#end the scums career love !!

[spiderbcby]

he’s a lil insane…. a lil feral…. a bit deranged and i love that for him

[mrsparrasblog]

You're losing me pt 4.

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TW: Drug use, mentioned rape, mention of violence, medic is the worst human on earth

Simon sat down next to Johnny on his bed, holding the Scotsman's hand while giving him a reassuring nod. "We have the whole day time."

"It's complicated."

"I will understand."

"Promise to believe me."

"Promise." Simon didn't know exactly what had happened or how Johnny got this way. He always admired Johnny for his confidence and the way he made everything seem so easy. Seeing his boyfriend like this broke his heart. He knew Johnny would never cheat on you; he loved you, everyone loved you. He remembered that one day Johnny got piss drunk on a mission and a bird approached him. He showed her pictures of you for 10 minutes, telling everyone he had the most beautiful lass on earth. This man wouldn’t cheat, especially not with her, definitely not his type.

Simon thought she had just gone into Johnny's bed at night, removing her clothes and gaslighting him that he cheated. But when Johnny told him everything about the drugs, about the rape, about the way she tried to blackmail him, he felt like he needed to throw up. He was too young to protect his mother from this. He couldn’t do anything when it happened to him. He didn’t know you when it happened to you. But this time, he was going to kill the rapist. "You’re a good man. Don’t let her manipulate you into something you aren’t."

"I feel like shit."

"This won’t go away easy, love."

"I don’t know what to do." And he really didn’t know. Everything seemed and felt so lost. Simon believed him, right? But what if she tells everyone he raped her? It will be over with his military career. After she pulled that stunt you wouldn’t believe him anymore. The look in your eyes almost broke him completely. This was wrong. It went too easy for her like she had done this many times before or had been planning this for years. It was too easy.

"Let me fix it for you, Johnny." He was determined to do this. Through his head already went 1000 ideas on how to kill her. But every way was too easy, too nice for her. Rip her head off. Sell her off to the black market so she will experience first-hand the crimes she did to others. Burn her alive. Many possibilities.

"Don’t kill her, Lieutenant."

"You know she will do it again. Not only to you but to others."

"Do you think she already did this?" Johnny fiddled with his wrist. The bracelet that you bought him to help with his ADHD was gone. It always calmed him. You told him how you searched through whole Etsy to find some gems that should calm him down. He didn’t believe this shit, but it indeed calmed him down since it reminded him of you. And right now, you were the only thing he needed. He needed you to tell him that he isn’t dirty, that he isn’t at fault, that he is a good man.

"Would explain why she was transferred so fast to us from her old unit."

"Fuck." This needed to stop. He couldn’t let that happen to more innocent people.

"Let’s talk to Price, then I’ll take care of her, and after that, we get our girl back." Simon missed you just as much as Johnny did. For a split second, he was afraid that you were mad and disappointed that he didn’t check on you. But that wasn’t the selfless girl he fell in love with. He knew you would understand if you only knew. He could already imagine how you would apologize even though you didn’t do anything wrong. You were different than the medic scum.

"Do you think she’ll take us back?"

"Yes, promise." He placed a small kiss on the shaved part of Johnny's mohawk, a small gesture that the Scot always loved. Simon always knew how to calm him down. With that, they left in the direction of Price's office.

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He woke up with an immense headache and the urge to throw up. John really drank too much the last few days, but this will end now. He will concentrate on you and the job again. You forgave him for lying, at least that was the last thing he remembered before you brought him to his bed. On his bedside table stood a glass of water and one of your self-made brownies with a small note. "Take care of yourself, bear." You always jokingly called him a bear because that was what he was to you. John was the big cuddly bear who always kept you safe.

He knew by the amount of alcohol he drank yesterday, he should probably head to the medical department for some meds. He would never tell anyone, though. He was a hypocrite sometimes, always letting the other hungover soldiers run miles to torture them for being so irresponsible to drink before training. But he could afford the luxury of taking meds against his hangover.

So John went to the medical. He was annoyed when he only saw her there.

"Hello, Captain." She smiled brightly, which made him almost throw up on the spot. There was always a difference between the real, sweet-like-a-cake, like his girl, and the artificial acting sweetness she faked. It was disgusting. "Is there another medic or nurse in here today?"

"No, sorry, Captain."

"I'll go then."

"Come on, Captain, be professional. What do you need?"

"Just something against my hangover." He can be professional and still respect you, right? You won’t be mad he talked to her.

"That was easy. I'll bring you something."

She came back, still with that creepy artificial sweet smile. In her hand was a glass of water with, judging by the displaced white particles, meds. "Just some pain meds against headache and dehydration. Drink up, Captain, and then stay here for 20 minutes for the next med."

John drank it up. After a few minutes of sitting in the chair, he felt his limbs tingle weirdly. This must be one of those side effects of the meds.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Weird name.

"Don’t call me that." He tried to leave, but it felt like his body didn’t do the things he wanted anymore like he was paralyzed.

"I wouldn’t do that, John."

"What was in there?" This can’t be fucking true. This is one of those weird drunk dreams.

"Oh, baby, just some mild paralyzer. Don’t worry, it only lasts three hours, and you can still talk. That’s great, isn’t it? Oh, and Viagra."

Fuck, this is true. This is how she got Johnny. She is fucking sick. "What do you want?"

"You know, I really tried to be nice, but you all only talk about her all the time, so I took matters into my own hands." She said as she slowly sat down on his lap. John tried hard to do anything, but he wasn’t able to move.

"Look, you’re a pretty girl. You don’t need us. There is someone who loves you." He tried to be nice, and use his words to come out of this situation, but she already removed his pants. He knew it was over there until he heard the sudden voices of Johnny and Simon. He knew she could never outsmart them, and she knew it too.

"Fuck, fuck," she screamed, gathering the remaining meds and her things. She ran out of the room the second she saw the door open.

"Fucking hell, Captain, you're okay?"

"That fucking cunt drugged me. Get a fucking nurse here." This all didn’t go like Simon's plan. It felt like she was always a step ahead of them.

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Kyle didn't notice any of the drama going on in medical as he used his time in the gym. Well, more of texting you instead of being productive, until.

"Fucking hell."

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Tag list: @littlechomper @ab12305 @darkangel4121

A/N: I know you are waiting for her downfall, it will come promise.

[mint-8]

Yandere Matchmaker x GN! Reader

- Yandere Matchmaker is in love with the idea of love. They are a hopeless romantic and wish to spread love in every corner of the world! So, for their career choice, they decided to work in a matchmaking agency to help others find their one true love!

- Yandere Matchmaker has had a lot of experience with romantic relationships, from the most toxic to the healthiest, from smooth as butter to hard and rough as a brick. But they've never found the ONE for them. Yandere Matchmaker has always had an itch within them, an unknown desire to monopolize and love their partner until death separates the two, a darkness deep within their soul that has always been there but never fully reaching the surface. Until you appeared, of course.

- Yandere Matchmaker first meeting with you started when your parents personally came over to the agency and requested a partner for you. Their child refused to go out with anyone, always keeping themselves holed up in their room, and they were desperate for grandchildren, so they figured that coming to the agency would be the most appropriate decision. Yandere Matchmaker was ready to talk some sense into your guardian's as to why forcing someone out of their shell to simply get married and have children already wasn't the most healthy, until they saw your picture.

- Yandere Matchmaker who fell in love the moment they saw your face. Some might say it was very superficial, but they couldn't deny that they have definitely fallen in love at first sight and needed to meet you immediately. Yandere Matchmaker is a smooth talker, thanks to their many years of dating around, so they convinced your parents to bring you to the agency to have a 'personal' interview and arrange the best possible bachelor or bachelorette for you (which was them, of course).

- Yandere Matchmaker who might as well be a love slave at this point. The moment you stepped into the agency, their gaze was immediately centered in your magnificent form. The way you awkwardly found their booth and clumsily introduced yourself... oh darling~! You are so perfect and sweet, cute, beautiful, and just the absolute best there ever was! Your voice is akin to one of an angel. Your shy eyes shine like diamonds and your smell! Oh... your smell... ♡

"Uhm... hello?"

"Oh, yes! Pleasure to meet you, sweetie. I heard you are here to find a partner, correct?"

"Yes... well, kinda? My parents forced me to come here..."

"Oh, darling... I see... well, no need to worry! I can assure you that I'll personally find you the best companion in existence! Pinky promise~♡"

- Yandere Matchmaker who asks you plenty of questions that are definitely necessary to find the best suitor for you! No ulterior motives, they swear! This, of course, will be archived in their newfound 'project': You! They will need to find every and any kind of knowledge about you so they will be able to mold themselves into the perfect life-long partner! Or best friend! Both work =)

- Yandere Matchmaker who purposely makes the process more long and complicated than the standard and manage to convince you to have a nice hang out with them in a nearby cafe so you two can totally continue to discuss your future companion and definitely not deepen your bond with Yandere Matchmaker. They will make it sure that you two become friends by the end of it =)

- Yandere Matchmaker who, 'coincidentally', happens to be into the same stuff you are interested in, have similar hobbies, and intently listen to everything you say! They will make you feel like royalty during the entirety of your business meeting date ♡. There's no need to keep your guard up, sweetie. They won't hurt you like those scum from the past, they pinky promise ♡

"This was an amazing outing, darling ♡"

"Y-Yeah... it was really fun"

"Hey, how about we trade numbers? That way, I'll personally contact you whenever we find a good match!"

"Oh... you don't have t-"

"We could even hang more if you want! I heard a pretty good movie is going to be premier tomorrow, we could totally go the two of us!"

"I'll have to check my schedule, but... it sounds nice, thank you :)"

"Oh, no need to thank me, sweetie. It's my absolute pleasure ♡"

- Yandere Matchmaker is playing the long game with you, with their first stretch goal met: becoming your best friend and confidante. You get to hang out with them outside of their working hours and whenever you have free time, and they happily mold themselves into the most supportive, sweet, and considerate person that you've ever met so as to get closer to you. They are attentive, understanding, and interested in everything that involves you! Although sometimes, in the back of your mind, you wonder how Yandere Matchmaker was able to enter your life in such a smooth transition... your parents love them and actively support your friendship, something that Yandere Matchmaker definitely didn't set up on purpose so as to make themselves the most eligible and perfect partner in your parents' eyes. No, that's crazy!

- Yandere Matchmaker who will be the best companion there ever was! They will protect you from danger or help you become stronger! Treat you like a small, delicate flower or like the sibling you never had! Shower you with gifts and hugs, or simply spend quality time with each other! Whether you need physical or verbal support, they will be there for it. Whenever you need their assistance, they will be there for you. Even if it's wrong, even if it's illegal, even if it's a matter or life or dead... they will do anything for their most beloved ♡

"I'll gladly give away my soul to the devil if it means making you happy ♡"

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, round 1, bracket two

Propaganda:

For Kiku:

She is almost 10 feet/3 meters tall and is a gorgeous trans woman and samurai, who is very loyal to her allies. She gets recognized as strong by the main character multiple times and proves it by being one of the most resilient badasses in the entire series. Helps break said main character out of the enemy's prison and takes part in a rebellion against the corrupt prison staff. She stands up to a tyrant who enslaved her country, said tyrant can also turn into a giant dragon. When the highest ranked sumo in the area is abusing class privilege and harassing both the townsfolks and her, she cuts his top knot off in public, effectively ending his career. Then after cutting the sumo's not knot, she uses her great acting skills to win the crowd to her side by playing the innocent maiden and being all "oh, no, what have I done?" (She knew exactly what she did >:) After her country is free, she also gets to enjoy being girly and mellow once everyone is able to relax, and everyone respects that side of her too. All of this at just 22 years of age, what a cool lady

She's a samurai who's great with a sword and she's also trans.

She is cannonically trans and is a very cool swordswoman!

Trans samurai!! Kenshi is gender neutral, but this is a swordsWOMAN

One of the most powerful samurai in her country, also a trans icon.

She’s canonically trans and awesome and pretty and she’s so tall! 🏳️‍⚧️

For Luo Binghe:

This boy not just studied the blade, he learned the blade FROM HIS CRUSH. And not only that but he actually has tons of symbolism around BOTH of the swords he wields over the course of the novel. His childhood sword gets broken when he's about to be thrown into his corruption arc, but the pieces are carefully preserved by his crush, and later he rebuilds the sword in question. Once he is fully freed from corrupting influence of his other sword, he uses this one again! It represents his inner goodness that gets broken, but is never really gone. The other is a cursed sword representing toxic masculinity that corrupts his mind and pushes him to harm himself and others. It gets destroyed in the end thru the power of gay love!

