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Smooth criminal: AK!Jason x reader

part 1 : Somebody's watching me

part 2: Run baby, run

Yeah... I know it's been a while. Sorry guys. But here we are :)

***

They say that history repeats itself. That’s its merely a one big circle in which people get lost endlessly, not learning from the past mistakes, instead doing them all over again.

Like an Uroboros, forevermore biting his tail.

And that was how Y/N felt at the moment, shaking over the cup of tea Dick so generously offered her alongside with his hoodie. And even more kindly – not asking any questions of why she showed up at his apartment (or rather under it) in the middle of the night looking crazy.

She was back at the beginning. Back over Jason’s grave, sobbing and shaking while the memories of the news of him being gone forever haunted her mind.

Felt like all her efforts to forget and move on have come to nothing.

“Y/N…”

“No. No please I don’t want to talk Dick-“

“I was just gonna say you can stay here for as long as you like. I don’t know what got you so freaked out, but the Y/N I know – knew­ – was not the one to get scared over a spider or a mouse. So it must have been serious. Stay.” He grabbed and squeezed her hands reassuringly. “I’m serious.”

“No, no it’s too much to ask for—”

“Good thing you did not ask then.” Dick grinned “Cause I believe I offered It myself.”

“You really didn’t change a bit, Grayson. Same golden, sunshine boy.”

“And you’re still the same, not holding back girl. Woman. How long has it been exactly?”

“Two years.” She sighed

“Two years.” Dick sighed too, his eyes becoming a little blurry from the memories. “I missed you, you know. And not only me. So did Tim and Alfred and Damian and I’m sure even Bruce became a little more grumpy without your presence to challenge him.”

“He’s got enough criminals to keep him entertained I believe?”

“Oh, Y/N, criminals he can handle easily, they are no fun. But having a woman with a sharp mind? That’s something Bruce still needs a lot of training in.”

***

 It was shockingly easy to reconnect with Dick.

Or maybe not, given the fact he was always awfully friendly, keeping in touch even with his exes and even having considerably good relations with some villains.

Long story short, in a months’ time she was regularly back in his life and he was back in hers. And much to her surprise, this time it was not a constant reminder of the person she lost, neither filling the void, but rather a soft recollection that she was not the only one who felt the repercussions of Jason being gone.

If anything, after that time apart, it felt like Y/N and Dick’s relationship could finally move past the tragic events and bloom. Not in a romantic sense, because he had Barbara and was making plans in that area, but like a true, deep friendship, cemented with similar feelings.

And she even got the guts to meet with the rest of the batfamily, ditching those girls who left her alone at the party. Slowly, but steadily, she was getting back to her old, familiar self, dropping the act of a girl who wanted to be anything but the version she was when Jason was alive and with her.  She was not running from the past anymore, but rather embracing and accepting it. And that was the real healing.

Only that Jason was not gone.

Observing her carefully from the shadows, watching almost every step, be it himself or using his militia. With explicit orders given to not let her know they were there. He had bigger plans coming, and making the same mistake as before, by coming as close as to touch her, could never happen again. Even if somewhere deep inside, the very subdued part of him screamed for that. For the warmth he remembered and knew would come with tenderness and not pain.

She never gave him anything less but love and devotion.

If anything Jason was only cursing himself that he let her step into the Batman world again. That is was his reckless behavior that drove her back into the arms of people, who were nothing but bad news. Who would eventually end up hurting her too.

And he was going to protect his little, innocent princess from that.

So yes, he was watching.

Sending his goons when he knew she was walking back home from work late, to ensure no one would lay a finger on her.

Causing a commotion in the area that happened to be dangerous only so she would choose another way.

Sending her colleagues threat letters so they would drop the chase for the same promotion at work as her.

Beating up a guy who was trying to flirt with her when she was buying coffee-to-go at her favorite place.

Doing it all smoothly, like a professional he was.

Building up a way to execute his master plan that would keep her safe from any danger, real or hypothetical. Forever.

***

“She got home, boss. Safe and sound, not one hair out of place.” One of his militia officers reported to him

“Good.” Jason only grunted in response. One whole month and he was so close to the finale. The end was right in front of him and he had to hold himself back to not make a single rookie mistake that would derail his efforts.

“If I may, sir, why exactly are we wasting resources on some woman? She’s no one important, just a regular—”

“What did you say?”

If the sinister voice wasn’t enough to make the man stop his sentence, the iron grip on his throat did.

“I- I-“

“No one important? Huh? Was that what you said?” Jason mocked tightening fingers on the man's jugular. “Answer me!”

“I- I-“ he was struggling for air.

“Pathetic!” Jason threw him on the ground, retrieving the gun from his holster, pointing it at the man’s head.

“Please, don’t—”

“I should put a bullet in your head for talking about her like that and second one for questioning my plans.” The gun outlet was now pressing into the man’s temple. “You are doing what I tell you, you hear me? No questions. No doubts. You are here to serve me, unless-“ Jason put a little bit of pressure on the trigger.

“No! No please!”

“You’re a piece of shit.” Arkham Knight muttered, taking the gun away. “But I am feeling merciful today. We can’t have blood on the floor when Y/N arrives. Now go! Get out of my face before I change my mind! And you make sure everything is perfect because if not—” he  caressed the arms with a cruel glint in his eyes, enjoying the way his officer rushed out of the room, throwing commands left and right, halfway out the door.

“Soon, baby… Soon we’ll be back together…” Jason muttered to himself once he was finally alone.

He was so close to having everything he needed.

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📰 | part two: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour!Reader, female reader, father-figure Negan, enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, no use of (y/n) because immersion.

summary: During your first visit to Alexandria, when Carl misfires a gun, you’re instructed to “babysit” him. This does not go very well.

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I’m glad everyone liked the first part!! This one is definitely more juicy. Kids being kids. Writing the next part now, let me know if you have any particular requests!

Also (finally) titled!! Drawing heavily on Romeo and Juliet, except… more spiteful at the beginning.

A few days later, and you’re back.

The town of Alexandria is actually quite nice, when you aren’t being cooped up in a cell.

Your fellow Saviours seem to think so too, exploring the place, taking supplies they deem useful for the Sanctuary. After all, there’s mouths to feed, therefore you’ve stopped feeling bad for all these communities you bleed dry.

Well, you felt a little bad last night.

The lineup was rough, it always is. You hadn’t seen the brunt of it, instead sitting safe in the RV where Negan had all but interrogated you regarding your time locked up; coming from a place of concern for your well-being. But you stepped out just as dawn was beginning to hit, and saw the aftermath.

It was just for a few seconds, to retrieve a weapon from Dwight, but you felt a twinge of guilt as Negan taunted that poor boy.

At least he wasn’t wearing the stupid hat anymore.

Whatever, it didn’t matter. At least that’s what you told yourself. Guilt had no place in the apocalypse, especially not for the Saviours, a group of well earned apex predators in this bleak world.

That’s how you saw it.

You oversee the work of your people whilst Negan is talking with Rick. Everybody respects you.. or maybe everybody is scared of you. Scared of your father. Either way, it works.

You’re comfortable as a leader. Somebody who can give orders without hesitation. At the start, there was resistance. Who wanted to be ordered around by a teenage girl? But eventually everything fell into place, and people realised that you were a central part to this operation.

Then the sound of a gunshot rings through the air, putting everybody on edge. Weapons suddenly unholstered, dropping whatever menial task they were completing.

You command them to stand down with a wave of the hand, going to investigate yourself.

Fortunately enough, the situation has already been handled.

Or mostly handled.

“Just who I wanted to see.” Negan says with his usual prowess, however it’s dimmed by an underlying irritation. He brings you further into the room with a gloved hand on your shoulder.

He positions you there like a prize, something valuable. Or maybe a dangerous weapon. A constant show of ‘look at what’s mine, look at what she can do.’ You quite like that.

