#especially one you are meant to feel sympathy toward

[bohemianblasphemy]

can you write maybe billyxreader where reader finds out he slept with maeve and it bothers them and billy reassures them that it wasn’t serious and he loves reader, and they ask him to prove it.

i love a lil angsty smut ✨

@billybutcherrtrash

Numb.

That was all that you could feel in that moment. The abundance of tension in that room where the Boys had their meeting was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Butcher had dropped some intel for their mission to take down Homelander; the superweapon that had supposedly killed Soldier Boy, as well as a small supply of Temp V.

It was however, when he casually dropped the bombshell of how he got this information, which was in the form of sleeping with Queen Maeve.

“Purely transactional, nothin’ else.” He’d grin, before continuing the meeting as if it didn’t mean anything- especially to you.

Billy was a complicated man- He’s determined to get what he wants, even if it meant to sleep with the enemy.

Nothing could have prepared you for that news, the pressure of his words hung on you like dead weight. Uncertainties filled your mind as you thought about the obvious feelings that you and Billy shared for each other.

“Did what we have matter to him? Or was it just to fill in the void?”

It seemed that everyone besides Butcher, who was still yapping away was focused on you and how you were feeling; sending invisible messages of sympathy and pity toward you as you sat there motionless trying to subdue your pain.

Trying to avert your mind to anything else than what you just heard had proved unsuccessful, the image of him and Maeve burned into your brain.

The day was unbearably long, it was too much for you, choosing to feign illness and left for home early. Butcher saw right through your getaway, knowing deep down why you did.

As night fell, your apartment was quiet. Sitting on your small couch as you looked out the window, ruminating thoughts of his ‘transaction’ still fresh in your head.

Knocking on the door snapped you out of your thoughts as you made your way to look through the peep hole, seeing none other than Billy himself.

A part of yourself wanted to tell him to fuck off, the other begging to open the door. The latter of your thoughts won as you opened the door- Butcher waltzing in without so much as an acknowledgement.

“Well yes, of course come right in!” Your voice oozed sarcasm and annoyance as you shut the door. He snapped around to look at you.

“You ain’t sick, i know that.” he grumbled. “talk to me, i ain’t leavin’ till ya do.” You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing your arms as you stared at him- staying silent as you figured out the words to say.

“Why her, Billy?” you choked on your words, not looking him in the eye. “How could you think that was okay to sleep with someone else?” Butchers expression showed regret and annoyance at himself, punching the bridge of his nose.

“Love, it wasn’t serious. It was just for the job- nothin’ more, nothin’ less!” his voice rose. “you know the shit i gotta do for the Boys.”

“just for the job?! are you serious right now?” you echoed his words, disbelief laced through your tone. “How do you expect me to believe that?”

Silence fell over the both of you, surrounded by uncomfortable tension. “You didn’t think of me at all?” your voice cracked, Butcher looking over at you with a guilt ridden expression as he strides over to you- placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” he looked into your eyes, his gaze piercing through your anger. “I. Love. You. only you, you get me?” He looked for a sign in your eyes, anything to indicate how you felt.

He sighed. “Maeve and I… it was nothin’, she means nothin’ to me. Nothing like how i feel about ya. You’re the only one that matters to me, the only one i want.”

Your heart raced at his words, but the hurt you felt in your heart still lingered.

“Then prove it…”

You challenged, seeing Billy’s eyes widen.

“Show me that i am the only one you love.” you stepped toward him, the short distance closed between you.

“Oh I’ll prove it to ya alright…” he murmured, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Before you could even speak his hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

The kiss deepened quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as he backed you up toward the nearest wall; he hands running up under your shirt and pulling it over your head.

Goosebumps formed along your now bare torso, Butchers calloused hands roaming around your body.

“God you’re just… fuckin’ stunning.” he mumbled as his lips attached to your neck and sucking a red mark onto you, making you purr.

His lips trailed further down as he sat on his knees in front of you you, his digits working on the drawstring on your pants as he pulls them down your thighs along with your underwear.

With a swift movement he turns you around, your chest pressed against the wall. His hands running up your thighs, pushing them apart.

“Bend over f’me…” he growled, his voice laced in arousal. Obeying his word, you pushed your hips backward, hands braced against the wall- hearing him groan softly at the sight before him.

You heard him shuffle forward, his large fingers dug into your fleshy backside. “I can’t get enough’f this pussy…” he whispered as he dragged his tongue along your folds, burying his face between your legs.

The sinful mix of your moans and Butchers mouth moving along you filled the room. Your legs shook as Billy continued lapping his tongue on you, occasionally smacking you ass causing you to yelp.

Your orgasm came quickly, Billy’s hands holding you up as your legs shook from the overwhelming pleasure of his skilled tongue. “God lovey, i could taste you for hours…” he chuckled, gently biting your ass cheek as he stood back up behind you, unzipping his jeans.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good love…” you felt him line up with you, moaning as he started to tease your sopping cunt with the tip of his cock before plunging deep inside of you.

Hot breath invaded your ear as you were pounded into from behind, Billy taking a grip of your hair.

“You feel me huh? you feel how f-fuckin’ ‘ard i am f’ya?” he grumbled, grabbing your hips roughly. “It’s all f’you. no one else but you, ya hear me?”

You couldn’t reply, the pleasure was too overwhelming for you. Rough fingers snaked down towards your middle, rubbing your sensitive clit.

You whined at the added sensation as your second release was near, Butcher nearing his as his cock pulsated within your walls.

Heavy groans erupted from behind you, his fingers moving faster as he felt you clench around him. “Fuck Billy!” you cried out, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl, cum on my cock…” he growled in your ear.

His thrusts became sloppier as he came inside you. “fuck… i can’t get over you, my sweetheart…” he praised, turning you around and bringing you in for a passionate kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss he looked you, looking in your eyes - hoping to find a glimpse of convincing you of his love.

Your eyes look at him with a neutral expression.

“As good as that was…” you giggled, moving your mouth closer to his ear.

“it’s gonna take a lot more convincing…”

[yallemagne]

I cannot get behind any depiction of vampires where the vampire is an angsty self-loathing bastard. Especially not if their angst is meant to engender pity in the reader/viewer. Catholic guilt just ain't sexy dude, it's pathetically annoying.

"I'm a monster! WAH!"

Okay, what are you doing about that? Any self-improvement in the works?

"Nothing! I'm too bad to change!! I don't deserve to be better!!!"

Oh, no. No, no, no. There better not be a brunette empath on the horizon who has come to fix you, I swear to--- DAMMIT.

Like seriously. You feel bad? You feel bad? Dude, how do you think your victims feel? Oh, wait, no, you weaponize how your victims feel. You bathe yourself in their tears, crying out because the salt stings your self-inflicted wounds. Your apologies are solicitations for reassurances, and it's just so annoying.

It's pathetic enough when a real human person pulls the reverse victim schtick... but a vampire?? Dude, you are hundreds of years old, either start obscenely relishing the misery you have wrought, your morality twisted by the fatal flaw that made you a monster in the first place, or just let someone kill you already. Your wallowful despair does not make you noble, it tells on you.

Honestly, this applies to any monster, really, I was just thinking about human leeches in particular for whatever reason. But all that I have said here also contributes to why both I and Robert Walton scoffed when the Creature whined about how bad it feels to be a murderer. S'like, cool, did that ever stop you from committing more murders? No? You just blamed your guilt on your victims for inadvertently making you a murderer by getting murdered by your hands? Okay, girly.

If that's anyone else's cup of tea (lol "IF"), so be it. It's not intended to be a very nuanced set-up, it's just a lil wish-fulfillment for someone who wants to feel empowered by fixing a bad person. I just... know people who are like that: the same person who hurt you begging you to cosign their identity as a "good person". If you tell them that goodness is in action, not intention, you are framed as being too harsh and unforgiving for not digging for the good buried deep deep deep down inside. So you say, hey, hand me the shovel, then. And then they bury you alive when you get six feet deep.

... and I just don't need that sass coming from someone with a literal trail of bodies behind them.

[floatyflowers]

You are the daughter of Sauron and everyone is obsessed with you as they are obsessed with the rings.(Part 1)

"Everyone was aware that falling in love with you was madness, given your father's identity. Still, no one minded as long as they could have you by their side."

Morgoth/Melkor

He is obsessed with you as much as he is obsessed with the Silmarils.

Doesn't care if you are the daughter of his servant, he wants you.

Despite your refusal of Morgoth's advences, Sauron encourages you, and wanting to please your father, you decided to try and please Melkor.

"Your soul and body are mine like those silmarils"

He crafted a necklace made out of one of the Silmarils, gifting it to you as a token of your unity.

Thankfully, the Valar captured him after the battle of Wrath, however you already left him before the battle of Wrath.

Maedhros

You met him while he was in Thangorodrim, getting tormented by your father.

At that time Morgoth was imprisoned in Angband, so you were free from his obsessed jealousy.

However, after seeing the handsome red-haired elf for the first time, you decided to take care of him and try to free him, feeling sympathy and gulit.

After freeing him with the help of his cousin Fingon who had to cut off his hand to free him, Maedhros tried to convince you to escape with him, after you handed him the Silmaril Morgoth gave you.

"Come with me, you will find peace away from your father's clutches"

And you did leave with him after realizing how awful Sauron is.

But your decision is like falling into another trap.

As Maedhros appeared to be the same as Morgoth in causing violence.

Celebrimbor

After discovering what Maedhros and his brothers have done to their kin, you fled without a second thought.

And as years passed, you kept yourself hidden wandering alone, until you met Celebrimbor whom you find his knowledge remarkable.

You thought of leaving when you discovered that he is the nephew of Maedhros, but his generosity tempted you to stay, and you did.

Honestly, you thought you found peace with him in the safety of his home, but that was never the case, Celebrimbor was possessive and refused to let you leave.

He crafted special rings to keep you safe from danger, and also to keep you in love with him.

"Your pain, your pleasure, your every thought belongs to me. You're mine to command and possess."

Celebrimbor thought he owned you, until Annatar 'Sauron' came into the picture and corrupted Celebrimbor into making the rings.

Sauron/Annatar 'platonic'

Sauron didn't realize how much you meant to him until you ran away.

He almost went insane and never stopped searching for you.

So, when he encountered Celebrimbor, he didn't expect to see you, and deep down it steered horrible jealousy at the sight of you, his only child, happy with Celebrimbor.

Adding to this, he noticed Celebrimbor's obessesive behavior towards you and how he tried to keep you away from his sight.

What is more amusing to Annatar is that you didn't discover his disguise.

So, he decided to reveal it to you.

"How sad that you don't remember your father, my sweet child"

You warn Celebrimbor about your father before handing him the rings he made for you and leaving.

Elrond

You knew Elrond since Maglor, brother of Maedhros, was the one fostered him and his twin brother, Elros.

So, seeing him after so many years surprised you and what made you feel shy is the fact that he invited you to stay with him at his realm.

You decided to take on his offer because you didn't want to keep on wandering in the middle earth after you did for many years.

Actually, you came to his realm after his wife decided to leave to the Undying Lands.

And Elrond is the only one who felt like he wanted to marry you but he decided not to act on it to not frighten you.

Especially after everything you told him about others 'locking you up' and 'refusing to let you leave'

Actually he witnessed how his foster Uncle treated you, so he understood where you are coming from.

"Do not worry, Nin meld, you are safe here with me, I promise to protect you from any danger."

[aohisworld]

MAGNETIC PULSE! 02

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ENHYPEN’s new co-ed group starts their first album, MANIFESTO. Aohi makes a mistake that allows Jungwon, to give her a bit of sympathy that she didn’t ask for.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ eventual poly!ot7 x added member!oc. (jungwon centric). contains. angst, a little arguing, a smooch, uhm cringe writing lol.

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: Jungwon chapter yippee yippee!! Also important announcement that my asks are open now, and I’d love to get some interactions :3 don’t be a silent reader! Reblog, comment, send an ask!!

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun. contains angst and a little bit of bickering/awkward tension.

✧. ┊ Jungwon was always born to be a leader, unlike Aohi, who just followed the crowd, Jungwon was born to lead it.

When he was picked as the best candidate for ENHYPEN's leader role, he was overjoyed, of course, but a part of him also wondered if he was ready for that role.

Jungwon worked to his limit to make sure ENHYPEN was where they were now. Aohi and Xiulin... he was stumped on what to do, they were suddenly thrust upon his plate when he already had so much.

Jungwon had no idea how to lead the girls, he didn't go through I-LAND with them, nor did they meet long enough to help them....

so, he didn't.

For about a few months, that went excruciatingly slow by the way, Jungwon barely made the effort to even glance Aohi's and Xiulin's way, well, more Aohi's because he respects Xiulin as his elder sister.

At first, it was smooth sailing for Jungwon, it wasn't that hard to ignore Aohi or avoid her, but as time passed on, Jungwon didn't realize her cold attitude would sting, like being out during a snowfall and it got too cold that your hands would freeze, kind of sting.

Jungwon didn't think the glare Aohi would sometimes direct at him would bother him so much. Like, made his stomach turn kind of bother.

For one, it made him feel like he was a bad person. (he doesn't think he is, is he?)

Secondly, he hated to admit that maybe, just maybe he did deserve it, and he wasn't really living up to the leader name.

Jungwon knows Aohi and Xiulin are his group members now, hell, they're making their first album with the girls now!

As a leader, he was supposed to help the girls, especially when he needed to navigate this whole co-ed situation as well, but he didn't, and knowing that left an incredibly sour taste on the boy's tongue.