His sword is first broken symbolizing his trauma and loss of innocence when he is kicked into hell. Then his other sword, Xin Mo, which he finds in hell, represents toxic masculinity and he breaks it at the climax of the novel. It can also dimension travel and is evil.

Binghe has two different songs in this book and a complicated relationship with both of them. First there is Zhen Yang which breaks at a dramatic moment and is mourned over by his teacher/love interest "like a grieving widow". And then there's Xin Mo! His "golden finger". The most ridiculously overpowered sword in the world, it can even cut rifts in the fabric of the world. It also runs on sex and violence and drives him to madness which can only be cured by the aforementioned love interest sacrificing himself... or by sex!

[veeisdunn]

can you write something to do with exam stress, loneliness and suicidal thoughts (if you're comfortable with it) finals season is coming and it would comfort me a lot. could it be a tommy x sister reader? Maybe the reader is stressed about her exams and is being bullied in school. I really enjoyed your first two fics (the sh ones) and I would really appreciate this. Lots of love xxx

Bargain

Tommy Shelby x sister!reader

I'm sorry that this took so long! It is kind of ironic as I'm also going through this right now with my A-Level exams. I understand how dark things tend to be getting in these times and you sound like you've got a lot on your plate. I really hope you enjoy this, I made it especially for you! ♡

warning: suicidal thoughts and actions

WC: 3.6K

MASTERLIST

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

One day, though you couldn't remember when, the jokes stopped being funny. Your classmates were relentless - to them you were gypsy scum, the spawn of a criminal family. You used to laugh along but the taunting wore you down. 

It didn't help that you began to shut your family out as well. Ever since you passed the entrance exam at that God forsaken grammar school, you withdrew. Too much reading and research to tally up the betting books and mediate domestic disputes.

As you moved onto your final years of education, you saw a way out of your family's situation - if you got into university then you wouldn't need to join the family company or marry a rich man to escape. You could have your own career which didn't break the law.

Of course, in the 1920s, this was no easy feat for a woman - or anyone. Luckily for you, you were attending one of the best grammar schools in the country, but, though you weren't in poverty, you were at a disadvantage with your peers. Most of your classmates had options: they had a dad with a PhD, a legal family business or an arranged marriage with a wealthy man lined up in case they failed their studies.

The pressure seemed never ending. You needed this, there simply was no other option. You had to grapple with this reality as well as deal with the tormenting of your classmates and the fear that one of your family members would end up with a bullet in their heads. 

You didn't speak to anyone in your family about your crippling concerns. You didn't think they'd see the value in a university education - especially for a woman. 

School work distracted you to such a point where you didn't even notice Tommy's concerned presence shadowing you most days. He just kept popping up everywhere you went. 

School gate? Tommy.

Library? Tommy.

The kitchen at 3am? Tommy.

Did that man even fucking sleep? 

Eventually, you "confronted" him. You had a tradition of being in Charlie's Yard on a Friday night. You would sit and look into the water - laughing, crying, sometimes screaming in frustration. This was a solitary activity, but one particular Friday, Tommy was already waiting there for you.

"(Y/N)!, you're late!" He shouted across the yard, taking a puff of his cigarette with a cheeky grin.

Fuck’s sake.

You hurry your pace, slushing your boots in the mud making your way to the wooden dock. “What are you doing?” you call out, frustrated.

“Is a man not able to sit, eh?” Tommy shuffled over and gestured for you to sit. You just huffed in response and remained standing.

“Look, Y/N/N, I can leave if you want, but I just wanted to see you? You’re always buried in a book these days.” His tone turned more sympathetic. You relented and sunk down next to him.

“I can’t be long. I have an essay, Tommy.” You spoke timidly, you were mentally prepared to break down alone but now you had to hold yourself together.

“You have the weekend.” He turned to look at you but you turned away.

“No. I have more work for the weekend.” You choked and turned your body so you were facing away from his stare, “I have a lot of work to do. I’m bloody drowning in it Tommy.”

He took a deep, prolonged breath and discarded his cigarette. “I think, Y/N, I think you need to spend a lot less time on work. Aren’t your friends all out on a Friday night? Why don’t you join them?”

You scoffed. “Friends? No one wants to be friends with a gypsy, or a Shelby.”

This struck a nerve with Tommy, he was also both of those things, yet he was respected and you were isolated. “Yeah? Say’s fucking who?” 

“People at school.” “And why are you listening to them?” “Because - it’s just hard. You wouldn’t get it. I’m so fucking worn down.”

The man took another sigh, realising he was fighting an uphill battle. “Your classmates aren’t in Small Heath, you don’t need to prove yourself to anyone here, you know that?”

You shook your head rapidly “No. No Tom, I don’t care about my social life. If I don’t do well in my exams, I’ll never get into University. I need to go, I want it so bloody bad.” You were so engrossed in your emotions that you didn’t even feel the salty tears run down your cheeks.

Tommy was taken aback by your reaction. He couldn’t fathom why you were putting so much pressure on yourself. Of course, he would rather you made your goal something a bit easier than perfect grades, but then whatever you dream was became his by proxy. He had spoken to your teachers, they were certain you’d get the grades you needed. They had even mentioned your tendency to overdo things, but things weren’t nearly as bad at home at that time so he disregarded it. What a stupid mistake that was.

He was about to reach out to touch your hand, but you could feel the floodgates bursting, so you tried to leave. 

“Y/N!” He shouted, following close behind you.

Go away. Go away. Go away.

“Look, I didn’t fucking ask you to come here.” You snapped as he grabbed your arm.

“You didn’t need to. Your my fucking sister, you don’t need to ask. I didn’t want to be so blunt but you need to calm the fuck down with the books, ay?" 

"No. You don't understand." You shook your head adamantly , "if I don't do well in my exams, then what's the fucking point in anything anymore?" 

—

"So, how'd your chat with Y/N go?” Polly asked her nephew as the evening dawned.

He settled into the sofa and took a deep inhale, rubbing his cold, sweaty palms together. “She didn’t take it very well. She probably just came back here to study more upstairs.

Polly leaned forward in her seat: “she never came home.”

Shit.

“Did you upset her, Thomas?”

“I couldn’t tell you. She’s hard to get these days.”

—

Tommy thought little of her absence. The library closed at 6PM - she’d be home by 7.

7:30. Still no Y/N. 

He went to check your room to see if you’d slipped in and snuck to bed. Your room looked like it had been ransacked. Books, pencils, papers, and clothes covered every surface. Your bed was unmade and the curtains were drawn. It reminded the man of a house that had been robbed. The air was stagnant and cold.

On your bed, a book stood out to Tommy. It wasn’t a textbook or workbook, it was a small leather-bound diary with fraying ribbons pulling it shut. Without much thought, he settled down onto the bed and yanked the curtain open, amber sunset pouring in. The book felt heavy and the spine was stressed. He noticed that lots of other papers had been shoved between the pages.The edges of some were visible, your handwriting adorning them. He pulled the end of the matted ribbon firmly undoing the knot and allowing him access to what he came to realise was your diary. He flicked to the latest entry and saw it was dated for just the day before. He skimmed your scrawls: I will never be good enough, I just can't do it. I can't do anything anymore.

After freezing for a second he slammed it shut and threw it against the wall. He was fuming with the situation, and with himself. He knew you were struggling but he thought it was your need to prove yourself to your bullying peers - he could have never dreamed that you hated yourself this much.

Without much more thought, Tommy grabbed his coat and practically launched himself out of the door. He wasn't going to come home until he had you with him.

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After your altercation with Tommy, you found yourself back by the cut. Your emotions were always heightened there, you tried not to go to the part where your mother jumped in, that was usually reserved for the anniversary of her death, but for some reason your feet carried you down there. You never knew her and by the sounds of things, you were very different people. You didn't even know why she did what she did, you were too young back then to understand. One thing you did know was how she must have felt. The feeling of utter despair. The loneliness. 

You'd had a serious case of suicidal ideation since the start of your new school. In the back of your mind you always knew what to do if everything became too much. You had written letters to everyone and stuffed them under your pillow. You were ready. Perhaps tonight was the night?

This revelation almost gave you a twisted sense of euphoria. I don't need to go home again. I never have to write another essay. I never need to be called another name. No one will need to look after me. I can just end it all. 

These thoughts carried you to the edge of the water. You thought about how your mother would have felt drowning and freezing. Calm, hopefully. Release. 

You collected some large stones from the dusty mud around you and stuffed them in your coat pockets. You figured that being pulled down would make you go quicker. You knew that your brothers would be sad but you also knew that they'd move on. They'd done it once before, they could do it again. After all, they all had lives and you had nothing but stress and pain and anguish. 

Looking down into the gloomy water you could feel cool droplets splashing onto your face and mixing with your tears. The abyss was inviting, your doubtful thoughts that had stopped you in the past were whispering to you but you told yourself that you wanted this. You wanted this, right?

You took your shoes off and laid them neatly at the edge of the water. 

A leap. A splash. A scream.

Cold.

Then you felt someone grab you.

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Tommy had barely made it in time. He saw you, shoeless, on the edge of the cut. He could only shout and run after you as you descended into the water. Without hesitation, he jumped in after you and grabbed you. He tried to pull your body up to the surface with him but you were fighting him. Your coat was sinking first, weighing the both of you down, so he wrestled it off you. All either of you could hear was splashes and all you could feel was the paralysing blanket of cold.

Holding onto your wrists, he went up for air to gather strength, before diving back under to pull you up. You were barely underwater for a few minutes but the frigid water had knocked you out. Tommy paddled to the steps a few metres away from where you'd jumped and pulled his drenched body onto them. He wheezed and gasped for air then dragged you up the steps by your armpits. The water level was particularly low so the steps seemed to go on forever. He'd boarded boats from these steps but never did he think he'd be ascending them with your limp body.

Your breathing was shaky and erratic. Tommy was just glad you were breathing at all. He laid you down in the dirt and rolled you onto your side just in time for you to involuntary convulse and cough up water while he hyperventilated. He firmly patted your back as your lungs cleared. Despite the heaving, you were still unconscious. Your lips were going a dusky shade of blue and the skin around your eyes was darkening, either from the cold or the lack of oxygen, he wasn't sure. 

Tommy desperately tried to get control of his breathing so he could compose himself but his body was viscerally reacting to the shock of the cold water overwhelming his senses. He was in such physical anguish that his emotions had completely dulled. He'd honed the ability to turn his thoughts off while in the trenches and it often came in handy. 

His main priority was getting you warm and dry. He tried to drag you up but didn't have the strength in his cold and wet state. Instead he had to resort to shouting for help, knowing that there were Blinders at the entrance to the docks. A few of Tommy's associates came around the corner, their coats flying in the wind behind them and the group of them managed to carry you back to Watery Lane while your body continued to involuntary spasm due to the cold. 

Nobody else was in the house so Tommy flung your body on the floor in front of the fireplace and set a copious pile of logs on fire. He hunched over you and basked in the heat, ripping off his coat, hat, and suit and discarding them into a pile. After sitting for a moment shivering in a vest and underwear, he ran to the kitchen and grabbed a towel.

In the living room, you'd rolled over so you could be closer to the heat, you weren't entirely sure what was going on but you liked the feeling of the warmth against you.

He ripped your drenched shirt off you and tried to ring your hair out with the towel. You were mumbling something incoherent but he ignored it. Your body laid next to the fire as he dried himself off. 

You awoke when he accidentally knocked a book off the coffee table. Your body felt numb and you were extremely confused. He rushed over as you tried to roll away from the fire.

"Tommy?" you croaked, even more confused than you already were. What was he doing here? The look on his face then reminded you. He was drenched. You'd actually done it. You'd actually done it and he stopped you.

You ignored his demanding stare and sat up, coughing. You wheezed, holding your hands around your neck to reassure yourself that you weren't drowning. 

You didn't drown, but you were soaked to the bone. 

"What were you thinking, eh?" Tommy studied your startled expression, you couldn’t tell if he was mad, disappointed, or feeling sorry for you, "What the hell is going on with you?" 

You remained silent and refused to look up at him. 

"Y/N, what did you just do? And don't tell me that you fell. Your coat was full of stones." 

