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jacaerysgf · 6 months ago

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summary: your long time betrothed jacaerys heads to winterfell to make good relations with the north, your relationship has always been one of love and happiness until you show up a month into his trip to winterfell where everything seems to have changed between the two of you. your relationship may never be the same and it has everything to do with a particular stark.

jacaerys velaryon x cregan stark x fem!non targ!reader

cw: infidelity, internalized homophobia, queer cregan and jace, threesome, poly relationship, hand job, oral (f), prob ooc for everyone man, p in v, anal, top!cregan, sub!jace, dom!reader, like one smack to the face, ‘sara snow’ mention? (its just cregan), not proofread

an: havent written in a hot minute im rlly rusty but ive gotten asked to write this for forever so here you go 😁

perm jace taglist ! (open) @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jacesvelaryons @earth4angels @itsemohours @valdezthg

perm cregan taglist ! (open) @ireneispunk

He had been acting weird since you arrived. avoiding you at every turn, barely speaking to you and it bothered you to no end. His letters to you had been nothing but positive, speaking highly of winterfell and the lord stark who jacaerys also seemed to be avoiding as well.

he spoke about how much he missed you, how much he longed to see you but now that you were actually here he seemed to want nothing to do with you. a month ago you were the love of his life, he was obsessed with you, and now he would not even do so much as look your way.

then you heard the rumor for the first time. It seemed everyone had been trying to hide it from you but you heard it one night. the maids had been talking around the corner. Sara snow. The lord rumored bastard sister. With pretty long dark hair just like her brother. They had been sleeping together for basically his whole time there you presumed, you had even heard they got fucking married in front of the weirwood trees before you showed up.

You were sick. so sick about everything so sick of the thoughts you were having and you grew angry, furious but you managed to stay rational, calm, for now.

“are you happy?” he looked up at you started, you had barged into his room and locked the door quickly behind you. “y/n-“ “i am not angry, i was angry, but this is a very typical thing in marriages here i just wish you had informed me,” He stands up from his desk. readjusting the buttons on his white tunic to cover himself up further as he looked at you alarmed. He looked beautiful and you hate that. His hair wet and face flushed as he tries to find his words.

“i dont know what,” “ive heard the rumors. everyone talks about it, everyone looks at me with pity in their eyes. whether its this sara snow or some other lady i dont care because i believe it.”

He freezes. He looks down at his hands which shake, you wait for him to say something. Anything. a part of you hopes he denies it, even if it would be a lie you pray he can give you some false sense of hope but he doesn’t. merely standing quietly in shame while you let out a soft laugh devoid of anything. “if you wish for our marriage to be one of agreement then so be it. but do not try to trick me into believing itll be anything more than that any longer i refuse it.”

You turn to walk out of the room, no longer being able to stand in his presence but as you go to open the door his voice calls out to you. “there is no other lady.”

You scoff and turn back to him, his eyes are glazed over with tears as his chest rises with heavy breaths. A part of you wants to walk over to him and wipe his tears off his face but you remain firm as you scoff. “do not take me for a fool-“ “i mean it. there is no lady.” he puts an emphasis on the word that has you tilting your head. you open your mouth to question him until the pure desperate look on his face causes it to click. there is no lady. but there is someone.

“im sorry.” he flats and looks as though he did not expect you to say that. “for what? you have nothing to be sorry for it is i who should be-“ “i cannot be mad at you for who you are it is not your fault.” He walks over to you as you close the door, grabbing your hands as he shakes his head. “you miss understand me i like you i love you like i man loves a women but he,” he lets out a frustrated sigh but you can tell its not directed at you, “i love him as i love you.”

When there is a silence in the air for far longer than he likes he squeezes you hard tight as he looks at your blank face. “please say something my love.” “who is it?” he looks down once more as you remain firmly staring at him. “y/n..” “who?” “cregan.” He says his name likes its forbidden, the word travels in the air like a brush of wind but you still hear it all the same.

he doesn’t dare look up at you again as another wave of silences washes over you two. His heart is aching so badly he wants to clutch his chest and fall to the ground. He does not want to be like this, one of those men. He holds himself in higher regard, but he cant help how he feels about the winter wolf who smiles at him so kindly. He thought it could be one and done, manage to shake this illness from his skin and be done with it but it has only gotten worse.

it is wrong. he should not want to love cregan as he loves you. you are his light his world but why does he think of cregan as he thinks of you. Its wrong, immoral. He should be punished, he wishes for you to yell, to scream at him, hit him but you don’t. you merely pull away from him and walk out the room without another word. He drops to his knees when as you shut the door and he clutches his chest as he begin to sob, he is a monster and this fate is a cruel but just punishment in his eyes.

Cregan wake up that morning prepared to walk the same routine he always does. The images of the dark haired prince that flash in his mind go ignored another day as they have been ever since the princess arrived. he did not hate you, no he actually rather liked you a lot but he did miss getting to spend time with jacaerys who clung to his side before you had shown up and now had not even spoken a word to him.

He walks into the hall and pauses. There you sit, arms crossed and two plates of hot foot in front of you. it clicks. he looks around at all the guards and maids in the room, “everyone out.” the room quickly scatters, “and make sure nobody enters.” the doors as shut with a hard slam as he stalks towards you, eyeing you down with a gleam of mischief in his pupils. “its a shock to see you here princess.” “i am not a princess.” he hums as he takes a seat and begins to pick at his food while you merely stare at him. “something the matter?” “how long?”

he raises his brow as he dunks his bread in the soup before shoving it in his mouth, “how long what?” “dont play dumb with me lord stark.” He chuckles leaning back in his chair and you find yourself readjusting in your seat. He watched you with a pleased look as he licks on of his fingers. “not long enough that your pretty little head should be worried about it princess.” “he said he loves you.”

cregans face falls and his face turns serious as he looks at you. He can see the questioning in your eyes and lets out a sigh. “two weeks. but we’ve been friends this whole time. i never meant for it to go further i swear on my sons life. stepping in between the bonds of a betrothal is not my way.”

You hate that you find yourself believing him. you itch at your skin to the point it becomes red. “do you like him?” cregan scratched at his jaw as he moves his food around on his plate. “i do. very much. i apologize.” he watched as you take a deep breath as you stare at your plate, “i will not peruse it, you are his betrothed and it would be inappropriate and wrong of me. i will leave him alone, i will never even glance at him i have disrespected your honor and dignity enough.”

he stared at you waiting for a response, he watches as you bring the bowl of soup to your lips snd take a long sip before placing it back down and wiping the excess from your lips. “would you accept his mother terms here and now so we could leave by the afternoon if i asked?” “yes of course anything you want.”

he expects you to ask him to do it but you merely bring your chalice to your lips as a sinister grin finds its way to your face. “do you find me pretty lord stark?” his brows raise in question but he coughs into his fist, “um, yes i do princess.” he watches as you lean over the table and grin at him sweetly. “just how pretty lord stark?” he almost asks you whats wrong before he feels your foot drag up his leg slowly letting out a shaky breath before a groan as your food digs into his bulge. shakily and breathlessly staring as you as you press your boot covered leg harder against him leaving him gripping the table. “i have an idea im sure you will be pleased with.”

jacaerys is on the edge of cracking. he had not seen you all day. he had gone to your room to ask you to have breakfast with him but he was informed you were not there. he had gone looking for you, searching every corner for you and he found nothing. nobody would even tell him where you were but they all had an odd look in their eyes when they said that to him.

He does end up seeing you, finally with cregan stark on your arm and he feels his heart plummet. “good day jacaerys.” his mouth opens and closes like a fish as he stares at the two of you. “good,,, day,,,?” he watches the look the two of you share as he feels his heart stop, “cregan’s been showing me around a bit would you like to join us?”

He feels like this is a trick. The two of you look far too happy, he gulps and fiddled around a bit before giving you a weak nod. he ends up trailing behind the two of you as the two of you talk about winterfell. you ask cregan about the history of certain things and he eagerly answers your questions. jace is just waiting for the fire to lit, for the two or you to turn on him and begin to berate him.

His mind wanders as he imagines the two of you punishing him the way he deserves, cregan holding him down while you tease his cock, refusing to give him what he truly wanted. He lets out a light whimper as his thoughts continue to run wild and his eyes widen as he coughs into his fist trying to play it off as nothing. He lets out a sigh of relief as the two of you say nothing but he misses the look the two of you share.

You all arrive at a large study, “this was my fathers before he passed.” “do you not use it?” cregan shakes his head, a more somber look on his face. “i should, i will, one day, for now his legacy shall be preserved here.” you hum and nod your head in understanding. you take off your cloak as cregan also begins to strip himself of his outerwear. jacaerys stares at the two of you confused, you walk over to him and begin to untie his cloak from around his neck. “you should make yourself comfortable jace.” “what is happening my love?” he asks you in a hushed voice but you dont answer him, a small smile creeps its way onto your face and he grows worried.

he allows you to strip him down to his undertunic, making no move to fight you his eyes drift behind you to cregan who has made himself really comfortable his undershirt untucked and being held open but just one button, cregan raises his brow at jace as he catches his eyes, taking a long drink from his bottle.

you grab his face and jacaerys blushes, “what are you looking at?” cregan stalks his way over and stands behind jacaerys his hands wrapping around his waist as jacaerys feels his breath caught in his throat as cregan presses his head into his neck.

“you’re such a greedy boy, wanting two people at once huh?” he whines. cregan begins to suck at the skin on his neck. he’s confused. he has no clue whats going on. “what’s happening?” he curses as your hands dip into his pants and harshly grab at his cock, “me and your secret lover have come to an agreement isn’t that right?” cregan lifts his head and hums. He watches in amazement as the two of you share a small kiss and he throbs at the sight of the two people he cares for most being intimate.

“hmm thats right princess.” jacaerys struggles to think as you tug on his throbbing cock, rubbing your thumb around his tip as cregan goes back to sucking on his neck. “since you’re so greedy, you can have us both arent we so kind?” jacaerys moans in delight at this turn of events and buckles his hips into your hand. your face sours and you lightly smack him across the face, “and not a single thank you? you’re disgusting.” jacaerys whines and shakes his head vigorously. “im sorry im sorry thank you thank you i love you.”

He feels cregan chuckle into his neck, his hands pull away the buttons on jacaerys tunic not caring about the now ruining garment as cregan caresses his skin. jacaerys continues to greedily rut his hips into your hands feeling himself closer and closer to his release. He suddenly feels cregan press into his back and he lets out a shudder as cregan begins to grind his hips against jacaerys, his tunic having long been disregarded and their bare skin presses against each other.