That's what brought us to Jungwon now, sitting in an empty meeting room, after a weekly... report? Status? whatever it was, had happened. The boy stared straight ahead at the table, seemingly burning a theoretical hole into the furniture.

He sat unmoving for a while, getting lost in his thoughts, you could say he got it from Sunghoon's morning spacing out routine.

It was only until a can was placed in front of his line of sight did his gaze change from the table, to the girl he was exactly thinking about.

"You stare at that spot any longer, you might've actually burnt a hole into the table."

Jungwon didn't respond, glancing up at Aohi's brown orbs, before looking back down at the can on the table. "What's the drink for?" Jungwon nudged towards the drink, as if scared to touch it.

"To drink? What else?" Aohi stated, sitting opposite of Jungwon, in which Jay sat in before her, so Aohi cringed slightly as she felt the warm seat.

Aohi seemed to magically produce another can of warm tea— Jungwon had analyzed, in front of him, opening it with one hand.

"The drink was Xiulin-unnie's." She hums, blowing inside her can to take her first sip, tasting the tea and nodding her head, outwardly approving the flavour.

"Why didn't you give it to her then?" Jungwon hesitantly took the drink off of the table. "Couldn't find her." Aohi shrugged.

Jungwon made no move to open his drink, sitting up in his chair. "Why're you here?" He asks, moving the metal can from one hand to the other, temporarily using it as a handwarmer.

Jungwon didn't seem to like the fact that Aohi was so close without any reasons to be, he had no idea why he was so alert around her either, as if two cats meeting on a territory and intimidating each other.

"Why can't I be? I'm sitting with one of my members, I don't see anything wrong with that." Aohi's eyes narrowed like that of a cat as she willingly made eye contact.

As the two cat-like members stared on, Jungwon could feel that grumbling feeling in his stomach once again as he didn't back down from the intense eye contact Aohi established.

"I didn't say anything was wrong with it, I mean that you don't really like us—"

"I like Ri-ki, so I don't think that I don't like my group members." Aohi's shrugged once again, "You look at us like we're the worst people on earth." Jungwon scoffed, already disliking Aohi's response.

"I don't know why you have to look for a reason for me to be here, I'm being nice—" Aohi grumbled, placing her drink on the table since she was an easily irritable person, and this conversation— is it still even a conversation? could end up firing her up even more.

"With a stare like that?" Jungwon raised his eyebrows, he'd never seen someone who was being nice have a stare that could probably kill.

"Gosh, why do you have to start a fight with me all of the time?!" Aohi stood from her seat, pointing at Jungwon with an accusatory finger.

"Because you have so much against my hyungs and I! You don't even know us," Jungwon stood up from his seat as well, pushing Aohi's finger away with the back of his hand. "You just decided we're not even worth being nice to!"

"Neither do you! I wasn't the first to be rude, it was the hyungs who looked at me and Xiulin-unnie like we were of no hope!" Aohi argued, her words were true, how could the young girl forget?

Xiulin-unnie had to learn everything for herself and Aohi, because Aohi was finishing her studies and had to miss most of their practices.

Aohi was only angry because she cared for her unnie, and a few months in living like that, Xiulin was already extremely exhausted, and Aohi couldn't do much to help her.

Aohi was frustrated, she only wanted the boys to help, not just Ri-ki, all of the boys.

"Well—" "I'm not done!" Jungwon was silenced by Aohi, taken aback by her sudden outburst, even if he wanted to, what Aohi said was true, they truly didn't think they could debut, not so late into ENHYPEN's career at least.

Still, how could Jungwon admit that?

"Xiulin-unnie and I needed help, and we couldn't even confide in our hyungs, much less our leader." Jungwon's throat dried at Aohi's words, not knowing how to respond to that.

In all honesty, he felt like he was slapped with a hot iron pan of truth.

"Sure, Jake-hyung barely tried to help us with our dance practices, but not before pointing out every little wrong thing from us." Aohi poked her finger to Jungwon's chest, hating the way he was silent.

It wasn't like Aohi didn't know that Jungwon was the type to lead, from just meeting him, you could already feel it. That's what makes it worse.

The girls— Aohi, needed someone to follow, because that's all she knew to do, and she hoped that there was a small chance, Jungwon, as the leader, would knock some sense into his group members and allow her and her unnie to have someone to follow.

Apparently it was too much to ask for.

"We didn't even know each other, and we just decided to hate each other... months straight, we'd barely interact, even when we started to record the album.." Aohi frowned, seeing that she'd stunned Jungwon into silence.

Aohi wasn't sure whether to continue after that, only sighing and sitting back down, taking her cup of warm tea, trying to drink the tension away.

Jungwon stayed standing up, thinking. Jungwon knows he was cruel, but he thought he was doing right, he followed his hyungs along as well.

He could remember his Heeseung-hyung telling him that the girls will not gain anything by being in ENHYPEN, that they should let it be for their own good.

Jungwon should've asked what Aohi and Xiulin's thoughts were, if they could really do it, if they were really willing. Maybe then, he could've helped them, give them a place in the group, rather than giving up on them from the start.

"...I'm sorry." Jungwon hesitated, sitting next to Aohi, rubbing the palms of his hands nervously.

"You're only apologizing because I told you—"

"You're right, but I really am sorry, I mean that from the bottom of my heart." Jungwon interrupted her, Aohi turns to Jungwon, looking at him with a skeptical look.

"I was stressed, and I know that it's not an excuse, because you and Xiulin-noona were also under a lot of pressure," Aohi didn't bother to try and intervene with Jungwon's ramblings, he seemed to have a lot to say.

"But let me try and make it up to you, and Xiulin-noona."

Aohi stayed silent for a few moments, thinking, if Jungwon was genuine, and he was serious about treating her and Xiulin like actual members, maybe...

"It's been months, Jungwon.." Aohi replied curtly, turning to the side, as if hesitant to even agree. "Then I'll make up for it for as long as you girls want."

"You—" Aohi tried to start, Jungwon shaking his head at her reply, "I will, as long as you don't look at me like that again. I'll change."

And change, Jungwon did.

Aohi was taken aback the first time he did something for her, it was an interview, their first interview as a debuted co-ed group.

Aohi sat in one of the dressing rooms, spacing out on a make-up chair as the girls' own stylist worked her magic onto Aohi's newly dyed hair.

Xiulin and Aohi were successfully debuted into the group, despite the boys' hesitance, except Ri-ki and Jungwon, who happily congratulated the two girls.

Aohi remembers how much they had to handle on the first few days, the incorporation of Dark Moon, the making of their first co-ed album, it was a mess, and not to mention they barely had any breaks.

"Aohi-ssi, your make-up is done." Her stylist spoke, ushering her behind to start working on Xiulin next. Aohi stretched her arms in front of her as she sat on the couches, next to Ri-ki.

Ri-ki instantly turned to her, phone in hand to show whatever he was currently laughing at.

While the two teens giggled over whatever was on Ri-ki's screen, Jungwon approached the couch with drinks in hand, just like Aohi did, and for some reason, the leader of ENHYPEN disliked that their youngest was shoulder to shoulder with Aohi.

Without thinking any further, Jungwon pushed the two apart, Aohi looking startled at the sudden intrusion. Aohi looked up, seeing Jungwon looking down at her.

"I got you a drink, you have to stay hydrated." Jungwon took Aohi's hand and placed the cold drink, using his palm to curl her fingers over it.

Aohi's eyebrows just furrowed, glancing at Xiulin, who only stared from the mirror of the stylist chair in shock.

"Thanks, I guess.." Aohi mumbled, placing the drink on the table in front of the couch. Ri-ki didn't seem to notice, or suspect anything as he just returned to bumping shoulders with Aohi and looking at random videos.

Jungwon seemed to bite the inside of his cheek at the unsuccessful attempt at separating the two, wait— why was he even annoyed that they were so close to each other?

"Noona, are you going to drink that?" Ri-ki points to the drink Aohi had recently placed on the table.

"Why, are you thirsty, ki-yah?" Aohi hummed, grabbing the can, wiping the top and popping it open for the youngest to drink.

Jungwon stood behind them, a bit offended as he watched Aohi place the can to Ri-ki's lips, like a big 'screw you!' from Aohi to Jungwon as she gave Ri-ki the first sip of the drink he decided to kindly get for her.

"Good?" Aohi asks Ri-ki, grinning when he nods. "That's really good grape juice." He nods, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"here, you can have it."

Jungwon could hear his heart crack as he heard that from Aohi's lips, and Aohi heard clearly.

'You aren't gaining my forgiveness that easily..' She thinks, glancing at Jungwon, a slight mischievous smile on her face.

Since then, Jungwon had been... overbearingly kind to Aohi and Xiulin, as in... even sneaking in ordered food for them late at night. Jungwon was really determined to gain Aohi's forgiveness.

Jungwon had already earned Xiulin's respect, it's just Aohi being stubborn.

"Here..." Jungwon huffed, having ran a few floors down and back up to deliver the ordered food to the girls' dorms.

Aohi could only blurt out a small thanks before closing the door in front of their leader's face, stopping him from even saying anything.

Jungwon sat in front of their door for a bit, catching his breath, letting out a sigh before turning around, despite hearing muffled voices behind the door.

"Aohi! That was rude! You know he's still a member, he's stuck with us!" Xiulin whisper-yelled from beside her, opening the door as soon as it was closed. "Sorry, won, she's just hangry, have some with us." The older girl ushered, pulling a turned Jungwon inside.

"Unnie!" Aohi gasped, somewhat stomping her foot from the door and staring up at Jungwon with a frown. "Don't be like that, we ordered enough for an extra person." Xiulin scolded.

"I could've called Ri-ki..." Aohi grumbled, turning around and stomping into the kitchen. "You're not calling the youngest down for some fried chicken, Aohi." Xiulin retorted.

Jungwon stood by the entrance awkwardly, he was the first of the boys to even be in the girls' dorms. "Don't just stand there, go!" Aohi pointed to the living room, chopsticks and plates in her other hand.

Jungwon hesitantly approached the room, looking around curiously at the new environment, before sitting next to Xiulin, on their couch.

"I'm hungry, hurry up!" Xiulin whined from the living room, the TV still turned on, they seemed to be watching a random k-drama, obviously bored but not tired.

"Eung!" Aohi replied, sitting by the table in the middle of their living room as they started to open the food they ordered. Jungwon sat back with his hands on his lap, a bit nervous.

"Loosen up, won." Xiulin looked from behind her, Aohi placing a plate and chopsticks for Jungwon to use. The two girls were silent as they placed the food out.

"Looks so good... I'm literally about to devour everything." Xiulin let out a 'psh!' sound, bumping Aohi's leg with her own and gaining a protest from Aohi.

"I will enjoy this food.." The three recited, Jungwon slowly sliding into the middle of the two girls as they started to eat.

The trio ate silently, an occasional groan or dislike for any event that went on in their k-drama. "She's so fake for going back to her ex.." Aohi spoke, looking at the TV with a furrowed brow.

"Right? Like, if you're going to go back, don't do it in front of the boy who's liked you for forever.." Xiulin scoffed, taking a sip of her cider. Jungwon silently chewed from between them, just listening in.

Jungwon stared down at his plate, swallowing, 'ah... I need some pickled radish..' Jungwon looked for the container around the table, seeing it but... it was being guarded by Aohi.

Jungwon didn't want to ask Aohi, just watching the girl place another cube into her mouth. Xiulin glanced from beside her, seeing Jungwon eye the container.

"Yah, Jungwon wants some, don't finish it all." Xiulin spoke, nudging her head towards Aohi's direction.

Jungwon felt alarmed at the sudden call-out Xiulin made, jumping in his spot, "Ah— no, it's okay!—" Jungwon used his free hand to make a no motion.

Aohi stared at Jungwon, chopsticks in her mouth, before staring back to the TV. The younger boy felt a little awkward as the noise died down between both Aohi and Xiulin.

Aohi then stared down at the container of radishes, there was only five cubes left.. and she really liked the radishes, she glances at Jungwon, who seemed to have a bit of trouble eating the last of his bites, using cider to down it.

Jungwon grabbed the last bite of the boneless bites he was eating, getting ready to chew his way to a finished plate, unknowing to Aohi's gaze at his struggling figure.

In a small moment, Aohi made the decision to pick a cube up from the container with her chopsticks, before turning to Jungwon.. "Eung.." Aohi was feeding him a cube of radish.

Jungwon stopped mid-chew to stare at her like a deer in headlights, Xiulin was too busy being immersed in her digital show to even bother seeing the live-version play out right beside her.

'Did.. did she want to feed me?' Jungwon thought, looking at the radish before looking back up.

Aohi waited with a blank look on her face as Jungwon swallowed his bite, hesitantly coming forward as he used his teeth to bite the radish, so that his lips wouldn't touch her chopsticks.

Jungwon could feel the back of his neck warm slightly, trying to finish his food.

Ever since then, it was even more awkward between Aohi and Jungwon, the leader starting to practically follow the girl around like a cat does to his owner.

Aohi guessed he wasn't that bad, more so tolerable. Aohi didn't mind Jungwon that much, just thought it was a little tiring having to be followed around.

It's been almost eight months since Jungwon promised to change, and Aohi and Jungwon seemed to be... friends? Acquaintances? All the leader knew was that Aohi didn't avoid him anymore.

Aohi was secretly appreciative of Jungwon, he had helped plenty with her and Xiulin with coordinating their first album together, MANIFESTO.