He was going to make you say it. Dick.

You could only think of two words: “I’m sorry.”

Tommy scoffed and sat down in front of you. “You’re sorry? You are sorry?”

Did he want to know why? “I’m sorry that you jumped in and got wet. You look cold.”

He was physically taken aback by your words. “The only thing you should be sorry for is not talking to me.” He picked up the towel and began to dry you, understanding that trying to reason with you in this state was no better than arguing with a brick wall. After your hair was no longer dripping, he brought you dry clothes and made you discard your wet ones in the bathroom while he pressed his ear up against the wall to listen to your every move.

Tommy was angry with himself. He’d sat back and watched the pressure on you accumulate, only realising when it was too late. You’d nearly died. Y/N. His baby sister. The girl he held as a baby. The girl he read bedtime stories to. The girl he taught to ride horses. The girl he loved unconditionally. It was fate that had just saved your life - he very easily could have looked for you somewhere else and that would have cost your life. The thought made his heart hurt. You’d nearly died. You’d nearly died. Before he’d even realised, he was crying against the doorframe as you left the bathroom. 

You tried to apologise again but he ignored you and wrapped you in the tightest hug you’d ever felt. He was scared to loosen his grip as he feared you would slip away. He cried gut-wrenching sobs into your shoulder. You gave in and began to cry as well. You couldn’t even figure out why. You were plagued with a viscous mixture of anguish and guilt - you were also still really fucking cold, the pair of your shivered in eachother’s arms. 

Tommy pulled away and stared directly into your eyes. Instinctively your gaze turned to break the exchange. You couldn’t stand his distraught stare, it made you want to vomit.

“Y/N” He took a deep breath, “I’m here now and I’m not leaving you ever again, so you better tell me what the fuck is going on inside that head, eh?” You gulped. Only one coherent thought was running through your head. “Cold.”

With those words, the pair of you were huddled next to the fire.

“I’m gonna fail, Tommy.” The admission slipped out.

He held back his rant he’d repeated to you countless times and let you continue. All he wanted to do was scream and shout, to tell you and the rest of the bloody street how talented and capable you are.

“I want to make something for myself just like you have but I can’t do it. I just feel like I can’t do anything right. If I’m a good person then why do people hate me?” You took shaky breaths to process the thoughts you’d aired. Tommy pulled you in so you were resting on his side while the fire crackled in front of you. He waited to say anything until he could be sure that you were finished.

“Look, Y/N. Some people in this world are just full of hate, they wouldn’t know kindness if it hit them between the eyes. You just want to make everyone happy but you can’t because some people are gonna fucking resist until they die. I’m so proud of you, Y/N, you have grown up to be a talented and smart woman. You will make a life for yourself as long as you remember that. If you want to do that through school then, by all means, go for it, but there are other ways. What you need is some time to rest, and you need to get away from that fucking school. You’re in your final year, just finish things off at home, I’ll get you a tutor or anything you need as long as you never go back.”

He leaned back against the sofa to physically recover from his speech. He couldn’t see your face but he watched as you curled your body into a tight ball and leaned in even closer to you.

“It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore. Everything is so dull. I’m not happy.” No shit. And then you began to cry for what felt like the millionth time.

He just held you and stared into the flames. “Shh shh, no, it’s alright. you’re fine, shh. No more anything for the rest of the weekend, Dr Shelby’s orders, alright?” You chuckled lightly while he remained serious,  “Over my many, many years, I’ve realised that if you work on something forever it never gets done well, but if you take enough breaks and are kind to yourself, it will get done. I can bet everything that you will become a strong and independent woman one day.”

After a few more back and forths, you spilling your negative thoughts and him retorting with a classic Tommy speech, the two of you fell asleep by the fire, the heat thawing the pain you’d both felt. Tommy came to the conclusion that you were simply too good for this world, but he knew you better than anyone and was certain it would all work out for you in the end.

The next morning, the pair of you made a deal that you would tell him about all the bad thoughts you were having and he promised he’d always be there to listen. After a few meetings with a doctor and your school, Tommy set you up a study area in his office. The two of you would work during the morning, eat lunch together, then you’d shadow him in the afternoon to - as he put it - “learn from the master”. 

You took time to reflect on the things that really mattered to you - not the things that really mattered to the girl who was hated by her peers and would have died for flawless grades - the things that mattered to you, Y/N Shelby. You cared deeply about those around you. Seeing how broken Tommy was after your attempt made you want to cooperate with him and your doctor to become well enough to live the life you so desperately craved. It was almost ironic that you’d nearly taken that opportunity from yourself.

You still had days when the light at the end of the tunnel faded and you’d again lose sight of your future, but keeping up with his side of the deal, Tommy was always there to coax you out of it. 

When you were younger, your brother taught you lots of things, and now he felt like he was giving you a final, important lesson. To learn to use your life, because he could so clearly see the potential you have.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[redhead-batgal]

can I request you do a Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a spider-like anti-hero that is infamous for getting on batman's bad side due to their methods (i.e. hurting bad people like r*pists, etc.) as well as criticizing him for his techniques, and Tim one day bringing them to the manor after a night of patrol and how the batfam reacts? [can you use 21, 8, 15, 28, 31, 32, 19, 35, 26, 17, 3, 1 & 25 from the neutral prompts; 23 from the angsts prompts; and 1, 27, 34 from the fluff prompts]

I'm so sorry this is pretty long, you can cut out any prompts if you'd like wefhsdkj anyways, have a nice day/night & I love your writing!

Pairing: Anti-Hero! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: "“Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face." ϐ3: "Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens." ϐ8: "FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” “They literally just breathed.” “It was a sigh and fuck you.” ϐ15: "Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, not in the slightest” ϐ17: "She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.” ϐ21: “You’re late.” “You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.” ϐ25: “You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” “Well, the light is broken.” ϐ26: “Get the fuck off of my car.” “Say please.” “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car” “that’s not very nice” “I’m done.” ϐ28: “And here I was thinking you were dead.” “As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.” ϐ31: “IS THAT A KITTY!” “Be quiet, we are supposed to observe and report!” “But the kitty…” ϐ32: “Shock me,” “I would but I’m afraid it’d kill you, old man.” ϐ35: “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.” “NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙34: “Damn you smell really nice.”

Content: Cursing, fluff, antics and Batfamily shenanigans. (This is technically what you asked for but also not. I just couldn't help myself with the chaotic batfam scenario sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!"

Word Count: 2,132

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Life is complicated, especially since people are so bizarre. They have the capability for good and, unfortunately, for evil. And evil tended to rein from what you had seen in life.

It was part of the reason why you decided to become a vigilante of sorts. Part of the reason why you went out in the middle of the night and fought for justice for those who couldn't fight back.

Batman and the rest of the bats wouldn't do what it takes to keep the people of Gotham safe. The vulnerable people of Gotham, the working girls, boys and in-betweens... the people who don't follow the social norms with gender and career.

You chose to help others in a way that the bats couldn't. Killing of course wasn't something you did, that would defeat your purpose. These people- how could you even call them people? These scum, needed to be taught a lesson. And you would make sure it got through, even if it meant you ended up with some bruises and broken bones as well.

This, of course, put you on the big bat's bad side. He didn't see you as an enemy, but he certainly didn't like your actions. However, this did not apply to all of the bats.

"You're late." He sighed.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back. Shrugging you smiled at him lazily.

“You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.”

He turned to you and a wicked smile slid onto your face. Even with his mask on you could see his seething glare. Rolling off of the heating unit, you flipped to land on your feet before walking towards him.

"Come on Red, can't you take a joke?"

Red Robin did not reply, and you sighed. Maybe you should have tried to take this more seriously. After all he wanted you to officially meet the rest of the bats.

"Alright," You began, "I'm sorry."

Red Robin sighed; eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head.

"Are you insane?"

Instantly speaking before he could continue, "Most likely?"

He laughed slightly and you bounced a bit before speaking once again, “Hmmm, what if-”

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face."

Hopping closer to him you leaned in and opened you mouth to say something, noting the slowly appearing smile on his face. Before opening your mouth, however you took a breath in, and words spilled from you.

"Damn, you smell nice."

He paused for a moment, and you met his gaze before smiling at him and leaning in even more. It hadn't been long since your friendship had officially morphed into something more and every little since of affection seemed to make Red Robin- Tim, it made him nervous.

“I honestly," You began looking at him a mischievous smile on your face, "don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”

He took a step back and you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Red? You want me to meet them because we're together, right?"

He didn't reply, in fact he looked away from you and you paused. All jokes aside you did love him. You did care about what he said and how he felt. It hurt a bit, him ignoring your question.

"Or" You began letting your mind speak before you thought it through, "do you want to know how they seem me before you decided how you feel?"

He paused again and you sighed, you knew he didn't always know what to say to your antics and fears.

"Please tell me that I'm wrong, Red. I-i want you to reassure me. Say things- things like... I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

He finally looked to you and nodded slowly. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards you, and you smiled.

"I do, I do. I'm- I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You asked watching as his hands fluttered and his body twitched.

"Yeah."

Moving so there was no space between you, you leaned against him.

"It's okay, I get it. If things don't go well, you can just say it's your rebellious phase."

Tim laughed and you smiled at him, grabbing onto his arm you began pulling him across the roof top.

"Come on lover boy, we've got somewhere we need to be."

It did not take long for the two of you to arrive at the vast estate of the Wayne family. Nor did it take long for you to reach the front door. Opening it, that was another matter though. Voices seemed to blast from within and you had to bite your lip to keep your composure.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens!" A voice yelled.

"As if you can do anything Thomas!" A younger voice replied, and you almost turned to Tim who sighed before yanking on the doorknob.

You peeked your head into the manor to see dimly lit rooms and straight ahead a tv screen blazing. Wandering in you found two boys sprawled across the couch just in front of the tv.

“Get the fuck off of my car.” The young Wayne boy, Damian remarked.

A controller pinned in his hands as he glared at another boy.

“Say please.” The other remarked and you recalled his name, Duke.

Damian glared before seething, “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Throwing the controller down, Damian shook his head scowling, “I’m done.”

"Where on earth did Robin hear that language?" You snorted.

"Jason probably," Tim sighed.

There was silence before a voice shouted in reply sending you into a pearl of giggles.

"You're one to talk pretender!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he gestured to the boys in front of the two of you.

"These are some of my family members. Duke is a daylighter so you probably haven't seen much of him, and you already know that Damian is Robin."

Duke looked up before blinking a few times, you smiled and waved, and Duke's face went blank as he waved back. Damian raised his head for a second spotting you and scoffing.

"Hello, L/N. Still wasting your time with Drake I see."

Tim's hands were on your make moving you towards the kitchen as your jaw dropped at Damian's comment. Clearly, he did not want to deal with his younger sibling today.

Tim pushed the kitchen door open and sitting on the counter a carton settled in her lap was an unfamiliar girl. She blinked before smiling upon noticing the two of you.

'Hi' She signed, and you tilted your head.

"This is Cass, you probably know her as Black Bat though."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you looked to Tim your jaw dropping. Her? Black Bat? Wow. You had been dying to meet her.

"Wow," You breathed out stepping forwards, "Uh Hi! I'm Y/n. Woah, yeah uhm sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and- and I'm a big fan."

Cass blinked; her pale cheeks being tinted with the slightest pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear hiding part of it from view. Suddenly, she quickly began signing and you shook your head trying to keep up but being unable to.

"Huh, yeah. You're right Cass. I should show them the cave." Tim muttered, he then looked to you and weakly smiled, "Do you want to see the bat cave?"

You nodded rapidly. While you wanted to stay and talk with Cass, you doubted you'd be able to keep up an actual conversation and you really didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, this way. And just down the stairs."

“IS THAT A KITTY!” Spoiler's voice echoed through the comms.

“Be quiet," Batwing hissed "we are supposed to observe and report!”

“But the kitty…”

A sense of surprise raced over you. You really didn't expect to hear things like that. You were almost certain that patrols were serious and yet, here was Spoiler surprising you. Continuing your descent, you made it to the bottom of the stairs to find an unmasked Batman at the computer with a civilian Red Hood behind him waving his hands.

"Shock me." Bat- no Bruce sighed.

"I would but I'm afraid it'd kill you, old man." Red Hood snorted.

You laughed and he turned to you before laughing as well, “And here I was thinking you were dead.”

“As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.”

Bruce ignored the two of you, eyes locked on the screen and Red Hood- no Jason, looked at you.

“Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” He said reaching his fist out, "right?"

"If anyone's like a villain between the two of you it's gotta be Y/N." Bruce mumbled.

"What? Why? I was a drug lord and killed tons of people." Jason questioned his nosed scrunched up in confusion.

"They castrated a man in broad daylight," Was Oracle's calm response that echoed through the cave cleaving it into silence. A smile nearly jumped onto Jason's face as he turned to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No," Tim sighed, "not in the slightest.”

"You castrated a man?"

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you waved your hands spitting out a defense, "He was using his dick for bad things! He deserved it."

"It was more than one, and you are now wanted." Bruce Wayne sighed rubbing his temples.

Your reply was instant, “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.”

“NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” Tim bellowed turning towards you his eyes wide.

A sheepish grin was on your face as you batted your eyes at him, and Tim let out a groan. Shaking his head, he gestured towards the stairs.

"I think we're done with the Batcave."

You sighed before scowling and moving towards the stairs. However, before you could even raise your foot to the first step you heard Bruce Wayne's booming voice.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you keep making Tim happy."

Looking over your shoulder you smiled brightly, meeting the bat's face before nodding.

"Oh, trust me. I will."

Jason burst into a fit of laughter and Tim suddenly was pushing against your back and forcing you up the stairs. You had just made it into the hall when, yet another bat began coming your way.

“You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” Harper remarked a phone tucked into the crook of her neck.

“Well, the light is broken.” You heard someone reply and you sighed.

Harper turned to look at you before her eyes lit up, "Gotta go, I'll see you later."

She then abruptly hung up before spinning towards you and Tim. She pointed at you and then at Tim her eyebrows raised. Shaking her head, she smiled brightly.

"FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” Harper exclaimed.

Tim looked to her an eyebrow raised, “They literally just breathed.”

“It was a sigh and fuck you.”

"She is my favorite sister.” You snorted.

Harper looked at you confused, “I’m not even your sister.”

You smiled before turning towards Tim, “Not yet.”

A delighted look appeared on Harper's face as she looked you over before turning towards Tim.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well-" You began a wicked grin on your face.

Tim grabbed your arm and began pulling you towards the door, "I think that's enough for tonight. Bye Harper!"

Harper giggled in reply and Tim continued pulling you towards the door. Only to be stopped by a request from Alfred Pennyworth.

"I do hope that you will bring Mx Y/N for Sunday dinner Master Timothy. It will be a far better setting for them to get acquainted with everyone."

Tim sighed, his head hanging as you held back a laugh. He nodded and half turned towards Alfred with his hand weakly waving.

"Of course."

"Goodbye Alfred!" You shouted causing the butler to turn towards you a small smile on his face.

"Farewell Mx Y/N. I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening!"

You continued to wave as Tim pulled you out the door. Finally, the door closed, and Tim let out a haggard sigh.

"So," You began causing him to look at you, "Sunday dinner? I'm pretty sure I didn't get to meet everyone after all."

Tim closed his eyes before pressing his hand to his face, "Damn it."

Another giggle escaped you and you grabbed onto his arm patting it slightly before shaking your head a smile stretched across your face.

"Damn it!" He said again and you laughed.

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@andromedaj2003 @daemonnix96 @zvtanna @masset-fotia @thomasbeloved @sskai @krswrites

[scummy-writes]

Scum talks about OCs

In this I'm just going to go over my Ocs in sections of their own. I'm not really using a special Oc template, I'm just talking about them and what fics they appear in, because to be blunt, I do write 'reader inserts', but some fics are written with these ocs in mind even if they're not detailed out specifically.

I'm just chatting about for fun, this will not change how I write currently. I would not expect fanfics about these characters specifically.

Amélie - Drawn by @beni-draw-ikemen-please. (Full picture is her in a chair with Isaac sittin on the arm of it, and Arthur resting his head on her lap <3 I love it)

Anju, made with a Picrew here. I think her expression is a bit too gentle here, and she would mainly wear warmer yellows or cool toned blues, not the shirt in the image.

SS from Prince of my WIP OC for it, since she's fuckin impossible to make on picrews. Her current name is Constance.

I am honestly surprised people showed some interest in this, so bear with me through my bumbling please. A lot of these say 'mc' but they are 'reader insert' fics still. Previous fandoms had 'mc' interchangable with 'reader' so...

If you have any questions, feel free to ask, just know I might not have all the answered.

╰❧ Amélie

Amélie has been around for a few years, and Beni has been a saint for letting me comm her to draw her. Because of this, I was able to make a character profile for her Here. Additionally, a much older one Here that details some vague things about her past, and including her past with Sebastian (Childhood friends).

-> Fanfics she has been 'in': Breathless Discoveries (Isaac/Mc), Mental Gravity (Isaac/Mc), Blessed Accidents (Isaac/Mc), Exercise in Restraint (Isaac/Mc), Temptations (Arthur/Mc), A Helping Hand (Arthur/Mc), His (Theo/Mc), Playful Punishments [vaguely] (Isaac/Mc/Arthur), Midnight Impulses [Vaguely] (Isaac/Mc/Arthur), Musings (Isaac/Mc), Oral Prompt with Isaac, First Steps (Isaac/Mc), The Talk (Isaac/Mc), The Shirt Thief (Isaac/Mc), Isaac Overworking (Isaac/Mc/Arthur), Awkward Dates (Isaac/Mc), and likely some other small drabbles I have missed...!

─❧ Summary: (Brief mentions of abuse/SA/Trauma but not explicit details)

A lot of her general background is covered in the second character profile I linked above. It sounds vague, and well! That is because it is a bit traumatic. I don't want to gloss over the fact that she has been through a lot, primarily SA, but I don't like focusing entirely on it to where that is the Only thing about her. Her previous job was ... an 'idol'? I never fleshed it out fully, due to self embarassment, but I wanted her to be a singer with a 'small' following, who got connected with shitty producers and signed a contract way too young without understanding the full implications of it, which caused most of her money to not actually be Hers. Due to her parents strongly against her career choice, going as far as rushing a contract ended up having her cut off from her family. With Sebastian gone, her support network disappeared completely.

She Vaguely goes over this in Patchworked Pieces (be mindful of tags), which was supposed to be a full fanfic detailing her story, but I am not meant for long fanfics at all so I posted what scenes I had typed enough with. on the chapter On Failed Attempts, she details a bit more of her experiences.

How she met Comte was through the normal opening of visiting the muesuem. She did it under distress and wanting a distraction, she was weighing options and considing some pretty awful things! I like to think Comte could tell she was beside herself and trying to calm down a little. I like to think he could sense the distress and the thing she was contemplating, and led her back to the mansion.

Which! Is rocky. She's terrified of everyone, until she sees Sebastian, and he helps ease her into her mansion life. She never tells Sebastian what she went through, due to worries and fears that he would manage to blame himself. So in her story, he never finds out.

Isaac is the primary person who knows some details, but not everything. She'd tell both him and Arthur some bare minimums, just so that when things got intimate, her panic attacks for 'random' reasons wouldn't make them believe it was because of them.

As for how they all entangle with each other? Well... Amélie is not what brings them together, necessarily.

Before she arrives, Arthur attempts to get close to Isaac. It is platonic at first, perhaps he had a crush on him but waves it off. But alcohol is introduced, they start 'drinking' together (Isaac is still a lightweight so he barely builds up his tolerance, mostly keeps Arthur some company), and...They get too tipsy and adventurous with each other. Arthur gets ashamed immediately. Not out of doing things with another man, because it was clear he was using Isaac to get over some trauma. So he avoids, hides, and their friendship crumbles.

And after that is when Amélie stumbles into the mansion.

Her friendship with Isaac is the most prevelant. And after getting on a better start with Arthur, they end up slowly getting entangled with each other. Isaac, unfortunately, deals with the brunt of her panic attacks. Finds scars, attempts to heal them.

It's through healing that they all twine together. Helping each other face their traumas, face what happened between them all.

Ironically, her love for singing was bounced in and out of the story. I wanted a few scenes where she tries to play in one of the many secluded rooms in the mansion- finds an old piano while cleaning, places a few notes. But I don't think she'd be able to any time soon. I think she would need a break for a year or two, before she started exploring music again. Or anything super creative.

I like to imagine that she is friends with a majority of the residents. When she is faring better, she paints with Leonardo and Vincent. She listens to Mozart play, reads what Dazai and Arthur write, so on so forth. I want her to live in a house with Arthur and Isaac, later on, visiting the mansion weekly or every two weeks, happy with her new life.

Sometimes I pair her with Theo, because I think they could help each other, but I think she is fated to be with Isaac and Arthur.

In AUs, I like to imagine Anju as her older friend. Anju does not tolerate a lot of bullshit with Amélie, and would be a bit like a guard dog. But. an unassuming one. She would treat Arthur very harshly until he proves himself. (I am unsure if I ever posted it, but I wrote a few chapters to go with This Au Fic for Isaac week. The second chapter, Anju was supposed to be a witch to help Amélie out after some events [was gonna have Isaac die and then it turn into a reincarnation au thing where they meet again in modern day, and in modern day Anju was gonna be around], and Anju has to help her move forward.)

I've been typing this on and off for a few hours and I am struggling with some details HAHA for now, I will stop here. She's the one OC that has a lot out there for her.

Oh. Amélie is not her 'real' name, but it is now. I am unsure if it is in poor taste or not, but in an attempt to heal she abandoned a lot of her old life. Not Herself, but trying to let go of the past until she could confront it more. She goes by Amélie until the end of her days, and only Sebas and likely Comte know her old name.

╰❧ Anju

-> Fanfics she's been 'in': Training Theo (Theo/Reader)

─❧ Summary: (Vague mentions of parental issues)

OoooOOoooOh Anju....anju....wails.

She is such a complicated Oc for me. She was originally for Shingen in ikes*n (i dont want this on the tags on accident). I still debate if the character she is now still stems from that relationship or not. Because if so, that means she left the past and came back to the present because her and Shingen didn't work out. Not in a TERRIBLE way but probably a sad mutual understanding.

It's either that, or she's just pretty sour from general past relationships not working out.

I like to imagine that she is in her thirties, and that she lives in a neighborhood where everyone knows each other in friendly ways. She is a 'seamstress' just due to how Sengoku has that set up for the Mc. I decied that her grandmother taught her how to sew, and her grandmother owned a small shop to repair peoples clothes and sew clothes for commission as well (i know nothing about how this works so). She would help her grandmother at her shop, and later on when her grandmother passed, she would take over the shop.

As for her parents, I never fully fleshed them out. I just know her mother was constantly comparing herself to other children/people around her, and that their relationship dissolved to the point of Anju refusing to aknowledge her as a mother any longer. The crux of this would cause Anju to move the shop to a different location completely to sever ties. (not move physically, but open another shop elsewhere after funds were saved with the same name).

For Vamp, she relocates her ass to France for Reasons. And here is where it is... well. I don't think a shop like this could exist, but i wish it would. pls spare me from laughs HAHA

The shop I always imagined is the type where the ground floor is the shop, and upstairs is where Anju lives. So upstairs would house her kitchen, living room, and Bedroom and bathroom, a balcony connected to the kitchen would be. great. Lower floor would have the shop, her sewing area, a room to hang up comms and etc, and the 'front' of the shop. Front of the shop is the porch and the actual like...foyer area....of the shop.

She spends a lot of her time sitting in the foyer area at a desk, if she is not actively working on sewing. .....I like to imagine she has a small sitting area set up there for people (children, family, friends, partners, etc) waiting while whoever she is working on measurements and etc with is getting their stuff. With....a lil coffee/tea area....very very small like a coffee maker and some stuff....but cozy vibes... (and she wanted a coffee machine near her while working).

She'll sit on the porch often in the mornings while waiting for customers or going through shop bills and whatever, and that is how she meets Arthur in a modern day setting. By him taking 'Vic' (or whatever pet he is on now) on a walk, Vic escaping, and running up to Anju because he wants pets HAHA.

For first meeting, Anju thinks Arthur is cute, but recognizes the fuckboy tendances. However, i feel like at this point of living as a vampire for so long, Arthur wouldn't be how he is in the game currently. As in, not entirely as self destructive and a smidgen more at peace with himself, but still has the tendencies. She doesn't think too much on the meeting, loves Vic though, and goes from there...