“Now, it appears that young Grimes is too trigger-happy for his own good,” Negan continues, to which you finally notice Carl standing in the middle of the room, “So why don’t you babysit him for me, darling?”

The boy is practically seething. That same expression you’d seen at the lineup, pure anger and rebellion.

You could feel yourself beginning to smile.

“Of course,” You agree, a grin spreading across your lips, “I’d appreciate a tour, to see if anything here interests me.”

There’s no reply. Carl glares at you, then shoots a pleading look at his father, but to no avail. Rick nods his head in the direction of the door, and you feel like you’ve just won the lottery. This was going to be good.

Now, you didn’t enjoy toying with peoples emotions, per-say. But getting them all riled up sure was fun.

And a teenage boy? This was like a gift from above.

Grown men grew tired of your commanding nature, they’d get violent, speak out of line. It was a dangerous game, one that you loved. Like a cat and mouse, or Icarus flying too close to the sun.

A teenage boy was much more in your ballpark.

“You play sports?” You ask Carl, who is walking a few paces behind you, begrudgingly following despite the fact he was meant to be showing you around. But you didn’t mind.

He doesn’t answer.

You turn to face him, shooting him a backwards glare of what the hell is your problem. “What, you took a vow of silence, or something?” It’s snarky, immature, prodding the bear.

But it works.

“No, I don’t play sports.” Carl answers reluctantly, his tone flat and unamused. It’s becoming more and more evident that when you’re in power like this, in control, you can be a nightmare.

You don’t bother to suppress your grin of satisfaction, turning back away from him, “Yeah, didn’t think so, stringbean. Bet I’ve got more muscle mass than you.”

This must do something, as suddenly Carl has closed the few paces between you, and is blocking your path from continuing. He’s in your face, closer than comfortable, but you love it.

“What the hell’s your problem?” He asks, clearly angry at your snide little comments. That righteous attitude is back. “You can’t come in here, and tell everybody what to do. We’re gonna fight back, and when we do, you’ll be sorry.”

You give him a firm shove, letting Carl stumble a few feet back, “Yeah, how’d that go for you back there, huh? Aim much?”

It’s a low blow, you know that, which is why it feels so goddamn good.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him.

“Didn’t shoot me at the satellite station, either. I’m starting to think you’re more harmless than you’re letting on.”

“I’m not exactly in the interest of murdering children,” Carl retorts angrily, “What are you, twelve?”

“I’m seventeen!” You yell back at him, walking swiftly past the boy, but making sure to harshly bump your shoulders together. “Now show me your armoury. You’ve got something of mine.”

You’re walking too quickly for Carl to shoot back a comment, and he needs to awkwardly skip in order to catch up. This time he takes a few strides forward, making the effort to walk just fast enough to stay in front of you.

He wants to be in charge.

Luckily, you love to be petty.

As the pair of you reach the armoury, you swiftly side-step Carl, entering the room first, much to his dismay. You’re eyes are scanning the shelves, rows and rows of guns and weaponry, with one thing in mind. The bat.

“Too bad we’re confiscating all your guns, this is quite the collection,” You comment, finding a supply sheet to glance over, “Good job on that one, by the way. Aren’t you helpful?”

Carl essentially ignores your sarcasm, speaking from the other side of the room, “Looking for something?”

You turn, a momentary flash of confusion on your face, until you realise that he’s got it. The metal bat clutched in one hand, held up tauntingly. When you take a step forward to retrieve it, he only takes a step back.

“That’s not funny.” You say, a sense of agitation in your tone, that dominant and teasing persona gone in an instant.

It only causes Carl to grin, taking pleasure in this momentary inch of power he’s gained.

“You even know how to play baseball?” He asks, switching the bat into his dominant hand, pretending to slowly swing it.

“I do, actually,” You snap, reaching out to finally grasp the metal bat, taking it from his grip unceremoniously, “Wanna see? I can use your skull as the ball.”

This works to shut him up, judging by how Carl’s eyes narrow into a glare, but he doesn’t dare to say anything. You take this as a victory, once again knocking shoulders as you leave the small space, not bothering to shut the door behind you.

You’re not even a few meters down the street before there are footsteps again, Carl still following you, despite wanting otherwise. It makes that malicious grin to return.

“Aren’t you obedient?” You quip, not even bothering to look back at him as you speak, as if he isn’t worth the time. It’s a power trip, one you’re addicted to, one Carl is unknowingly feeding into. Or, maybe he does know, but can’t do anything about it.

Carl scoffs, “Coming from you. Do you always do everything Negan tells you to?”

It’s smart, getting you to roll your eyes in displeasure, that metal bat swinging by your side as you walk. “It’s called being a good soldier, like you would understand.”

“Yeah? Soldier, or pet?” He continues, and you can basically hear the grin in his voice.

The fuck does he know?

You finally spin around, grip tightening ever so slightly on the bat. Control is slowly slipping through your fingers, this stupid back and forth game beginning to get on your nerves, despite being the instigator.

“You wanna talk about pet?” You spit, closing in on his personal space, “Rick tells you to murder twenty people, and you do it? That’s called being a little bitch, okay, daddy’s boy?”

This works, as Carl’s face twists into a look of anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

But you continue, “This stupid group has had this coming for a long time. There’s no such thing as being the good guys, you’re just another bunch of stupid pricks, who need to be put in their place.”

It snaps something inside of Carl, because suddenly he’s giving you a harsh shove, where you stumble a few feet backwards. You mirror his childish temper, throwing your body at him with equal force, where the two of you awkwardly wrestle in the middle of the street.

You attempt to gain leverage, steeling your feet into the ground, bending your knees. Then, out of nowhere, you’re raising your arm with the bat, ready to try and dislocate his shoulder, or something. Anything. Just to show that you aren’t weak.

But before you can swing, there’s resistance, and you snap out of this little squabble to realise that somebody else is holding your bat.

“The hell are you doin’, girl?”

Negan swiftly lifts the bat from your grip, holding it at an arms length. You let go of Carl, whipping around to glare at the older man.

“He’s being a total jagoff!” You shout, twisting to see a similar look of discontent on Carl’s face, like he’s itching to leap back into your little fight.

It’s no use, because then Negan is holding your shoulder, giving you a gentle push in the opposite direction, “Truck, now. We’re making our departure.”

And you listen, despite everything telling you to continue. To prove yourself, maintain that power.

To make matters worse, Carl has taken this experience as some sort of mental victory, yelling out from the footpath, “Daddy’s girl!”

You can only turn, angrily giving him the finger as you storm off towards the gates, but it acts as fuel to the fire. Getting sick of that stupid expression, you turn back away, footsteps quickening in an attempt to seperate yourself from the ever so slightly humiliating experience.

Next time you’ll get him.

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Always There - Chapter Seven: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Happy Snape, sappy Snape, flashbacks, mentions of death, mentions of James' death

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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The time had finally come for the naming of the champions, all of the students who had wanted to put their name in had already done so, only two underage wizards trying and failing to put their names into the goblet, of course those two wizards being the Weasley twins. It was right after the feast, the goblet getting placed in front of Dumbledore’s owl lectern. Y/N taking her place between Severus and Hagrid. After the three champions were called, one more name came out of the goblet, Albus grabbing the paper and reading the name in shock. “Harry Potter,” The man said. Y/N’s heart dropped as she gripped Severus’ forearm. “Harry Potter!” The named boy got up and walked into the back room where all of the other champions were. 

The herbologist got up out of her chair and rushed after her nephew, the three headmasters, Barty Crouch, Minerva and Severus following after her. “Harry James Potter! How in Godric’s name did your name get into the goblet of fire!?” Y/N asked her nephew with her voice raised, she was panicking, she was scared. Somebody was targeting her nephew but she couldn’t pinpoint who it could be. She knew it wasn’t Karkaroff, Severus had already eased her mind about him, it wasn’t Madame Maxime and she knew for a fact that none of the teachers at the school would possibly endanger the boy like that. 