Your hands are suddenly pulled off him and cregan also takes a big step away from him and jacaerys whimpers at the loss of contact and the way his cock throbs as his orgasm dies down. “dont think im going to let you get away with this that easily.” your lips are suddenly presses against his and a fury and he eagerly tried to match you. “fucking another man behind my back so cruel.” he whimpers as it feels like a dagger begins to dig into his chest, “im sorry im sorry.” he slurs against your lips messily as you begin to pull him back as you sit on the bed, staring up at him. “prove it.”

He drops down to his knees like he was born to, quickly throwing himself under your skirt and get a taste of you like hes been craving for weeks now. your hand grips the back of his head while he begins to lick at you through your underwear and you look at cregan who takes another chug from his bottle before placing it down and walking back over to the two of you. jacaerys pushes aside your underwear and moans into you as he gets a taste of you. you gasp and look down at jacaerys skirt over head as your free hand grips at the sheets below you. “fuck jace.”

as his lips wrap around your pearl he gasps into you as he feels a body press against him and hands wrap around his cock. “dont think im not gonna join in.” jacaerys heart pounds as he continues to messily eat at you while cregan rubs his hands all over his cock, coating his fingers in his precum before sliding him inside of jace. his back arches and the vibration of his moan has you throwing your head back while cregan works open his hole as hes done plenty of times now.

the pit continues to build in your stomach and you lock eyes with cregan who grins at you and you wipe some sweat off your face, “dont you look pretty?” “shut the fuck up cregan.” the man laughs as he continues to work his fingers inside of jace, “you look so pretty when you’re about to cum doesn’t see jace?” the man though he cant see you now knows the expression on your jace far too well and nods eagerly against you. once you do release jace eagerly licks up every drop before you rip his head away and cregan pulls his fingers out. jacaerys still without any sort of release grows desperate as tears stream down his face.

“im sorry im sorry ill be good i swear please just let me cum please please.” you lean back into the bed and stare at cregan with a mock pondering look, “hmm what do you think my lord you think hes been good enough?” cregan smirks while jacaerys looks up at him with a pleading look, “oh how can you deny this face? look at him.” cregan cups his face in his hands and brushes some of his tears away. you look at jacaerys fucked out face and pretend to ponder for a few more moments while jacaerys squirms in cregans arms before grinning. “fine, come on my love.”

jacaerys heart beams at your words finally calling him by the affectionate name you had given him and he rushes towards you, “undress us.” his hands greedily tug off your clothes stripping you both bare and you grab his face and kiss him lightly. “you know ill always accept you jace, no matter what.” the layered meaning of your words hits him like a truck and the tears continue to well in his eyes, “i do not deserve you.” you shake your head as you affectionately run your fingers through his hair, “if this is who you are i do not mind it. i am serious, the three of us can be together if you so wish. cregan will grow on me im sure.” “im still here you know.”

you lightly chuckle as jacaerys beams at you, “you are the most amazing person i have ever met.” cregan now as bare as the both of you walks towards you two and raises a brow, “am i atleast second place?” jacaerys turns his head towards him, “of course you are.” cregan softly smiles and leans to press a gentle kiss against his lips.

When the two of them pull away the lust returns and you greedily turn jacaerys towards you and pull him into a deep kiss, falling back with him on top of you, “fuck me jace.” he moans as he eagerly lines himself up and pushes into you, shoving his head into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. he begins to work himself into a gentle rhythm before he feel cregans cock press against his hole and he freezes as cregan works his way inside of jacaerys.

jacaerys has never felt so full. so content. with the two people he loves the most bringing him to the heights of pleasure. he hopes his days are like this for the rest of his life, with the two of you by his side. that night after you had left the study and made a mess around cregans room as well he listens to the two of you bicker in bed about the mess youve made in his father study and how his legacy has been tarnished, “is it not strange he has a bed in his study?” “my father spent most of his time in his study, how do you think i was made?” “yuck do not say those things.” “oh you were certainly not complaining as i was eating-“ “oh dont bring up old news stark.” that night jacaerys falls asleep with a big smile on his face your voices lulling him to sleep.

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animehideout · 1 year ago

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I think a lot about jjk men being angry because their gamer girlfriend ignores them 😩

(sorry for the writing, english is not my first language

JJK Men x Gamer GF

a/n: Hello anon thank you so much for your request. I had fun writing this one. I really hope you like it 🫶🏻

( Requests are open )

Characters: Gojo Satoru / Toji Fushiguro / Ryomen Sukuna / Nanami Kento.

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru has been very busy with endless missions lately, getting home really late.

To ease your lonliness, you started gaming.

Well till it turned into addiction.

You were kinda mad at him for not making time for you or at least speak to the higher-ups to take some days off.

But you never talked that out with him, since you didn't have the chance to express yourself.

He surprisingly arrived early tonight, excited to spend the night cuddling with you while watching movies.

But he didn't expect you to have your eyes glued on the screen in front of you while gaming like a maniac.

The room echoed with the sounds of keystrokes and game music.

He jumped in excitement to surprise you but no reaction.

“huh? baby! Im hooome”

“hey” you smiled unenthusiastically at him and quickly turned your focus back on your game.

He raised his eyebrow, watching as you delve into your virtual world, a world seemingly more captivating than his presence.

Would try everything to bring your attention towards him.

He knows his touch makes you weak, so he leaned in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head, wishing to draw your attention away from your screen.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

His attempt failed miserably, you just hummed in return completely ignoring him.

When his affection didn't work he started teasing you attempting to provoke you and get a reaction out of you.

“You sure you can play this game? I feel like you suck at this”.

When his teasing fell on a deaf ear as well, his frustration reached its peak.

His calm and amused voice turned into an annoyed tone.

“ARE YOU REALLY GONNA IGNORE ME FOR THAT STUPID GAME Y/N?” he would yell in an unusual harsh tone.

The question hang in the air as it left you momentarily stunned.

“Why the hell are you yelling?” you would question.

“Oh so now I got your attention?! I've been trying to talk to you for half an hour now and all what you did is playing your stupid game”.

His anger was very evident.

He would remove his blindfold throwing it somewhere in your shared bedroom.

“So you got mad because I was focusing on playing my game but you didn't consider that I'm probably the one who's mad because you're never home” you let out of everything, confronting him.

“you're comparing this stupid game to my job?”

Oh boy he fucked up, he didn't get the whole point.

After raging and snapping at you he would give you the silent treatment.

Of course his narcissistic ass wouldn't apologize first.

He's convinced that it's your fault even though he was offensive as well.

You would eventually say sorry and he'll show you his bright smile at the spot.

Both of you would talk things out and find a solution to spend more time together.

“so we good now baby?...can we cuddle?”

“yeah Satoru just lemme finish this round” you would joke.

Toji Fushiguro:

As much as he enjoys your giggles and the way you throw cute tantrums while playing, he HATES IT when you're completely engrossed in your game, oblivious to the way he's sitting there watching you.

Kinda paradoxical.

He wished to have you in his arms.

Or having you on his lap while making out.

But all of these were just thoughts crossing his mind cuz you don't seem like you're finishing your game any time sooner.

And that annoyed him to the core.

“y/n, y/n ?”

“HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE”.

You didn't even hear him with having your headset on.

He's very possessive of you and he wants all of your attention to himself.

Especially when you started chatting with your friends, while playing together.

That shit was his last straw.

“Thats it...get your ass over here y/n”

You would look at him in disbelief.

Mouthing “my friends heard you”

“oh trust me I don't give A SINGLE FUCK” he would yell again.

You apologized to your friends and quickly paused the game.

“Are you out of your mind Toji why did you say that”.

“Why did you apologize to your friends while I'm the one you should apologize to”

He would stand up approaching you, narrowing his eyes, clearly pissed.

His giant figure making you take a step back, trapping you between him and your desk.

“Now what should I do to you for ignoring me for too long huh?” he whispered.

You started stuttering, his strong aura did things to you.

His narrow eyes piercing through you, sending shivers down your spine.

“I- I'm s-sorry” you gulped.

“What a good girl...now turn off that computer before I smash it and get your ass on the bed”

Well you had no other options, so you obeyed him.

Unless you want to act bratty which will result in him punishing the hell out of you.

Would spend the whole night cuddling you, literally smashing you in his strong arms, never letting go of you. 🫶🏻🥹

“But Toji I really need to use the bathroom”.

“Nuh-uh”.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Two possibilities, whether you're too bold or you're suicidal and have a death wish to test this man's patience.

They just released this new game and you're completely obsessed with it.

You would spend hours playing it, luckily Sukuna was busy with some things so he didn't notice the way that game took your whole attention and energy.

He wants to be the one taking all of your time and energy.

But when he does notice, oh god, run or pray for your life.

“y/n come here let me kiss you”

“one second!!!”

He would look at you in disbelief.

Cocking his eyebrow, while leaning back .

Even though your back was facing him, you could feel the daggers he was sending your way.

“I said NOW”

“Please baby, I'm winning be there in a sec-”

You didn't even get to finish your sentence when he threw your whole set up off of your desk.

Your eyes would widen in shock.

You don't know if you should feel sad that your whole gaming set up got destroyed or scared that you're the one about to get destroyed.

“You dare to ignore me.. that's bold of you y/n” he would say in his deep voice, making your chest tighten.

“I'll only allow this once, there won't be a second time... do you understand?”

You would nod immediately.

He would throw you on his shoulder taking you to your shared bedroom.

“You need to be taught a lesson after all”

Of course he wouldn't apologize that he got angry at you.

I mean, it's Sukuna we're talking about.

The next day, Sukuna would surprise you with a new gaming computer with complete setup.

You've never imagined him doing this gesture but you truly appreciated that the king of curse actually considered your feelings.

“I don't understand what humans find so entertaining in this game... you should try murder is much more fun..”

You would happily unbox it and place it on your desk.

“Now, Doll next time when I tell you to stop you stop immediately without any stupid excuses”.

Nanami Kento:

Would be home after a long day at work.

Brings dinner with him and expects both of you to eat together while talking about your day and future plans for the weekend.

Only to find you in a dark room, only your computer screen glowing.

“y/n I'm home darling!”

“oh hey there baby” you would simply say eyes still glued on the game.

He wouldn't think much of it even though you were used to jump on him, embracing him in a long hug and telling him how much you missed him.