Aohi and Xiulin learnt their roles in the dance pretty quickly, thanks to Ri-ki and Jungwon. Aohi started to find her confidence in being in the group, trying to find her dynamic, trying to fit in.

Aohi thought she was ready, actually. That she was perfectly in the spot she was. That was, until their first performance of their songs.

"Get her and Sunoo off-stage, quickly! Check on her, see if she broke or injured anything!" The staff ran around frantically behind stage, trying to close the lights to cover up the incident on-stage.

It was their first performance of their song, ParadoXXX Invasion, Aohi thought she was going to nail this first performance, she really did.

Aohi lost her footing half-way into the song, tripping onto Sunoo as the two came tumbling down. The lights dimmed as their fans gasped, murmuring at the sudden absence of lights on-stage.

Sunoo held Aohi stable as he winced, feeling a sting from his lower back from where he fell.

Aohi looked at Sunoo with teary eyes, shaking her head as a worried expression washed over her features.

"Sunoo-hyung... I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry- i didn't mean—" Aoihi whispered, wrapping her palm around her mic, just in case it was still on. Aohi didn't want the crowd hearing her lose her composure.

The whole group was ushered off-stage as Aohi couldn't even hold back her tears as she suddenly burst out in worry, and honestly, in fear.

The staff members had no idea how to comfort the overwhelmed girl. Aohi felt vulnerable at this moment, she felt more like Yoon Aohi, the seventeen-year-old girl who was a little too sensitive for her own good.

Xiulin could only usher her away from the eyes of the other members, letting out soft mantras of reassurance as they walked away. Ri-ki and Jungwon looked on in worry, being by Sunoo's side as the medic on seen checked on him.

"Go check if she's okay, I'm okay—" Sunoo grabbed Jungwon's arm, looking at him with a strained smile, knowing Jungwon's conflicted thoughts behind his eyes, of staying with his hyung, or going after Aohi.

Jungwon glanced up one more time from Sunoo to a fading Aohi, through the crowds, the boy could see glimpses of Aohi's face in her hands, her shoulders shaking.

In that moment, Jungwon didn't hesitate to follow after her, swerving through different staffs as his hyungs called for him.

"I'll just leave you here, okay? I'll be right back... just stay here.." Xiulin softly spoke, rubbing Aohi's shoulder for a bit, leaving to go talk with staff.

Jungwon tailed after the girls, approaching the dressing room that Xiulin left. Jungwon stood in front of the door for a bit, hesitating to knock before he did.

Thankfully, he did manage to do it, cracking the door open soon after, entering with as little noise as possible.

Aohi looked up from her make-up stained hands, up at Jungwon. Aohi sniffled as she wondered why Jungwon was there.

Jungwon could feel his heart tighten at Aohi's tear-stained face. Her expression seemed to hurt even worse than all of those glares she shot his way in the past.

Jungwon never wants to see her cry like this again, he wouldn't be able to take it if he did.

"Aohi..." Jungwon calls out softly, approaching the couch as he attempted to sit down, placing a gentle hand on her arm.

Aohi quickly pulled her hand away before Jungwon could even wrap a finger, "Wag mo ako hawakan!— please!" (Don't try to hold me, please.)

Aohi sniffled as she scooted to the side of the couch, making space between her and Jungwon. he didn't know what she was asking of him, not understanding what she said.

Instead, Jungwon sat on the other side of the couch, hoping she just wanted space. Jungwon could feel his stomach spin in worry for Aohi, the last few months, spending time with her made it that way.

Despite Aohi's firm obstacles in the start, trying to push him away, they ended up becoming somewhat close.

"Why're you even here?.." Aohi sobbed.

"I wanted to know if you're okay.." Jungwon frowned, looking at Aohi, itching to bring her into his arms, itching to comfort her.

"Since when did you care?" Aohi spat, she seemed defensive, thoughts racing in her head, she wondered, if Jungwon as the leader, would scold her for being so careless.

Aohi was stressed enough as it was. Jungwon could see that.

"I've always cared, Aohi.. ever since then..." Jungwon whispered, inching closer, freezing when Aohi flinched at his sudden movement.

"Please don't push me away," Jungwon begged. "I'm not here to berate you, or scold you—"

"I don't need your pity!" Aohi cried, a sob following her words. Jungwon held grabbed Aohi's hand as she tried to stand.

"I'm not pitying you, Aohi! I genuinely care for you!" Jungwon begeed once more, keeping Aohi in place, her movements frantic.

Aohi had to admit, Jungwon was pretty strong and she had to scold herself for thinking such things in a situation like this. Aohi tried to pull her hands away from Jungwon when she was pulled into his chest.

Aohi gasped, struggling in his hold as Jungwon held her in place, whispering 'you're okay's and 'relax' in Aohi's ears as she sobbed even more, only grabbing onto his sweatshirt as she cried her teenage heart out into Jungwon's clothes.

"You made a mistake, and that's okay.. it happens.." Jungwon softly comforted the girl in his arms, his hand reaching up to pat the girl's head.

"I just ruined the performance.. I tripped Sunoo-hyung.. I hurt him—" Aohi sobbed out, Jungwon shaking his head with a soft laugh. "Aish... Aohi, you're thinking too much, Sunoo-hyung won't hate you for that."

"It's not just that!" Aohi cried out, Jungwon leans back from his hug, looking down at Aohi, who seemed to stare up at him, her eyes puffy and nose red, Jungwon was convinced he could've been looking at a scared bunny.

"Then what is it? Hm?"

Aohi sniffled for a bit, moving away from her embrace with Jungwon, "I hyped myself up so much for this album... I was so confident, Jungwon," She whimpered, using her arm to wipe her eyes.

"I thought I would be able to do the performance flawlessly. I just embarrassed us, maybe I'm really not meant to be in enhypen, won.."

Jungwon stays quiet at her words, Jungwon is reminded of their starting months, he wonders if he and his hyungs made that mindset for Aohi. Jungwon wonders if he did, he really thought he was cruel.

"Don't say that, you didn't do anything," Jungwon wanted to change those thoughts in the poor girl's head, it was the least he could do.

"You're a hard-working person, Aohi, and you made a mistake but don't think for one second that you don't belong with us because of it."

"...You mean it, won?" Aohi whispered, looking up at the taller boy. Jungwon looked down at her once again, he felt a bit stunned at how Aohi was fine with showing this vulnerable side to her, especially when he's always been avoided by her.

"With everything I have." Jungwon replied, just as soft.

The two continued to keep eye contact with each other, getting lost in each other's gazes. It was quiet in the dressing room, except for the rustling of Jungwon's hand rubbing at Aohi's palm and his rings clinking with hers.

Neither Jungwon or Aohi made an effort to move away from each other, they didn't even bother to notice that, instead of moving away from each other, they inched closer and closer.

"Won?" Aohi whispered, her eyes fluttering softly.

"..Eung?" Jungwon asked, Aohi could feel his breath on her cheek, that's how close they were.

Aohi glanced down at his lips, Jungwon following her actions, dreading for the moment they would touch.

Another minute passes, an inch following.

It was quiet, too quiet.

In a span of a second, Aohi could feel Jungwon close the gap in between them, a soft gasp leaving her lips. His lips were soft, oh so soft.

Jungwon's eyes had fluttered close, he didn't know why he ended up closing the gap, hell, he didn't even register that he was kissing Aohi!

Aohi could've melted from just how soft Jungwon's lips were on hers, it was perfect, so perfect. Aohi wanted it to last forever, the feeling of their lips moving in sync was perfect, like a dream.

but as quickly as a dream ends, it did, Xiulin being the main culprit as she busts into the room.

Aohi and Jungwon jumped away from each other, Aohi fixing her appearance and Jungwon covering the lower half of his face.

"Noona! Are you okay?" RI-ki voiced, his worried figure approaching Aohi as she tried to compose herself.

"Yeah- Yeah, I'm..." Aohi glances at Jungwon, who's forced himself not to even think to turn to look at her. "I'm.. alright.." Aohi finishes her sentence, her voice lowering softly.

"We should get you out of here, the staff gave us the green light.." Xiulin spoke curtly, staring at Jungwon as she rubbed Aohi's shoulder.

Before Aohi could even get a word in, Ri-ki was already ushering her up, softly telling her to move. Xiulin taking over when she reaches the door.

"But, won—" Aohi tried to call for the other member, Ri-ki only blocking her sight. "Go, noona." The youngest pleaded, wanting Aohi to rest.

Aohi didn't say anything further as Xiulin pulled her outside, reaching the car with their stuff in tow, letting the younger girl enter the car first.

"Unnie-" Aohi tried to speak her mind before Xiulin could even scold her, but she was instantly silenced by the way her elder sister just sent a glance her way.

"Aohi, what were you thinking?" Xiulin spoke from her seat, leaning back into her seat.

"Unnie.. it was a mistake, I really didn't mean to trip—" Xiulin made a 'nuh uh' sound, shaking her head as she raised her hand up to stop Aohi from speaking even more.

"Not. That." Xiulin turns to her dongsaeng, a slightly annoyed look on here face. "I mean that... the— you know!" Xiulin motions to her hand, making kissing motions by touching the tips of her fingers together.

Aohi watches the action with her lips ajar, she opened her mouth to try and make a reason, an excuse, on why she did it, why she... kissed Jungwon.

Since nothing came out, she only sighed, looking off to the window, as if deep in thought. There was barely any sunlight left, the night coming to replace the sun.

"I don't know.. Unnie, believe me, I was upset and—" Xiulin clicked her tongue. "I thought you disliked our members? That's all you could ever talk about, remember?"

"I know but-" Aohi sighed, looking down at her fingers, fiddling with the rings. "Jungwon- He's different—" Xiulin suddenly puts her hands up in the air, it's like she's finally noticing the plot of a k-drama.

"Different? Because he was nice? You and I have known him for a few months, batsy!" Xiulin argued. Aohi flinches at her aggressive tone, feeling like a kicked cat on the curb.

"It's the way he's changing! Believe me, I tried to push him away, but he was persistent, and I started to change—" Xiulin huffed in her seat, she truly wonders what was going through Aohi's head.

Xiulin thought of the future of ENHYPEN as quickly as she saw the scene of Aohi and Jungwon. It would cause such an outrage, especially between newly-debuted members and how it would conspire so many rumours.

Xiulin's heart was in the right place, worrying about their careers, but she has to understand that Aohi didn't mean for the kiss to happen.

"Unnie.. you said it yourself, we're stuck with them! Is it so bad to try and change? To want to be on better terms with them?" Aohi reasoned, pleading her older member to understand.

"You call that better terms, Aohi?" Xiulin frustratingly replied. The two girls seemed to struggle with finding a middle ground. "Kissing Jungwon is worse than having something against him."

"I like him, unnie!" — "Is you liking Jungwon worth more than our careers?!"

Aohi stays silent at this, for once her stubbornness flickers out like a flame.

She thinks about the whole situation from Xiulin's eyes. She and her unnie worked to debut after being picked out of their respective groups and now that they are debuting, Aohi could ruin it.

Hell, she should be lucky it was Xiulin and.. maybe Ri-ki? who saw the kiss.. Oh gosh, what about Ri-ki? What will he do?

"I'm sorry, unnie... I didn't know what I was thinking..." Aohi whispered, deciding to back down and agree to Xiulin. Her unnie turns to her, seeing the young girl deflate into her chair with a soft sniffle.

Aohi was obviously upset, feeling dejected. Xiulin could only sigh, "You should stay away from Jungwon off-camera.. You and won will only hurt yourselves if feelings start to form..." Xiulin reaches over to rub her arm on the girl's shoulder, in attempt to comfort her.

Aohi only nods, their conversation ending as their separate manager enters the car, ready to drive them home.

MUSIC BANK DRESSING ROOM, 8:56 PM—

"Hyung." A voice calls out for him. Jungwon could only squeeze his eyes shut for a few moments. "Look, just- don't tell the others.." He let out a sigh through his nose, looking up at Ri-ki, who seemed visibly upset.

"I don't care about that, you shouldn't of done that to her." The youngest spoke. Jungwon was taken aback at the sudden hostility coming from Ri-ki.

"Ri-ki, what are you talking about?" Jungwon's eyebrows furrowed, looking appalled at the youngest's behaviour.

Ri-ki clenches his fists, biting the inside of his cheek. "You shouldn't of kissed her."

Jungwon wonders why he'd bring this up, he already knew? What does Ri-ki gain from telling him again?

"You don't think I know that? I'm saying not to mention it to the other hyungs, I'll—" Jungwon spoke, trying to pass the conversation as quickly as possible, the leader didn't want to speak about it, his mind jumbled from the big events of today.

"You're going to hurt Aohi-noona, you know that?" Ri-ki replies, and at this point, Jungwon wonders why he cares so much. Sure, their youngest and Aohi has been closest, but to be so defensive about her?

"Ri-ki, drop it please." Jungwon pleaded, Ri-ki flicking his head to the side, as if ticked off. "she doesn't deserve that, you—" Jungwon stopped Ri-ki from saying even more words, words that could hurt both of them.

"I care about Aohi as much as you do, Ri-ki!" Jungwon argued, Ri-ki biting back just as fierce. "I don't just care, Jungwon-hyung!" He yells, and Jungwon is quiet for a few moments, wondering what he meant.

"You're blowing this out of proportion, ki. You know we're just friends." And at this, Ri-ki scoffs. He felt like a little kid being hid away from things he obviously understood.

"Don't bullshit me, please, hyung." Jungwon clenches his jaw, he could feel the tension rise between them.