“I don’t know! I promise Aunt Y/N, I have no idea how it happened! I didn’t put my name in and I didn’t ask anyone to put my name in! I swear!” Harry promised his godmother. 

“Crouch, is there anything we could do to waive this? He can’t possibly compete in the tournament, he’s underage,” Severus asked the man.

“I’m afraid not, it has a binding spell once the name comes out of the goblet, he must compete,” Crouch responded. Y/N had damn near collapsed at the news, only staying on her feet because Severus had caught her.

“No! He can’t compete! It’s too dangerous! He could die! There must be something you can do!” Y/N shouted at the head of the Magical Law Enforcement.

“Severus, get Y/N out of here, I shall handle this,” Dumbledore directed the man. Severus had nodded and began to pull her away from the room. She was putting up one hell of a fight even though she had little to no energy in her, she would always find some for her boy, no matter what. Severus knew this and he knew just how to handle her when she was in this kind of state. 

“Love, let’s go get some tea, you can talk to Harry later,” He spoke gently in her ear.

“No, I can’t leave him, you know I can’t leave him Sev!” She replied back, her voice raised. Severus gave Albus a look, shaking his head, telling him that she wasn’t going to move until she knew that Harry would be safe. 

“Barty, there must be something we can do, he is far too young to compete,” Dumbledore had tried.

“I’m afraid not, Albus. The boy must compete,” Crouch responded before walking away. The headmaster dismissed the others, allowing Y/N, Severus and Harry to have the room alone. The woman and her nephew sat on the floor next to each other. 

“You need to be careful Harry. You need to be extra careful. There is no way for you to get out of this, you must compete but I need you to be safe. I need you, you are my boy, you and Severus are all I have and I can’t afford to lose either of you, not yet,” She explained to her nephew who soaked in her words and listened intently.

“I understand, I’ll be careful, I promise,” Harry responded, hugging his aunt tightly, “I love you, Aunt Y/N.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Once the pair split, Harry went back to his common room and Severus escorted Y/N to her quarters. The two sat and talked about the concerns she had, like how she hadn’t wanted Harry to die, how she didn’t want to be alone, how she didn’t want to see her only family member put their life on the line for some stupid tournament. She voiced her concerns about someone in the castle targeting Harry however she couldn’t pinpoint who it could be. There were so many new people in the castle this year, all of them could be after Harry for all she knew. 

She didn’t end up sleeping that night, her mind racing with thoughts and memories. Her mind going back to the night James and Lily died, the night her life changed forever. But then a happier memory would show up and interrupt her worst.

**

It was her third year at Hogwarts, James and the rest of the Marauders’ fourth. She was in the library studying for her exams and doing homework, Remus sitting across from her doing the same thing. She had just learned about Boggarts in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, having to write an essay on them after facing one. She had been quieter than usual, none of the other Marauders knowing what to do or how to approach her. James had sent Remus to try and pry out what had been bothering her, devising a plan of the two studying together like that always had and going from there.

“Boggarts, huh? Annoying bastards aren’t they?” Remus broke the silence that lingered between the two of them. She let out a hum in agreement as she continued writing her essay. It wasn’t like her, she usually gave Remus a look whenever he let out a swear word as he rarely ever did. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Y/N replied, a cold tone to her voice instead of the warmth that usually graced it. 

“Dove, I know something is wrong, you can tell me. You can talk to me,” Remus practically begged her.

“Seriously Rem, I’m fine. Nothing is wrong, I just need to get these exams out of the way and I’ll be back to normal.”

“If you insist. I’m gonna head back to the common room, you gonna come with?”

“No, I’m gonna stay here and finish up. Thank you for your concern Remmy, but I’m fine.” With her comment, Remus left the library. Within a few minutes, Severus took Remus’ place at the table. She was too busy with her essay to notice who it was, assuming it was her brother, “James, I’m fine, just leave me alone.”

“It’s not James,” Severus replied, making her look up in surprise.

“Oh! Sorry Severus, I hadn’t noticed it was you who sat down. My bloody brother and his friends have been pestering me all day,” She apologized to the boy who gave her a small smile.

“No need to say sorry. Why have they been bothering you all day?”

“They keep saying I’m acting strange. I will say I’m not acting like my usual self but exams are coming up and I have so much homework,” She ranted to him.

“Boggarts? Does this change have anything to do with them?” He asked her, she visibly deflated. 

“Maybe,” Y/N mumbled.

“Would you like to talk about it? You know I won’t judge you,” Severus asked her, his voice softening for her. 

“My boggart was my brother. It was seeing my brother dead, that was my boggart and it’s been all I think about because I don’t think I can live without him. I know he’s awful to you, trust me I’ve tried telling him to stop but he’s my best friend. He’s been with me my whole life and I can’t see my life without him.”

**

“What are you thinking about, love?” Severus’ voice broke her out of her trance.

“My third year when you sat with me in the library, do you remember that?”

“Of course I do, you told me about your boggart that day. I’m assuming it’s changed,” Severus replied to her, she nodded at his observation, “You want to talk about it or do you want to keep it to yourself?”

“It’s pretty much the same but instead of seeing James dead, I see Harry and you…dead. I’m scared it’s going to come true again, it was a shock enough to see that my first boggart ended up coming true, what happens if this one does?” She was worried, her first boggart was witnessing her brother dying, that ended up coming true. Now her boggart was the two most important people in her life dying in front of her, what if that ended up coming true as well? She was panicked, her mind kept racing.

“It won’t come true, not again. You have me, right at your side and together we will keep Harry safe. As long as I have you, I will be safe,” Severus reassured her. His comment did make her feel slightly better, the weight lessening on her shoulders. They talked for a while longer before he had to go meet up with Minerva and Albus. When he left, she put out a note that she would be in the greenhouses tending to her plants, taking cautious care of her venomous tentacula and wolfsbane. 

She hadn’t realized it was the next day until some of her students began filing in for their first class of the day. Before she could begin her lesson, Dumbledore had interrupted. “Professor Potter is unwell and needs to rest, I will be taking over for the day. Professor, off to your quarters and rest up,” Albus had explained.

“Oh, I’m fin-”

“You didn’t sleep at all Potter, go to sleep in your quarters. It is not a question, it is an order.” She sighed but listened, heading back to her quarters where there was a plate of food and a cup of tea waiting for her on the table. A note sitting beside the plate reading ‘I sent Albus to fetch you and send you back here. You need to rest my love, eat up and take a nap. I’ll be there when you wake up. I love you ~ Severus’. Her heart melted to her feet as she read the note, it was little things like this that showed her just how much he loved her. So she did as he told her, she ate her breakfast, drank her tea and put herself to bed. The second her head hit the pillows, she was out like a light. Severus returned to her quarters right after the classes for the day had ended, finding her still fast asleep on her bed.

He sat beside her and watched as she slept, the way her eyebrows creased and her nose scrunched, the way she would smile every once in a while, and the way she reached for him the moment he sat down, knowing he was sitting right there. He swore to himself that he would keep her safe even if it ended up killing him. He swore to himself that the Potter’s would stay safe, no matter what it takes.

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hello (i have read you're taking requests at the moment. it's okay if you can't do this but if you can i will be so so so grateful ) could you please write satoru x reader who has kind of a stronger, more introverted personality (a bit of a tsundere) so people normally deem them as intimidating, emotionless and hard to approach but satoru is falling so hard for them? like they've been close because he's been one to genuinely care and get to know them for who they are and that's why he's so protective and whipped. he's the only one who the reader lets baby them around and vice-versa, because they both know how hard it is to keep the "strongest" facade while being so soft and love starved inside. thank you if you do this really it means a lot!

SO CUTE. love satoru x tsun! Readers opposites attract okay….