But Arthur doesn't. He gets hung up on her a little, and finds excuses to run into her a bit more. Nothing crazy, but primarily just walking Vic by there and seeing if he can catch her on the porch again, waving, exchanging greetings and pets for Vic. It would turn into him eventually finding an excuse to get some clothing mended, which she can very easily tell is bullshit, but she entertains it because... he's respectful the whole time. She enjoys the company and the innocent flirting.

It comes to a clusterfuck when they spot each other at a bar though. Where he sees how differently she's dressed, where it's clear she's looking for one night stands and nothing else. (He is also alarmed at her smoking HAHA). Arthur doesn't do much with this information, but she immediately tries shutting him out because. Well, she isn't ashamed to have casual sex with others, but she doesn't want the fuckboy tendancies to come back for him. She doesn't want this fake relationship to delve into sex and nothing more. So she puts up walls, and Arthur has to slowly take them down. And it is a rocky thing, because Anju is so independant and refuses to rely on anyone else, so it's a LOT of trouble HAHA a lot of dramatics.

They do fuck, because well they both enjoy sex so why not!!!!! but ah. it's complicated. I think I have a scene of that somewhere. I cannot remember if I have that happen before or after him visiting her home/shop at night when he's drunk. I think it was before.

But Arthur was supposed to go to her place, drunk, because she has such a schedule with her shop/hobbies that it's easy to piece together that she's home, and she essentially lets him stay over in pity because he's wailing about messing up his friendship with Theo.

From there it turns into awkward, more up in the air things. I played with her getting with Arthur only, Theo only, Arthur and Theo, or even Vincent! But the Arthur/Theo subplot would have been too similar to the Isaac/Arthur one in Amélie's story. (Sorry for causing you so much distress, Arthur).

I like to imagine her in her shop. Arthur flirting with her while the neighborhood granny laughs at her attempts to ignore the flirting.

╰❧ Constance

-> Fanfics she's been 'in': Sinking (Gilbert/Reader) [Descriptions of Self Harm], First Time (Gilbert/Reader), Chev comforts Mc

─❧ Summary: (Mentions of self harm, abuse)

Constance....! Is still a running name. I may change it, I may not. I'm unsure about her appearance, I know I want her to have the split hair and to dress in similar colors though, but her eyecolor I am so conflicted on...

But...! Her story is still being fleshed out, and she has changed a lot. She is now strictly for Gilbert, whereas she was supposed to be a flexible oc for either Clavis or Gilbert. (Maybe she still could be?)

So far, her story is still like Emma's so far. her and Rio friends for years, Akatsuki taking her in, etc. In my mind, she doesn't know who her parents are and is somewhat in peace of that.

I've bounced around a lot with her though, to where the Rio and Akatsuki being in her BG makes little sense. i've wanted her to be someone who writes and sings, but does not preform and instead has a friend that preforms for her. Where they have private sessions of Constance singing and exampling some of the dancing to her friend, and later on watching her friend preform the songs and bringing her visions to life. (i like this a lot but it feels...odd.)

I want her carrying a notebook around the palace, filled with her drawings and songwriting. Far in the journal, there is drawings of Gilbert- not because she knows him, but because long before she saw him slinking around Rhodolite and drew him out of facination of how he looked (did not piece together he was a Scary Dude). (would add a lot of fuel to fire if anyone saw those drawings COUGHS)

In another bouncing, I have her as a secret wrtier/artist that writes songs that are never preformed. I thought it would be funny if she wrote the erotica that Jin apparently reads??? I can never fgure out if thats canon or not because i never see it Mentioend in the game.

In both possible backgrounds for her, she is still a quiet and reserved person who suffers from a lot of depression, and struggles with herself a lot. The two toned hair was for fun at first, but now I'm realizing it would probably be a good symbol for her inner issues. How she has a lot of 'darkness' inside of her, that she feels disgusted by and upset with, while there is a purity she wishes she had (but fails to come to terms with how that is unreasonable).

To be paired with Clavis, she was supposed to be much more shy, and his antics were supposed to draw her out of her shell more.

But now it's more solidifies that she will be primarily paired with Gilbert due to the purity/darkness thing. She is a little dramatic in her thoughts with that, and is now a bit more serious toned rather than her shyness being played for antics.

She believes Gilbert over his refusal to 'lie', and that draws her in a lot.

Discussion of self harming/SA, when text is blue I am finished.

Something I am struggling with is that with many Ocs, i often have them go through some sexual trauma just due to it being an outlet for myself (i have also had sexual trauma). This may be why you see some themes of this in some fanfics I write, where there is something the reader is struggling with sexually and the suitor is extremely patient with them- it's usually tied to stuff like this (unsure of how obvious that is since no one ever says anything! which feels like an act of kindness, if it is obvious).

For her, I am struggling with adding that into her background as something that is fairly recent with her. Rio doesn't know, she refuses to tell him, and his fondness of her and constantly...hm...i don't mean this poorly, but building her up to be so 'perfect' sometimes causes a lot of issues when she reflects on herself, and she uses those words against herself often.

I don't know if the self harm would be. Due to that SA event or not. I don't know if this is soemthing that has plagued her for years, or if it spiked as her emotions got out of control.

Gilbert would not know. I don't really care if JP spoilers suggest otherwise, as there are already hints that make it clear he doesn't know Everything (he just knows a Lot). A lot of their relationship would be them struggling with self harm and the SA. A lot of her trust gets put into him (even if she dislikes it), because he doesn't lie to her like others do, and it is a comfort. (blah blah gilbert does lie blah blah)

It's hard to explain their relationship. I assume i'll have more figured out as his route comes out. Right now, she's who I imagine when I write some stuff with him, but not all of it.

With Clavis, the relationship would have been more healthy, and so would she. I think she would still struggle with both things, as it could be used as a mutual understanding when they discuss needing to be loved fully and not half-heartedly.

That is a rough gist of what I have for her? I have been typing this for hours and I am running out of steam.

Annnd....That is that! At least for now. Another detail I will share for all of them is that they are all bi :) All my ocs are always bi.

Again, you guys are free to ask questions. I may update this over time as well. I don't really want criticisms for my ocs though since you guys don't actually deal with them past them popping up as the voice for some reader insert fics. they just sorta rot in my brain and I get comms of them at times.

[capn-liz]

Lizzie? Lizzie what the fuck happened, do you really hate Chip now?

What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened.

Gods, sometimes I forget you're on here and alive.. But- what do you mean do I really hate Chip? And what do you mean now? Of course I fucking don't. I despise her. She's ruined everything I've ever loved. She killed you- and everyone on the Black Rose. Well, she tried- but she must so pathetic and incompetent she didn't even do that right. And I can bet you all my gold she had a hand in Ava's death, and now- Edyn's. She's going to burn for what she's done, and when I'm through with her, she's going to feel all of the pain she put me through. Navy scum. She and all those assholes in the Navy are gonna pay. If I find her ass when I go to get Edyn, I'm going to end her Navy career, and her life, permanently. She thinks she's so high and mighty, pretending to be a pirate now, well she, and maybe even all the Riptide Pirates, can go to Hell. And now-- And now she's traveling all over the world to find you, because she knows your alive, and finish the job. Stay weary of that Navy bastard, Arlin. She's not what she seems.

[bridgeportbritt]

It only took a matter of months for things in Pendula View to unravel. The Goths hit the already poor villages with higher taxes seemingly out of nowhere. Businesses started struggling, families were barely getting by, and food became more and more scarce. Many citizens had to work more (often for the very wealthy) to make ends meet leaving no time to visit the church. Just as the Goths wanted.

While most accepted their fate, others questioned it.

William: How was your day, my love?

Ophelia sighs: It was alright. I got word that my family will be away a while longer. My poor mother has fallen ill on their travels. With the cost of medicine, they can't possibly make their way back.

William: I'm sorry to hear that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help?

Ophelia: Just you being here with me is enough. It gets lonely in this house without them. How was your day?

William: I wish I could put a smile on your face, but my tale is similar in sorrow. Multiple folks have cancelled orders at my shop and every metal and wood material I need for lasting orders has gone up in price.

Ophelia: Oh, I'm so sorry, William.

William: It seems as though this is the case for everyone in the village. Even villages yonder. No one can manage under these new conditions.

Ophelia: Yes, the tavern is quieter each evening. Even the bard leaves earlier and earlier. What's the point of hanging 'round when there's no one to tip ya'?

William: This is simply not fair. How are we to go on like this?

Ophelia: Maybe this is only for a short while, my love. We have to hope it gets better.

William: But, that's what we always do. We hoped it would get better time and time again. Hope is not on our side, dear.

Ophelia: Perhaps not. But I'm not sure what else there is to do. Have you heard back from the Guard? I'm told it's quite a lucrative career.

William: Yes. They won't accept me. They find my injury too great for military service. As if it holds me back from anything else.

Ophelia: I, for one, know your injury does not hinder you one bit. The Guard will come to regret their decision.

William: Thank you, but to them I'm nothing more than peasant scum on the bottom of their boot. I'm better off out of the Guard. I can't look down upon my own people in such a way.

Ophelia: You're much too good for that.

William: I just wish there was something useful I could do. I hate to see people suffering like this.

Ophelia: That is one of the many reasons why I love you, William. You always want to help people. Trust me, you do more than you realize. Your spirit lifts everyone up the moment you walk into a room.

William chuckles: Ah, I'm sure I'm just putting them on edge.

Ophelia: Not at all. People respect you, William. They care about what you think.

William: Perhaps. Thank you for the vote of confidence.

Ophelia: Of course. Shall we retreat to the bed?

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[youremyheaven]

I’m a Chitra girly. I’ve been a virgin for 22 years. (All my life basically) I do have urges where I wouldn’t mind having one-night stands, but I want it to be with someone I trust for my first experience. Although, I’m kinda over it now because I just wanna experience s*x. I’m getting older!! 😫 Also… I wouldn’t mind using my body to get what I want, but I obviously never done that. (yet 😜) It’s just a thought, like for example I rather have s*x with a sugar daddy or a ceo to boost my career instead of having s*x with a flop ass dude. My mentality is that instead of giving myself for a “normal” dude, I rather just use my sexuality for my benefit. Like, women get slut-shamed for using their sexuality to get where they are. Like don’t hate the player, hate the game.

i feel like a lot of Martian women think this way. they either hate men and sex or they use it to their advantage.

so many women famous for their sex appeal (Marilyn Monroe, Brooke Shields, Adriana Lima, Denise Richards) have Mars ruled naks but they've either avoided men and used their sex appeal to their advantage or really suffered in love and romance.

even though you say you wouldn't mind sleeping your way to the top, I feel like Mars women are better at seeming sexually enticing than actually sleeping around to get their way, yk?? everybody wants them but no one can have them type stuff?

the reality is that life is not a movie and men in powerful positions are often complete assholes. if things were so simple, then we'd surely have more women making $$$ and being girlbosses but that isn't the case. things seldom go well for women who choose this option bc at the end of the day sleeping with rich assholes is 100x harder than actually doing the work you need to get ahead. everybody is all about casual sex and using their body to make moves until they've been treated like scum by some asshole who uses them and is left in the dust. bc trust me, rich men will treat you like you're a cum dumpster

ill say this again and again, casual sex is a myth. there is nothing cAsuAL about this arrangement. men want a sex doll and a babysitter who will do all the things expected of a girlfriend without returning anything. its literally just a way for them to use women and get away with it as you cant be the bad guy if you aren't even in a relationship. dating apps and porn have ruined the game.

the biggest flaw in the way Mars women think is this tendency to believe that they have no emotional attachment to sex so it doesnt mean anything to them if they can just bang someone for the heck of it. BBG ITS A JUNGLE OUT THERE,,, the most worthless you will feel is when you realise how little you mean, sexually or otherwise to someone. you may not be emotionally attached to sex but you will suffer emotionally from disrespect you endure.

i dont mean to sound like im from the 1950s or anything but trust me, if a man is only attracted to you sexually, he will immediately lose interest in you once you bang. and those monkey brained assholes are def the ones who dont deserve to experience your body. pussy trapping a guy into being with you is a delusional lie.

edit: since you're a virgin you should be extra careful bc men go ape for virgins 😶‍🌫️ but tbh some guys won't fck with you bc it's too much responsibility as men often think women fall in love with their "first" (there is some truth to this tbh)

[fantasticharmonymiracle]

Let me say that I have infinite respect for @thelastaerie for providing us with a ton of fantastic and masterfully written fics about Kay and Marc's love story, truly. However, the entire fandom needs to be true with themselves and realise that if Freier Fall was irl Kay would never, EVER even consider getting back with Marc.