But lately all what you've been occupied with is this game.

Would give you space, while he takes his time to shower, prepare the table for both of you to have dinner.

“y/n dinner is ready, let's eat”

“yeah yeah I'll be there in a sec Kento” you said, agressively pressing the buttons on your controller.

He would sigh and head to the kitchen, to wait for you there.

Half an hour has passed, an hour and you didn't show up yet.

“shit” you said to yourself when you checked the time.

You ran downstairs to find him on the couch watching TV.

You slowly approached him and sat next to him.

“ken-”

“you don't have to say anything y/n”.

Your heart ached because you know you screwed up.

He would ignore you, his eyes fixated on the big screen in front of him.

You would place your hand on his lap but he would reject you.

“Kento please”

He would start lecturing you.

“You know, that was extremely childish y/n.. I've been waiting for us to have dinner together since the moment I left the morning.. that's what keeps me going.. knowing that I'll come back home to find you..but you did what? you ignored me”

He would be really furious but he kept it to a low and cold tone.

No matter how much he gets pissed he'll never raise his voice at you.

You would look down, embarrassed and feeling extremely guilty.

“I'm your husband y/n , lately you're not fulfilling your duties towards me like I do to you..”.

He is a responsible man, and he believes in efforts from both sides.

You would end up crying.

And he'll end up apologizing even though it was your mistake from the beginning.

He hates seeing you cry, especially because of him.

He regretted getting angry at you.

Between sobs you managed to explain to him that you were trying to win an award by getting the first place in this game.

Would bring you to his chest, holding you close.

“shh I'm sorry.. that's okay. I understand. I'm sorry if my words were harsh”

Would wipe your tears.

Doesn't go to work the next day and spends the day with you while you teach him how to play.

Thank you for reading (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 years ago

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helloo this is my first time requesting so please bear with me

can i request for for a scenario with a male reader who has no care for the world and just goes with the flow so when the killers try to kidnap or kill him he’s just chill and like 😐 any killer are fine :)

thank you and feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable!

Ooh im so honored to be your first ask! I hope this does you justice!

Tw: kidnapping, mentions of torture

Thank you so much for requesting

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Toby

He gets very worried when he sees you aren't reacting

Did he do something wrong? Are you the wrong person? Oh god, did you even know you were being kidnapped??

He's pacing back and forth in front of you, almost forgetting that you're there

That is, until you sigh loudly through the rag that was shoved into your mouth

He looks up at you "what?"

You raise a brow before looking down at the rag

"Oh." He mutters, coming to be in front of you and taking the rag out

You cough and move your tongue around, trying to get rid of the cotton mouth "so when can i go home?" You ask

He looks at you, bewildered "uh...do you not see what's happening? You're being kidnapped."

"No, i got that part, i just have work in the morning so i don't wanna be late for that"

He sighs and rubs his eyes before looking at you once more "no, you see, I'm not going to be returning you home. You are staying here, until your family pays the agreed ransom amount"

You sigh "darn. Alright."

He shoves the rag back in your mouth and continues to contemplate on his worries...

Brian

One of the reasons he enjoys his job, is that he at least gets some sort of gratitude out of it

Knowing his victims fear him, makes him feel strong and superior

So when he kidnaps you and you don't care, that really ticks him off

He doesn't show it at first, trying to get you to fear him in the easier ways, such as telling you all of the things he's gonna do, telling you that you're gonna be here forever, etc

And when that doesn't work, he amps up the pressure a little, threatning you, threatning your family and friends, etc

And when that doesn't works, he amps it up a little more, holding his gun to your head, slicing various parts of your body with his knife, etc

One way or another, he will get you to fear him, he doesn't care what it takes

Eventually, he will even go as far as to leaving you alone, tied to a chair in the dark, with no one else but yourself to keep you company

How long he leaves you like this depends on how angry you made him

It may range from just a day or to a week or so

The longest he'll let you stay down there by yourself is until you are on the brink of starvation, he needs you alive, after all...

Eyeless Jack

Personally, he couldn't care less whether or not you react to being kidnapped

In fact, it makes his life easier if you don't react

He can catch up on his other work, harvest your kidneys, study, read

The list goes on, really

So it's actually better this way, and he appreciates you not wasting his time trying to thrash around, scream or escape

He doesn't tell you that though, of course

He's probably the person you want to get kidnapped by, all things considered

If you are good, he will eventually start getting you some fast food for your meals

He will also untie you for an hour or so, and let you walk around

Staying active is necassary, you know

And who knows? If you ask nicely enough, he might just bring you some crossword puzzles to keep your mind occupied

All that being said, do not mistake his kindness for mercy

One wrong move and he will make you wish you'd never been born...

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idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy · 2 years ago

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Hii!! This is my first time ever requesting 😭 but i was wondering if you could do something with earth42 miles and the reader both being the prowler?!! Love the work btw😻

MILES 42 X PARTNER!READER

A/N: Heyyyy I love this idea and thank your for requesting of course I can <3

WARNING: I don't speak Spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!

GUYS I JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM AN ANON TO TRY THIS NEW WEBSITE SPANISHDICT SO I WILL BE TESTING THIS OUT BUT IM STILL OPEN TO TRANSLATORS!!

BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, JUST ROMANTICS, AND ANGST, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

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BACKSTORY:

You and Miles have been best friends since babies, given both of your parents were good friends.

As yall grew older yall started dating

When his dad died it crushed you almost just as much as it crushed him.

Miles didn't even show up to the funeral. He was in denial that his father was actually gone.

As time passed he would start canceling hangouts and dates because he had to take care of some "business" with his uncle.

He kept doing it so much to the point where you were fed up and took it into your own hands to find out what was going on.

So when school was out you followed him to his destination. Which looked like his garage?...

You ended up finding out this whole time that Miles and his uncle were in this whole "Prowler" scheme together and Miles was instructed to do all these dangerous murders missions by himself.

So you went up to his room and waited for him to come, so you could obviously confront him about it.

And there he is. Jumping through the window. So casually that you know he does it all the time.

" Hi., Miles"

He jumps startled at your unexpected appearance.

"¡Maldita mamá no me asustes así! ¡Y qué estás haciendo aquí!"

"Care to explain why you're jumping through your own window at 3am?" You question already knowing the answer just trying to see what he's gonna come up with.

He gives you that look knowing that you know what he's been up to.

"Bebé, escúchame yo-."

"YOU'RE THE PROWLER? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHIT? THE FUCK KINDA BOYFRIEND ARE YOU MILES?" You are now angry, rage immediately taking over you.

"I did it to protect you, this is a dangerous job and I can't have you involved in this. No puedo perderte como lo perdí ma." He states in an almost whispering tone looking down at you.

"But that's the issue. I CAN help you, Miles, you can't keep doing this alone, just let me help you, por favor eres mi corazón y quiero ayudar! You plead to him. Your throat choking back sobs. Tears falling down your face.

He quickly opens his arms wide to trap you in a bear hug.

"Ok ok mami. Deja de llorar está bien. Puedes ayudarme shh está bien

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NOW TIME FOR THE ACTUAL HEADCANNONS:

• Even though you guys technically are partners now, he'll make you stay behind on certain missions depending on how dangerous they are. He'll be damned if he lets you get seriously injured.

• He's always patching you up and taking care of you every time you get hurt

"Oww Miles! That one hurt worse than the others"

He chuckles at your pouting

"Lo siento mami tienes una más solo sé una buena chica y respira estarás bien"

• He definitely designs your costume for you, out of your favorite colors and a heart symbol, which represents his love for you (awhhhhh ^-^)

• Kisses before you leave for missions because its a way of saying "I love you"

• If Aaron tries to make you go on a mission and makes Miles stay back he gets angry and flips out, and definitely doesn't do it

"¿Qué quieres decir? ¡Joder, no! ¡Ella no puede estar jodidamente sola, no! ¡No me importa!"

• In conclusion, yall are a great duo!

#earth 42 miles #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles x reader #miles g #prowler miles #across the spiderverse #m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★

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necroromantics · 1 year ago

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hello, this is only a suggestion about something you could write someday only if you like it. I'm really curious about this: imagine toby has a s/o before becoming a proxy, so how would he behave after his disappearance? do you think he would stalk them? maybe he would plan some kind of encounter or get caught stalking them (if so, how it would happen)? idk, i recently found your blog and I just love your Toby and I was wondering what your headcannons could be on this scenario.

🪓 — Ticci Toby + Old Friend

we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when. but i know we’ll meet again some sunny day.

AN: my bad if this kinda sucks, im not used to writing prompts like this also i wrote this in point form, but if you’d like a oneshot instead let me know 🙏

- i cant imagine toby having the emotional capacity or social skills for a proper relationship prior to becoming a proxy, though i can see him having something of an unspoken mutual love with a childhood friend

- but once he lost lyra, he isolated himself so heavily from everyone and everything, which ended up with him pushing away the only person who treated him like a human being

- a couple of years had passed until he saw them again, and when he did, he couldn’t catch his breath. it happened completely by chance. to be honest, dealing with everything he did, and with the effects of slender sickness, their existence completely slipped his mind until that fateful night.

- it was late, and dark, they were walking home from a particularly rough shift and toby caught a glimpse of them from his spot standing under the flickering streetlight.

- he almost yelled out after them when it processed in his brain where he recognized that face and stride from. once it clicked, toby took a moment before moving from his spot. he needed distance to be able to follow them home without being caught.

- when they approached their dimly lit condo, they fumbled with the key to the front door for a moment. taking the opportunity, toby quietly snuck up behind them and snaked his hands around their waist.

- “found you”

- their first reaction was to spin around and clock him in the face, and of course their fist bounced off like nothing. he didn’t flinch, he even chuckled a bit.

- when they saw his face, they gasped.

- “i thought you died in the fire???”

- “yeaah about that…”

- from that point on, toby would sneak into town just to visit them. he would rarely enter through the front door, he much preferred to enter through the bedroom window his old friend made a note to keep unlocked. it was what he was used to. he was a peculiar boy grown up to be an even more peculiar man.

- but they continued with each other as if there was no time apart. like a missing puzzle piece finally finding its way home. his lost friend would question him, but learned quickly it got absolutely nowhere. asking him was futile. they knew better.

- toby would come to them, they weren’t ever allowed to know where he was, or what he did when he was away.

- they were kept under lock and key. his secret. prized possession.