- satoru is not one to be intimidated by anyone, so you don’t scare him like everyone else. He probably finds you personally fun to tease as you get annoyed easily!

- also, it’s just nice to see you show emotions since everyone thinks youre so emotionless and he likes to know he has an effect on you!

- but eventually aside from the teasing he tries to genuinely be your friend, which he doesn’t do with many people (the only true friends he feels he has being shoko, nanami, geto, and haibara. Secretly utahime too but.)

- this mainly comes from a place of finding you fun to be around despite your personality, (you’re fun to be around cuz it’s fun to tease you) but also he does genuinely find you interesting and wants to learn more about you

- a friendship would be formed of course, and slowly he’d get to see every bit and piece of you and falls for you in the process :)

- he’d be aware of it too, and kinda just accepts that as his life

- he would really value your friendship a lot though, due to how he can’t really be this vulnerable around anyone else, except maybe geto but it’s not the same.

- the closeness he feels with you is really special to him, so he wouldn’t tell you how he felt for a long time as he valued what you two have together

- regardless, satoru is very sweet to you! Aside from all the teasing cuz he does love to do that a lot

- but he actually goes out his way to buy you things! claims it’s cuz you’re such close buds, but you see a chibi geto laughing in the corner for some reason

- he likes buying you sweets :) he knows despite that rough exterior deep down you’re a softie just like him who loves to munch on some gummy bears

- also he isn’t subtle btw

- like he thinks he is but he isn’t

- bro straight up watching a movie on the couch and then be like “oh man! It’s so cold in here! Can I cuddle up to you?” and it’s like 90 degrees outside

- satoru typically isn’t all that protective of people he likes, cuz I genuinely can’t imagine him with somebody he would view as weak (I also think even if he did it’d be very unhealthy and savior complex-y)

- he doesn’t doubt you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t like to stand back and watch people judge you and assume you’re some robot, incapable of feeling. Incapable of being sad or incapable of being exhausted from a long day. You’re a human being, and he will not hesitate to remind people of that, if you won’t.

- and vice versa cuz even satoru forgets he’s a human being that’s allowed to rest

- satoru will ask for some of your praise cuz it’s his favorite but you almost never deliver. The few times you do he’s blushing and also never shutting up about it. Two years later and he will still talk about the time you said he did a good job baking those chocolate chip cookies.

- satoru feels like he can tell you anything, his worst mistakes, his fears, his guilt. And he’s happy you feel the same way. That you can let down your walls too.

- your relationship is interesting because of how similar and different you both are, you both build up walls and hide but in a completely different manner. You act mean and tough all the time, while gojo acts happy and silly all the time. You both have a hard time being vulnerable and letting people in, and you both know what it’s like to be the strongest and have people assume nothing bad could happen to either of you because of the strength you both constantly show to the world. But you both have such big and soft hearts that you’re both terrified to share. And yet, because of that understanding, you both find solace in one another and let eachother in as if neither of you cared about letting people in, in the first place.

[grimy-cat]

hi! can i rq kel & basil bf headcanons with a s/o who is extroverted n sweet? (kinda like kokoro tsurumaki or pinkie pie) separate pls :-)💓

**of course!! first omori request <33

Kel and Basil with a bubbly GN reader

Kel

- You two fit so well LMFAO

- Kel is SUPER energetic, extroverted and easy to talk to!

- You both have the same thinking process, it’s like you both share one brain cell.

- Always coming up with the dumbest stuff to impress you

“Hey S/O wanna see me do something amazing??!”

“YEA!”

- He ends up with a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist and a bloody nose. He’s probably in the family guy death pose too

- But don’t worry, Kel has you to take care of him!

- You both have way too much energy and it often gets you two in trouble because of how reckless you can get.

- I wasn’t kidding when I said you guys share one brain cell😭

- You both make each other laugh with your stupid antics though.

- Just a golden retriever boyfriend with his golden retriever partner.

Basil

- But then again, they do also say opposites attract

- Your sweet personality is what attracted Basil to you. Aubrey constantly bothering him and Kel treating Basil like he’ll break, it’s quite a relief to have you with him.

- Whoever is above the clouds knows the poor kid needs a break in his life, somebody to be nice to him

- Basil is envious of how extroverted you are. He wishes he could just say what’s on his mind without getting scared or stuttering most of time.

“Excuse me, he asked for no pickles!”

“Thank you..”

- He enjoys how curious you are, Basil likes that he can ramble to somebody about his plants without them getting bored or annoyed.

- Ok, PDA.

- I imagine you would be more open about it while he’ll immediately get flustered from a slight brush of your hands in public.

- The most he can do in public is hand holding, cheek kisses are pushing it.

- It overwhelms him in public and he just can’t handle that kind of stress.

- In private, it’s a different story.

- Basil is all over you, cuddling, holding your hand and playing with your fingers.

- He’s always shoulder to shoulder with you if he can’t cuddle at the moment.

- Loves cheek kisses or any kind of kiss from you really.

- He does keep secrets from you unfortunately. Basil attempts to hide his anxiety attacks from you like trying to excuse himself to the bathroom.

- Of course, you walk in on one of his panic attacks.

- And instead of being scared or annoyed like he’s a burden. You help him.

- This is when Basil realizes that he can rely on you. That he has someone to fall back on and somebody he KNOWS won’t leave him.

- Overall, he’s glad that he’s your boyfriend and has someone so sweet to take care of him.

[havecouraqe]

I can’t help but feel a little loss that Dae wasn’t the one for Kitty. Maybe it’s just me being biased but it seemed like one of those nice guys finish last tropes which I don’t always like. Dae is such a sweet, kind, and caring character. He never wanted to hurt Kitty but due to his financial situation, he felt like he had no choice but to go along with Yuri. You can see the pain in his eyes whenever Kitty was around them. He even slept on the floor outside her door just to make sure he wouldn’t miss her when she left.

His relationship with his family tells so much about who he is. As a son and as a big brother to Bora, you can see he loves his family a lot. The shock on his face when she tells him kids bully her anyway despite how her shoes look. He never wants anyone to be hurting. But then he saves enough money to surprise her with new shoes and buys the pears in remembrance of his mom. And then theres Kitty giving him her Mom’s necklace only a year into their relationship, it really shows how much she cares for him and knows how hard of time Dae was having with his loss because she can relate. I really wish we could have seen Kitty interact with his family because I’m sure there would have been cute moments but I know Kitty’s Korean isn’t good yet.

It also really sucks about Dae and Min Ho’s fallout because along with Q, they are such an amazing trio of friends. They support one another and protect each other, especially when they think Q is being cheated on. The death glare Min Ho gives Florian when they confront him is priceless. Dae never brings up to Min Ho about his suspicion that he might have a crush on Kitty because maybe he doesn’t want to believe it, doesn’t want to believe his best friend would do that to him.

But then we get to the final episode and when I tell you I cried, I cried. Kitty looked so afraid when telling Dae about having feelings for somebody else. Not only does she have to deal with the almost fight between Dae and Min Ho but she’s also so scared coming out to Dae. They are all each other knows and to Dae, this is sudden even though Kitty has had some time to think about who she is and is still figuring things out herself. Could he have handled it better? Yes, majorly he could have.

If they do come out with season 2 who knows if Dae will appear since he lost his scholarship. Suppose this is the end of the chapter for Kitty and Dae, it’s the best first love because they were so freakin cute. I wish they would have made the scene longer with them at the love locks since that is where they first met. All I know is Kitty and Dae will always be my otp.

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

I think a lot of people don’t know how to handle a show growing up along with them.

People debate at length or talk about how they stopped watching shows at certain points because it lost its innocence.

This happened especially with Buffy. A lot of people managed through the college years but fell off soon after, others left with Joyce’s death or with Buffy’s resurrection.