It was a familiar feeling, one that started to become obvious as months passed, the more both spent time with Aohi.

"You don't think I notice? The way you look at Noona like she showed you the wonders of the world," Ri-ki steps towards Jungwon, and the older boy takes a step back.

"You used to hate her, and now you kiss her like the past just didn't happen?"

"That was months ago! Aohi and I are on better terms!" Jungwon takes this as an opportunity to stand his ground with Ri-ki, he has never seen their youngest be so rebellious, or hell, angry with them.

"Still! I won't let you play with her feelings like that!"

Jungwon is angered at this, Ri-ki doesn't get to put that claim on him, not when he spent months caring for Aohi, not when he's made a habit to glance at Aohi to make sure she's okay, or always asking her if she needs any help.

Not when Jungwon spent so much time caring, not when he started to form feelings, when he started to love her.

"I'm not playing with anyone's feelings, Ri-ki!" Jungwon finally yells, like a cat defending his territory, feeling offended and intimidated.

"You don't get to accuse me of that! Aohi is just as important to me! I get my actions but I won't do it again! So, drop it!"

"No! I'm not dropping it!" Ri-ki keened.

"God, Ri-ki! Why do you care so much?!" Jungwon groaned, "I said I wouldn't do it again, what more could you want?—"

"It's because I have feelings for her!" Ri-ki reveals, his hand instantly reaching up to slap over his lips. It was so shocking that even Jungwon's eyes widened slowly at his words, not expecting to hear that fall from Ri-ki's lips.

Even Ri-ki's surprised that those words came out of his own mouth.

"I.. I like her."

The two stare at each other for a while, before Ri-ki couldn't handle his hyung's gaze, dashing out with a heavy heart, and a twisting stomach.

Jungwon seemed to grab at a table behind his back, feeling his knees weaken. His hands reached up to wipe the sweat on his face, the temperature of the room seemed to change as the fighting between the two got worse.

Jungwon repeated Ri-ki's works in his head over and over, as if it was a mantra. Ri-ki liked her, he had feelings for her.

God, what will he do?

[acewritesfics]

I Protect Those I Love | Tommy Shelby

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Fic Type: Imagine.

Warnings: Mention of readers father being a scumbag, mentions of assault. Protective Tommy. Short and sweet. 

Word Count: 917

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

Y/N's wiping down the bar of The Garrison when the doors slam open and shut, causing her to jump and reach for the gun she keeps hidden under the bar. It is past closing time, so she isn't expecting anyone. She's about to pull the gun out when she sees the intruder, which is none other than Thomas Shelby. 

"Damn you, Tommy. You almost gave me a fucking heart attack," she scolds the Peaky Blinder and her lover. Her attitude toward him changes when she takes in his appearance. A bruise is already forming around the cut on his cheek. Her whole body is filled with worry for the handsome, blue-eyed man. "What happened?" 

"A man came looking for you at the betting shop," Tommy informs her. "He said he was your father." 

Her body freezes as she feels the blood drain from her face, her skin going a shade or two lighter as she thinks about the man who has caused her nothing but pain. She told Tommy all about him when their relationship became more than just a friendship. She'd hoped he wouldn't be able to find her, assuming that Small Heath would be the last place he'd think to look if he bothered at all. 

"Tommy, I..." she hesitates. "I didn't know he would come looking for me." 

"I know," he assures her, moving closer to the bar. 

On instinct, she grabs a glass, fills it with Tommy's usual order, an Irish whiskey, and slides it in front of him as he takes a seat across from her. She goes to pull her hand back when Tommy takes it in his larger hand, his thumb stroking the back of it. "I promised I wouldn't let him hurt you anymore, and I'll do anything to keep that promise." 

"What did you do, Tommy?" She asks, her stomach churning at the thought of the length he'd go to for her protection. 

She picks up a clean cloth and an opened bottle of alcohol and moves around from behind the bar. Tommy shifts on the stool he's sitting on, so he's facing her as she dampens the cloth with some alcohol. She stands between his legs, taking his chin between her fingers to tilt his head and hold it steady. He barely flinches as she dabs the cloth against the cut in his cheek, wiping the blood away along with anything that could cause infection. 

"Your father got himself into some trouble, and you were the price he had to pay to get out of it." His tone is tense and angry, his eyes filled with rage at her father. 

She stops dabbing at his cut as she takes in the furious look on his face. She's never seen Tommy so angry before, and she's never felt so scared about what he's done. She knows her father is a scumbag. It's one of the many things she and Tommy bonded over—their good-for-nothing fathers. But she never thought he would go so low as to use her as a bargaining chip for his debt. It makes her feel sick, especially with where her mind is going. 

"Was he going to trade me for his debt?" She asks. 

Tommy nods. "Like I said, I won't let anything happen to you. I took care of the men to whom he owed his debts too." 

"And my father?" She asks, knowing exactly what he meant by "taking care of those men." 

"He's fine," Tommy sighs, picking up his glass of whisky and downing it all at once. "I told him he owes me, and for payment he has to leave you alone and never return to Birmingham." 

"I don't know what to say," she says, unsure of what to think of the situation. She despises her father's lifestyle and dirty scheming ways, but he's her father, and she hopes that one day he will change his ways. But a part of her knows that he never will, and there are some things he's done that are unforgivable. She reminds herself of those times, and any sympathy she has for the old drunk vanishes. 

"I love you," he admits, cupping her cheek with his less injured hand. It was the first time he spoke those words out loud. He'd been thinking about saying them for weeks, but when he tried, they never came out. "And I protect those that I love." 

Her eyes soften as she looks lovingly at the man who's become her home. "You're a good man, Thomas Shelby." 

"But I do a lot of bad things," he whispers just loud enough for her to hear him. For the first time since the war, he's felt ashamed of himself. He knows Y/N deserves more than him. She doesn't deserve everything he pulls her into. But he's a selfish and greedy man. He takes what he wants, and he wants her. He needs her. 

"Everyone does bad things, Tommy, even the godliest people do." She reminds him. "It doesn't mean you're a bad person, not if you have the right intentions." 

Without saying another word, Tommy brings her in close, placing a soft kiss on her lips as her arms make their way around his shoulders. 

She breaks the kiss, keeping their faces close. The scents of whiskey, cigarettes, and mint mix together. 

"And I love you too," she whispers against his lips, pressing her own against his as she kisses him passionately, showing just how much, she loves him. 

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[bau-drabbles]

Ooo idk if you write blurbs but Spencer and reader are like enemies and Spencer tries to jokingly mock reader’s insecurities in front of the team and once she like runs/walks away emotional he apologizes? ❤️

i write any concepts/request/blurbs/drabbles/ideas about them that you guys have so feel free to ask 🥰

making spencer the enemy hurts my heart a lil bit 😩 but i shall do it. i'm not sure if this is what you meant but i tried 😭

remember you're beautiful despite your insecurity no matter what 🤍

the minute he had uttered the sentence you wanted to reach over and knock every single one of his teeth. the familiar dread filled your stomach and it didn't help that your team was noticing your face drop, your figure stiffening uncomfortably. still, you swallowed your pride and looked at him square in the eyes.

"you're so funny" you mutter, your jaw tightening a little. that hurt a little bit too much than you cared to say. perhaps he didn't know but you didn't expect him to even care, your insecurity wasn't his concern. the way he constantly made snide comments and his passive aggressiveness you knew it was just another joke to him. maybe his end goal was to make you feel so small and childish.

and if it was, he had succeeded.

"spence..." jj scolded him, her eyes frowning at him. his smile slowly vanished when the awkwardness settled in the air. everybody stopped laughing, looking at you with sympathy.

and you hated it all. it made you feel so stupid for having an insecurity you were so self conscious about. every day you tried to not think about but it was always there, in the back of your mind. but now that he had pointed it out, was it that obvious??

"l/n" he started, trying to resume the joke but you were over it reaching for your phone.

"i gotta ring someone real quickly" turning around, you try your hardest to remain mature but your legs carry you out of the room as fast as they can. you exited the room, eyes prickling with tears. your fingers dug themselves into your palm so tightly but it was better than feeling the crushing pain in your chest.

"spencer" emily furrows her brows but he looks at them clueless, confused on what just took place

"what?" he raises his eyebrow and the rest of his team sighs.

"you know for someone with a high iq, you're not the brightest in matters of the heart" rossi comments, walking towards his office. the others agree, telling him to go sort it out. he scoffs and claims you'll be over it but the stern looks from the others makes him find his way to you

he walks to find you and rolls his eyes when he sees you sitting down on the desk, toying with your phone case. you were lost in thought, overwhelmed with the emotions that had hit you when he said it.

"y/n come on, you know i didn't mean it like that" his voice snaps you out of your daydream and immediately you glare at the intruder.

"oh like that's supposed to make it better. get lost reid" you hiss under your breath, berating yourself for even allowing him to get under your skin. it was hard to overcome your insecurity as it was, let alone being acknowledged in front of your whole team. you couldn't even imagine what they were thinking right now

"y/n..." his voice becomes a little soft, softer than you're used to. he knows this time he's hit a nerve but he doesn't know how to go about fixing it.

so he takes a breath in and starts to walk toward you. he's not used to this sort of thing, especially with you. the relationship he had with you was entirely different compared to he reat of his colleagues

"i didn't know that would make you upset, i wouldn't have said it otherwise" his voice is gentle and his eyes look at you, sparkling under the lights. he speaks so sincerely, you want to believe him. but that niggling voice in the back of your mind argues he's doing this to get you vulnerable so you shift away instead

"why wouldn't you? you make these type of comments all the time" thinking back to your relationship with spencer was a weird thing. you both didn't really get along, always competing and arguing. he was harmless most times but those words he would say would cut a little deeper than he probably mean to. and that's why you always had your guard up whenever he was around, you just didn't know what he was going to say

"because you usually never take them seriously. i honestly didn't think you'd get upset about that. i swear i didn't mean to offend you. i didn't think you were self conscious about what i said" he replies back, standing a couple feet away. he fidgets with his hands, not used to speaking through his heart.

"i'm not" you say it too quickly and his hands slowly raise in defence, making a mental note never to speak of it again. he sighs a little and comes closer, sitting on the desk beside you. his knee ever so gently scraping by yours, making your skin tingle with an emotion you're not familiar with using around him

"i'm sorry l/n, i really didn't mean it. i won't say it again" his tone is genuine, tender as he speaks. he looks deep into your eyes and you know he means every single word he speaks.

"what was that?" you raise your eyebrow and he looks at you with a straight face. it makes you giggle a little, looking back down at your lap. his smile follows after, his arm going around your shoulders. your eyes widened a little as you look back to him, seeing him smile. something about it warms your heart up and you don't like how he's affecting you

"i'm sorry" he accentuates the word, it doesn't even sound like an apology but you don't mind. you know deep down he cares a little. and you would definitely hold that over him for a while

you sniff, wiping the stray tear away with the back of your hand. his thumb gently stroke your shoulder, perhaps unknowingly but it sets the skin ablaze. his cologne and the light smell of coffee make you feel nostalgic. you chuckle a little at your predicament, you never once thought you'd be this close to him. and weirdly enough, you didn't mind it. it felt nice for a change

"don't go all soft on me now, doc" you tease as he nudges you.

"never" he chuckled, gently pushing you away

[coldairballoons]

i've seen a lot of people saying that saltburn (2023) isn't a commentary on class, and genuinely, i have to disagree.

keep in mind, i watched this at 3am last night with my sibling, but i'm also a literature major with a focus in literary criticism of popular culture (including film), so i do know what i'm talking about!

spoilers below the break

first of all, framing saltburn as a conflict between the upper class and lower class is incorrect. in fact, that in itself is one of the major criticisms that comes up throughout it! oliver is quite literally not lower class, but uses the preconception that the cattons will view anyone in a lower social class than them as a tool to manipulate his way into their life. despite this, he is not lower class. and you are not meant to root for him, especially not towards the end.

the marxist theory of literary criticism surrounds the idea that in every story, one of the key concepts is a class struggle. this could be between any class, but the most common is the rich vs poor duality that shows up in most stories - ex. titanic, the fall of the house of usher. the thing is, in both of those examples, the sympathy lies with the victims - the lower class. in titanic, you are meant to feel guilty on behalf of the rich leaving the lower class to die. in usher, you are meant to feel anger towards the mistreatment of those who seek out the treatment the family offers. but while usher is a clear criticism of class, is that its main genre? is is purely a class struggle movie? no. it is a story inspired by edgar allan poe that surrounds horrors of family, trauma, and yes, class, but also morality. meanwhile titanic is supposedly a romance. though jack dawson is young and poor, he is not the only sympathetic character. what i'm saying here is that media is incredibly layered, and while on the surface level, something may not be entirely a class conflict story, those undertones exist throughout, no matter what. even take hit series percy jackson for example. there is still a class discussion to be had there, with percy and his mom struggling with finances, while annabeth and her father live comfortably.

but saltburn is interesting, because the antagonist throughout the entirety of it is, as far as the audience knows, lower class. you are introduced to him, not through judgement for his living condition, but through compassion and generosity. felix offers him a hand, even when he isn't in the same group as him. that in itself is a criticism of class dynamics.

listen. i hate rich people as much as the next gen-z college student. i personally have a hit list with many a billionaire's name right at the very top. but it's undeniable that, despite the class difference, the cattons - at least venitia and felix - are kind to oliver at first. obviously, he is a part of the other, but he is still a person. elspeth enjoys his presence. james treats him as a son. farleigh feels threatened by his presence, because he knows that, if they so choose, they could replace him with oliver.