- on particularly bad days, he would show up to their place and just silently lay in bed with them, allowing his prize to run their fingers through his messy brown hair and let the chaos of the outside, and his job, slip away for a moment.

- the light in his otherwise dark and twisted world. a part of him was so scared of getting them hurt, or even worse hurting them himself.

- but he was still the same unstable, angry boy he always was. and though he tried, he wasn’t cut out for being a good partner to his long lost. there would be fights, threats, hatchet marks on the walls and doors.

- they would learn soon that he wasnt the same boy he was.

- toby could never really shake the feeling that his lover only looked at him with eyes that screamed ‘what have you done?’

- if they ran away, he would kill them. or keep them locked up in an abandoned cabin off somewhere in the forest for the rest of their miserable life.

- and if they chose to stay, they would have to spend all their time and energy being disrespected and drained. there was no fixing things. he wasnt a kid that meant well anymore, he wasnt a victim. whether they knew it or not, he was a cold blooded serial killer.

#tombwrites #creepypasta #ticci toby #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta headcanons

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locomoqo · 4 months ago

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An odd headcanon req, not your usual stuff, but hear me out—

What if Gapryeong Kim didn't exactly stop after having Jake, having another child (the reader). But the man wasn’t interested in our existence (he probably didn't even know we existed in the first place). Our mother, resenting us (and she let us know, too), soon abandoned us after a few years to chase her own dreams, forcing us to grow up on the streets.

What if Jake found the reader one day? The reader, recognizing him from a picture our mother once showed us, throws a rock or attacks him out of impulse/resentment, thinking, “if it weren’t for him, mom wouldn’t have left us,”

Somehow, Jake ended up taking us in, easily convincing us with food (it's hard to find them when you're not well-off). Now Jake and Big Deal had to figure out how to deal with us besides giving us food. Also— this wasn't in their job description. What do they even do with this kid?

(Feel free to ignore this if it isn't your cup of tea) ^^

OH AND ALSO IM THINKING OF Y/N'S ENERGY WITH BIG DEAL BEING LIKE THIS AT FIRST but after some food and a good sleep under an actual roof, wellll they're going to be more compliant (can't bite the hand that feeds after all)

jake & his younger half-sibling hcs!

at first, Jake is in disbelief. here’s this kid hurling a rock at him, scrawny and furious, all because they hold him responsible for their miserable childhood.

he feels a mixture of guilt? and responsibility i would guess

since jake’s always cared about family and his crew like a brotherhood, knowing he has a sibling who’s been through hell hits him hard

jake isn't the type to be easily shaken off. He calmly tries to explain who he is and reassure you, especially after realizing the struggles you've been through

despite any anger thrown his way, he’s patient—he’s been a leader for a while, and he knows how to deal with hostility.

initially, big deal is confused by the sudden addition of a scrappy, young person to the mix. some gang members joke about "babysitting" while others wonder if this kid will be more trouble than they’re worth.

anytime any of them try to start a conversation, you shut it down with a glare or a judging side eye

yet, they can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. the kid's tough, angry exterior hides a young person who’s had it rough.

but!! you should remember they’re tough gang members, not child psychologists! so their version of bonding might involve buying treats, showing you some self-defense moves, and a whole lot of, “So… you hungry?”

big deal’s attempts are clumsy, but in their own way, they’re trying to make you feel at home :DD

jake doesn’t force any sibling connection on you. instead, he tries for smaller gestures—his careful approach might slowly start to chip away at the resentment!

over time, i think jake and you would start to realize you share certain traits and opinions of their parents (AHEM AHEM GAP).

you might resist their kindness, but you'll slowly start to feel a sense of belonging with big deal

little by little, Jake's warmth and Big Deal’s rough kindness help you learn to trust again.

It’s been a week since Jake took you in, though calling it "home" felt strange. Every time he caught you staring at him, you’d quickly look away, pretending you weren’t studying the man who was supposed to be your brother. And every time, Jake would just smile a little, like he knew.

One night, as he put a bowl of ramen in front of you, you muttered, “I don’t need your pity food.”

"Not pity. Just dinner.” Jake chuckled, sitting across from you.

You scoffed but didn’t move the bowl, eyeing the steam wafting up.

“You’re family,” he said softly, his gaze steady. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to, but… I’d like it if you did.”

You hesitated, the warmth of the broth and the smell reminding you of every cold, empty night you’d spent alone. Begrudgingly, you picked up your chopsticks, slurping a bite.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake’s shoulders relax, just a little.

“Good,” he murmured, as though you’d done him some kind of favor, and suddenly, the silence didn’t feel so heavy.

#platonic x reader #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #jake kim lookism #lookism kim gimyung #kim gimyung #jake kim #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #lookism comic #platonic fluff

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lexicorp · 21 days ago

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Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

[Thought about tryna find another tfe screenshot but then this gif has been in my mind and its objectively more funny- clearly since the show links g1 with that history talk from Alex than this is totally canon anyway lmao]

Aww shit a full ass Megatron POV chapter in my Starscream fic? Its more likely than you think-

Megs and Star have their parallels and showing Megatrons wack ass thought processes I feel helps comprehend why they be struggling so much. So this chaps got Megs thinkin bout all the bs and talking it over a bit with Dot. Dude wants to fix shit but more in the sense he wants to just move on, and is frustrated on why tf it's being so difficult with star and navigating his feeling on their fucked up past bs.

Megs has a lot of questionable thought processes, but lawd do he be tryin.

Previous Chapter: Make or Break

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Not All Scars Can Be Welded

Chapter 13: Obligation

Megatron stared down at Starscream’s unmoving frame. Halfheartedly comprehending the blistering destruction all around them. Many of the trees were either on fire, or fallen. There were scars in the Earth, paired with a crater caused by the explosion. It was a mess. But most of all, was the seeker himself. His arm had ruptured from his servo after the blast, with more of those crimson cracks spread across it. There were far too many fractures and warped plating. It was like what happened when he escaped the brig all over again. Although Megatron felt too, some sense of what the humans refer to as deja vu as he stood over Starscream. Again. Thin trails of smoke twisting into the sky.

Megatron was angry, but also confused. It was absurd that it had escalated as much as it had. Yet even as it felt typical–there were moments when it seemed as though Starscream wasn’t in control, which was certainly more abnormal. In fact, he’d started to make absolutely no sense after the explosion. Rambling about “not being thwarted again”, and how the kid’s wouldn’t be able to stop him this time. It didn’t align at all with what Starscream had been screeching about just minutes before. Was that what Dorothy had warned him about?

When he began retrieving the limp seeker from the ground, the Maltos and Bumblebee came running into the scene.

“What was with that explosion, is anyone dead–Oh my Primus what happened!??” Bumblebee exclaimed with an exaggerated gesture as a twig gave up its fight to cling to the rest of its branch in the background, and plopped weakly against the grass.

“I’d like an explanation myself…” Dorothy began as she surveyed the carnage, while her gaze ended upon the two mechs who caused it. “I think you did need to be more careful there, Megs. This isn’t exactly what I’d call handling it. I’m gonna need to order so many trees to replant this mess…” She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

Bumblebee had begun directing the kids for damage control; putting out or blocking off the fire until it died on its own. “What’d Screamer do to make this much of a mess? I thought you’d just like, give ‘im a good whack on the helm and drag him back or something, not blow up the place!”

Megatron tensed his grip around Starscream, but loosened it when he felt a dent deepen. “I apologize for…the damages. It was not my intention for it to escalate as it did.”

Twitch zipped up onto his shoulder after she finished assisting her siblings, the little bird leaning in to scrunch her tiny faceplate at the seeker. “Yeesh. Was it that weird chaos jolt junk again?”

“Yes. It was. The EMP Prowl insisted upon certainly took its time in doing its job.” He glared down at the device, “We will need to contact Wheeljack.”

Twitch fluttered into flight again to whirl around in the air in excitement, focusing on the more preferable aspect of the topic. “I’m on it! I’ve been meaning to call Dad 2 anyway–this’ll be perfect! Well–I-I mean not like–the situation of course…but y’know. It’ll still be nice to hang out, and maybe he can teach me how to fix this sorta stuff!” Megatron gave her a small nod of support, and the little bird was off again to make her call.

Dorothy knocked against his ped to obtain his fading focus. “So. What triggered it this time? I know you two have history, but we’re trying to stop these sorts of things from happening, not cause them.”

“Yes. Well. It would seem my mere presence persists on being of great offense to him. I am accustomed to our little spats and disagreements, or his general cowardice when confronted for his actions, not–!” Megatron paused for a moment as his processor attempted to filter his memory banks. “...Not this…” His former second had fought by his side for vorns, and was absurdly resilient. Starscream would often voice his complaints quite openly, but no matter how it was received, he’d swiftly move on as though it was business as usual. The mech was practically impervious to any real damage. He would always be back on his peds being a yappy little retro-rat with a snap of his servo. Had that somehow changed in their time apart? Surely not.

“...Let's start with getting him back inside for when Wheeljack gets here, and then we can talk it over more while you help me pick up this mess. Alright?” Dorothy turned towards Bumblebee. “You and the kids can continue on with your drills, Bee. Me and Megs can handle the rest around here once I get together the materials.”

The scout then rallied the others together again, and they all made their way back to the Malto residence. They aided Megatron in finding a trail this time, so the trek was far smoother, with no further path of destruction in their wake. The children had glanced back at him occasionally, but favored talking amongst each other instead. Likely scared off by the heavy scowl that he couldn’t shake from his faceplate. In fact, the thought only made it deepen as he thought about how Starscream had reacted at the sight of him.

Far before Megatron had been forced to unload his cannon upon the seeker in retaliation, Starscream had acted as though it was already pointed at him. All he’d needed to see was Megatron even slightly move it in his direction. Sure, wariness, or fear, was understandable. Even expected. Starscream of course, was supposed to be afraid of what would befall him at Megatron’s servos in the past. It was how Megatron had kept order. A healthy dose of fear had kept his cons in line, and if they didn’t do anything to warrant it, then they had nothing to worry about. Had Starscream really thought that his silly act of galavanting into the trees would warrant such a punishment? Hardly. Which should’ve been obvious. It’d only gotten to such an extent from Starscream’s own overreaction. It would have been far easier if he’d just done the dance of shrinking away and dramatically begging for mercy, if he’d thought such a fate was to befall him. Instead, he persisted on being as unpredictable as ever.