And it’s fine, the show was made with the ability to stop watching at the end of about any season and be relatively content. And when I was a teenager I hated the seasons post high school, because they went into topics I had no real way to relate to or understand on a personal level. Now as an adult though to see Buffy struggle with adulthood it’s a total fucking mood but also so much more.

Buffy is a superhero and people tend to want to see superheroes as shiny and happy and perfect and strong. Buffy is a character who was told before she turned 18 she would die as most slayers have before her because they seldom lived into their 20s. She threw herself into being a slayer more and more because it was expected of her and she slowly began to realize that maybe she couldn’t ever be normal as she had hoped.

She didn’t get summer jobs, she couldn’t date boys at school, being a cheerleader or joining a sports team, sleepovers and dances became something she struggled with or had to literally fight to enjoy for a single second. College was something she wasn’t prepared for in the least and it was an early warning about how in no way is this character prepared for the adult world.

The creepy asshole she has sex with was a walking red flag. A lot of girls would have known he just wants a one night stand or a sexual thing, but Buffy didn’t. Her only experience with sex and dating and love was Angel; a vampire who was over a hundred years old who wanted to devote his very existence to loving her. She never really casually dated or had a sloppy makeout session with some dude. So for her she assumes this guy she has met cares about her, that he wants to pursue a romance with her, but he doesn’t and it leaves her feeling violated and confused.

This is the first sign we really have that the show no longer has training wheels and we are moving away from a campy story about a teen juggling classes and saving the world. We are now seeing what does a hero do when they aren’t saving the world?

We see her struggle with bills and payments and home repairs and upkeep, making sure she can keep custody of her teen sister, making funeral arrangements, trying to find a job she both qualifies for but also can pay enough to cover bills. We see the shit that you often don’t see in these stories and I think a lot of people were uncomfortable with the reality of it.

The same issue came with shows like Steven Universe, once Steven is a teen, once he’s about 16 and we get stories where he’s angry about the childhood he was robbed of, when he finds out about all the physical trauma he’s endured in fights that once seemed light and magical now drag in a sense of crushing reality and this darkness seeps in that we are watching a traumatized teen who is realizing he isn’t normal and never will be. He won’t ever graduate high school or go off to college with his friends and he can’t pursue a career due to lack of education and there is a fear of being abandoned by his friends due to this. He frantically proposes to his closest friend because he needs somebody, he is scared of her leaving and him being alone.

I love these stories and I love watching them grow and change, because even if at the time you don’t relate to it there will come a point where you re watch these seasons and episodes and have a better understanding of the characters and the struggles they are going through.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi, could I request some yandere headcannons for Mitsuri, Obanai, and Giyu (separately) for a reader who is like Spider-Noir? Thanks and have a great day/night!

Yes! You can, my glass angel! Let’s go! I don’t know Spider Noir at all so I hope I did his personality right!

Yandere! Kanroji Mitsuri

You’re quite the interesting Hashira to Mitsuri. A righteous slayer with a personality as rotten as a fish fillet. You’re polite enough to make friends with, but you don’t mind spilling your thoughts, not caring if it comes off rude

You’d think Mitsuri couldn’t handle your personality and would be scared by you? Actually no, she is mad in love with you. She is inspired and awed by you, she wants you so bad

Mitsuri likes your side-gig, detective work and she asks if she can join in. Though, it won’t be surprising when she beats on the lowlife scum you two track down. They wasted her love’s time so she’ll punish them

Yandere Mitsuri doesn’t change a lot when it comes to Dokushas with different personalities. She is still as protective, possessive and clingy over you! She won’t have much luck kidnapping you but she’ll still try

Mitsuri won’t let anybody hurt you, even if she’s emotionally weaker. She’ll defend you with her life and flare her katana at the ones who dare mock you. You’re her little Noir, nobody else’s!

“How did it go? Is the criminal in jail now? What? They got beat up in prison last night? That’s wonderful— I mean— that’s awful! Poor criminal! I wonder who did it! Was somebody else at the spot too?”

Yandere! Iguro Obanai

You and him were actually on very good terms, pre-Yandere corruption as he can handle your insensitivity well. Your harsh demeanour matches his, and therefore, he found you easier to talk to

Yandere Obanai doesn’t change a lot. He is still possessive and obsessed, basically infusing to your waist and glaring holes through the people who dirty-eye you for your dark uniform

Like Giyuu, Obanai is very supportive of your detective side-gig. He’ll gladly go over notes with you and track down the criminal but after the thug is taken to prison, Obanai will hunt them down and silt their throat. Nobody yells at his Dokusha

You’re very quiet and mysterious. That gets stronger when Obanai skilfully tries to pry information about your past out of you as he wants needs to know everything about the woman he adores. Details about you is very important to him

Obanai will end up forcing you against your will to live with him. Tho, his heart aches each time you hurl such cruel insults at him, the anger towards him hurt more. He can’t stop, he needs his little Noir to be safe and sound

“Oh? Where is the criminal you ask? I’m not really sure, didn’t you catch them? I guess they got away— You spotted red on my haori. Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing”

Yandere! Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu did know you for a while as a fellow Hashira! He is mainly impressed by your skills. You’re noble and talented with a katana whilst running your own side-gig of detective work. What is there not to like?

He does struggle a bit with handling your personality but like with Mitsuri, it can’t really bother him. He is far too lost in his fantasies that he can’t see you as the aggressive slayer you are but more of a angel

Of course, Giyuu is supportive and comes to help with your side-gig and hunt down the ones who harm the innocent. He falls for you even harder and his obsession grows stronger each time he watches you argue for the poverty, so righteous and heroic

Yandere Giyuu, like Obanai and Mitsuri, doesn’t change much with a Noir! Darling. He is simply your biggest silent fan ever, he proudly cheers you on and he loves simply being around you, it makes his day

He may worry about your safety but with how independent you are, you always come back fine. Though, he is still overprotective and transparent, he is as straightforward as you are, his little Noir

“Dokusha. I think this criminal could hurt you, we should hurt them before they get the chance— that’s cruel? Not really. This criminal has hurt people, they deserve to be hurt too”

Heeeeellppp. I’m running out of non-bloody manga Obanai panels/pics! 😞😭

[siren-of-agony]

Still not over that awesome possessive whumper piece of yours so here's another one . A whumper has let their whumpee be free for some time for whatever reason , but oh no they aren't able to reach them . They barge into whumpee's house and no sign of whumpee. Did another whumper take them perhaps 👀👀👀

Hi! It’s been 2 years since I got this request and I have now accepted that I will never actually write it-write it. But I need you to know that back when I got this ask, I spent multiple hours being incredibly unhinged w my love @for-the-love-of-angst and outlined this whole thing. So I‘m very sorry you’ll never get the full thing, here is what we had planned, a bit cleaned up

There are honestly no warnings because this is a literal Hallmark movie. Well, maybe pet whump if you squint very hard?

A Christmas Reunion

Establishing shot. A McMansion, absolutely decked out in kitsch christmas decoration. Snow is drifting lazily in front of a big window we zoom in toward. Through it, we enter a large living room, warm and cozy, with large couches in a u-formation. On the sides sit people of every age, including some children. On the middle couch, an old couple, maybe in their seventies, close together, holding hands, smiling at their family. At their feet, a person not much younger, their hands and ankles bound in what looks like Christmas wreaths. They seem annoyed. Child 1: Grandpa, Grandpa, will you tell us the story again? Of how Cinnamon saved Christmas and this family?

Grandpa Henry: Oh but I’ve told that every year, isn’t it getting boring?

Grandma Violet: I was there and I still want to hear it again! It’s a great story, Henry, love, let's not break tradition!

GH: All right, fine, fine. There was a time when my Violet and I didn’t get along quite as well as we do now-adays. We had been married for a few years, but we were fighting so often. We had made the decision to maybe spend some time apart, but couldn’t quite agree who our lovely Cinnamon would spend their time with.