i want to talk about farleigh for a second.

i literally have not seen anyone talk about farleigh, and i am upset about it. not only is he one of the most compelling characters - a supposed american slacker who lives with his extended family and blows their money on lavish means -, but he is important in the class discussion because it affects him directly. the cattons do not support his mother. she is in america, and although they have the ability to, they actively choose not to. the reason felix is bothered when farleigh implies that it is, in fact, a "race thing", is because it is. why is farleigh the one dependent on the cattons, and risking expulsion from the family? because he is the first other that they encounter.

and then pamela, who not only has sought help from the cattons, but disappears midway through with no explanation. she goes directly from rehab to them, and although she is trying to find a place to live on her own, the cattons offer her no assistance. they offer her nothing, and complain when she is in their space. they offer her NO help, when they so easily could set her up with a small flat and monthly allowance to help her find a job.

and not only is this a criticism of the upper class - the inactivity and extremely single-minded worldview that the cattons have, the amount that they are out of touch with not only the outside world and the lower class, but their own emotions -, it's also a criticism of the upper middle class.

as someone currently in college, whose parents are a college professor and a high school teacher, i am fairly middle class. however, there are so many people in my immediate vicinity - folks i know from high school, in my classes, extended family, etc., - who are Extremely upper middle class. however, they have the comfort of certain things that i, and my family, don't have. that's just part of life. however, in saltburn, oliver milks the "middle" in his "upper middle" class. he milks it, and he runs it absolutely dry.

someone truly in his alleged position would not be able to spend the summer lavishly and hedonistically gallivanting around the countryside of england, playing tennis and smoking cigarettes by the lake. hell, someone in my middle class position wouldn't be able to do that either, especially not while attending oxford fucking university. he would likely need to work, not just to support himself, but to support his mother, especially after - again, allegedly - his father died. and not only is this coming from a place of an oversight on his part, not realizing what his privilege truly is, but it also comes from a place of oversight on the part of the cattons.

do i think that saltburn is a movie about class? nope. at its core, it's a story about a desire for power and possession, ownership and obsession. there is this intense, almost vampiric lust throughout the entire thing, and that's in part what makes it the perfect setting for discussions of sexuality, of madness, and, honestly, class. wealth is power, and the cattons have a lot of it.

[3rachaslut]

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PAIRING; dom!leeknow x subfem!reader

GENRE; smut MINORS DNI !

WARNINGS; dom & sub dynamics, hair pulling, choking, slapping, dirty talk, degradation (lee know calls reader slut, whore) pet names (pup,doll) fingering, overstim, begging, cum eating, oral fixation

WORD COUNT; 1.6k

SYNOPSIS; you’ve been getting way to comfortable flirting with skz members and lee know has had enough of ur sh*t

NOTE; this is my first smut ff so the writing may not be the best but i’m working on it okay ty!

You had really pushed your luck this time. You knew it. The amount of times you had glanced Lee Know’s way only to find his threatening eyes boring into was in the triple digits.

“I’m going to the bathroom guys, two seconds” you sang, flashing a sly smile towards your dark haired boyfriend who was sat on the other side of the room, seething.

You fix your messy hair in the bathroom mirror all the while checking yourself out, feeling proud of how riled up you managed to make your boyfriend. You know how possessive Lee Know is over you, especially around his band mates who all make it abundantly clear how attracted to you they are. If anything, you only took their attention as a compliment and there’s nothing wrong with a little flirting with them if it meant Lee Know would be rougher with you that night.

You open the door from the bathroom and are met by Lee Know towering over you with the same eyes from before.

“Lee Know, what are yo-“ you question. Before you have time to finish your sentence, his hand is around your throat. His knuckles turning white as he tightens the grip around your neck, his frustration getting the best of him.

“Don’t play fucking dumb y/n, you know exactly what you’re doing and I’ve quite frankly had enough of you acting like a slut around my bandmates” he growls.

“I wa- wasn’t” you mewl, eyes darting to anywhere but his stormy expression. Your adrenaline is sky rocketing and you tap his arm rapidly to signal that you are struggling to breathe. He removes his grip from around your neck, instead grabbing your wrist and shoving you into the spare room across the hall.

Lee Know towers over you, grabbing both your shoulders and roughly pushes you onto the bed, your feet dangling over the edge. Your eyes remain fixated on the floor, too scared to look up at him. All of a sudden, your head is jolted upwards and you feel a sharp pain down the nape of your neck.

“Aww has the little slut gone all shy now?”. He feigns sympathy. “Wasn’t shy before when you were flirting with Han and Felix were you? Only 5 minutes ago you were showing off your new skirt to Changbin, barely hiding those whore panties you’re wearing”

You refuse to look at him but you can feel his piercing gaze find it’s way to your clothed pussy.

“Don’t you wish they could see you now huh?” He loosens his grip on your hair and brings his hand forward to caress your burning face. “All submissive… Pathetic” He laughs mockingly, bringing a harsh slap to your left cheek.

“When I ask you a question, you reply whore” he spits through gritted teeth. “So I’ll ask you again…” he cocks his head and leans in so close to your ear that goosebumps form all along your spine. “Don’t you wish they could all see you now, slut?”

“N- No sir, a- all yours. I’m sorry…”

His hand finds their way back to your cheek only to snake down and cup your chin between his thumb and forefinger. As you finally work up the courage to look into his once furious eyes, they turn soft after meeting your gaze.

“Such a good pup for me babygirl” His dark hair falls over his beautiful face and you see his adoring eyes darting over your flushed features, taking all of you in.

“Can babygirl have a kiss sir?” you coo. Lee Know chuckles and you think you have gotten out of this one unscathed.

“Awww pup” he mocks, “Whore’s don’t deserve kisses, they deserve to be punished” His eyes turned cold. “You should know this by now doll…”

“On your knees” Lee Know demanded, accompanied by a downwards motion with his right pointer finger. You slowly make your way onto the cold wooden floor. Now was not the time to be a brat, and you knew this. He parted your legs with his foot, resting it on top of your heat causing you to squirm. His hand found your hair, entwining his fingers into it. He tugged slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to elicit a relatively loud moan from you.

“Be quiet whore, don’t forget we have company” He slipped his fingers into your mouth which you gladly welcomed, sucking on them and twirly your tongue around just to tease him.

“Such a polite kitten, taking my fingers like this” He pushed further into your mouth. “Look at me and don’t look away or you’ll regret it”

Lee Know bent down so he was eye level with you. Suddenly you felt hands reaching underneath your top, sending shivers over your skin and causing your desperate pussy to throb. He took your left nipple into this fingers and teased your sensitive bud, pinching and twisting as he pleased.

“Mm sensitive” You whined. “Sir.. want you”

“Bratty babygirls don’t get what they want doll, especially not after how you’ve behaved tonight. Acting like such a whore, you’d let anyone fuck you wouldn’t you huh? Such a desperate fuck toy” Another harsh slap was delivered to your already puffed cheek. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure making you slip further into sub space.

“Oh babygirl, what did I say about taking your eyes off me” Lee Know reminded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Didn’t mean to sir, it was just an accident” you mewled.

“You just can’t help but disobey me can you?” He exasperated. Immediately, his fingers left your mouth and quickly found their way to your clothed cunt, forcefully yanking your panties to one side of your pussy.

“Didn’t mean it sir!” you pleaded desperately, voice wobbling as you dreaded the treatment you were about to endure. Without warning, two fingers were forcefully thrust into you. You let out a pained moan at the sudden intrusion and soon enough a palm was over your mouth.

“You better shut that whore mouth up y/n or everyone’s gonna hear was a pathetic slut you are. We don’t want that do we?”. His motions in your now soaking pussy were getting more vigorous with every word he spat. You squirmed underneath him, making eye contact with him with a look in your eyes as if to say this is unfair.

A smirk fell across his lips as he placed his thumb onto your sensitive clit and began to make teasing circling motions over it. Your legs began to tremble, struggling to keep your body upright.

“Not so cocky now are you slut? All it took was my fingers up your little pussy and you’re back in your rightful place. Don’t ever forget who you belong to. I could fucking ruin you right now if I wanted to but that would be no fun would it?” His fingers thrusting faster and faster into your cunt now coupled by the stimulation on your clit. It was getting far too overwhelming and you felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. “Instead.. i’m going to make you beg for me to let you cum like the horny slut you are”

You felt a hand wrap around your throat just like before, fingers squeezing either side of your neck causing your vision to go fuzzy. You let out a strained whine in frustration.

“Look at me pup. I want to see those pretty eyes” You did as you were told, staring at him with hooded eyes that were struggling to stay open. Your whines began to become more frequent and desperate as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

“Please sir.. gonna cu- cum. Want to cum s-so b-bad. Please let me c-cum!”. You begged, your voice strained due to the tight grip around your vocal cords. You knew how pathetic you sounded but you didn’t care. Tears fell from your eyes at the stimulation your cunt was receiving.

“Aww, you sound so cute when you beg you know? Such a good babygirl for me”.

“Please sir, i’m s-so cl- close” Your legs were trembling as you tried your best to hold off your orgasm in fear of what would happen to you.

“Since you have been so good for me, I think I’ll let you cum. Go on doll, cum on sir’s fingers like the pathetic whore you are”. Your voice breaks when you let out a cry of relief as you came hard on his fingers. Your body jolted and your face contorted from the pleasure.

“Good girl” Lee Know praised. As you rode out your high he released the grip on your neck, instead moving his hand to your face to stroke your burning hot face with his thumb. You attempt to catch your breath, chest heaving up and down from such an intense orgasm. “Such a good girl for me angel”. His fingers ran up and down your clit and you writhed at the overstimulation. His hand found it’s way back down to your obscenely wet pussy. “Now..be good and taste yourself pup”.

He brought his fingers to your mouth, drenched with your arousal. You lapped at his digits, eyes locked with his and a sweet smile plastered over Lee Knows face.

“Pretty girl…” He said with soft eyes. He removed his fingers from your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your tormented lips. As you regained all your senses, you heard a loud laugh from down the hall which pulled you right back to reality, reminding you of where you were.

“Hopefully no one heard what a slut you are for me hm?…”

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[afyrian]

ch. 6 - don’t worry, it’ll be perfect m.list

    you finish weighing the last block of clay for your last class of the day. slowly, you push it against the table, trying to loosen it up some. a pair of earbuds rest in your ears, like the movies by laufey replaying for the fifth time that day. you hum along to the lyrics, the slight vibration playing along your lips. 

  swaying slightly to the song, you toss it back onto the wooden block, trying once more to knead it into submission. especially if you have students who have never touched a pottery wheel in their life. their foreign attitude towards the craft only enhancing if you were to have them wedge their own clay. 

  you bite your lip, grab the little ball of clay and feel it in your hand. it's soft, malleable, the air pockets finally pushed out. setting it next to the other ones, you take a line of saran wrap and lay it over them, trapping the moisture. resting your hands on your hips, you lean into the song, playing once more. closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath.

  turning towards the front wall, you open your eyes to check the time. accept all you see is osamu standing in your door frame, hands awkwardly stuffed into his pockets. you slowly reach up and pull the earbuds from your ears, grasping at a spot on the chord that has dried streaks of clay on it. "hi," you stare at him.

  you hadn't seen him since he burned your dinner. sure you've seen him around, a little hello when getting deliveries, or as you walk to your car. but you haven't actually seen him. let alone with a casual shirt on with a pair of jeans. however, his onigiri miya hat still rests carefully on his head, the streaks of grey being overtaken by his natural black.

  "hey," he smiles, wider than he likely meant to. 

  there was something about the way you stood in front of him. how a ray of evening sunlight trickles through the window, landing on the clay and underglaze that coats your apron. he stands there, staring right back at you like you're more beautiful now than ever before. 

  "hi," you say once more, setting your earbuds and phone down on the table. the air is thick with tension, gaze unable to meet the other's, "uh, so what brings you to the earthen kiln during the dinner rush?"

  osamu takes a step in, letting the door slowly close behind him, hand outstretched so it doesn't slam. pursing his lips, he looks down at his feet, "my brother signed us up for your class.. which let me just say, he's a handful and i apologize in advance. he even paid with my credit card and then didn't say anything until afterwards."

  "but i am still excited, just not for you to meet him yet," osamu shakes his head, looking up at you with his nose crinkled, lip turned up in a snarl. 

  the word 'yet' sends your mind spiraling. you stand there with a frog in your throat thinking of what he meant by it. yet makes you think of the family-meeting era of a blooming relationship. how someone would invite their partner over, eagerly apologizing for their lack of boundaries or respect. 

  it sends a flutter under your skin, a wire in your brain frying. "i think i'll be okay," you finally muster up a sentence, trying to ignore the increasingly hot feeling you have in your face, "plus you guys could've asked, i would've given..."

  your voice trails off as osamu receives a phone call, a rhythmic tone playing. it’s sweet, attuned to his personality. he grabs out his phone, rolling his eyes as he looks at the screen. bringing it up to his ear, he gives you a look of sympathy, like he can already tell what the person’s going to say.