Over these past years alongside Optimus, Megatron had learned the value of perhaps being a touch more gentle with one's subordinates. Words didn’t need to be paired with a fist to force them into the other mech’s helm. At least, they shouldn’t. They were supposed to be exchanged. He and Optimus had plenty of their own disagreements, as he and Starscream had, but they never needed to brandish their weapons. Why did it always seem so impossible to do the same with his former second?

Suddenly, he was standing in front of the barn and heard Twitch’s rotors hum, “Dang. I guess our entrance is just a bit too small…”

Megatron stared down at the little stairway tunnel they had opened after crouching down to see it through the barn door. “Hm. It would seem so.” He might’ve been able to compact himself to some degree, but he was both too wide and too tall for it to be anything but uncomfortable while carrying his seeker as well.

Hashtag rolled up, then retracted her wheels to stand before him. “That’s alright! He’s actually not that heavy, I can take Screamer down for ya!”

Megatron blanked a moment hesitantly. She was correct. Yet he felt a touch impressed by her boldness, much like in that moment when she’d stood between him before. Hashtag certainly was a unique kid. “Alright then.” He passed Starscream off into her hold and she tossed him over her shoulder to then swoop down the staircase with ease.

He hovered outside and watched as the other Terrans began rearranging their obstacle course for their next race. Dot made her calls for the necessary materials before their departure as well, arranging for them to be delivered to them as to eliminate the inconvenience of flying around the city. Then, Wheeljack came barreling into the driveway with his engine revving obnoxiously before he transformed. Stomping over with a glare at the sight of Megatron loitering in his path.

“I hope you realize that I am more than your fix-it hotline Megatron!” Wheeljack noted with a screwdriver pointing up at him, while some sort of patch kit was in his other servo. “I’m an inventor and engineer. I. Ain’t. Ratchet. As much as it might surprise you–I do have projects that require my attention that I’d much rather be giving my attention than being forced to come out here everytime you wanna break that mech of yours for the 25th time!” Upon seeing Twitch come their way, he loosened and gave her a little wave before turning his back to her for a moment in order to give a final gripe about the situation at Megatron. “You’re lucky I just happen to enjoy Twitch’s company.” Then he whirled around to greet her.

“I can be the assistant right!?” Twitch asked excitedly. “You can be all like–scalpel! Or wrench, or whatever–and I can get it, and it’ll be just like in the movies, and I can learn how fix my siblings when they get hurt, and–”

“Woah now,” Wheeljack chuckled, “Slow down there little lady. We oughta save that energy for the action!”

“Right right-” Twitch nodded with her faceplate full of determination as she tried to realign herself to be even minutely professional. It was frankly quite adorable.

Megatron watched them disappear into the barn blankly. He’d faintly processed what Wheeljack had been rambling about. Surely he hadn’t been so drastically inconvenienced since he was now allowed an excuse to spend time with the little bird, instead of rusting away in his lab. That ridiculous fixation on one singular project made Megatron think of Shockwave. He had always had to refocus the scientist away from whatever questionable, or unnecessary experiment he’d gotten in his processor. Mechs like them were certainly always useful, and often brilliant, but tricky to handle with how independent they were.

Although, he couldn’t understand what aggravated Wheeljack about standing in as a medic. Engineer, mechanic, medic. What was the difference? Shockwave never was opposed to any sort of tinkering, be it with living metal or not. Then again…perhaps it was best to not compare them after all.

Finally, Dot drove up with a trailer and a trail of delivery trucks behind her. The other humans exited their vehicles and she elicited their assistance in moving the materials before asking Megatron to transform into his alt mode. He obliged, and waited stoically for them to load the materials. All this waiting around only allowed his processor to wander in ways he’d much rather it not. He was cycling through his files on Starscream. Once again thinking of the seeker.

He categorized memories from all points in time, with him increasingly becoming more aware just how many of them had been anything but pleasant. Then, just as he had managed to locate a clip where Starscream had been excitedly relaying a cockamamy scheme he’d concocked against the Primes at an early setting of the war–Dot knocked against the wall of his hull as a signal for him to close the hatch. Megatron lingered in the memory, and that feeling of fond amusement attached to it just a little longer, before storing it away and attempting to refocus his attention on the present. He sealed the hatch and slowly rose into the air as he became accustomed to the extra weight and was careful not to cause too much turbulence. Then began on their way toward the site in need of repair.

“Alright Megs.” Dorothy suddenly started after getting off the phone with her husband. “Are ya ready to talk about what’s really up with you and Starscream? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

Megatron hesitated another nano-klik. “I am still trying to wrap my head around it, admittedly. I always knew our eh…relationship, if that’s what it could be called, was odd to some degree. More so from many others questioning why I even kept him around, than anything else. But I am now starting to question our partnership in other ways.” After hovering a moment, he landed in their ill-created clearing. “As well as my leadership style in the past.”

“That so?” Dot prompted him to continue as she began transporting the saplings out of the way to allow Megatron to dump out the remaining dirt and seeds.

“Yes,” He affirmed verbally without yet the capability to nod, “When I lead the Decepticons, it was quite common for me to keep them in line with a show of weaponry here and there. In those days, looking back, I also tended to…unleash my frustrations on those around me.”

“Heh, yeah, the military certainly can bring that out in people. I knew this other commander who would constantly yell, or throw the nearest object anytime someone messed up. He never intended to hit any of us, just wanted to scare the newbies a bit y’know–but he did hit this guy Craig straight in the face once. He had to go to the hospital. That was quite the day.” Dot grabbed the last tiny tree and gave a little tap as a signal before Megatron transformed as she stepped out. All the little sacks of soil plopping to the ground beside him.

Megatron’s optical lids lowered as his gaze lingered towards the crater, then he chuckled with a more lighthearted air as he tore open those bags to begin filling it into obscurity. “I once tossed an Energon cube at Starscream’s helm, and it didn’t even phase him! The pouty seeker only looked a touch offended…” His vocalizer trailed out as a clip from a file he’d forgotten to square away from before came to the forefront of his processor. One where he’d catapulted said seeker across their war room with such force that the wall had cracked and crumpled behind him. Starscream had still managed to lift a digit to affirm that Megatron had a good point as a response. Megatron had only found it funny, if a bit impressive, after his initial annoyance at the insubordination. “Although he did frequent the medbay, he more often just dealt with it on his own, as many of us did.”

“You should never leave injuries unchecked Megs.” Dot scolded casually as if he were one of her children. “But I do assume, in correlation to what happened today, you two had moments where it escalated further than just yelling or tossing a cube in the past as well?”

Megatron nodded as he kept himself tethered to this moment by meticulously smoothing out the earth beneath his servo. “We exchanged blows with each other quite regularly, actually. It was…well, I suppose it wasn’t normal, as I never witnessed you or the Autobots behave as we did. I hadn’t given it much thought until this past year, or however long it’s been. Yet now, I can’t even approach him in any manner without him assuming I am immediately intending on attacking him! He doesn’t…he doesn’t feel safe around me. I realize our history has not been the most flowery thing in the worlds, but then why had HE–Ugh….” Megatron growled and rubbed his optics as if the sensation would fix his emotions, but then he only got dirt in them. “AUGH–Scrap!”

Starscream had attempted to usurp him, or leave him to be offlined, on so many occasions. Was THAT his fragged up way of expressing his thoughts on the matter in the past? Megatron had only seen it as the seeker being a weasley creature that craved any bout of power or superiority. Could it really have been something more than that?

“You alright?” Dot asked with a note of concern as she carefully slid a sapling into a hole she dug.

Megatron shuttered his optics rapidly in an effort to finally rid them of those blasted organic particles. Then he ex-vented as he ran his servo down his faceplate. “Yes, yes. I’m fine. Only this ridiculous material invading my optics, is all. I’m just…frustrated. I have worked for so long to gain what trust I have from Optimus and the Autobots, alongside being forced to stand against my fellow Decepticons, and enduring their anger towards my actions. As they have a right to. Yet, somehow, Starscream seems…different. I just can’t figure out why.”

“It sounds like you two had things a lot more complicated than I thought.” Dot dusted her servos before moving on to the next little tree to plant. “I’d like to say that maybe it has something to do with his issue being more personal than the other cons, but I also know about you and Soundwave, so I’m not sure. But I guess Soundwave didn’t fight with you like that before you joined us though, huh?”

“Hm…No. Soundwave was far more agreeable.” Megatron knelt near her to assist in making an imprint in the earth for the next sapling to be placed inside. “Starscream seemed to always believe he had something to prove, and in our altercation today, he asked me what I wanted from him. He always seemed far more self assured, much like Shockwave, but to a far more problematic extent. I never thought he cared what I wanted him to do. Always going against my orders, or coming up with his own little schemes…”

Dot laughed, “That kinda sounds like a teenager. Breaking the rules to try and prove that they know better than their parents. They wanna act all independent, and will fight you over every little thing. Sometimes, it’s them acting out in a misguided effort to make you proud. Sometimes, it’s them being angry about something, and they don’t know how to handle it. Or, they got something in their head from the internet that makes them think that sleep is a conspiracy somehow, and stay up all night playing a video game–but, I’m getting off topic.”

“Starscream is no human teenager.” Megatron stated flatly, failing to see the comparison relevant.

Dot sighed, “Of course not. But that never stopped plenty of other adults from acting like kids. Some people get locked in that mindset, and you bots do tend to be forced to grow up pretty quickly. My poor Terran babies are only like, almost 3 years old! I still can’t get over how absurd that is with all we’ve been through…I’m not saying it's the same thing. FAR, far from it. You all have millions or some such crazy amount of years under your belts. Regardless of the numbers, I still think I might get it, at least even just a little. But if you and Starscream also apparently beat each other up like this a lot, then no wonder things are weird with you two.” She patted the dirt around the plant and stood again. “We really need to find a good time for you to actually be able to talk it out with him. It’s not like I can speak for whatever issues that lunatic really has goin’ on.”

“I know that.” Megatron let his ped compact the dirt beneath it with more force than intended. He didn’t want to snap at her. But if he didn’t control himself from taking it out on the ground instead, he’d only ruin their work. “It is not as if I haven’t tried to talk to him.” He grumbled as he carefully retrieved a pack of seeds and snapped it open to allow them to scatter to the wind on their own. “He’s just incapable of giving me a straight answer! All I get are snide remarks, or him starting a fight. Even when he was locked up he found some way to twist the conversation in these odd directions with explanations that didn't match up in any sensible way! I KNOW we need to talk. All i’ve wanted to do since we retrieved him from the Titan, was talk to him. Perhaps more so in the hopes for closure with at least one of my closest Decepticons from the war. But we…have never been the best with that spark-to-spark nonsense.”