Let me elaborate:

Marc was definitely in love with Kay especially towards the end of the film but that doesn't mean he loved him because he never made the effort, as we know, and never saw Kay as his first choice. He technically was Plan B in case Bettina, which she did, didn't take him back. As romantic as we want to paint it, it doesn't put a good foundation for yet another toxic fling almost fifteen years after.

Also, very problematic is the fact that Kay pursued Marc in a questionable way like in the woods. I didn't hear any consent being given for that hand job or whatever happened (haven't seen the film in a while) and also, Kay clearly saw that Marc was basically married and with a baby on the way. It's not ethical at all to go after a taken man, regardless of the fact that you think he's a closeted gay man and you feel the itching urge to play the saviour angel and drag him out of the closet. I feel like both of them would realise it was certainly a heated time of their life but also not the best to jump back into and bring back chaos into their existence.

Bettina, she's a boss BUT that shower scene I cannot stand to watch, it feels way too violent and if a sequel happens I'm not sure how they should deal with the whole co-parenting deal without addressing that bit.

On top of this all, they may be both men but the punches they threw at each other are not acceptable whatsoever irl. It's not sexy nor a sign of true love. It's plain violence and a cheap substitute for grown-up talk. I get it, in films one has to emphasize emotions to draw the audience in but if I was Kay and I had Marc beg me to get back together... Like fuck I would after that and after I was literally thrown under the bus to save his sorry ass.

In terms of character as well, Kay comes across as a weirdly crafted excuse to drag the plot cause a wannabe cop smoking weed and taking ecstasy is surely "attractive" on camera but doesn't make sense in the real world. Why would you pick police as your career choice? Conquering the enemy from the inside is surely not gonna last that long, innit? This being said, considering the wild nature of Kay I doubt he'd fit well with Marc, even after his potential development and acquired emotional intelligence. I see older Kay as an accomplished something in whichever field having the time of his life in Berlin, or just a deranged junkie somewhere in Germany. Certainly, if we go with option 1, not one that would lower his standards for Marc, still. He wouldn't slow down for him again after being treated like shit.

Irl Marc would probably see the experience as an awakening but it wouldn't do a 180 on him, he'd still be the Stuttgart cop who now admits to himself he likes blokes OR would have a massive identity crisis, drop out of police and have a very hard time for the next 10/15 years, still not good unless we want a Trainspotting kinda love story (meaning the hopeless, scum of the earth vibes).

To end this rambling, not a good match but good entertainment. Certainly magical to read fiction about them because they allow so much freedom for the imagination.

Ps. @thelastaerie PLEASE do a fiction inspired by their other films together (wink wink that military one I can't watch because ffs I don't speak German -yet)

Apologies if this post is utter shite, I'm in the back of a moving car about to chunder and can't put my thoughts into coherent sentences. The main idea is somewhere round here.

[seidenbros]

Breaking the Ice - Chapter 8

Pairing: Wylan van Eck x Jesper Fahey

Summary: “Knight in shining armour company, you’ve come to the right place to be saved from any kind of social gathering,” Jesper’s voice sounded on the other end. “A knight, hm? Would love to see you in that kind of costume,” Wylan said, smiling to himself as he looked in the mirror. “If you want to see me in that, you only need to ask, darling. But I think it’s quicker if I come rescue you the way I’m dressed right now. ‘Cause that’s why you’re calling, right? I can hear the music in the background.” “Yes… that’s why I’m calling,” he said with a sigh, opening the top buttons of his shirt, because he was so warm. “You offered and… I maaaaay have had a bit too much to drink. And there’s this guy who wants to drink and dance and-” “I’m on my way.”

Warning/Tags: POV Jesper Fahey, POV Wylan van Eck, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe - Figure skating, Hockey Coach Kaz Brekker, injuries, Jan van Eck is the scum of the Earth, sexual content, implied child abuse

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Wylan didn’t want to be here. Of course, there were some people around that he liked, that were a joy to talk to, and he was even able to have a wonderful conversation with one of the news reporters, whom he’d known all of his career. Off the record of course, since she wasn’t here on official business. What he couldn’t deal with, were all the people who praised his father in front of him, who told him that they envied him for growing up in a house like this with someone as famous as his father. None of them knew the truth, because his father had always been careful, and who would mistrust a charming man like him? Someone who’d helped bring the cup home multiple times? Nobody did, and that was why Wylan had always kept quiet about what had happened.

Whenever there had been a camera around, his father had put his hand on Wylan’s shoulder or the top of his head, smiling for the camera, but once alone, that had always changed. When Wylan had figured out that he’d wanted to do figure skating more than hockey, there had been a huge discussion about it, but back then, his mother had still been around to talk to his father. Without her, there hadn’t been any buffer between them anymore, and his father had voiced his opinion more and more often. He’d realised at least that Wylan hadn’t been cut out for playing hockey on a professional level, but he’d had potential as a figure skater, and so his father had supported that, had paid for the coaches, the choreographers, the clothes, whatever Wylan had needed. While Wylan had been overjoyed every time he’d made the podium in some way, his father had only been happy when he’d placed first. And if he hadn’t… well, reason enough to punish him, right? Since that had been the only way to make him understand that he hadn’t been good enough. Be the best or nothing at all.

And of course, there had been disappointment and anger because of Wylan’s dyslexia. It was something his father had tried to cover up, so that nobody knew that his son wasn’t normal as he’d put it. Later one, he’d used it to threaten Wylan. If he didn’t do what he wanted, he’d expose him and tell people that he wasn’t even capable of such a simple thing as reading. At first, Wylan had done what he’d wanted, but at one point, after conversations with Inej and Nina, he’d braved the public and had told everyone about it. He’d started advocating for the matter and had started being completely open about this, about his struggles, because he was able to show people that it wasn’t anything that was holding him back. He’d still followed his dreams, no matter what.

When he’d gotten ready, he’d struggled with what to wear, but in the end, he’d decided on some black pants, a grey button down with a dark green cardigan, because it had been rather cold outside. This time, he hadn’t wanted to drive to his old home, because he hadn’t been sure if he’d be able to drive back once the evening was over. Walking all the way there had been his replacement for jogging in the morning. He’d skipped that, because his bed had been too cosy, and so he’d spent an hour longer just lounging in bed for a change. In addition, the cold weather had cleared his head a little, and he had been in a good mood when he’d entered the house, sure that that had been about to get changed.

The beginning had been alright, even quite nice, but by now, when he was sitting next to his father - because they had to keep the happy family picture going - Wylan wanted to just get up and leave. At least, the drinks were good, and one of the reasons he’d opted to walk and then get a taxi home or whatever. Which would probably be sooner rather than later, but he wanted to try to stay for the rest of the dinner.

And he did… But he had to admit that he might have had a little too much to drink. It loosened his mouth, so he really had to watch out what he said or did, because there were not only people from the press as guests, but also some that were here on official business. He didn’t need bad press for himself, no matter what he thought of his father. The first competitions were in order, and he didn’t want to see his name on any kind of news beforehand. The alcohol made him laugh at some of the dumb jokes he heard at the table, and when his father gave a speech, he was able to stay quiet, looking up at him now and then before he focused on his glass again. This was the last one, he told himself that, because he realised how woozy he already felt when he got up to go to the bathroom. Someone approached him on the way there, telling him that he wanted to have a drink with him, maybe dance in a bit now that the dinner was over. Wylan felt a little overwhelmed by this if he was being honest, so he just said that he’d be back in a bit, because he needed to use the bathroom. The guy, David was his name, told him that he’d wait for him at the bar, but Wylan had other plans.

Once inside the bathroom, he locked the door and stepped over to the sink to splash some cold water into his face. It didn’t help his light-headedness, but he realised that he had to get going, because he really didn’t want to have a drink or dance with David, who had been coming on way too strong. Before he knew it, he had his phone in hand and dialled Jesper’s number.

“Knight in shining armour company, you’ve come to the right place to be saved from any kind of social gathering,” Jesper’s voice sounded on the other end, and Wylan had to laugh out loud. He’d seen his number, otherwise, he wouldn’t have answered the phone that way, and it was cute in a way.

“A knight, hm? Would love to see you in that kind of costume,” Wylan said, smiling to himself as he looked in the mirror. His cheeks were slightly flushed, because he was feeling rather warm due to the alcohol.

“If you want to see me in that, you only need to ask, darling. But I think it’s quicker if I come rescue you the way I’m dressed right now. ‘Cause that’s why you’re calling, right? I can hear the music in the background.”

The celebration of his father had turned from the official part into the proper party part of the evening, so of course the music was loud, and Wylan could make out just what they were playing outside.

“Yes… that’s why I’m calling,” he said with a sigh, opening the top buttons of his shirt, because he was so warm. “You offered and… I maaaaay have had a bit too much to drink. And there’s this guy who wants to drink and dance and-”

“I’m on my way.” Jesper’s reaction was so quick that Wylan needed a moment to process it. He hadn’t even been able to finish his sentence, and that alone made him smile, that Jesper was immediately ready to come and get him. He didn’t know what he’d expected to hear on the other end, but this hadn’t been it.

“D’you know where it is?” Wylan asked, studying his face in the mirror for a moment, because he didn’t want to face Jesper if he looked a mess, but it was probably alright.

“Of course, everyone in Ketterdam knows the van Eck mansion.” He could hear Jesper moving around, and he thought he could hear keys rattle. “Ten minutes, fifteen tops.”

“The gate is open, or do you want me to come out?”

“No, I’ll pick you up properly. No need to walk all the way past the gate.” There was a door being shut, so he was sure that Jesper was already on his way to the car.

“Thanks Jes…”

“Just try to stay clear of that guy with the drink and dance.”

“Ohh… is someone jealous? Are you gonna come in here and get me, if I’m not waiting outside?” That was definitely the alcohol talking, because sober Wylan would never have said that.

“If I have to.” The tone in Jesper’s voice made his stomach flip and Wylan held his breath for a moment. He didn’t even want to find that guy again, but having Jesper march in here to get him sounded quite tempting.

After they’d hung up so Jesper could drive, Wylan stayed in the bathroom a moment longer, more or less hiding in there, but then he unlocked the door again. He tried to walk quickly without raising any kind of suspicion to get his coat, hoping that he wouldn’t bump into David. He seemingly made it outside without any problems, he just got a questioning look from Walt, who’d been working here ever since Wylan could remember, who was at the door opening it for him.

“Will you be alright or do you need me to call you a taxi?” he asked Wylan, smiling at him.

“Thank you, Walt, but I’m being picked up. He’s already on his way.” Wylan wished him a good night and descended the stairs. A couple of cars were parked here, but there was still enough room so that Jesper could pull up without a problem.

The wind was picking up, so Wylan pulled up his shoulders, burying his nose in his scarf. He kind of regretted that he hadn’t taken a hat with him to shield his ears, but it would have ruined his hair.

“There you are.” A voice behind him made Wylan turn around, and there was David, walking towards him with a grin on his lips. “I thought we wanted to get a drink together?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t feeling that well, so I think it’s better for me to leave.” Which wasn’t a lie in itself, but he didn’t need to tell him that he was avoiding him - or at least had tried to do so.

“You could have said something. I can drive you home!”

“That’s really nice of you, but I’m being picked up. He should be here any moment.” By now, he felt like it couldn’t be soon enough that Jesper pulled up.

“And here I’d thought that we might get to spend a little bit of time together. Do you really need to go with him?” David stepped a little closer. Too close for Wylan, who instinctively took a step aside, but nearly stumbled while doing so. David had already reached out his arm to steady him.

“Thanks, I’m okay.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “Yes, I do. He’s coming here to pick me up, so it would be rude if I didn’t let him drive me home.”

“I’m sure he’d understand.”

“Understand what?”

Wylan swivelled around to be faced with Jesper, who was suddenly standing behind him. He hadn’t seen or heard a car approach, but maybe that was due to the alcohol he’d had tonight. Turning around like this did make him lose his balance this time, but it was Jesper, who reached out his hands to grab his upper arms and hold him like this for a moment.

“Wanna tell me something about balance again?” he joked, making Wylan snort out a laugh. There was nothing dignified about this, but he didn’t care. It was good to have him here, especially right now, and the way his heart jumped in his chest was definitely not just because he’d appeared so unexpectedly.