  “hi ‘tsumu, where are you?” osamu starts, trying to keep his posture straight, although a vein is practically popping out of his forehead, “you can’t come? you’re seriously visiting kita and his girlfriend? the one out in the country? so no one else is coming? okay okay, yeah, thanks a lot.”

  turning off his phone, he lets out a sigh, eyebrows furrowing. turning to look at you, he has a sympathetic expression on his face. “i’m so sorry about my brother, but it seems all the spots taken for tonight will not be filled.. because apparently they’re all out by someone’s farm. i mean i’m still here..” 

  you shrug, pursing your lips, “well, you’ve already paid for it, which i apologize for. but today’s been really long and i’d love to go home early. how about next weekend, private lesson? i have nothing going on saturday and so i can give you all the ins and outs of pottery making.”

  “private lesson?”

  “yeah, just as an apology for the pay going on your card,” you lean against your table, crossing your ankles, “plus then i guess i’ll be able to meet your brother later, whenever you’d like.”

  osamu’s breath catches in his throat, unable to bring himself to say something. you stand so confident, despite the seemingly exhausted state you’re in. he feels a little jealous as he feels like his knees are made of jelly and his hands are a water slide. “that’d be nice,” it comes out hoarser than he expected, taking a step towards you, “maybe i can bring lunch, as my own apology.”

  “lunch would be perfect, how about, until then, you take this,” you walk over to your shelves of pottery, grabbing out a mug that resembles an ice cream cone, “had an extra from a custard place i did some work for. just as a ‘no more apologies’ kind of thing.”

  “well i guess this meal i make will have to be perfect.”

  “don’t worry, if you’re making it, i know it’ll be perfect.”

a/n: osamu’s DOWN BAD and i love him for it <33 might pull a @nectardaddy and just have mbb go on forever AND read ‘88 ford to meet kita’s country gf ;) taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

@bbybibi @etoiile @miyamoratsumuu @girlokarina @gsyche

@cherrypieyourface @zephestia @acowboykisser @whosmarjj @gumiiiiezzzz

@guitarstringed-scars @19calicos @savemebrazilhinata @phoenix-eclipses @theycallmenanamisgirl

[peak-dumbass]

I felt like ranting about TFP/RiD2015 starscream’s character since I feel like a lot of people mischaracterize him, but this turned out to be much longer than I thought it would sooooo click if you wanna see my essay about the most disloyal second-in-command ever :]

So when talking about tfp starscream I hear a lot of his fans mention how bad the show was for not addressing megatron’s abuse of him and for not giving him a redemption arc where he recovers from it and becomes a better person or something along those lines

I don’t want to seem rude, but where the fuck did you guys get the impression that the show was ever going to do something like that?? Or even that starscream was ever going to be viewed in a remotely sympathetic light??? Cuz it definitely wasn’t from the show I can tell you that much

Now I’m not denying that starscream was abused, I do agree with that — but did you guys forget the context of why Megatron feels the need to punish him so brutally? Cuz every single time he does so it’s cuz starscream is trying to take his place as leader of the decepticons and, more often than not, trying to kill him in the process — like did yall forget that one of the first things starscream did in the show was plan to leave megatron to die in space after taking the only thing keeping him alive from his chest and the only reason he didn’t was because he was being spied on by soundwave?

I’m not stating that to say “megatron was right to abuse starscream”, hell no, but I’m stating that to say there was a reason for it in-show and it wasn’t to show that starscream deserves sympathy but to show how ruthless megatron is, especially to people that cross him like starscream

The whole “redemption arc” idea that some people like to cling to is what confuses me the most because are we talking about the same character here?? Are we looking at the same guy because so matter how you look at starscream, he was never meant to be redeemed

This is the same character that, throughout the entire show, is the only one to have killed an autobot on screen — and he did this in his first scene in the first episode — and actively brags about it on several occasions afterwards throughout the show

This is the same character that, when the autobots gave him one chance to see if he could be seen as an ally, couldn’t help himself from mentioning his murdering of cliffjumper to arcee — cliffjumper’s partner — and then using her anger and grief as way to escape, effectively making it impossible that the autobots would ever truly trust him again

This is the same character that, even after leaving the decepticons, can’t help himself from trying to murder megatron (to take his place, not as revenge for his abuse) and getting in the autobots way of stopping the decepticons

The fact that starscream’s seemingly favorite pastime in the show is Attempted Murder so he can become a Worse Dictator is something I think his fans gloss over much too easily — especially since they’re typically the same people that hate megatron for abusing him because starscream *checks notes* keeps attempting to murder him

The only reason why megatron keeps starscream around is because he’s more useful to him alive and working under him than either dead or working against him — and considering how many times starscream has attempted to murder him and has actively ruined his plans, I’m surprised he hasn’t killed him already

Even after all of that happens and starscream finally says “fine, I won’t attempt to kill megatron anymore” in season 3, he’s still ruining his plans with his pettiness and jealousy towards others like shockwave —

no matter what happens to starscream, he refuses to grow and change

— which is why I can’t understand where this “I can fix him cuz the writers refused to” mentality came from

He was never meant to be “fix”-able, at best he was meant to be a doomed character, a cautionary tale and/or a tragic villain — because no matter what happens, he keeps ruining things for himself and refuses to accept that, putting the blame for his failures and feelings of inadequacy on others like megatron or optimus when, in reality, it’s always him who is reason why he can’t be happy

And this carries over into Robots In Disguise 2015 as well, when he returns to be the villain of season 3 (or 2.5, it’s complicated)

He returns to earth so he can find all of the 7 weaponizer mini-cons and link them to himself to become all powerful so he can kill megatron and conquer the galaxy

I’ve seen some people say that “the writers had to add on the ‘conquer the galaxy’ part to starscream’s plan because then it would be hard to justify why the heroes would want to stop a victim of abuse from killing his abuser” and just —tell me you don’t understand starscream’s character without telling me you don’t understand starscream’s character

My Sibling in Primus, starscream has been wanting to do that since the beginning of Transformers: Prime, that’s literally his main reason for constantly wanting to kill megatron all the time — so he can take his place as leader of the decepticons, defeat the autobots, and then become the ruler of Cybertron

While I do agree that starscream wanting megatron dead for all of the pain he caused him is definitely part of his motive here, this type of revenge is never going to shown as a good thing, nor should it

Even after its been several years since megatron left the decepticons after being used by unicron, even after all of cybertron seems to have moved on from the war, starscream can’t let his obsession with killing megatron go — and that isn’t a good thing

Bumblebee confirms that starscream has been assumed dead this entire time, meaning nobody was chasing or hunting him down, nobody was trying to turn him over to the new cybertronian government for his crimes — he could’ve used this as a way to escape it all and finally start anew, find other ways to make himself better and happier after having to deal with megatron looming over him for so long

But he didn’t

He stumbled upon an old megatron plan for gaining power and couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t let it go, he refused to break the cycle and he has no one to blame for continuing it but himself

When he finds the Dark Star Saber and uses it, the sword resists him, with him saying that it’s because the sword doesn’t find him worthy enough to weld it since it can tell he isn’t megatron, but he tries to weld it anyways

I’ve seen one person try to interpret this as a way to say that “this means he isn’t evil since the sword that was made for evil is rejecting him” which is the dumbest take ever, but here’s my interpretation of what the Dark Star Saber’s rejection means

Ever since his first appearance on screen, starscream has been trying to be the leader of the decepticons, the most powerful, the most feared, the most respected — he wants to be megatron so bad it’s painful — and everything that happens to him is telling him that he isn’t

But he refuses to accept that — of course he doesn’t, he’s starscream, megatron’s most disloyal second-in-command — and that’s all he’ll ever amount to as long as he walks his road of selfishness, anger, and revenge

And that’s what he does until he’s defeated again by Bumblebee and his team, because if there’s one thing that remains constant for starscream that isn’t his favorite hobby of Attempted Murder it’s his refusal to grow and change as a person

[celaenaeiln]

I’ve been thinking about Robin Year One and how that inciting incident with Two Face which is supposed to lead to Dick’s character arc throughout the story

Thing is at least for me personally, it wasn’t actually Dick’s fault at all on how badly it went since Two Face was rather unpredictable for the Dynamic Duo, to the point it can be conceivably called Out of Character for Harvey, especially since this meant in being ‘Formerly One of the Guys Bruce can Call a Friend’ Harvey

So if I may propose a very slight rewrite;

Have it so Two Face is genuine in giving Robin a Head Or Tails Choice but then Dick acts preemptively before he can make flip the coin, slipping off one of his boots to fling it right to Two Face’s hand, knocking the coin out of his hand and distracting the henchmen that moment so Robin can slip out of their grasp and make his way to the scaffolds to rescue Batman and the judge being held hostage. He’s able to successfully at least get them down but just as he’s about to untie their restraints…BAM! Then comes the baseball bat

In that moment of rage by losing his coin, Harvey and Two Face have come to an agreement: the brat must be punished for what he did.

Then you get the infamous beat down and Batman for once putting aside his deep down sympathy for Harvey to rescue his partner and the judge

From here it goes somewhat the same, only tiny other change I’ll do here is that Bruce gives Dick one last chance to prove to him that he’s capable of being Robin. He’ll have Dick on an undercover assignment to investigate some disappearances of some youths in Gotham on the streets, and have a small tracker Dick then can tap onto to call him in once he finds the source. Therefore, Dick can still encounter the Academy under Shirke

How’s that all sound?

Robin: Year One Issue #2

I agree!!

Dick changed the rules of their game and he did win because he said "clean side up, the judge doesn't hang."

But Harvey played dirty by using a play on words and cut the rope so "the judge doesn't hang." He cheated even more by having a secret panel in the floor that drops directly into the ocean.

"Have it so Two Face is genuine in giving Robin a Head Or Tails Choice but then Dick acts preemptively before he can make flip the coin, slipping off one of his boots to fling it right to Two Face’s hand, knocking the coin out of his hand and distracting the henchmen that moment so Robin can slip out of their grasp and make his way to the scaffolds to rescue Batman and the judge being held hostage. He’s able to successfully at least get them down but just as he’s about to untie their restraints…BAM! Then comes the baseball bat

In that moment of rage by losing his coin, Harvey and Two Face have come to an agreement: the brat must be punished for what he did.

Then you get the infamous beat down and Batman for once putting aside his deep down sympathy for Harvey to rescue his partner and the judge"

I love the original story but I LOVE THIS REWRITE!!!

Actually as you were describing, I could literally see it play in my head, it's so cleanly written.

I find it very interesting how you wrote about the significance of Two Face's coin and his mental state because I feel like this can be explored even further. Two Face is really into games and binary deals because that's his villain motto. And like his face, he uses the two sides of a coin to represent two different choices but same overall situation. By losing his coin, he lost both choices and it feels like an all or nothing situation of union. Typically both sides are always fighting but now they are one just like how the loss of the coin signifies there are no sides and only one answer. That's really cool!!

Also Batman beating down Harvey and this scene causing the loss of sympathy for his long time friend also makes it clearer why. Actually this writing helped me better understand Bruce's feelings toward Harvey even though it happened the same way in the comic. Bruce has a long line of patience for people who have wronged him. He's sometimes acts like an abused partner in a relationship which is why I feel so bad for him and mentioned some time earlier that I always forgive him for almost anything. I just feel bad for Bruce because he's gone through so much but he also self blames so much and lets criminals like Harvey go out of loyalty and love towards a friend.

However this scene is the feather on the camel's back because even though Harvey was once his friend, the second he beats up Dick he has become irredeemable. He can never forgive anyone who beats up his son and in a way this becomes Bruce's character growth arc too.

All in all this scene is pretty well written wow.

"From here it goes somewhat the same, only tiny other change I’ll do here is that Bruce gives Dick one last chance to prove to him that he’s capable of being Robin. He’ll have Dick on an undercover assignment to investigate some disappearances of some youths in Gotham on the streets, and have a small tracker Dick then can tap onto to call him in once he finds the source. Therefore, Dick can still encounter the Academy under Shirke"

I think this is a great idea! I like the comic version too where Dick cleaverly tricks and lures Freeze into a trap and captures him neatly for the Gotham police.

Robin: Year One Issue #3

This whole scene!!! I just live for Dick being the bane of all the criminals' existence.

"You annoying little gnat!"

"oh."

"I've been planning this operation for months, you little snot."

"...blasted meddling child..."

And the beginning too!

Robin: Year One Issue #1

Robin: Year One Issue #2

The criminals are just not having it!

"Yellow cape. Little pixie boots."

The way they describe him is hilarious too-

"little pixie boots"

It's funny how more than being done in, it rankled villains how they were done in by an elementary schooler who wore a bright canary yellow cape and little pixie boots. Robin dick grayson era was wild.

I love the continuation into Shrike though! The only reason I would have for sticking with the canon one is because it would be hilarious getting Bruce's reaction on Dick sneaking away to train under the league of assassins because he was mad at his dad. The first time Dick ran away, he became trained with the LoA and the second time he ran away, he got caught up in a cult. Dick just has some really crazy luck.

[yanderes-galore]

can i request platonic yandere trapper concepts / headcannons ?

I can try, not sure how to make this platonic but I'll try!

Here's the original romantic version I wrote/I am pulling from.

Yandere! Platonic! Evan MacMillan Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Injury, Violence/Murder, Trauma, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Blood, Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Forced companionship and affection.

Evan overall doesn't change much from the romantic concept.

Like most platonic concepts, his intentions/goal and actions change.

For example, as this is platonic, he would not show more intimate affection.

Evan sees you as a friend or companion that reminds him of the past.

He still sees you as someone who represents a more innocent side he had in life as a young boy.

He didn't have many friends and his father wasn't the best person.

So when he sees you, all caught in one of his traps... looking so very scared and almost pitiful...

Evan feels he wants to keep you.

The killer begins to form a twisted parasocial relationship with you at first.