“We haven’t exactly been allowed the time to truly process it all with these–constant crises, even after we were supposed to be done with it. I know I still have plenty to talk about with my therapist, with each week's new bout of insanity.”

Megatron’s optical ridges furrowed at the title, “Therapist?”

“Yeah,” Dot shrugged, “I talk to her about things that’ve happened, or what I’m worried about, and she helps talk me through it. Or sometimes gives me homework, which the kids always complain about when they get out of their sessions.” She chuckled fondly at the thought. “My point is, Megs, is that maybe we can help you through it. Instead of leaving you two alone, you could pick someone to mediate. Like me, or Bee, or Optimus.”

“Hm…That might work. Optimus would be the best candidate, but the mech is always far too occupied with other matters. Bumblebee…no. Arcee would only make things more confusing, and Elita is not exactly the master of de-escalation.” He glanced back at her, “So, if you are truly willing to volunteer for such a thing, I would appreciate it. Now it would only be a matter of when. You will let me know when he is functioning again?”

Dot hovered her gloved servo in front of her jaw in thought. “Of course, but for this to work, Starscream will have to agree to it.”

“Uuuugh…”

“Pff,” She smirked at him, “You can’t make him talk to you, or you’ll just run into the same problem again ya big baby. I’ll letcha know how it goes.”

Megatron scoffed, “He’d better not come up with excuses to avoid me like the coward he is for months on end.”

“Oh I’ll keep on ‘im about it, don’t you worry. But these things can take time. We have to be patient. He won’t change in a week.”

“Right…”

They finished up the repairs, collected the waste, and by the time he was leaving her residence again the Earth’s sun was setting over the horizon.

Whatever was going on with Starscream, Megatron could not let things continue to be left unresolved between them. They were going to have a legitimate conversation. They were going to make real progress, and be able to move on from it all. He was tired of his past coming back to slag him in the faceplate, time and time again.

He was going to make it right somehow. Even if he had to drag that stubborn fragging seeker kicking and screaming to this “Therapy”, he was going to figure this damn thing out.

Ah but perhaps…that thought was just the harsh process that got him into this mess in the first place.

#transformers #tfe fanfic #fanfic #transformers earthspark #tfe #Megatron #earthspark megatron #tfe bumblebee #dorothy malto #twitch malto #hashtag malto #tfe wheeljack #remember that megatron also can lie and underplay shit #something he and star both do lol

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egotank · 5 days ago

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Hey.. Im anon for this because I'm kinda embarrassed.. Uh.. Can I please.. Yamada the very unconsciously loud little and Aizawa the very gentle caregiver?

Can Yamada use a paci and..can he have a yellow and black music note blankie..?

These types of fanfics help me go little..

Thanks..

The Loud & The Quiet

CG!Aizawa x Little!Yamada

Okay going to be honest we showed this request to our partner system and we both thought your headcanon of Hizashi not being aware of how loud he is being is absolutely adorable we sort of gushed over it for a solid fifteen minutes. Also so glad you found something that helps you go little and I hope we did a good job with your request. -Izu

Warning: This fic does contain a mini spoiler if you’re just starting to watch MHA. It also contains self deprecating thoughts.

After hearing the news that Kurogiri was in fact just a Nomu using the dead body of their high school best friend Oboro Shirakumo the two UA teachers reacted very differently Aizawa was angry and so was Yamada though he also regressed after awhile the news being too much for him to bare.

Hizashi's grip on his yellow and black music note blanket is tight as he sits in the front corner of Shōta's classroom as he teaches his class. Yamada has no clue when he's babblings become to loud until looks up to notice the students of Aizawa's class are covering their ears.

He feels really bad and starts crying which ultimately makes things worse he's not only now crying while using his quirk while regressed but know he keeps getting plauged with all sorts of bad thoughts.

'Zawa probably thinks I'm annoy. I keep hurting everybody I care about. I'm such a bad boy. 'Zawa not gunna love me anymore cause I'm too loud.

He's so lost in his thoughts and crying he barely registers it when Shōta picks him up and pops his favourite yellow pacifier into his mouth. Hizashi's favourite paci has little music note charms dangling off the handle that he likes to play with when he's upset and that's what he's currently doing while his papa Aizawa continues to teach his class.

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Hi! I'm kinda here to ask for clarification on something you said; hope you won't mind^. You say that Crowley's dark grey comment is one of the more honest and introspective things he says: that kinda comes across to me like you saying that Crowley's saying he's mostly bad with a capacity for good* and that's a fair assessment of him. I would have said it's more that he's mostly good with a capacity for bad**, baggages worth of issues and a bunch of flaws, primarily related to arrogance***, but that's technically beside the point: I also felt like that was the direction your character analysis of him was going. I'm now wondering whether I misunderstood the dark grey comment or misunderstood the analyses... what does your exactly mean, exactly?

*Concepts decapitalised because I'm talking about more human than Heavenly or Hellish standards of good and bad.

**Concepts decapitalised: see above.

***Blinkered was the word you used, I believe? It's a lovely expression.

^This isn't meant accusatory and I did my best not to sound like it, but I know you've had to field a few asks about yes, you do like Crowley very much, your criticism of him doesn't mean that's not the case, and I can only imagine how annoying that must be: feel free to can this if it comes across that way.

oh anon sweetheart 💕 don't worry about the tone or wording - your tone is perfectly polite and courteous, and i thank you for that!!! others have not been as conscientious 💀 though, be careful what you wish for in asking this, because it's gonna be lengthy 🫠

how you interpreted it is exactly as i meant it; i do think, when taking crowley's characterisation in the show (his book characterisation, for me, is rather different), crowley for me is a darker character with the capacity for light, rather than the other way around. and im going to specifically use darker and lighter, as opposed to bad and good respectively, because upon reflection, maybe that's more accurate.

yeah, to me, he is a dark character; if you've read any of my other asks/metas, please forgive me for repeating stuff, but imo the narrative tells us that he is more commonly swimming in darker tendencies than light. feel free to skip the next part and scroll to here*, because i will be recounting specific scenarios off the top of my head (going in chronological order):

not really explored fully in the pre-fall scene, because it runs throughout the show as a prominent theme; crowley is either unaware of why he fell (possibly true), or blatantly lies to himself and others about why he fell (equally plausible). his story about it changes, or at best is simply told in fragments... but his overall demeanour of when (e.g.) he's confronted with news of the apocalypse ("why me?"), when coupled with this, suggests a tendency towards blame avoidance, with a hearty dose of chip-on-your-shoulder complex

tempts aziraphale into eating in job; it doesn't really matter whether or not aziraphale ends up liking food and wine or not - he rejects the wine, and crowley immediately changes tack to offer food instead, citing that he can't get drunk on it, and of course he's not tempting him (absolutely is) so it's fine. aziraphale may have been curious about it, and this may be what crowley picks up on, but compare this scene to where aziraphale offers muriel a cupperty, and doesn't push when they refuse drinking it... hmm. (perceived feeder kink or not, crowley's face at the end of this scene screams satisfaction at his corruption)

this one is a little iffy, granted, but adding it anyway - blatantly dismisses aziraphale's concerns about the arrangement (heaven would be rather angry, but nowhere near how hell would retaliate - "they'll destroy you!), and pushes anyway. it's again another case of pushing for what he wants (and yes, true, what aziraphale secretly wants - which crowley detects and capitalises on), dismissing aziraphale's worries that, as we can surmise later on, were not unfounded

lets the french guard be taken off to his death. this is debatable, depending on whether you consider the guard to be a good or bad person in the context of the reign of terror, and deserving of execution as a result, but they could have easily escaped the cell unscathed without unfreezing the guard - ultimately, who are they (yep, including aziraphale here too, he's equally as culpable) to decide if he should die?

in the same vein, sends two watchmen falling to their deaths down a deep pit, and his only remark is, "might have slightly overdone it on the hole..."

(this one is tricky, but it rubbed me up the wrong way on first watch and thereafter so im including it) when morag dies, crowley's handling of the situation only really serves - imo - to rub it in aziraphale's face, when he already feels guilty enough for the both of them. i realise that he had to labour the point to aziraphale, and was just being honest - fair, he has a point! - but it came across as simply unkind and uncharitable... again, towards someone we are assuming he cares deeply about...

this one is in fact going to lean on some interpretation, but i think it's one that is so widely implied in canon that i think it might as well be; something happened to crowley between 1827 and 1862, and within that time, i don't think he was on best terms with aziraphale, given aziraphale's coldness when he arrives in st james' park. so, we could - could - surmise that he just suddenly asks for holy water from aziraphale, something that would be dangerous for them both and seems to exploit their friendship. he doesn't adequately explain why he needs it ("just insurance" is not sufficient at all imo), and taking offence to aziraphale's use of 'fraternising ' then contextually feels a little hypocritical

lies to aziraphale about having experience with a gun, banking on using a miracle if need be - which ultimately puts aziraphale's 'life' on the line, rather than being honest. he may well just want to make aziraphale happy, sure, but aziraphale goes into the bullet catch without all the facts - his face when crowley admits he's never shit (edit: meant to say shot, obviously, but leaving it in for @fabledshadow💕) a gun before says it all, really

when aziraphale saves his life with the photo trick, he doesn't thank him, or acknowledge any kind of gratitude at all, that it saved him from a rather bleak fate at the hands of hell. he may well be insulting aziraphale's skills to dissuade him from a repeat occurrence of the bullet catch (fair!), but he is also insulting the very thing that got him out of danger... and the very thing that aziraphale obviously takes a lot of joy, pleasure, and pride in (and, yk, what crowley was actively encouraging just a few hours previous). it was justified, to a certain extent, but it was... unkind

