. He clenched his fists under the table, his frustration evident in every fibre of his being.

"I am talking about what you said in front of Max, Christian and Carlos," she coldly replied. She pressed her fingers on the table, ready to make a point. "You humiliated me in that meeting, Charles. I set up that meeting because I was convinced we all could talk about it." Her eyes shot from one eye to the other, causing Charles to swallow hard. "You lost your temper there! You embarrassed the entire team, your fans, and other teams in front of the media! And let's not forget about all the interviews you threw sneers at me and the team!"

His frustration boiled over. "You didn't protect me there!"

Matilde straightened her back. Her patience finally snapped, her voice raised. "No offence, Charles, but it was your mistake out there! You are my driver, and I will always have your back, no matter what, especially in the media. But it was your mistake, and I can't protect you from the truth behind the scenes."

"It felt like you were picking the other side!"

"I stood behind a fact!"

Now, his voice was filled with anger. "It's always the other side when it comes to Red Bull!"

Matilde tilted her head, and she blinked a couple of times. "Is this about Red Bull or your own ego?"

"Sorry?" He stared at her. "You can't be impartial regarding Red Bull, Matilde! It is always about Red Bull!"

She snorted, and she got up. "You and the entire team don't even see how hard I try to fit in within the team! I try so fucking hard, time after time! You either push me away or exclude me. And not even once do you all try to include me, like celebrations or parties or even smaller things like a fucking lunch or coffee break! I have to put in so much effort, but it feels like you don't want to accept me. You basically push me into the welcoming arms of Red Bull, can you actually blame me for going to them instead? You give me an unwanted feeling and I'm not going to force myself on people when I know I'm not wanted." She shook her head and she walked to the window. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she blinked rapidly to get rid of them.

Charles parted his lips, and he looked at her. He acknowledged that at the start, he didn't put effort into involving her, but he had no idea it was that bad. Later on, he just didn't put energy in her, he just did his thing, she did her thing, he didn't know it was that bad. "I am sorry-" The look in his eyes softened, he felt bad for her.

"You are sorry?" Matilde turned around, the words left her mouth disgusted.

"Matilde-"

"I am so fucking done with all the apologies! Everyone is so sorry, but no one thinks ahead. It's always afterwards, never... It is like you all do not even try to prevent it. I took this job to make this team great again. I have protected the entire team from all the rumours about how disastrous and sad the spirit is within the team. But, oh my god, I knew it was bad before joining, but I had no idea it was this toxic."

"Why did you even take this job? If it is so toxic? Why don't you leave? There are enough people who want your job and who might do it even better," he shot back in anger.

Matilde placed her hands on her hips, and she looked at him. She had no idea why she took this job, at this point. The entire job felt like freestyling to her at this point. "Because I wanted to make this team great again."

"Why, Matilde? Why you? Why are you the person who will make this team great again?"

She swallowed hard, not knowing how to react. For the first time, she was lost for words. She had been trying to prove herself since day one, but perhaps she wasn't enough for this team.

"The people in front of you couldn't do it, so why can you do it?"

"How dare you to question why I took this job? I got here to make a difference, to whip this team back into shape. I took this job because nobody else had the guts or the vision to do it. If you don't see that, Charles, maybe you're part of the problem."

He bristled at her fiery response. "Don't you dare to blame me for the team's issues. Do you think you can waltz in here and solve everything? You are not a miracle worker, Matilde."

"I never said I was a miracle worker, I said I'd give my all for this team, and that's more than I can say for some."

Charles snorted and ran his hand through his hair. Neither of them was willing to back down, and the sparks flew as they continued their heated exchange. "Your all? You say the team isn't open to connect, but you are the one who haven't even tried to connect. You've been so busy playing the mediator between us and Red Bull, you've forgotten who you're supposed to be working with."

"I've been working harder than you can ever imagine. If you can't see that, then maybe you're just too wrapped up in your own ego to notice," she blurted.

Charles couldn't hide the fury in his eyes. "You've let your Red Bull connections cloud your judgement, it is tearing this team apart!"

Matilde tilted her head. "You're letting your pride destroy this team," she said when gazing at him.

He shook his head in disbelief. "You know Matilde, do you remember your first day at the office? You promised me, Carlos, the team, to make us the winner. You promised us the best car. You promised us wins. You promised us a championship. And see what is happening: it is a disaster."

"I have never promised you anything!" Matilde yelled.

"Yes, you have!"

"I have not, Charles," she hissed. "Because I never make promises. Promises are delusional, and they barely come true. Did you ever have a promise that came true? What did Mattia promise you? A winning car? A championship? Now see what happened!"

"No, no, don't start there."

"Well, did he promise you that? Did he give you a winning car? A championship?" She lowered her eyebrows. "I have never promised you anything, nor I will promise you anything because I have no idea if I can't make it true. I can try, I can do my best, but I will never promise."