He's projecting... he sees you as a friend he wants to know more about.

Even though your roles are not meant to be friendly with one another.

You'll notice The Trapper stops trying to sacrifice you.

Instead those same rusty traps that used to try to make you the next kill are used to immobilize you.

Your heartbeat goes crazy when Evan comes over to your trapped form, only to slowly release the bear trap before cradling your leg.

You notice he inspects the wound, looking over the blood, before holding you closer.

If you have a medkit then he even offers to bandage the wound.

As trials go on the killer is no longer a threat to you.

He seems hesitant to hurt you and tries to be more friendly

He knows he's hurt you for... who knows how long, but he tries to earn your forgiveness.

It would take a long time for you to trust him, if you even do.

Evan still shows hostility towards other killers around you and other survivors.

He feels he has to defend you as his new friend from hurt.

Evan seems like he'd be a good listener.

If you ever trusted him enough to talk, he'd listen to every word you said.

Although it's very hard to trust the same guy that murders your friends every trial.

Who knows, maybe you'll get used to it?

What else can you do in these trials?

Evan taps into his locked away sympathy that he had when he was younger around you.

He wants to provide you some comfort despite these trials.

You fear him as you know what he's capable of... but at the same time?

Like in the previous concept, you feel he is the only comfort you have.

You're tired... scared... but it's not like you can fight Evan.

Now that he acts calmer and more docile with you, why should you fight it?

Sometimes you allow Evan to comfort you and see you as a companion.

In a way he begins to feel like that.

Call it stockholm syndrome but you do begin to form a connection with every trial you have Evan in.

He allows you to roam the maps with him following by, he allows you to talk and rant especially about other killers.

You can tell Evan appears frustrated when you mention and killer or survivor you don't like.

Which leads to The Entity having to separate him from another killer... or put the survivor you don't like in a trial with Evan.

Evan is one of the more human killers in DBD, yet it is also quite mature compared to Bubba.

Evan wants to treat you better than his father did to him.

So whenever you meet him, he tries to handle you with care.

Soon you begin to accept Evan as an outlet... despite all that you've been through...

Evan couldn't be happier by the time you give in... he promises to be your companion despite what The Entity wants.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC

Warnings: none

Words: 2764

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23   Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28 Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 39

Leah looks at the screen of her phone. Even after all this time, seeing Sam's name lit up on her phone makes her stomach drop. Her finger hovering over the green answer button. She didn't want to talk to him, especially when Dieufel was still over at his house. But in the end, Sam was her alpha.

Jacob leans over to snoop. They'd been hanging out a lot more, bonding through the fact that both of them imprinted on witches. "He's gonna keep calling if you don't answer."

Groaning, she pinches the bridge of her nose and leans back against the raggedy couch that was in the Black garage. "I know. But the moment I switch to my wolf, everyone will know. Ugh, I just don't want to hear anymore of their pity. I got enough of it with the whole Sam and Emily ordeal. Even more when my dad died."

"I don't think it's pity. More like sympathy because we can feel your pain through the pack telepathy." He tries to explain. Then his own phone started to ring. He raises an eyebrow and turns from Leah for a moment. "It's (y/n)." They hadn't spoken to one another since she told Bella about him imprinting on Evita. In retrospect maybe he should have told Bella. They were friends after all, right? She should be happy for him that he'd found his destined mate.

He decides to answer, knowing that there could only be two reasons why you were calling: to apologize or something bad has happened. But the voice on the other end wasn't that of his friend's. It was Edward who started talking. His speech broken up by the sound of rushing wind. Jacob presses the phone closer to his ear. "What's going on?"

Edward raises the volume of his voice. "Irina is heading your way!"

"What?" Jacob still didn't understand what Edward meant. Irina? The issue with the Denali clan had been taken care of. Or, at least that's what Jacob surmised when (y/n) came back alive. Uncertainly he looks to Leah. "He's saying something about Irina coming here."

The call cuts off.

Leah's on her feet and pulling her tank top over her head. "It's a warning idiot."

Her skin ripples, breaking apart into fur and pure muscle. Limbs elongate and form into ginormous paws with bayonets for claws.

Jacob didn't have the opportunity to shift into his wolf. Standing in the opening of his garage was a woman with pitch black eyes staring at them. Her long, platinum blonde hair tumbled down over her shoulders. By the paleness of her complexion, she could only be Irina.

Leah bares her fangs, the gray fur that ran along her back was raised in agitation. Irina glances at Leah, eyes unblinking. "Such an unsightly creature you are. This is what killed Laurent. . .What the Cullens are protecting. I have all rights to kill you."

He notices the slight flair of her nostrils taking in their scent. Also to see if they were afraid of her presence. Jacob takes trained, slow breaths to lower the increasing beating of his heart. His tongue sticks to the roof of his dry mouth.

Irina's lips curls in a distasteful snarl. "Filthy animals." The hatred she has toward them reeks. Leah's snout crinkles at the scent.

Time moves fast. The moment Irina leaps for Jacob has Leah simultaneously leaping over Jacob's car to get to the vampire. They take a tumble, causing a massive hole in the weak, old wood of the garage. Jacob takes the distraction to shift and there's a fury of snapping jaws when (y/n)'s wolf breaks past the lining of trees, Evita, Dieufel and Edward on her back.

"Irina! Stop!" Edward shouts from atop of (y/n)'s back. He launches himself easily off and into the bramble of vampire fangs and wolf snouts. He grabs Leah by the scruff to stop her and tries to peel Irina away. Irina may as well have been another animal as she gnashed her teeth, trying to get a bite of Leah. Jacob and (y/n) stood on the outside, hesitant to intervene lest you risk harming any of them.

Evita digs out from the bag hanging from her hip something that fell like sand through her fingers as she thrust it into the ball of tangled limbs and teeth. After she mutters a few words, the reaction is near instantaneous, a sudden volt of energy that expel the vampires away from Leah. Leah manages to stay on her feet through the sheer will of her claws in the earth. Irina and Edward slide off to the other side. Finally Edward had an opening to fully get ahold of her.

In her craze, Irina launches her upper body forward as Edward maneuvers her into a secure leg lock. "Now Dieufel!"

Both he and Evita speed over to where Irina and Edward struggle on the ground, eyes focused and hands gracefully weaving intricate patterns in the air while Evita is making a large circle around Edward and Irina. His lips move without any sound coming from them. Citrus smell accompanies his use of magic, like with Evita. Everyone could smell the spell swirling in the air. Irina glares daggers at him the entire time all while trying to free herself from Edward's hold. Around the two vampires, the atmosphere seems to crackle. Leah's ears press flat against her skull at the sensation of each strand of fur is standing at attention. Everyone misses the trickling presence of the others in the pack. They remain at the border of trees and open space but ready to pounce if aid was required.

Dieufel continues his chanting and once Evita has made symbols in the dirt with her finger, the circle glows faintly.

"Edward, let go of Irina as fast as you can and grab my hand." Evita instructs him. His bronze head nods in understanding. In a blink of an eye, he unlatches himself from Irina and is being pulled out of the ring by Evita.

Irina surges to follow but appears to slam face first into an invisible wall. Spinning on her heel and near frothing at the mouth, she moves in Dieufel's direction but is met by the same forcefield. They simply have a stare down. Dieufel is unimpressed by her. He actually looks a bit bored with Irina as he spits out the simple command "Sleep."

Her defiance wavered as an unexpected weariness washed over her. She staggers back a few steps before her eyes droop closed and her body crumples to the ground.

"She didn't get you with her teeth, did she?"Jacob sniffs Leah, (y/n) right beside him casting anxious glances between Leah and Irina. With the threat being neutralized, the others of the pack begin to take steps forward. All are hesitant to believe that Irina is actually unconscious. Her platinum blonde hair spills all around her head. Eyes closed.

"I'm fine."She cedes with a partial snarl. She wasn't concerned about herself. Not in a moment like this where everyone had access to her thoughts and memories now. Even though Irina is down, her adrenaline is still spiked. Instead she finds herself backing away from everyone. Doing her best to put a lockdown on her mind. But there was only so much she could do in retaliation.

Seth's gold eyes were rounded once the information from Leah's psyche seeps in. In the pack, nothing was private or sacred. "Leah, why didn't you tell me you imprinted?"He was hurt. He'd always proven to be his sister's number one advocate.

An issue to be addressed later. Sam circles around Irina, mentally snapping at Seth "Save it. We have bigger things."That couldn't be argued.

Edward reaches under Irina and easily lifts her up and addresses Sam "Your's or mine?"

"Your's. I don't want her anywhere near Emily."He resists the urge to growl toward the comatose vampire. His guard would not be lowered. Not if it potentially meant risking Emily's safety.

"I can't believe she's still asleep." Kate murmurs while sadly gazing down at her sister. With a loving hand, she smoothes down stray strands of her sleek and silky mane of hair, so pale and reflective that it almost appears to have a metallic sheen. It was only a matter of hours before the Denali coven showed up at the home. They gave the wolves a wide berth when they first arrived. Quite different from when they'd met you. Uncomfortable probably due to the fact that they were outnumbered and the members of the pack present preferred to stay in their fur around the Denalis.

Keeping a strict vigil on her was Dieufel. Making sure that Irina did not awaken before they deemed it appropriate. Tanya casts nervous eyes at him. Unnerved by his scent and presence. An oddity to the hermit-like vampires. He needed to monitor the spell that was cast on her at all times. Never before had it been used against an immortal. "She will only awaken when I give the command." Dark eyes clash against gold. While Dieufel could be a charmer, you noticed he had the ability to appear just as fierce. His accent seemed to come out more too.

He wanted the Denalis to know that he was not one to be messed with. The message was clear as Tanya flicks her gaze back to her sister frozen in place on the couch. "Thank you. She is. . . unpredictable right now and can't be trusted. This is for the best." Her throat constricts, choking her words with emotion. "I'm sorry we failed to keep her contained."

Esme speaks to Carmen in the corner along with Eleazar. It's Edward who poses the question to Tanya and a quiet Sam "Any ideas what to do with her?"

"We can't awaken her. That much is sure." Tanya admits.

You hear their conversation from the front foyer, waiting outside of the living room with Evita, Jacob and Leah. No one said a thing, especially Jacob and Leah who merely focus on their bare feet. At least the Cullens had offered them robes while they were there. How many other times have the Cullens lent clothes to your naked pack members? Your own was so soft that you kept pinching the fabric of the sleeve.

The matter of Irina didn't involve any of you. There'd be no point to stay but to listen in on the jurisdiction. Your feet refused to move despite your brain sending your leg muscles signals. Adrenaline still spiked in your veins. Even worse were the nerves that wracked through you from being with Jacob and Leah. Another wolf imprinting on a witch. The elders said that one of the theories of imprinting was that it chose the best mate for you that would give one strong offspring. This was starting to appear to be true from what you've noticed. You imprinted on Edward, a vampire gifted with a special ability; Jacob with Evita who had magic in her blood as did Dieufel. Any child from Evita or Dieufel would prove to be strong and have an advantage over anyone else. Whatever child you have with Edward-

You stop yourself right there when you realize the blush that was heating your face just from thinking about it. Too young to be thinking about having kids with someone you just started dating. There hadn't even been an actual date yet, not with all the chaos that was going on.

A warm hands beckons you. Evita is regarding you, worry plain on her face. "Are you tired? We should go back to Sam's. I'm sure they have everything handled in there. Dieufel doesn't require my assistance."

Catching Jacob's reaction to her voice in your peripheral, you bite the inside of your mouth. Leah imprinted on Dieufel, the young man in the next door room. Evita's friend. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

"We can steal some of Dieufel's herbal smokes." She whispers to you in a conspiring manner, a devious grin to follow.

"Sure, I can hack up my other lung." Laughing in unison, you and Evita discreetly enter the sitting room causing eyes to descend on you. "Evita I are heading back. Unless you guys need anything else?"

Sam pulls away from the huddled group around the couch. "No, you guys can go. But before that, I need a quick word with (y/n)."

You nod, aware that it might have something to do with the imprinting mess that still awaited to be acknowledged. Sam leads you to the farthest wall of the living room though it would do little help with preventing the vampires from listening in. Thankfully Dieufel's attention is focused on Irina.

Your pack alpha leans closer to your ear "Can you keep an eye on Jacob and Leah? I feel bad asking this of you but I need to stay here." He sounds pained that he has to be present in case anything happened with Irina. "Dieufel will probably stay here with us just to monitor. That should make things easier for Leah, but Jake-"

Not wanting him to finish that thought, you touch his beefy bicep. "I know. If he wasn't privy to telling Bella though I doubt he'll be blurting it out to Evita." Jacob hadn't said a word to you since apprehending Irina. He was still mad at you which would make keeping him in line a bit tricky. He hadn't even so much as looked at you the entire time all four of you were waiting out in the hall. Did he really think you may blurt it out to Evita herself like you did with Bella? Sam instructed that it was best for the witches not to know about imprinting right now. There was too much to do. Too much at stake. A good outcome heavily relied on the witches.

Back out in the hallway, Evita was waiting patiently. You turn to the other two. "Sam wants you guys to go back with us. We're not really needed here."

Jacob and Leah exchange a glance. They would rather stay in the house of the bloodsuckers than return to La Push. Leah shifts against the wall. "Is that leech really out cold?"

"So far so good. Dieufel's spell seems to be working." You regret saying his name in front of Leah as you notice the slight flinch in her eyes. Immediately you see Leah's fortified wall of isolation go up. This must have been so hard for her to deal with. You didn't want to push for details, not from Leah. She wouldn't give them to you anyway. "Even if something happens with the spell, there's eight vampires in there alongside him. They won't let her get out."