(the Big One - so let's get it over with) tries to tempt aziraphale into killing a child - antichrist or not - and continues to persuade him into it despite aziraphale evidently being uncomfortable with the prospect. it also indicates how little he knows aziraphale in this respect; regardless of whether it would be the antichrist or not, this is the angel who tried to preserve humanity by offering a sword to pregnant eve, and was ultimately crucial in protecting job's children. even in mesopotamia, you can see how subtley appalled he is with killing children - despite him trying to rationalise it by saying it's the great plan etc. killing a child, id wager, would destroy aziraphale. i digress, but if crowley loves aziraphale as much as he (and the fandom) likes to think by s1, it's rather dark that he would try manipulating aziraphale into doing this in the first place, and return to the suggestion again not once (bandstand) but twice (airfield)

sets up an elaborate trick just to make a point to aziraphale on the use of guns, and then lets innocent humans get arrested on what i would say would be very serious charges in s1 (i mean, let alone firearms offences, arguably it could be charged as attempt murder 💀)

hits anathema and acts in such a way that he probably understands that he equally hit her and she hit him, yet is more preoccupied with fixing the bentley, something he could miracle repaired later on... as opposed to helping her back to her feet and ensuring she was alright. he also is prepared, after all this, to reject offering her a lift, excusing that there's nowhere to put her bike

backhands "clever" with "stupid", because aziraphale is doing something (trying to reach god directly as a last resort) he doesn't think is worthwhile. aziraphale finds out that that is true, but once again, im gonna ring the 'unkind' bell

doesn't tell aziraphale about what went down with gabriel, or how closely hell is keeping an eye on him, or the threat of the BOL, or that he's living in his car, or what happened in heaven/the issue of the second coming. there are loads of other little things too, but he lies by omission, whilst maintaining that he doesn't lie to aziraphale, and routinely keeps information from aziraphale - not only information that would be beneficial to share in the general sense, but information that directly impacts aziraphale, and comprises both of their safeties. has a tendency towards a hero complex that ends up either going wrong/unfulfilled ("i won't leave you on your own" then immediately buggers off to heaven) or attempts to remove aziraphale's agency and dismisses him outright ("i have a suggestion-" "ive got this.")

abandons aziraphale when he is set in doing something that is not only in his very nature to do, but when he does it because he doesn't have all the facts (hides jim). despite his assertion that aziraphale shouldnt do it because jim poses a threat, he then leaves aziraphale to face it alone. it's unknown how soon crowley would have come back to the bookshop if it weren't for the BOL threat - we literally do not know this - and he reluctantly does the apology dance (arguably when he wholeheartedly believes he was in the right) in order to be allowed near aziraphale again. it's also implied that aziraphale always does the dance, whereas crowley doesn't - which suggests to me once again the whole thing about crowley avoiding blame

pushes jim into remembering stuff despite it obviously causing him pain and discomfort - on one hand, sure, he's not certain that gabriel isn't lurking about in there, but he does it again in ep5 when, as far as he's assessed with the whole jump-out-the-window thing (a whole other thing that need addressing), jim is in fact... just jim

plays around with maggie and nina (the both of them do, and they're both at huge fault for this, it's insane) like they're toys, without any regard for their personal thoughts or feelings, as if they have the right to do this

encourages jim to jump out a window!!! okay fine, yes, he fears that gabriel is lurking in there and is doing it as a test, but even he looks somewhat alarmed when jim is clambering over the windowsill - and objectively it's an atrocious thing to do. and ultimately it doesnt exactly prove anything more than what he already knows; if gabriel was chilling in there, and was so committed to the bit to drink hot chocolate, call crowley his friend with a straight face, speak to crowley as such as friend, and generally act the way he does... if gabriel is that good an actor? well, i can't imagine jumping a window would be beneath gabriel to do, to maintain his cover. so to me, crowley realised that what he's asked has crossed a line

and, im sorry, but - kisses aziraphale. now is probably the worst climate imaginable (ie. the "do that again" era) to be discussing my take on the kiss, but my read has largely always been that it was a temptation, and a cruel one at that. it was desperate, and heartbreaking, and i understand why crowley did it - but it was imo a largely cruel and selfish manipulation for aziraphale to betray himself, and stay with him. i love the kiss for what it is and represents, but as a result i just... yeah, im not a "do that again" girlie, because i think aziraphale absolutely recognised the kiss for what it 'was'.

anon, if you have made it this far... im so sorry. it's been helpful to summarise all of it though, so thank you for giving me an opportunity to do so!!✨

*now. the thing is, the vast majority of these incidents, these actions and behaviours (and probably loads besides that ive missed) are not evil. they are not even necessarily bad, not in the classic sense. a lot of them have well-founded explanations, sometimes outright justifications, and it's totally understandable why crowley makes them (even just narratively ie. even without speculating or inferring in any kind of trauma he may have suffered behind the scenes if the story as it currently stands).

id argue, personally, that each one of these is dark in their own way - dark, in the sense that they are morally ambiguous at best, immoral at worst. they might not be bad on their own merit, but arguably it is possible to see them as wrong.

we can absolutely look at crowley and think he is good - and i agree!... to a certain extent. even if you oust a good few of the above examples, there are a few that, imo, if ignored or excused, kind of strays into blatant mollycoddling of the character. crowley absolutely has the capacity for good and right - his objection to the flood, saving job's children, stopping the apocalypse, helping aziraphale many a time, are all prime examples (even if you could argue against each of these which... well, this ask is long enough so another time, maybe) - and i think will ultimately be guided by what he considers to be the right thing to do.

but when i say that his assessment of being "very dark grey", the above is why i think this is him being either extremely honest, or accidentally incredibly insightful about himself. it's not necessarily a dislikeable thing to be - crowley being more dark than light - but given the evidence as i see it, he's aware that he's not a wholly good person, more one that leans towards the objectively immoral than otherwise, giving more weight to when he does do good. and the thing is, he regularly asserts this - being 'bad' - to aziraphale.

in doing so - constantly saying he's not nice, rejecting thanks etc - maybe, actually, it's not as humble or self-effacing as aziraphale, or the fandom, likes to think it is. why shouldn't we consider that crowley might, actually, be a bit of an anti-hero? it doesn't make him any less of an empathetic, likeable, or compelling character - it just simply acknowledges that he may not be as irreproachable or scrupulous character as we might like to think he is!✨

#i will die on this hill #good omens #ask #s1 meta #s2 meta #crowley meta #honestly just all the meta #WHY DOES PROOF READING NOT WORK ON ME WHY CANT I DO IT

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fayedartmouth · 2 months ago

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Binged your work during Christmas and im really thankful for your stories and already excited for your fix it.

S4 pissed me off so much and aside from the obvious reasons I really hated the fact that they used jj’s depression as a way to make him seem “unlikable” idrk why they did that maybe they thought it was in character or maybe to make the viewers think “good riddance” when they kill him off but either way it makes me so much angry because even when they brought john b to “help” him they painted jj as the bad guy and made everyone act annoyed at him until he finally “snapped” out of it - and even when he did it was because he was so done with himself like jj saying shit like “enough of this shit” makes me so uncomfortable and i know the show is trying to showcase alcoholism and self distancing as bad coping mechanisms but it still felt so off because at the end of the day they are still coping mechanisms and nobody validated jj depression or feelings not jj himself not john b when he tried to cheer him up and certainly not kie and any of the other characters.

The season delivered so many bad messages like the typical “child abuse victims don’t get a happy ending” and “suicidal characters ends up dead and sacrifice themselves for the others” and “depression is okay but not until you show its ugly parts” and I don’t think they realize that yes while the viewers are mad because they killed off a fan favorite and ruined the found family vibes but also because there were so many harmful messages in the show.

Anyway it makes me miserable thinking about it but after reading your fixs, scrolling through your tumblr and reading all of your sneak peeks (this makes me sound like a stalker lol i swear im not) i know your fix it gonna give all said points the justice it deserves so i just wanna finish off with saying an early thank you and that im super super excited

I'm glad you found some fics you enjoy! I have had such a hard time with season 4 and finding community while we work through it has been important to me.

I'm wordy, so I'll put a cut here.

I don't know if the writers were actively trying to make us HATE JJ. I'm more of the mindset that they just did a really bad job of writing. I figure Rudy probably did ask to leave and they changed the plot like last minute -- and it showed. The dropped storylines, the way JJ's story built -- to nothing. I mean, almost nothing started to make sense by the end of it, and you can see the architecture of what I think they were originally TRYING to do (with the Genrette curse and Goat Island, and even JJ's rock bottom to being the hero) and most of the bad writing could have been forgiven IF JJ had come out on top.

The fact that the died, though, really just made the whole thing weirdly cruel. Like you said, it reinforced a lot of negative messages, about people who have been through what JJ's been through, and who struggle with depression and suicidal ideation, as he clearly was at the end there. Because even the whole part where he snapped out of it in the finale is painfully obtuse. You can't have a character wishing he were dead -- and then suddenly be fine. It screams mental illness, and you won't ever convince me that JJ didn't die badly depressing -- thinking he deserved it.

And I love the Pogues -- I do -- but the way they were written was just horrific. Their complete lack of regard for JJ was wildly out of character, IMO. The fact that no one even asked how JJ was after everything he went through -- I just have to think is stunningly bad writing and editing. It doesn't make sense otherwise and it doesn't fit with anything else we've seen from this show.

Hence why I don't hold to any of it.

That said, JJ's death still hurts me very much, so I'm looking forward to diving head-first into the fix it now. I'm juggling multiple fic projects at once, but the fix it is at the top of my list. LOL, I currently have five fics sketched out for it -- and just today came up with the possibility of a whole second set of fics that I'm kind of excited about to take the story even further. Essentially, if I can keep myself writing, this could be a very long series of fics.

Feel free to ask anything. I'm super easy and love sharing stuff. That is how I keep myself motivated to write and engaged with fic. The more you talk to me, the more you're probably going to get from me.

#my asks

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elsfairy · 2 years ago

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SECURITY ⋯ ♡ᵎ (I did say I was going to write about sevika&anxiety so. I'm also adding things i do when im anxious, we're all different so these might be different from someone else.)

☆ Sevika deals with enough stress, every single day she breathes. So to her, it was just another part of her job. Or she thought.

☆ It wasn't exactly hard for you to understand that she wasn't exactly feeling 100% herself. Her answers were short, or more irritable replies.

☆ "Can you just, let it go? I'm perfectly fine"

☆ Easier said than done, she looked anything but fine whenever she would get home. The small voice in your head always told you to leave it. You couldn't, you worried, and you cared.

☆ She's a pro at covering up any emotion she has. The only thing she will show is her anger and hatred though, she was silent even when she was mad about something. That is what worried you. A silent Sevika isn't a good sign.

☆ It was the first time you noticed her behavior was a little different on an early morning. Making coffee was never something Sevika had trouble with, but it was out of the blue when you stumbled into the kitchen, seeing her standing by the window, her hands trembling.