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, charged with their heated exchange. It was silent for a couple of minutes. Charles' frustration and Matilde's anger collided. She stood in front of him, he had to look up at her.

It was Matilde who broke the silence. She sat down again, realising it wasn't the right position. The Red Bull part was still bothering her and she had to come back to it. "You think I'm letting my connections with Red Bull affect my judgement? It's your reckless driving and impulsiveness that are playing a huge part in the team."

He leaned in, their faces inches apart, his anger flaring. "It's your inability to be fair and your loyalty to Red Bull that's causing the problems. You keep going back to Red Bull during conversations and in real life."

"I will not apologise for the relationships I've built in this sport, relationships that have helped me throughout my career."

"Your relationships should have never come before Ferrari."

"Which they are not."

Charles laughed and shook his head. "If you live and breathe for Ferrari, why don't you bother to speak Italian? That is the main language in this team. You don't adjust to the team, but we are constantly adjusting to you! You are not doing anything for the team!"

It left Matilde perplexed. She leaned back, taking some space. "I am doing everything for the team," she stated. "More than I am capable of, but of course, it is not appreciated or seen."

"Even your reports contain so many mistakes," he added.

She leaned in again. "What mistakes?"

"The endless grammar mistakes," he replied. "You don't bother to learn Italian. What is the point of being a team principal then?"

"I have fucking dyslexia! I am trying so fucking hard to be perfect when it comes to grammar in English, but it is a struggle to me when I am under so fucking much pressure. When no one says anything to me, how am I supposed to know this?" She hissed, her eyes shooting from one eye to the other. "I am so fucking sorry that I am not able to speak Italian, but I am trying so fucking hard to learn it by taking weekly classes and daily exercises. Italian has been a learning curve for me, since it is nothing like Danish, English or German. My apologies for trying."

The intense back-and-forth continued, neither willing to give a centimetre in the battle of walls. The air crackled with animosity, both of them locked in a heated confrontation. As their argument reached a fever pitch, Matilde found herself drawn into a moment of unexpected vulnerability.

For just a fleeting moment, amidst the tension and heat, her gaze dropped to Charles' lips. The idea of kissing him, of silencing this argument in the most intimate way, flashed through her mind. It caught her entirely off guard. Her face straightened and she leaned back, looking away from him. She swallowed hard and blinked a couple of times, she was trying to find out how her mind came up with this.

She took a deep breath and licked her lips, still being shaken by her own thoughts. "We are not getting anywhere like this," she mentioned, her voice in a normal tone.

Charles leaned back, his anger still smouldering.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, the storm in their argument left as quickly as it had come. Both of them took a step back in their thoughts, needing a moment to process the emotions that had been unleashed. They both reconsidered the words they exchanged, the accusations, the frustration and... and for Matilde the unexpected desire. The professional and personal aspects of their relationship had become impossibly entangled.

"Uhm," Matilde hummed, breaking the silence. Charles' eyes shot up to her. "There is one thing you said that is bothering me," she admitted. She realised something. The reason why the people in her team didn't trust her, why fans didn't trust her, why her drivers didn't trust her. This was the reason why Charles fell out to Max and Christian, this had to be it. "Am I still too involved with Red Bull?" She pressed her lips into a thin line, hoping it wouldn't be true.

The lips of Charles parted, and he looked away. This was an honest question, and she deserved an honest answer. He thought she was too involved, but he couldn't speak for everyone else. "Well, I don't think..."

"You can share it, I can only learn from this. I... If I am still too involved, or if I give those vibes, it's unintentional," she said.

"Sometimes, it looks like it," Charles finally spoke.

"Okay," she whispered. Confrontation. "I will take that as feedback. Thank you for sharing. I didn't mean to." She rubbed her hands over her face. Shit. "I know it may not sound convincing, but I am always on your side, on Carlos' side, on Ferrari's side..." She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "When I moved to the UK for Red Bull, they were the only people I had there. They helped me with finding an apartment, I made my first friends there in the UK and when you work closely with them for a long time, they will become family." For a moment, it felt to Matilde like she had to talk it straight, but she wanted him to know the story. "In 2016, when Max entered the team, I started my position in the track team as well. Max and I basically both grew up there together, we are friends, we share the same hobbies. Same goes for Christian, GP, Hannah and more. It hurts to not be able to speak to them during race weekends, but I chose Ferrari and I give 110 percent for Ferrari. I know I can't be seen around them anymore and it's hard... I am constantly focussing on Ferrari and I assume you only see those fraction of moments when I talk to Red Bull. It's the same you have with Gasly, it's as simple as that."