"That's what we thought the first time." Ruefully hisses Leah. "Her own coven wasn't even able to stop her from escaping."

Evita bristles. "Dieufel's spell will not let you down. As long as he wills it, she will remain asleep." You hadn't seen this fiery expression on your new friend before. "His magic is strong."

Subtly, Jacob nudges Leah in the side with his elbow. They share another look of a silent argument being waged. Acceding, Leah takes a step back both physically and mentally as she murmurs out an apology which was enough to settle down Evita. She must have seen Dieufel as family considering how close the older boy had been to her sister Leti. The way Leah phrased her words must have come out as an insult in Evita's ears. Sometimes Leah didn't filter what she said. Doesn't think of the consequences that could from what she says. Her bluntness could be off putting but you and the pack were used to it by now. Evita was not. **

Atop of Washington's many ridged mountains stood Demetri and Felix.

While Jane may have been happing about the outcome of the newborn army uprising, Felix was not. He'd smelled something. . . off about the area they'd been standing in. Jane hadn't picked up on anything, excited as she was by the carnage of the destroyed newborns.

What the others in the small town of Forks and La Push didn't know was that Irina had already passed information onto the Volturi about something concerning that they should investigate. They'd come across Irina just as they entered the Washington state border.

"Do you think these are the same wolves that Caius ordered destroyed centuries ago?" Felix asks his companion.

"We'll find out soon enough."

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[kimetsu-chan]

hey!!!! I saw that you were writing emergency requests and I was wondering if you could write one 4 me?? I’ve been having a lot of trouble at home recently….my parents got a divorce and are ALREADY remarried. it all happened really quick. I have a lot of anxiety because going from house to house is HARD!! My Stepmom and biological dad fight a lot which doesn’t really make sense….if you know what I mean?? also my stepmom and bio dad have a REAL drinking addiction (maybe that’s why the fight a lot?). I was just wondering if you could write something like that??? The character that I would like to request is Nikolai (BSD).

Pls only do this if you have time to!! ❤️❤️

~Not Fun~

A/N: I apologize if this was late, I’ve been gone all weekend, but I tried to get this out as soon as possible! Please don’t worry, I had plenty of time to write this, I can only apologize as I probably don’t have the best grasp on Nikolai’s character, and I wasn’t quite sure how I wanted to write this scenario out. If this wasn’t quite what you were wanting, please let me know, and I’ll re-write it for you :)

TWs ⚠️: mentions of alcohol, probably at least a little ooc, reader is a minor, platonic relationship, reader cries, no dialogue so I apologize for that

Nikolai knew about your situation at home, you had previously found comfort in confiding in him with that sensitive information. And oddly, he felt the need to.. protect you in a sense.

At first, he hated it, he thought being tied down to a hurting child would take away his freedom. But after some thought, he came to the wonderful conclusion that he was expressing his freedom by caring and comforting you when he did not have to.

He was not tied down to you, he was doing this out of his own will.

And that is what brings us to today.

You were moving houses so often lately, and that toppled on top of hearing arguments and being around alcohol almost constantly had utterly drained you.

Not an ounce of energy remained as you wept tiredly in his arms. His hand ran soothingly across your back, trying to calm your exhausted tears.

He felt sympathy, an emotion that wasn’t quite uncommon, but not what he’d expect to feel towards you. You were so young, yet already burdened by problems you shouldn’t have to bear.

It’s not your fault your parents’ relationship was messed up, so why should you have to deal with the consequences?

It made him angry, to say the least. They were constricting your own freedom. And in his eyes, he wanted you to be free just as much as he, himself, wanted that freedom.

Often, he’d let you stay with him. When there was just a little too much alcohol was being passed around in the house, and when no one would notice your impromptu disappearance.

He’d make space for you in his bed and would kneel beside you, running his hands through your hair all night or until you fell asleep.

It was so oddly nice of him, he felt out of place giving this kind of comfort, especially given his list of terroristic crimes. But he felt like he wouldn’t want to be doing anything else in the world.

He was like a rock for you, something to cling onto when it got too hard. He would never judge you, he would never turn you away. No matter where he was, what he was doing, or what time of day it was, he would always drop everything and come to your aid. You could come knocking on his door in the middle of the night, and he’d be half asleep, ushering you to his room.

You meant so much to him, and he never really understood why. But he soon decided that he didn’t need to understand, he just needed to know that he’d do anything for you.

He’d sacrifice the world to keep you happy and safe.

And if you felt safe crying in his arms, so be it.

A/N: once again, please let me know if you need me to re-write this. I am so sorry that you have to experience this, you shouldn’t have to :(

my parents were going to have me and my sisters switch houses every three days when they divorced and that sounded super tiring, so I kind referenced something like that when writing

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[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Garroth Ro’Meave x reader.

Cw: hurt comfort. Misunderstandings. Mention of cheating.

Garroth is the sweetest boy you will ever meet. He's the type of person to help an old person cross the street or a hurt animal on the road and he's constantly helping others, especially in emotional ways.

Everyone leans on his shoulder for a cry or a hug, but won't do that for himself. He will hide his emotions and let them bottle cause he's so use to being the happy one. He feels like he can't let anyone down by his feelings. So when y/n did something wrong he would go silent.

“Garroth? “ y/n asks as she enters the bedroom door to their shared house but there is no response. Lately, things have been a little strained between them but y/n has no idea why.

“Garroth? She calls out to him again while walking through the house but this time she finds him lying on the couch.

“ garroth I've been looking all over for you” she speaks softly to him.

“ I'm sorry I didn't hear you, “ he says In a not-so-convincing way.

“ Garroth!.” she said once more and this time it made him turn her direction to face her.

“ what have I done!” She asked with a hint of worry very obviously. He signs and looks down like he’s trying to find the right words. While she waits for him to find the right words she gets anxious very anxious.

“Please look at me” she begged him in the quietest voice he’s ever heard from her which made him look up immediately. With tears forming in her eyes he knew he had to say something.

“ for the last few weeks you have been gone till 2 in the morning and lying to me” he Accused her. He looks more tired than upset. Quickly after he spoke her face changed from sadness to guilt.

“ garroth-“ she is cut off by garroth angrily saying.

“If you weren’t in love with me anymore you didn’t have to cheat, who was it? Dave from work? You told me I didn’t have to worry about him!”

“ You don’t! Listen to me “ she says walking closer to him but in retaliation, he stands up and backs away from her.

“Listen to me baby I swear it’s not like that just let me explain! “ she pleaded trying to walk his way but he wasn’t having that and ran up the stairs.

“ garroth it’s not what you think” she cried while chasing him up the stairs. Garroth locks himself in their bedroom leaving y/n outside the door.

“Garroth listen I’m not cheating on you please let me tell you will I’ve been gone!” She said. But there is silence on the other side of the door. Making y/n turn around and slide her back against the door till she's sitting on the floor.

“ I've been working night shifts at Nana's cafe for extra money. I needed the money to buy you that bracelet that you said you wanted really bad but could never buy it for yourself” she explained.

“ how am I supposed to trust your words when you were lying to me for who knows how long” he cried out. Y/n feels so terrible she never meant to cause him any pain.

“Baby please just look in my sock drawer you will find the bracelet and this note I wrote for you please” she pleaded for him to listen. After she stopped talking there was a moment of silence but the heavy footsteps walking towards a part of the room and a drawer opening. after there was silence again for a full minute that felt like an hour to her. Heavy footsteps and steps began getting closer until the door flew open and Garroth tackled her in a hug farther onto the ground the she already was while sobbing his eyes out on her shoulder.

“ I’m sorry sweet boy I never meant to make you feel like this” she whispers while her hands are wrapped around his neck and back of his head to gently run her hand through his hair, it always calms him down and she knew that. After a moment of him crying he sits up and holds her face with both hands to look her in the face.

“ I’m so sorry I’m sorry I was just so scared it was so scary thinking I was going to lose you” he confesses. Y/n looking at him with so much sympathy her eyes start to tear up too.

“ I know baby I know I’m sorry “ she apologizes while holding his cheeks to wipe his tears. After some loving sympathetic looks shares back and forth with each other y/n tries to lighten up the mood by saying

“ so you like the bracelet?” Garroth giggles at the icebreaker.

“ yes I love the bracelet and the note and especially you “he laughed while leaning in to give her a kiss.

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

How about a 21. this is a very long hug now sort of hug

"You look like shit," Gerry noted cheekily as Jon entered his office. His inherited assistant was lounging in his chair, feet up on the desk and arms crossed behind his head. He looked so completely at ease and comfortable in his presence, no trace of anger or distrust, that Jon almost didn't snap at him for being in his space.

"Feet off the desk," he ordered without much bite as he hung up his bag and coat. Gerry rolled his eyes but removed his feet anyway. "Why are you here so early?"

"Making sure you don't sneak off to the tunnels without me again." Jon tensed, but there was no accusation in Gerry's voice. "I told you, if someone's gonna be eaten by whatever's lurking down there, it's gonna be me."

"No one else is being eaten," Jon rebutted, stomach roiling and remorseful shame nearly pulling him down to the floor. He was already having a bad enough day, after being woken by nightmares and a splitting headache. His worm scars itched like mad, and he knew he couldn't scratch them, or the guilt would dig in deeper. He'd made it to the Archives, only to be met with stony silences from his other assistants. Which was hardly unusual, these days.

Sasha almost completely ignored him, focused on her research to find a way to break free of the Archives without killing him. Jon did appreciate that she was still trying to find an alternative solution to that. Tim's silences were laced with fury, obviously blaming him for all that had befallen them, and poor Martin. And Jon couldn't blame him for that. It was his fault, all of it, because he'd been too full of himself, too blind to reality until it was too late.

His recent paranoia regarding Gertrude's death certainly hadn't helped matters at all either.

He knew he deserved all of their rage and hatred towards him, but it was bothering him, even more than it usually did, the painful ache in his chest tight and unignorable. The atmosphere in the Archives had never been the greatest, thanks to all the stress and fear and, yes, his attitude hadn't helped much. But they had been his friends, once. Jon had been able to relax and chat with them on occasion, enjoy himself in their presence. There was none of that now, when he really could use it, but in no way did he deserve a kind word from them now. He didn't deserve any of their kindness or sympathy.

The only one he had now was Gerry, who was looking at him with an odd concern.

"You okay?" he asked. "I was- I was trying to make a joke, but...yeah, that was bad phrasing, sorry. I just meant I can take a hit better than you can. I have more experience with these things." He laughed awkwardly, shifting in the seat, and Jon wished he could tell him. That he didn't want anyone else be be hurt because of him, and especially not the person he was closest to. Gerry was the only one he could really trust, he told them all that he could, and he somehow didn't hate or blame Jon when he still didn't listen to him. That meant more than he could possibly say. So he didn't even try.

"I..." Jon trailed off, feeling the words drain right out of him. He couldn't even think of anything to say, whatever words he had that would explain, or make things right. Gerry tilted his head at him, then got up from Jon's chair, crossing the room to invade his space, stepping in very close to him.

"Here," he offered, opening his arms. Jon tensed up automatically, but they were gentle as they wrapped around him, a bit uncertain but so strong as his arms cinched tight and pulled him in. All of the tension flooded out of him as Jon went limp, slumping into Gerry's strong chest with a long sigh. Gerry smelled like the cigarettes they had shared, the long nights filled with explanations and stories. Safety and security.

"I- okay," Gerry conceded when he tried to loosen his hold, but Jon didn't budge. His own arms locked around Gerry's middle, holding him tight, so tight that he didn't feel like he was drowning anymore. Gerry put his arms back around him, patting his back and rubbing up and down his spine. "Okay, guess we're doing this now."

Jon hummed agreement, glad Gerry had gotten the point. He had no interest in letting go and facing reality again. It felt so good, even if Gerry seemed rather unsure of what to do with his hands. He probably hadn't had many occasions to hug other people before, Jon realized sadly. He recognized those awkward fumbles, so similar to how he felt sometimes. But his hands finally settled, and Gerry pressed into him as well, and they both relaxed into the embrace, taking a long moment to simply be together. Jon felt like he could stay there forever.

"Gerard, you in here?" Jon tried to bolt out of Gerry's arms, but they were still tight around him even as Gerry turned to face Tim in the doorway. He shoved his face into Gerry's chest, not wanting to look at Tim's face. He could imagine his expression perfectly well.

"Need something, Stoker?" Gerry asked, so casually, as if he wasn't currently giving his boss a bear hug.

"I...Jesus fucking Christ," Tim swore, sounding so defeated. "I'm not even...no." He didn't elaborate, and Jon heard his footsteps fade away as he left. Gerry groaned.

"I can't wait to hear it from him later," he grumbled. Jon wondered what he could mean, but Gerry finally let him go and stepped away, and he had to concede that the embrace was over. Gerry looked even more awkward, pulling into himself and looking away. "Was that...alright?" he asked softly. "You just...you looked like you needed a hug."

"Yes," Jon agreed, just as softly. "I...appreciated that. A lot."

"Good," Gerry whispered, his cheeks turning the slightest bit pink. "Good. I, um," he cleared his throat. "I'll go see what Tim wants."

Jon nodded, watching Gerry as he weaved around him and out of his office, closing the door behind him. He felt warm, and unbelievably comforted. He could almost believe that Gerry's hug alone could have given him the strength to make it through the day.