We focus on GH free hand, reaching towards the hair of the person sitting in front of him. We see Cinnamon’s hair being pet, the annoyed expression on their face. A dreamlike rippling filter across the picture. We are entering a

FLASHBACK Another, slightly smaller McMansion. Movers are carrying boxes and furniture outside. A car drives up, parks haphazardly, and a Young Henry gets out, in a business suit, with a business bag, business hair. We understand: YH works too much and is never home. He is important in the field of business.

He runs towards the house and stops one of the movers.

YH: What are you doing in my house? With my furniture?

Mover: Your ex-wife gave us the official court documents. You should have gotten them, too. Didn’t your lawyer contact you to inform you we’d come over today?

YH curses. His lawyer had tried to call him, but he’d been too busy doing business.

YH enters his house. He ignores his stuff being carried out, making his way directly to a door with a small window, but he starts to unlock it without looking through. With a start, he realizes the door is unlocked already. He steps through the door. We see a nice room, cozily decorated. The big window has no unlocking mechanism. From the inside, the door has no handle, only a keyhole. YH looks around frantically. The room is empty. He unlocks his phone and calls somebody.

YH: Violet, you bitch! Where’s Cinnamon?

YV: Don’t talk to me like that! What do you mean?

YH: Where. Is. Cinnamon. I bought you another house, I gave you money, I gave you all my furniture. I get to keep Cinnamon! The court agreed! 

YV: But I didn’t agree! And anyway, I don’t have Cinnamon! Are you telling me you already lost our precious darling? I told you you spent too much time at work to care for them!

YH: If you don’t have them, where are they? Their room is empty! 

YV: You’re useless. I’m coming over. Search through Cinnamons room, maybe they’re just hiding. They must have gotten scared with all these changes.

YV hangs up. YH starts checking behind the curtains, under furniture. On the bed, almost covered by a pillow, he finds a note. He reads it out, as if he knows he’s in a movie and people might not be watching the screen

YH: ‘You’ve ruined my business deal with your smart business decisions and your wife’s gossiping revealing my affair. From the published court proceedings I know what you fought most about and I’ve decided to take it and destroy it, just how you destroyed my life. Getting them in that box wasn’t easy, but carrying it out, dressed as a mover. I will fit right in. You will never see your precious Cinnamon again.’

YH curses again, running to the door, where he sees YV already running towards him

[Here we enter the part I had never fully planned out, but imagine a full on heist movie with this divorced couple trying to rescue their pet from a sadistic Whumper and falling in love with each other all over again.]

They stand back in their McMansion, empty except for the twig of mistletoe above them, a young Cinnamon still bound and gagged and slightly bloody sitting on the floor between them. They kiss passionately. The camera pans down to YC’s face. We recognize the annoyed expression. Ripple effect - FLASHBACK ENDS

We’re back in the living room from the first scene

GH: And that’s how we saved Cinnamon and Cinnamon saved us!

Old Cinnamon: I hate you all.

GV: It did break our heart, of course, when we told Cinnamon they could wish for anything they wanted for surviving such an ordeal, and instead of maybe a cozier couch, they wanted a bit more freedom, but who are we to go back on our word.

OC: I told you I wanted you to leave me the fuck alone.

GH: And we do, almost always, do we not! We understand that even family spends some time apart, but the holidays are a time to get together! 

OC: You really don’t need to abduct me every year, though. Do you know how embarrassing it is if someone asks you to come over for Christmas and you have to be like “Nah, I’m going to get abducted again.”

Everyone laughs heartily. Cinnamon is struggling against their bonds.

OC: Also, how often do I have to tell you that I go by Monroe now?

GV: Oh sweetheart, you'll always be our little Cinnamon. Now stop struggling against, you'll just hurt yourself again, and you'll have to cut the roast later!

OC: I’ll cut you.

GV: Cinnamon, Christmas is the holiday of LOVE!

OC: That’s Valentine’s day, you dumb fuck.

The camera starts moving back, through the window we first entered through. We exit the McMansion, still shining in warm light, vague Christmas conversation audio going on. The snow falls heavier. The last shot is a person from behind, we see their gray hair and recognize the sadistic Whumpers favourite Christmas sweater. In their hand, a knife

~FIN~

[lunarsun12]

Niki Real Parent - Part 2/2

Masterlist

Previous Part

After the encounter with the unknown, the unknown has changed the chat name. As he didn’t know how to create one. Thinking nobody knows his indentity, FYI everyone knows due the gc name.

Luckily, the unknown is a bit clumsy and added all his family members in it. Giving an opportunity for K to make it up to Niki. As well revealing the real reason behind the not so threatening text behind unknown…

Back At Enhypen Chat

Unknown changed the gc name:

Get ready to get a stake in your heart

Sunghoon❄️: Really? Stake? You know we aren’t really vampires…

Unknown: Shut up! I say what goes…

Jay🦊: Wow…that is so mature of you…letting your youngest child…to send those messages…

Unknown: I’m not Maki! I’m somebody else big and scary grrrr

Heesung🦌: Only Maki, will write those sort of things…thinking we are real vampires…

Niki🕺: HEY! WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! That was cold using me as bait…to take down my family business!

Jay🦊: Niki is handling well then expected…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I think Jake explained to him what is happening. I don’t even need to do anything!

Sunoo☀️: More like over explaining…it was tough trying to calm Niki down after that

Jake🐶: What? He asked and I deliver

Unknown: Be quiet! You erm betrayer-

Jay🦊: Hey kid what do you want?

Unknown: I’m not a kid! Please work with my big I mean brother! He has been begging non stop to collaborate with you!!

Jay🦊: Why would I want to work with your family…your family practically dumped Niki and is threatening me…

Unknown: I’m so sorry about Maki! He just wants you to collaborate with his brother Nicholas fashion line!

Heesung🦌: Which uncle is it? The one with too many kids or K?

Unknown: The one with too many kids…i don’t understand how I keep picking up more kids…

K🐨: Where is Niki? I need to explain to him!

Sunoo☀️: You not going anywhere near him! You made Niki upset! I will personally punch you!

K🐨: Sunoo still cheeky as ever!

Niki🕺: I don’t want to talk to you! You left me and have to deal with this weirdo family

Jay🦊: Again how did you get here?

K🐨: Actually, maki created the chat and he got the names confused…

Unknown: It wasn’t me! I mean if it is me of course…

K🐨: Niki! I’m sorry! I didn’t know that my family will come and do that. Me and Taki really wants to meet you and make it up!

K🐨: You really have a sweet family. Who is willing to fight for you!

Niki🕺: Well you two screw that one up big time! Seriously why did your brothers take me to a church? WHILIST IT NIGHT TIME

Unknown: Yuma said it will make the vampire go away…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: We all know Yuma read too many comic books…

K🐨: If you want to…we can meet up for lunch and promise. Just me and Taki, he really misses you! Due to circumstances…we have to leave you..

Niki🕺: I dunno…I’m confused like I was yesterday…

K🐨: You can have Jungwon or your uncle to supervise!

Unknown: Please please work with my brother! I’m begging you!

K🐨: Maki! Stop it! You embarrassing us!

Unknown: YOU IDIOT MAKI! Why did you do that! You ruined my chance! Both you and Harua kept on bugging me about it!

Maki💪🏻: I only wanted to help…you were too scared to say hi…

Nicholas😎: W-who said I was scared! I was being polite! Now Jay company will never collaborate with me!

Jay🦊: Actually the fashion line isn’t mine…it’s my son sunoo line..

Nicholas😎: Why did I listen to you two! If it was sunoo, I just bribe him with mint chocolate icecream

Sunoo☀️: EW! As if I will collaborate with a psycho family! Try Jake dog shelter…they love furr

Jake🐶: Hey leave my dogs friends alone!!