“Probably not today,” Wylan said quietly, biting his bottom lip.

“Good call.” Jesper let go of his upper arms only to slide one arm over Wylan’s shoulders and pull him against his side. “What do you think I’ll understand?” he asked again, looking at David.

“That he’d rather go home with me than with you.” David crossed his arms over his chest, challenging Jesper a little bit like that.

“I highly doubt that, and he's not going home with me, I’m driving him to his own apartment and I’ll just make sure that he gets there safely.” Not that any kind of rumour would break out over this because of David.

“Fine.” Wylan could almost hear him roll his eyes before he turned around and left.

“Thank you, this was just…” Wylan waved his hands around, not really finding the right words.

“Something else you need to work on, to tell them outright that you’re not interested.” Jesper had a point, of course, but it was never that easy for Wylan to speak up, always a little overwhelmed when someone showed an interest in him no matter if he was interested himself or not. Flirting was Jesper’s second nature, but definitely not Wylan’s.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

When Jesper held open the passenger side door for him, Wylan got in the car and buckled up. He felt like there was a weight lifted off his shoulders at that moment, because he felt safe around Jesper, and would be taken away from here. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath while Jesper got in the car and started the engine.

After Wylan had given Jesper his address, they drove in silence for a while. He could have called anyone, he realised that, and he knew that Nina or Inej would have come, yet Jesper had been the one whose number he’d dialled. He figured that it was because they’d talked about this the day before.

“How are you feeling?” Jesper asked him, casting a glance over to the passenger seat before he concentrated on the road ahead again.

“A little light-headed, but… a lot better now that I’m out of there.” Wylan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The bright lights on the streets were making him more dizzy, so it was better this way.

“Why were you there in the first place? He’s your father, yes, but it’s not like he can dictate what you’re doing.” Jesper’s tone was curious rather than accusatory, and Wylan got it. Inej had asked him the same question before.

“It’s not that easy. Up until I started working with Inej, he paid for everything. The coaches, the choreographers, you name it. When I started taking advertising deals, I was able to make more money and gain some sort of independence.” He’d moved out even before that, because it had been the best solution for him and his father as well, because he didn’t have to take care of him anymore. “I… he always threatened to tell people about my dyslexia at first, and that was why I did what he wanted…”

“That’s… fucking awful. And here I’d thought I couldn’t despise that man more.” Jesper shook his head and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

If you only knew… Jesper was hearing that for the first time, and he didn’t even know all the other things he’d done to Wylan. Things that should actually make him want to be as far away from his father as possible, and in a way, that was exactly what he wanted, but it wasn’t that simple.

“At least that’s out of the way, because everybody knows.” He’d made sure of that, and it was actually something he was really proud of. It had been a step away from his father. “But distancing myself from him would draw so much media attention, and I can’t face that to be honest.” Not alone. Technically, he wasn’t alone, but he didn’t want to drag anyone into this. It would inevitably happen, and he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet at least. His therapy sessions helped him confront his past and work through the things that had happened, but they still had a lot of work ahead of them.

“Mhh I understand that. With his name and the way people always praise him…” Jesper trailed off.

“So… it’s easier to attend a couple of things and not deal with that.” Wylan rubbed both hands over his face and through his hair.

“Well, in case you need to be saved again, you know that you can call me.” Jesper had told him that the night of the Gala as well, and he’d been serious about it. Just that Wylan hadn’t asked him that night, but it had shown in the way Jesper had followed him. And he’d blown it completely that night. Still, Jesper was here, so that meant something, didn’t it?

“By the way, I wouldn’t have guessed you had too much to drink by the way you talk.” Jesper pulled into one of the parking spots in front of the building Wylan was living in.

“I was mumbling as a kid.” Wylan said as he opened his eyes and sat up straighter. He was afraid to speak up sometimes, so his voice stayed quiet, and once he’d started to learn how to read, he’d stumbled over the words, again and again, and so he’d learned to at least speak clearly when he’d spoken to his father in order not to get chastised for that at least, and it had worked. As it seemed, it helped him in his current state as well. “And there was no mumbling in this house .” He tried to imitate his father’s voice, but failed miserably. “So I made sure to enunciate my words properly. Guess that helped.”

“It’s amazing to be honest.”

���Thank you, Jesper. For picking me up and bringing me home.” Wylan opened the door and stumbled a little as he got out of the car.

“Yeah, wait a moment. I’m not letting you go by yourself.” Jesper quickly got out of the car and walked around to assist Wylan by wrapping his arm around his waist.

“Oh, you wanna come home with me? Cause you’re not gonna take me home to your place?” Wylan was joking. Probably. At least, he had to giggle a little.

“Just making sure that you get home safe,” he said with a wink as he led Wylan into the building and headed straight to the elevator.

Wylan couldn’t deny that he was feeling warm, and that had very little to do with the alcohol he’d had tonight. Being in an elevator with Jesper again brought back memories that he’d love to repeat.

“Which floor?”

“Third.” Wylan’s mouth felt rather dry as he looked up at Jesper, who didn’t look back at him. Instead, he was looking at their reflection in the mirror, and when Wylan did the same, he wanted to hide his face. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a mess, and Jesper looked utterly gorgeous right next to him.

They rode up the elevator in silence, but Jesper still kept his arm wrapped around him, holding him against his side and not letting go. Not that Wylan was complaining, because this was actually really nice. And Jesper only took his arm off him when they got off the elevator and walked towards Wylan’s apartment, because Wylan had to reach for his keys. They were in the right pocket of his coat, and he didn’t have a problem getting them out, but when he wanted to unlock the door, it was a bit difficult to focus for him.

“Here, let me.” Jesper reached past him, his chest pressing against Wylan’s back like that as he took the keys from him.

Wylan’s heart leapt in his throat once more, and he was tempted to stay like this, just lean against Jesper, but this wasn’t exactly the right place to do that, since they were still in the hallway. Jesper’s free hand found Wylan’s waist and pushed him slightly forward to get him to move inside so that he could close the door behind them.

“Will you be alright on your own?” Jesper asked him, and Wylan had to admit that he felt a pang of disappointment. Some part of him wanted Jesper to stay, wanted to see where this could lead, after he hadn’t taken the opportunity a few months ago.

“I guess so.” Wylan took off his coat before he bent down to untie his shoes, but he had to reach out one hand to hold onto the cupboard next to him so he didn’t topple over. He really wasn’t the best example for balance at the moment.

“Are you sure?” He could hear the smile in Jesper’s voice, which was annoying, but at the same time kind of cute. Even more so when he straightened again and was able to look at him.

“Yeah… just don’t be surprised if I don’t turn up for training tomorrow.” It was a joke, because he wouldn’t hurt himself in his own apartment. Maybe, he’d stub his toe, but that wouldn’t be the first time.

“Alright. Where’s your bedroom? Not gonna risk anything.” Once Wylan had stepped out of his shoes, Jesper made sure to keep body contact again, placing his hand on Wylan’s back between his shoulder blades.

Wylan’s head was spinning a little, due to the alcohol he’d had, but also because of Jesper’s words. He probably meant it in a completely innocent way, but Wylan’s own mind went right into the gutter. He couldn’t speak up at that moment, but lifted his hand to point towards the door. On the way there, Jesper made a short beeline for the kitchen to grab some water so that Wylan hopefully had everything he’d need.

“It’s really cosy,” Jesper said once they were in Wylan’s bedroom, who was just happy that he’d cleaned up the day before, and it didn’t look like a mess.

“Thanks…” Wylan stepped towards his bed to turn on the bedside lamp, but that made Jesper’s hand fall away. He missed his touch the moment it was gone, and so he turned around again to look at Jesper. “Aren’t you gonna kiss me goodnight?” He took a step towards Jesper again, the words out of his mouth before he knew it. When Jesper’s eyes focused on his lips for a moment, Wylan felt a wave of heat roll over him. He held his breath when Jesper closed the distance between them and leaned in close. He didn’t aim for his lips, but kissed his cheek.

“I’m not gonna take advantage of this situation, Wylan. You should get some sleep.” Slowly, Jesper pulled back again and looked him in the eyes. Wylan couldn’t describe what was going on inside him. On the one hand, there was disappointment, there was longing and a need to be close to him, but on the other hand, he was glad that Jesper felt and acted that way, because not everybody would take into consideration that Wylan had had quite a bit to drink, and just make use of the situation.

“Didn’t stop you from kissing me at the Gala,” he said without really wanting to, because now he’d really laid it open for Jesper that he remembered what had happened.

“If I remember correctly, you kissed me first.” The lopsided grin on Jesper’s face made Wylan take a deep breath, because it only made him want to jump into Jesper’s arms even more. “Not that I’m complaining… but we both had something to drink that night, and right now, you are a lot more inebriated than back then.”

Jesper had a point there, but what counted for Wylan was that he hadn’t said that he didn’t want to kiss him again. Maybe, he’d think differently about all this tomorrow, but that wasn’t his problem at the moment.

“Thanks for taking me home… and all this.” Wylan ran a hand through his hair before he looked up at Jesper again, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Sleep sounds good.”

“Good. I’ll see myself out, but if anything happens, call me, okay?”

“Yes… I will.” Not that he needed to call Jesper, but it was nice to know that he could just in case. He gave another wave and waited until he heard the door to his apartment close behind Jesper, before he let out a groan. He’d made a bit of a fool of himself, hadn’t he? But there was nothing he could do about this now, so the best way to deal with that was to take a short trip to the bathroom before he fell into bed and got some much needed sleep.

[bandzboy]

I'm sorry to bother you rn and I don't wanna take much of your time but I recently heard about that goldstein jerk when I saw him on enha's tracklist and something in me just broke. I feel like crying for hours like when will it end??? That man terrorized my people and now gets to have a career???? And the fact that I know fans are gonna focus on "rewarding the boys" and making this cb successful (because that matters more than not supporting nazis apparently) just drives me insane. So I just wanted to say I love and appreciate you greatly!!!! Seeing all the casual cruelty against Palestinian/pro-Palestine fans makes me want to die but people like you make it easier. I appreciate everything you do and I honestly believe that things will get better eventually. You've helped me a lot and I hope you have the happiest, most wonderful life 💞💞💞and sorry if I'm all over the place I'm just overwhelmed. Here's hoping scooter and all zionists in the industry drop dead soon❤❤

truly it was insanely demoralizing to find out that yet another zionist scum was in the credits of one our fave groups and it has become so bad and it's mostly because people allow to be in kpop since everyone is so obsessed with numbers and charts. we are trying to do everything we can to spread the word and to be more aggressive with our boycott and we won't let these people win no matter how much shit they throw our way. there will be a world where we won't to worry about these god awful people being involved and we will fight for it i can promise you that even tho, it's been hard, i will always ALWAYS try to do my best to make people aware and fight against zionism in the music industry. also thank you so much for the kind words 🫂💗 it motivates me to keep going and i always ALWAYS wish you the very best and all the love in the world

[miradelletarot]

Storytime!

(TW: brief mention of self-harm, and uhh...idk if this is a trigger, but I'll be talking about my shit relationship with my parents/husband). I'll be honest, I'm anxious about writing this, but...idk maybe this long-winded rambling will make some sense to someone out there. Hoping the catharsis of writing this shit out will be therapeutic or something. Anyway, I am 37. My parents are at least a generation older than most of my peers' parents. (They are boomers...big shocker lol). I grew up with a TON of spicy mental and emotional trauma, and was brainwashed into believing that I could not do a damn thing unless they told me to. I was worthless without them. Even now, as an adult, I struggle with this shit. Grateful for having a good therapist to help me thru it all. Because of my parents I was robbed of a potential singing career, a creative writing career, and a music production career. They paid for college that I didn't wanna go to, and started having thoughts of self-harm that went ignored. "I just want ONE of my kids to go to college..." said my mother. I muddled my way through with the help of my (at the time) BF. I ended up with a rushed Management degree I barely graduated with, and all of my hopes and dreams left to die. So, it's been approximately 18 years since I have written *anything*. I stopped reading fan fics, stopped creative writing in any capacity because i was told it wouldn't put food on the table, and wasn't worth the time spent. I struggle to sing in front of ppl because i am afraid of making mistakes. Imposter syndrome is cranked up to 11. BG3 has given me something to focus on, and enjoy these days. I have been in a romance-less relationship with my husband (the BF from college) for 16 yrs now, and I'm...unhappy. Romancing a fictional character has tapped into the part of my brain that is STARVING for emotional fulfillment. I got little love and affection from my parents, and my husband is not at all romantic. I do far more for him than he does for me. So, I have rediscovered fanfics and they truly give me joy. Those fanfics sparked the creativity that I used to have 18 yrs ago. I actually had the *desire* to write something again. I forgot what it felt like to take an idea and write about it. What's really sad is that a fictional character (Gale) treats me (well, my Tav) better than my own husband treats me. So, now I have something to write about. I get to imagine what it would be like if I were my Tav, and I got the romance that I wished I had. It took me playing BG3, and accidentally romancing Gale on my 1st playthrough to realize that there *are* people out there who can actually be this sweet and romantic, and I deserve better. I wish I could save scum the last 16 yrs of my life, but still have the wisdom I have today. Since I can't do that, I'll read and write the fluffy shit that I live and breathe for, and figure out how to leave my husband without a job, a car, and terrible credit. ...and it took a damn video game character to bonk me over the head, and finally realize I deserve so much more than I currently have. Thank fuck that I am in therapy.