Matilde's sincere confession, her vulnerability in explaining her relationship with Red Bull, resonated with Charles. It was a side of her he hadn't fully understood before. He realised that his assumptions about her loyalties might have been too hasty, and perhaps unfair. Charles nodded, his expression softening as he began to grasp the complexity of her situation. "Thank you for sharing your side," he said with a sense of understanding.

The tension had shifted in the room, not entirely dissipated, but redirected. They had opened up a line of communication that went beyond their disagreements, giving them a chance to understand each other better, and perhaps rebuild a more solid working relationship.

"And I am sorry for not protecting you last weekend," she admitted. "I should've picked your side, no matter what. I am sorry."

"It's okay," Charles softly said. "I am sorry, too. I shouldn't be a... an asshole."

Matilde nodded. "If something else is going on, bothering you, with my way of working, I want to know it. I'm here to give you everything, and I want you to be comfortable and satisfied with it," she said. "You don't have to say it now, or directly to my face, an email or message is also fine. But if I need to work on something, I want to know it to improve and be a better leader."

He nodded. "I have nothing to say now," he replied. "But I will keep it in mind. Thank you."

"Okay," she softly said. "I am sorry for my words, Charles."

"I am sorry, too." 

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Your fics are fucking amazing oh my god, I fucking love them. I was wkndering if I could request larissa weems x fem nevermore student reader? Lots of comfort. Maybe student reader just got out of an abusive relationship with another student who has now been expelled, but is very upset and Larissa looks after her? I get that this may be a little tough on the heart though, and so if you wouldn't wanna writw rhat, that's perfwctly okay :)

Safe haven

Larissa Weems x student!reader

A/n: oddly enough i like writing about these hard topics, it’s the fics you can relate to and need the most. This is a platonic fic!

Warnings: toxic/abusive relationship, verbal abuse, isolation, manipulation, co-dependency

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You didn’t know how to feel. To some degree you felt relief, but mostly there was this bittersweet heartache that followed you around every instant.

It was a confusing mix of emotions. You felt like you could finally breathe, do what you wanted without worry of messing up, just exist without pressure and eyes on you.

But you also felt incredibly alone, he promised you safety, like it or not they forced themselves to become your #1 source of comfort and with them gone you didn’t know what to do. You still felt this need to run towards familiarity, and truly they had isolated you enough to the point where they were all you knew.

You didn’t know how the principal found out. You tried with all your might to keep the details of your relationship secret, but she had a good eye and people reading skills, you’d guess that’s necessary to manage a school full of mostly teenagers.

Your partner was expelled. And all anger landed on you. Automatically they claimed you had “snitched” about the toxicity you lived through. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted. I’m done with you and all your lies, learn how to keep your mouth shut.” Was all they said before being escorted out the room with their bags packed.

This was it. It was all you knew, you had nobody else, so what would you do now without them? You followed with sobs, and they opted to ignore you. “If you kept your mouth shut maybe there would still be somebody here that actually loves you. What now huh? You’re all alone, I made sure of it.”

You wanted to badly to get in that car with them. To beg for forgiveness and for them to take you back although you knew what that would mean if they did. They did a great job turning being alone into a terrifying thing.

You were held back though. A hand grasping your wrist and pulling you into a tight hug. You immediately knew how it was, though some corrupted part of your brain was so angry at her for taking them away, most of you knew that you were safe now all thanks to her.

Larissa wasn’t one to give out hugs unless absolutely necessary, and clearly, you needed one. She allowed you to sob into her dress until you were out of tears. The comforting hold she had on you made you feel safe, comfortable.

“Let’s get you to my office. I think you deserve a lot more privacy than this.” And with that you followed close behind her, head hung low, twiddling with your thumbs up until you were sat on her office couch and she knelt in front of you.

“I know that you feel alone, and so scared right now. But I promise you will be safe, from them and from anything else. You’ll get friends and build everlasting bonds, healthy ones, those which don’t hurt you, ones you don’t have to fear.” Larissa was starting to question if she went about this the right way. You were distraught, complete opposite to what she assumed you would be.

“They were all I had, principal Weems. I don’t know what to do now.” You refused to look at her.

“I will be here for anything and everything you need, a hug or just some company or a hiding place. My job is to ensure your safety, and they, my darling, were not the one for you.”

You nodded and quietly asked, “Can I have another hug?”

Of course she immediately hugged you close, “Everything will get better now, it’s going to take time to get used to but I’m here to offer support, you will have everything you need”

“Thank you, principal Weems, for everything.”

“I would go through great lengths to ensure every single one of you kids is safe. I’m here to watch over and protect you and I do that job with great pride and so much love” you could hear the smile in her voice, she always spoke with so much adoration for her job and the students.

This wasn’t a burden or unwanted to her, it was exactly what she wanted, to provide for those who needed a home, a safe haven.

Obviously she was quite successful at this, since you finally felt in safe hands for once in the longest time.