K removes Nicholas and Maki from the chat

K🐨: I don’t want them to embarrass our family anymore. So Niki?

Niki🕺: Uhm Uhm okay but I’m bringing my cousins with me…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: No Niki, will be bringing me only. I don’t trust you cousin to behave properly

Sunoo☀️: You are not taking Niki anywhere near that K person! No one hurts my chick!

Sunghoon❄️: One reason why uncle Jungwon doesn’t want to take us…you can be so dramatic sometimes

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Actually it’s Sunghoon…just in case he makes Taki cry…

K🐨: Why would he do that..he seem so well mannered!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Sunghoon can be too honest sometimes…

K🐨: Right…? I drop the location see you Niki and Jungwon! I have to go and sort out Nicholas and Maki…

Previous Part

[latibvles]

for vivian? please and thank you (i meant to only pick 3 & got carried away...)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

I LIKE GETTING SENT ALL THE THINKS !! >:)

💥 : what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Vivian hates feeling helpless / dependent on others more than anything in the world. It’s not just a byproduct of wanting to prove herself but also that she’s been pretty much independent for a lot of her life. She doesn’t know how to handle feeling like she has to rely on others. I think a very close second to that is anger, because she can and does act first and think later once something really sets her off.

😭 : what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Vivian isn’t a person who cries easily not because of some type of wall built, but moreso because she reacts in anger more than sorrow. She’s more likely to get frustrated — which leads into answering the first part of the question! The type of person to cry when she realizes there’s really nothing she can do. I think acknowledging her own fears is another thing that can (and does) push her to tears.

🌙 : what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Her greatest wish, really, is to be remembered — to be somebody. I don’t think in the way of being a famous movie star or something to that effect, but rather someone who left an impact on the people around them. I think Vivian has a fear that no one will mourn her when she’s gone. As far as how willing to go she is: she gives a lot of herself to the people around her even when there’s not much left to give, which is quite far.

🙈 : whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

I do love when the questions interconnect like this. She doesn’t want to show people that she’s scared! That she can be vulnerable! That she is upset! She wants to maintain this mythic quality to herself because it does in some respect Get Shit Done! Vivian wants to be unbreakable and wants people to believe that and does not want people to know what it looks like when she does break.

✏️ : is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

The bridge of the song Driver’s Seat really reminds me of Vivian, especially in relation to her own father:

“I am his rage, inherit the engine and leak. No mistake, I am the warning, the blaring that won’t let you sleep in peace. I am his only, the little fist bruising the wheel and switching seats. I’m biting my own tongue, I am my father’s lost son.”

OC EMOJI ASKS.

[126simp]

"I Hate You!"

Tarlos Fic for @tarlosweeklyprompts March Daily One-Word Prompt Event!!

March 11th Word: Hate

Tags: Angst, Nightmares, Hurt! Carlos, Worried! TK

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Anxiety,

Relationships: TK/Carlos, TK/Alex (Past Relationship)

Characters: TK, Carlos

“I HATE YOU!!”

The words keep going through my head like they are echoing in my head, over and over. I don’t know what I did to get him to hate me, but please somebody tell me so I can fix it. I love him so much, how am I supposed to handle not having the most important person to me hate me. I feel my eyes blurring even worse when Iris all of a sudden shows up in front of me, saying, “You are to blame for everything. How did I even become your best friend, because your face annoys me.” That doesn’t scare me as much though, because I know that she sometimes talks brutally honest, but why would she say that?

Then it’s like the scene around me changes, and see a gun to my face and try to look at who is behind the gun and see it’s TK standing by a man. I am so confused that I try to say something, but all of a sudden I have no voice, and then I can’t hear anything around as a gun shot goes off. Then I see as TK is dead and bleeding on the floor, ‘What now?’ I love him.

BLOOD

SO MUCH BLOOD

Then the scene around switches again to see TK and Alex kissing, and what am I supposed to do especially when I look around and see that everyone looks so happy.

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Suddenly I feel like I am being shaken and think that I hear TK’s voice. “Carlos, Carlos, CARLOS! Please answer me Baby, I am right here.” I startle awake and look around me seeing that I am in our bed. I feel around and realize I am not there alone when I see TK looking at me worried. I smile because he is here with me, not with Alex, hopefully doesn’t hate me, but I am the happiest that he wasn’t that bloody heap of a body on that floor anymore.

At that thought I scan his body to make sure he is okay, that he isn’t hurt at all, and nope I see nothing, but I still have to ask, “You are alive right? You are okay? You are not hurt, right?” He just looks at me confused and I feel like I am going to start crying with all of my built up emotions, but I need him to tell me. I feel like I am suffocating, and when he still doesn’t say anything, I yell out, “ANSWER ME!”

I think we are both startled by the yell, but it does help because TK finally says something, ���I am sorry, yes I am okay and no I am not hurt.” I smile, but then he asks the question I have been regretting, “What happened to you? Are you okay? You kept saying my name and then ‘I hate you,’ so do you? Do you hate me? P-please tell me that you don’t.”

I look over his face and want to start crying because of how heartbroken he looks and I start to explain the apparent nightmare to him and he slowly starts cuddling closer and closer to me. No matter how close he gets, I am so happy that he is here with me, and I am with him.

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Whitechapel series 4 press pack

Rupert Penry-Jones is Detective Inspector Joseph Chandler

What can you tell us about the new series?

There’s lots of scary stuff going on! I think what they realised from the last series is that people really enjoyed the scary, suspenseful elements of Whitechapel not just the horror - though there is still going to be some gore of course.

The new series has three separate stories like the last one did, but this time we also have this kind of dark, psychological thing that each character has to deal with across the entire series. Everyone is being spooked in one way or another and we don’t know whether it can be explained logically or whether there’s something else going on. One of the dangers of a long running show as a regular is that the guest stars get all the fun stuff to do, so now we have this story through all six parts its great, much more rewarding as an actor.

What about the first story in particular?

The first story is about somebody who is killing ‘witches’. It’s not about witchcraft as such, but it touches on whether witches exist. Also, Chandler has recovered from what he went through last series and he seems to be stronger than ever. His OCD seems to be under control for now.

So there’s no new love interest for Chandler this series?

No, he’s no longer interested. It’s not worth it for him. Everyone was very adamant they didn’t want to harp on about the last series, so we’re starting a fresh, but he still thinks about her [Morgan, who was killed at the end of the last series].

Does this series feel darker than the last three?

So much of the show is how they edit and light it so you don’t actually get a feel for how dark it is until you see it. It’s always a lot darker than we think it’s going to be. The story that Steve Pemberton has written is pretty frightening actually – it’s like League of Gentlemen but with fewer laughs. Pretty gory stuff!

Do you ever get scared after filming some of the darker scenes?

I don’t ever get spooked when I get home after a day’s work because of what we’ve been filming but I do get scared watching them! When I watched the episode last year where the guy was hiding in the walls I did actually go round my home and check that everything was locked. Whilst I was doing it I thought – I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I had to check!

What do you think it is that people like about being scared?

It makes you feel alive I suppose, it’s nice to have a thrill. As an actor it’s the same as comedy, you get just as much of a thrill making people laugh as you do scaring them.

Did you have any idea how popular Whitechapel would become?

Not at all. It’s one of those rare shows that seems to get better. We all feel it’s getting better the longer we do it rather than doing something that becomes repetitive and boring. It keeps growing, so long may it continue.

What is it like playing a character with so many eccentricities?

It is fun to play with the OCD aspect of Chandler’s character. It’s great to have something like that to express emotion. I don’t want to be disrespectable to people who have OCD though, it can be a horrible, debilitating illness. It can’t be made fun of and we have to be careful how we handle that.

Do you see any OCD traits in yourself?

I think I only have a few OCD traits personally but my wife definitely thinks I have many!

What can we expect from Chandler in the new series?