[false1dols]

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ TERTIARY MUSES. | | | * please note that all muses are my own personal interpretation and are very headcanon based.

polite stranger — ✩ — the purge. / "PLEASE JUST LET US PURGE." what happens when you mix the dystopian idea of one night where all crime is legal for twelve hours, and a deeply twisted rich frat boy that doesn't have to pretend to be normal for those twelve hours? you get a pretty killer who thinks the poor are scum, and his name is christian. (starring rhys wakefield.)

edward gracey — ✩ — the haunted mansion. / "WAS LOVE MY MISTAKE?" (trigger warnings: suicide) wealthy and noble, edward was a young man known as master gracey inside the new orleans manor. after his beloved was found dead, he couldn't cope and hanged himself, and is now yet another ghost who haunts the halls. (starring tom hiddleston.)

eren jaeger — ✩ — (removed from) attack on titan. / "BECAUSE I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD." titans, giant man-eating humanoids, are creatures of the past. except for nine (un)lucky individuals in every generation who have inherited the power of the titans. these holders have the ability to transform into their given titan at will, gaining its special abilities while still retaining their human body and intelligence. the attack titan is said to have fought for freedom throughout the course of numerous generations. eren is a hero or a villain, depending on who's asking. modern based. several verses and au's are available, including musician. (starring noah sebastian.)

aleera — ✩ — van helsing. / "IT IS YOUR BLOOD THAT SHALL KEEP ME BEAUTIFUL." vampire bride, a hopeless romantic deep inside her cold dead heart. (starring elena anaya.)

kurt matheson — ✩ — the last man. / "DO I SCARE YOU?" a combat war veteran with post traumatic stress disorder, kurt occasionally suffers from auditory and visual hallucinations, and works as a security guard and handyman at a local (and sketchy) bank. but he's also a survivalist- he survived the war, and now he thinks he'll survive the end of the world if (when) it comes. he's crafted a bunker in the basement of his childhood home, and there's room for one more! (starring hayden christensen.)

graverobber — ✩ — repo! the genetic opera. / "ZYDRATE COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL." street pharmacist, dumpster dweller. he's crafted his career of drug and organ peddling on the black market. modern and canon verses available. (starring rory culkin.)

billy lenz — ✩ — black christmas. / "THE CALLS ARE COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE." abused, neglected, and deeply disturbed mama's boy. after luring and murdering his little sister, his mother's golden child, in the attic of his family's home, billy is sent to a psychiatric hospital at fourteen. but there is an error in the system that releases him on his twenty-fifth birthday. due to the lack of social interaction he experienced for most of his life and many mental illnesses, billy is a severely awkward individual, especially around women. can he live in your attic and make really perverted phone calls? (starring cody fern.)

david rice — ✩ — jumper. / "WHY SETTLE IN ONE PLACE WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD?" david’s first “jump” was when he was just five years old, but he didn't realize he had the power until a near death experience as a young teenager. during this, he unexpectedly teleports to the local library before he ultimately uses the ability to escape his father's abusive household. he moves to new york city, where he robs banks by teleporting into their vaults. eight years later, david lives luxuriously in a penthouse, spending his days jumping around the world. until he finds himself in the middle of an ancient war between those like him and their sworn annihilators. paladins, a secret organization intent on killing jumpers. film based, i still haven't read the books! sorry! (starring hayden christensen.)

[lemonidae]

ONGOING WEBTOONS 2

Love Work Balance (지금부터 사내연애 썰푼다) by A1

Genres and Categories: Romance, Slice of Life,  Smut,  Yaoi 

Ahn Yiyoung has won big in both his career and love. Not only is the start-up company he started with his college friends thriving, but he’s also dating SJ Group's talented director, Kang Daehyung. Well, "former" director, that is. After resigning from his position, Daehyung has been doing everything to be Yiyoung's perfect trophy boyfriend at home. But it won't be long until Daehyung is back to wearing his professional suits, now as the investor and director of Yiyoung's company! How will these two keep things balanced between work life and love life? Sequel to On or Off.

Scent and Sensibility / Boundaries of Scent (향의 경계) by Lily (릴리)

Genres and Categories: Drama, Yaoi, Secretary, Boss-Subordinate, Office Life, Omegaverse

OMEGAVERSE "Become his therapist, and you'll earn 500,000 a year!" When Moon Dobin, a dominant omega, goes for a job interview, he's baffled by the CEO's proposal: have sex with her son as a form of therapy. His client? Seo Tae-oh, a dominant alpha who can't sense pheromones. Dobin has worked hard to protect his virginity, but for that salary… anything goes! So, Dobin leads a secret double life as Tae-oh's secretary by day and his therapist by night. As the two spend more time together, something is in the air - and not just pheromones!

Perfect Buddy / XXX Buddy (퍼펙트 버디) by Lash (Author), Daki (Artist)

Genres and Categories: Comedy, Drama, Mature, Romance, Yaoi, Office Workers, Opposites Attract

Seo Hyunsoo is sure of one thing: people are scum and they will always disappoint you. Sure enough, at his very first company dinner after his transfer to a new department, he finds his coworker, the obnoxiously upbeat Baek Youngchan, performing an unsavory deed in the men's bathroom. As much as Hyunsoo would like to avoid Youngchan from that point on, Youngchan seems intent on not letting him out of his sight... Will Hyunsoo be able to evade the encroaching chaos of his new work neighbor? Or will these two clashing coworkers find that opposites really do attract?

1 to 10 (원투텐) by NOD

Genres and Categories: Comedy, Romance, Smut, Yaoi, Uni life

1 to 10, from holding hands to kissing, everything in a relationship has to go according to plan for Gunjoon. You can’t just skip over one stage to the other, not when everything needs to proceed in order—you gotta hit those bases one by one. Then there’s Jungseok who’s the exact opposite, carefree and spontaneous and just looking for some fun. So just imagine Gunjoon’s surprise when after one drunken night, he wakes up in the same bed with none other than Jungseok. Looks like Gunjoon’s gotta brace himself for a romance that defies the 1 to 10 rule, a rollercoaster ride of a love that’s gonna blow his mind for sure…

Don't Mix Business with Pleasure! (공과 사는 구분해!) by Hodot

Genres and Categories: Comedy, Romance, Smut, Yaoi, Uni life

Baek Dohu's a university student who writes BL novels on the side. And his preferred type of top character? The scumbag kind, who treats their partners like crap. And Dohu's first impression of Seo Juheon is the complete opposite: the typical nice-guy—always smiling, always catering to the needs of those around him. But things take a turn when he accidentally comes across Juheon blackmailing someone in an alley. The real Juheon is a polar opposite from the facade he puts up; he swears, he has a temper, he's manipulative…and Dohu loves it. Juheon could be THE inspiration for his next big novel that hit a dead end long ago. Excited, Dohu starts following Juheon around "observing" his character, which is bound to give Juheon some wrong ideas… Between the lines of artist and muse, business and pleasure, who'll be the first to cross the line over to the other side?

Hook, Line, and Sinker / Myungtae, You Little Rascal! (명태새끼 말려버려!) by Sitta

Genres and Categories: Comedy, Drama, Romance, Yaoi, Childhood Friends, Manipulative Character, Threesome, Uni life

Yang Kyesoo and Yoon Myeongtae are meant to be. Or at least, that’s what Kyesoo had always thought. With Myeongtae following him around and practically begging for his attention since elementary school, how could he ever get the wrong idea? So when the burly boy babbles off a list of qualities for his ideal boyfriend, Kyesoo is left shocked and stunned - because not one of them applies to him! In order to become the man of Myeongtae’s dreams, Kyesoo enlists the help of the campus’s captain of charm, the sexily seductive Kang Shinjoo. With Shinjoo’s guidance, Kyesoo will do his best to learn the tricks of the trade and reel Myeongtae in hook, line, and sinker!

Crossing the Line (선 넘는 사이) by Pangin (author), Hudadak (artist)

Genres and Categories: Comedy, Romance, Yaoi, Bisexual, Dubious Consent, Enemies, Sex Friends, Uni life

Han Garam’s roomate is rude, inconsiderate, and…okay, totally his type. But after overhearing him talking about how much he hates gay people, Garam knows he needs to seek revenge, and what better way than by getting off to gay porn in the other man’s bed! It would have been the perfect plan, if only he hadn’t been caught in the act by the raging homophobe himself, Yoon Jaehyuk. Jaehyuk is disgusted by what he sees but, with the RA refusing to let him switch, he has no choice but to try and force Garam to move out himself. An achievable goal, it seems, until one unexpected night of passion throws Jaehyuk’s world into disarray. Sure, he definitely still wants Garam to leave, but…why can’t he stop thinking about it?!

Jinx (징크스) by Mingwa

Genres and Categories: Drama, Smut, Yaoi, Boss-Subordinate Relationship, Martial Arts, Sports, Contractual Relationship, Debt, Dubious Consent, Rape, Toxic

Physical therapist Kim Dan has been down on his luck for as long as he can remember. Between an ailing grandmother, menacing loansharks, and an old boss making it almost impossible for him to find work, Dan is truly running out of options. Naturally, it feels like a dream come true when he’s finally hired to treat top-paid MMA fighter Joo Jaekyung, especially when the man then calls him out for a treatment the night before a match with an oh-so-tantalizing offer of five thousand dollars. He claims to have a “jinx” in need of a particular type of “treatment," but it's one that Dan isn't quite prepared to offer… You see, Jaekyung may be a beast in the ring, but he’s even rougher in the bedroom, and Dan’s not sure he can survive Jaekyung at his most primal. Nevertheless, the promise of much-needed cash has Dan agreeing to this ill-fated deal… Could a night together be the thing to help Jaekyung break this jinx once and for all?

Fight Club (파이트 클럽) by AM

Genres and Categories: Adult, Drama, Mature, Romance, Smut, Sports, Yaoi, Boxing, Height Difference, Omegaverse, Rivals

OMEGAVERSE Minchan lived life as supreme alpha. A friend recommended to Min-chan, who felt bored with this life, join , where someone's worth is judged solely by their martial arts skills. Minchan started with a light game and then participated in the game himself. When he gets tired of constantly winning in martial arts, he ends up losing to Tae-wook, who is smaller than him and an omega. Minchan approaches Tae-wook with resentment for the defeat he experienced for the first time in his life, but his pride is even more hurt by their attitude, which seems to show no interest in him. Then one day, a heat cycle hits Tae-wook, and Minchan jumps at the chance to spend the night with Tae-wook… The beginning of a love fight with physical confrontations!

A Well-known Love Affair (명성이따르는연애) by PEANUT

Genres and Categories: Drama, Romance, Yaoi, Chaebol, Delivery Man, Depression

Woo Myung-seong, the next rising leader in the hotel world, was molded by his father to be a ‘masterpiece’. Although Myung-seong appears to be perfect in every aspect, in reality, he is losing his zest for life, exhausted by the pressures he endured since childhood. One day, Myung-seong runs into Jeonsu, a former highschool classmate, who works as a delivery man for a chicken restaurant. After this encounter, Myung-seong decides to use the inexperienced Jeonsu to change his mood under the guise of sharing his dating skills to help Jeonsu find a girlfriend. Jeonsu, who is sincere with all his emotions on display, a fool, begins to stir something in Myung-seong’s heart.

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