☆ Her breathing got a lot heavier during these times.

☆ "Vika, are you alright?"

☆ In all your months of dating, she's been easy with her emotions, but sometimes she can't help but push you away when it came to them or anything that involved her wellbeing. She loved you so much, but she was scared. So, pushing you away seemed the best option. Because she's 'supposed' to be strong.

☆ "Yeah, I'll be home late tonight. Don't worry about little old me"

☆ That's always the wrong thing to say to you because it makes you worry about her even more. It was unusual but some mornings she's a lot more snarky and rude towards you. Not that she meant to be.

☆ Frankly, she didn't even fucking know what was going on with herself either.

☆ She always got home at weird and random times of the night, but it was one particular night when she somehow managed to wake you up by stumbling through the door, the slamming making you worried, again.

☆ It was the first time in your life that you found Sevika standing in the middle of the living room, breathing heavier again, trembling. Note that she didn't tremble, ever.

☆ "Sev, what's going on? are you alright? did something happen?"

☆ "No, just⎯ go back to sleep, okay?"

☆ You, being you were used to ignoring her snarky attitude and barely gave her a chance to ignore you.

☆ You're also known to be very touchy towards Sevika, and she didn't mind that. Of course though, when she flinched away from you, you panicked.

☆ "Hey, it's just me, I'm not going to hurt you. What's wrong?"

☆ Sevika didn't cry. She never cried, over anything.

☆ But she cried.

☆ She always felt safe whenever you were around, but sometimes she just felt so fucking scared, worried.

☆ "Vika, hey, look at me"

☆ This was different from anything else. It was hard to control and calm down an angry Sevika, but trying to comfort a crying one? she's never cried so you had no idea what to do, but you had an inkling.

☆ You were a lot shorter than she was, but it didn't stop that you needed to be there for her. You needed to calm her down and help her.

☆ "Just breathe. Everything is okay. You're having a panic attack Vika, just focus on me and your breathing"

☆ Even if you've said them, the words still made no sense to her, she's never had one before. Fuck, she's never felt anxious before until the past few weeks.

☆ Out of the two of you, Sevika wasn't as touchy like you were. She loved holding your hand and hugging you but the comfort you give her broke all the walls she had up, down.

☆ "Nothing is wrong with you, it's alright you just need to focus on your breathing"

☆ "Im scared"

☆ Her trembled voice broke your heart.

☆ If she's angry, she just loves to hold you to calm down. She's never hurt you and she wouldn't. But she held tightly onto you, afraid to let go of you. Still trembling in your arms. crying.

☆ "I know, but it's okay. I'm right here, right here to help you"

☆ She worked a lot, so you can only gather it's because of that. Nothing usually makes her this worried, or anxious.

☆ "There you go, just keep focusing on breathing. We can stay here as long as you'd like"

☆ Won't openly admit it, but she didn't mind when you would lay on the blankets and pillows on the floor, making a bed fort just for her to feel safe. Because she loved it. She loved that you would do anything for her. To keep her safe.

☆ You figured out that she really enjoyed it when you would run your fingers through her hair when she felt like this. Resting her head in your lap, fumbling with your fingers on your free hand, keeping her breathing steady.

☆ She panics when her hands start to tremble in yours again, but you're there, reassuring her that's she safe, and that you're here for her.

☆ When she starts to feel like she's having another one, you place her hand on your chest, just so she can feel your heart beating. It calms her down and she focuses. Like you practiced together.

☆ "I feel like I'm a child"

☆ "You're not a child, you're just dealing with something new. It's okay though, you're perfect the way you are"

☆ From the start, you've had a habit of humming random songs wherever you are and she really fucking loves when you do it because it makes her aware she's here, and okay.

☆ "Can you sing that song? from a few weeks ago?"

☆ "Of course, Sweetheart"

☆ As cheesy as it sounds, you are her security blanket.

Sorry, this is so fuckin long. This is more like a fic and a head cannon, idk what happened but :) my computer had a major seizure, so i had to write half this again, im lowkey pissed.

#sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika headcanon #sevika arcane

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years ago

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write angst with boy kyle? maybe something happens at a party and he gets angry?. (sorry it’s my first request)!! 🫶🏻💗

warning: language, party stuff

note: kyle and reader are high key toxic in this one but you asked for angst so im giving angst. side note i love george daniel my next fic will be something for him so watch out 1975 fans. every frat kyle fic i write, they go to a party. working on a writing list rn so i can actually write stuff

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"are you really not gonna talk to me?" kyle whines, hands gripping tighter to the steering wheel and veins protruding from the pale thin skin at the back of his palms.

her lips fold in on each other to symbolize her meaningful silence. with this silence, she intended to get a message across, ironically, that message being that tonight, kyle was being an asshole.

"jesus christ, babe, i said i was sorry. what do you want me to do? get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?" he takes equally timed glances at her fuming figure in the passenger's seat, stealing quick views in intervals, hoping she doesn't notice the desperation for forgiveness truly hiding in his brown eyes tonight.

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"god, you're being a fucking child," and maybe it's the way her arms cross over her chest or the ridiculous pout on her face that would cause him to make such a comment, but it's not one that comes without offense.

"oh really? i'm the child? you're sitting here cursing me out for you being upset over something you did wrong. forgive me if i'm wrong but it looks like i'm the only adult in this situation." kyle would have been thankful for her finally breaking and speaking something to him had it not been another comment that further angered him. fine, he thought. she wants to see childish? he'd show her.

when the car comes rolling to a stop, her seat belt flies off in an instant, and she's escaping the confines of the car, not forgetting to give his car door a slam on her way out for good measure. she doesn't look back to see the expression on his face.

quickly, she finds her friends, a small group of young women who she met through her college, being classmates, dormmates, and girlfriends of kyle's fraternity brothers. one, namely, being violet.

"hey y/n! what's kyle up to tonight?" violet asks her, noticing the lack of a blond boy clinging to her side like he does without fail at every party.

"pissing me off," she chooses to take a sip of her generic liquid in a cup instead of elaborating further on the matter.

"oh? what's up?" the plastic of the red solo cup in y/n's hand cracks under the pressure of her gently squeezing hand.

"he's just being an asshole, the usual." though she explains his behavior as 'the usual', it's far from the truth. in fact, kyle usually does everything in his limited power to please her, whatever it takes to make her happy, so for them to be in a squabble such as this was a rarity.

"ok fine, don't tell me. you'll do a shot with me, though, right?" violet asks, pleading with her eyes for her friend to agree.

"sure, whatever. might as well get shitfaced so i don't have to think about all this tonight."

the two make their way to the island counter of the kitchen, y/n leaning her elbows on the cold marble while violet flirts her way into convincing some random guy to pour out their shots. he agrees, and he is joined by a friend, a tall, brown haired boy, and they both approach the two girls by the counter with shot glasses and tequila in hand.

the first guy keeps his focus on violet, messily pouring out the promised shots, while the other's attention gravitates to y/n.

"tequila's your choice?" he queries, gesturing with his arm to the shot now sitting gracefully in front of her.

"it gets the job done." with that, her head tips back, letting the foul tasting liquid burn down her throat, her eyes scrunching in response.

"you looking to forget about some shit tonight?" he flirtingly scooches right next to her, leaning on the counter, mirroring her to face her directly.

she giggles, "something like that."

when her laughter comes to a lull, he reaches his hand out in a handshake. "xander."

she accepts it, gripping his warm hand in her own, "y/n."

suddenly, like a boa constricting its prey, an arm finds its way around her shoulder as a figure creeps up behind her, pressing into her side like it owns her. she doesn't have to turn her head to know its kyle.

"what are we talking about here, guys?" kyle fakes innocence and also ignores the aggressive eye rolling from his annoyed girlfriend.

"now's not a good time," y/n starts to explain, but kyle simply grips her tighter, nearly hard enough to leave a bruise but not quite, and the level of discomfort is evident enough on her face that xander speaks up.

"hey, is he bothering you?"

"she's fine-"

"i wasn't asking you, now was i? is he? you can tell me."

her eyes widened as the idea flashed before them. "yes, in fact, he is bothering me. he's been bothering me all night."

"look man, i think it's time you go," xander starts out heavy, giving kyle a firm shove, effectively removing him from his fused position to the girl's side.

normally, kyle would have the ability to keep his cool in a situation like this, but he had been beefing with his girlfriend all night, and he also, purely coincidentally, had taken several shots since his entrance to the event. so now not only was he angry, but he was drunk.

"hey, keep your hands off me, bro!" kyle shoves back, and with a few more childish shoves similar to that, punches are being thrown, and they both fell to the ground in their brawl.

some other men jump in soon enough, ripping the two apart, and xander is pulled to another room, while kyle is pushed outside, likely for good for the night.

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

she begins to walk away at his hallowing silence but he grabs her wrist before her escape. "wait!"

"what?" she's not snappy anymore, she's just exhausted. with him, with tonight, with this whole situation.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry baby," he pleads with her and she can tell he means it despite his drunk filter to the words. she can't help but hear him out.

"please don't leave me, don't end this, i'll do anything, i promise. i just love you. okay? i don't mean to be so nasty, i'm just afraid of you leaving me, of someone taking you, of you finding someone else, someone better." he's been tenderly holding her hand through his entire confession and to his surprise, she's been letting him.

she sighs, feeling a bit of stress melt from her mind as she exhales into the chilled night air. "i know, baby. you're a good boyfriend, a great one, actually. i just can't stand when you act like i'm yours. i don't do that to you around your friends. i don't do it around anyone, and i expect the same from you. i don't want to leave either, but can you promise you won't do this anymore?"

"of course. i promise, i swear. on my life, i swear. i will do anything to make this better, to fix this. tell me what i can do for you right now, sweetie."

her thumb rubs soothingly over his hand and she focuses on their hands joined together rather than meeting his eyes for a moment, then looks up, "you can start by coming home with me. stay the night, we can work this all out."

"anything you want," he soon realizes she's led him to his car, and she reaches around in his pockets for his keys, pushing him into the open car.

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kyle's head rests sleepily on her warm chest, and he's long since stripped of his shirt and jeans, allowing her to wear his discarded shirt to sleep. his hands and wrists are folded comfortable, tucked into the crevice of his neck and he's just listening to the beautiful sounds of her soft exhales. her breaths aren't quite even, and he knows she's still awake.

"you promise you won't leave? you'll still be here when i wake up?"

"i promise, sweetie."

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