We start to find out about Chandler’s childhood and background, where he’s from and who his parents were, which is interesting. We don’t know too much yet but it is inferred that there are reasons for why he is the way he is.

Is Chandler part of the team now?

Yes, to be honest they still take the mick, he is still weird, but he has gained respect I think.

Steve’s written the middle story is that something you would be interested in doing – being behind the scenes?

It’s not something I’d want to do right now, I’m fulfilled at the moment acting. I’d like to be involved in something from the beginning, from the conception, so producing perhaps.

Do you have to enjoy the dark side of things to do a programme like this?

Not really, I mean Llewellyn [Claire Rushbrook] is the autopsy specialist and one of the most squeamish people I’ve ever met. We had a sequence with a dead rat and it’s not really a rat – it’s a cuddly toy made to look a bit dirty, but she had to take time to pull herself together. She is terrified of gore and corpses, whereas we’re there taking pictures on our phones!

Have you done any research before filming Whitechapel?

I did some research into OCD before the second series. I spent some time with a doctor.

Would you like to branch off into movies?

I would like to do movies but I just don’t have the time at the moment and the only way to get the time would be to give up two shows that I really like. I’m responsible for my family too and you’ve got to make the money, so to walk away and take the risk on America, I’d be crazy to just give it all up and go.

What’s it like to be so immaculately dressed all day?

I love it! (laughs) I had a brilliant idea this year that one of the things about Chandler and his OCD is that he no longer wears different clothes. He wears a white shirt and the same suits all the way through which means I don’t need to keep going up to my dressing room and changing! So whilst everyone else is running back and forth from the dressing rooms, I just take my tie off and put another one on and then I’m done.

Are you a detective fan, do you watch ‘the competition’?

I do, I like to watch as much as I can. I like to know what people have done and get ideas for my own performances. I particularly like the things that are coming out of Sweden and Denmark, The Killing and The Bridge.

What is it with you and Phil Davis? You’ll see each other for four months filming Whitechapel and now you’re off to film Silk together.

It’s great to be able to work with someone you get along with. We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t get along, we’d have done one series and then walked away. There’s a real camaraderie with the whole cast actually. It started last year when the show really came into its own.

Does the series ever suggest why so many weird things happen in such a small area?

That is coming through in this series - the idea of something other worldly going on within Whitechapel.

Do you believe in ghosts or that buildings can be haunted?

I think that there are places that are spooky but no I don’t believe in all that.

Would you like to do more of Whitechapel if the series continues?

If it’s going the way it’s going I think we’d be crazy to stop.

[trulytiredhermit]

Evelyn, oh Evelyn, Maya and Anya absolutely love to mess with her, but you could clearly see that they would fight their whole lives to protect each other, especially Evelyn.

You miss the way she latches on to you for comfort, because with her by your side, you just know that you aren't alone, and that you could do this, if only to protect someone.

She is quiet, and shy most of the time, but honestly, you think that out of everybody in the group that you four formed, she seems to be more comfortable with you than anybody else.

She knows her limits very well, but sometimes she doesn't even know her limits because she never tries to cross those limits, she's cautious, that's for sure, and while you're happy that somebody like her is your friend, sometimes you wish that she wasn't.

Because you didn't want this to happen to her in the first place, she must be alone and scared and you couldn't be there for her..

Just absolute perfection once more. Seriously this is just *mwah* 🤌 chef’s kiss.

And the thing about Evelyn knowing her limits yet also NOT being she’s afraid to test them, amazing. And in a new world where there are so many new, and dangerous things, Evelyn is going to be ever more wary to test her limits and will want to latch onto Reader even more.

Also Reader starting to wish that they hadn’t been friends with any of their friends simply because then they would have been safe, just yes. Reader is definitely going to go through some heavy self-doubt and questioning whilst searching for her friends.

And of course, like the Anaya ask, should Reader ever meet up with Evelyn the Chain are for sure going to have a problem with Evelyn’s clinginess. I mean yeah, they can be quite clingy too, but that’s because Reader is their darling and they’re just showing their love and appreciation for Reader.

Plus, they obviously appreciate and care for Reader more than any of Reader’s friends so they’re the only ones who should be allowed to get close to reader.

Thankfully, they’ve handled people like Evelyn before. Really, all they’ve got to do is bring Evelyn to a little safe house and tell her to stay out. Perhaps, even put the idea of leaving Evelyn at a safe into Reader’s head. That way Evelyn is more inclined to go along with it.

And why wouldn’t Reader agree with Evelyn staying at a safe house. They don’t want Evelyn to get hurt out in the wild and they know how scared Evelyn can get at times. Plus, Reader is most likely thinking about how Evelyn and the rest of their friends would be far safer away from them (especially if the Chain’s yandere tendencies are appearing more frequently).

Of course even if the chain’s tendencies aren’t that much (yet) Evelyn, with her overly cautious personality, may still be able to pick up on the Chain’s antics and true intentions. She may even try to warn Reader about it, unless the Chain bully/intimidate her into silence.

[battlexworned]

It’s late, and Blackarachnia isn’t certain if Ironhide will even answer, but they send a message to their partner’s comm link, anyway. ::Hey there, sweetspark… I know it’s the middle of the night, but I was wondering if I could come over? Or if not, if we could spend some time together tomorrow? It’s a Eukarian holiday today. The festival of the heart-strings, roughly translated. It’s a day dedicated to bonding ceremonies and fertility rites, feasting and dancing, that normally takes place during the onset of the monsoons.::

They pause. Their over-explanation is probably going to give him the wrong idea. ::I meant that— Slag. I’m not asking to hook up— I mean, I wouldn’t be OPPOSED to being intimate with you.::

Focus, ‘Nia. You’ve had one too many drinks. Don’t scare him.

:I guess what I’m trying to get out is that I’m lonely and homesick… and overwhelmed. I had another vision, and while it’s made me excited to continue my work, it’s also a reminder of… the life I could have had, if that makes sense.:: A shaky chuckle. ::Anyway, message me back when you can. Rest well.::

He’s struggling to sleep again.

It was mere inconvenience at this point, some nights he gains rest for just a few hours, some nights he doesn’t get rest at all. Ironhide doesn’t complain, it was like this for a long time ago. So what does he do at times like these? He spends the night either watching something from his data pad or simply stare at the ceiling above, rest his eyes while knowing that a true recharge won’t happen. Ironhide will choose the second option, he isn’t in the mood for burning his optics by light exposure.

As he stares at the ceiling, his processor can’t help itself but to think about others and what could they possibly be doing. His companions? Probably at a night shift. Ignite? Sleeping soundly in their own dorm as they should be… hopefully. Blackarachnia?

Hm… violet. Ironhide wondered,

His partner shares the same struggles. They too find it difficult to have a normal recharge schedule set in place. He wondered if they’re still awake and if it was alright to call them. Ironhide wanted to hear somebody, anybody. He wanted a voice he could listen to until his optics flicker and give up on trying to stay online. Mainly their voice… smooth and soothing. Should he call…? No. Probably not. Perhaps handling this on his own is for the best—

Ping!

Oh? Ironhide’s half lid optics finally lit up the moment he realized it was Blackarachnia who sent the message. With no seconds thoughts, he listened; at first Ironhide was happy that the arachnid offered to come over, he also widened his optics out of surprise for a solid second at the mention of intimacy… well, possible intimacy to be exact. Then it slowly turned to reasonable concern as he heard how Blackarachnia was overwhelmed and extremely homesick. His ride or die instinct kicked in, something that always occurs whenever a loved one needed assistance. If that’s the case, then it won’t be necessary for his partner to leave their dorm, for he is about to be on his way there instead.

Of course, he answered the comm link so they’d be aware, once sent, off he went:

:: I’m awake darlin’. Don’t worry ‘bout comin’ here, I’m on my way. ::