#please. please don't hurt him. they didn't mean to

[bonus-links]

Ruins pt 16 please 🥺

OUGH YEAH THIS ONE

I wanted to give Loft a chance to explain a little bit of his ideology around what being the capital H Hero means to him. Despite all his misgivings about having his life orchestrated for this purpose, he 100% would do it all again, no questions asked. He firmly believes at this point that being the Hero and wielding the master sword is still a blessing. I also think from his perspective, if it really is true that Demise is going to curse this land forever, it's imperative that there's always a Hero willing to take up the mantle. Slate doesn't want the title, but to Loft he's already doing the action, and that makes him worthy of the sword. They're, like. fundamentally disagreeing on what being "the Hero" even means.

Also, having Fi as a companion was really important to him. I think it brought him some comfort to think that future heroes would have that too. To find out that they didn't, and that one even 'rejected' her entirely really upsets him.

also, if you don't actually need the sword to defeat the great evil, the whole thing kind of falls apart, right? Remember, nearly Loft's ENTIRE journey revolved around forging the sword for this exact purpose. What did he do all that for, if you don't need it in the end?

as a sidenote, slate definitely has more than '6 hearts' worth of health lol, not that I'm taking that literally. this was just kind of visual representation of the sword sapping his strength. I think it's interesting that while this isn't the only game that locks you out of pulling the sword until you're strong enough, it is to my knowledge the only game that hurts you for trying if you're not.

Slate's first champion sighting! Whether or not Champion is trying to stop him here or finally letting the sword go is up for interpretation, but if you ask me it's kind of both. Also, for the record, only Slate saw him.

bro is fucking flabbergasted. he 100% did not expect to actually pull the sword. world view altered. Slate genuinely did try multiple times, before ultimately resorting to the nuclear option of facing Ganon without it. He went into the fight with the expectation that he would probably fail and die. To pull it now, after everything is said and done is,,,,frustrating to him. To severely understate it.

the koroks all cheering with loft 😭

i think this is my favorite slate I have ever drawn.

I think Loft had definitely hoped for a little bit more of a reunion with Fi here. This chime is the only indication she's there, and even then he's not sure.

[cherrriesinthespring]

OMG SPENCER WITH 73 😍😍😍

i tried my best but.. idk 😭😭

the prompt is in pink!! cockwarming kinda, riding, teasing, the only description of the reader being a female is the prompt "what happened to my good girl?"

18+!!

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i see this with S6 or S11 Reid but.... it's up to you

hips touching, skin on skin, the one time in a while he's let you get on top. his voice was stern when he'd told you to keep going until you both came twice, but just as the pleasure would build, he'd grab your waist to stop you from moving. you were getting frustrated with him.

spencer's instructions were clear, yet he made them impossible to follow. slick gathered between you, heat gathering in your stomach, a low coil. the way his fingers dug into your skin, the feeling almost bruising. a whine leaves you, which brings a low hush from his lips.

"honey, try again, you can do it.." he guides you and you huff.

"how am i-" before you can finish complaining he thrusts up into you, his flushed tip kisses your cervix. your whimper sets his stomach alight, he expresses this with a groan. spencer wants more, so do you, the difference is: you're vocal about it, he's holding back. you can feel the way he's pulsing, throbbing, each vein in his body (and his cock) practically has it's own heartbeat. of course, you're the same, clenching around him almost as if it's a competition to see who can take more.

he does it again, then another. then you're left blank. it almost physically hurts to be denied like this, you'd been so, so good. yet you got nothing back in return.

"please- please I want it.." you plead with him, you feel as though you've repeated this at least 100 times now.

"well you don't need it? if you don't need it, you can w-" he's cut off by a desperate wail.

"no! no, I mean- i need it.." he can't help but feel bad at the way your voice trails off, almost as if you're embarrassed. that doesn't stop him from teasing you.

"we beg for what we want, and we beg nicely, with manners. that's what I've taught you.. what happened to my good girl?” his tone is condescending, it doesn't help that this turns you on even more.

so you whine, and plead, until finally he lets you ride him with no interruptions. it took a lot, your body could barely handle the feeling, trying to hold back on the orgasm. it didn't surprise you that he lightened on the teasing and sly comments the further you both got to cumming. it wasn't just to be easier on you, but also because he was struggling to speak.

the space between you squelched with each buck of spencers hips, the grinding of your own. lifting yourself on your knees to a slightly better angle, it takes one move for him perfectly hit the spot you need. his head tips back, he's murmuring praises and you swear he whines at least twice.

his curls are stuck to his head, both of you covered in sweat, and it's impossible to even think of cumming twice. the motions are restless, chasing the high you both desperately need.

you both cum with a loud cry, the mess of slick between you now increases with the mixed substances dripping out of you. chests lightly collide, and you take your spot against him, head burrowing in his neck for comfort. all while he's still inside of you.

[orionhelluvaranting]

Like creator, like character

Isn't that interesting how every bloody time someone tries to call Stolass' out this frigging owl finds a way to justify himself or shift the blame?

"I would feel bad if I hurt you but we both know I didn't do that!"

"Cheating implies there was a betrayal..."

"I don't look down on you!"

"I didn't leave you, I would never, that wasn't my choice!"

And do you know who does the exact same thing?

Vivziepop by herself! 🌟

"You disapprove me for sexualizing the rapist and preferring to sell merch with him rather than with his victim? C'mon, guys, Val isn't real! He's Karen from 'Mean Girls'! Fiction is an escape!.. You're just pissy your faves didn't get merch!"

"I liked the post calling my haters 'subhumans'? Well, people are just 'exhausted of being attacked for liking a show'. My fans harass critics? It sucks, but my fans are 'scared to talk about liking the show due to the harassment'. So you're no any better!"

"You've found a plothole XYZ, inconsistency in the story, lame jokes or any other flaws of my shows? No, my writing is smart and logical, bc I said so! Learn to read between the lines!"

"You think I have favoritism toward certain characters? No way! Stolass and Blitz are BOTH in the wrong, I'm gonna show this! Millie isn't ignored by the narrative, actually I'm so excited for you to know about her more! Loona doesn't speak a half of the season because... it was easier on the budget. HB has steered more towards a male-led stories. It's intended this way. You're just misunderstand my genius thought process."

"That's not my problem", "I care about SA victims," "Grow up!" etc.

And I'm not even talking about the justifying/problematic tweets she simply liked 💫

This woman always has an excuse. For everything. Just like Stolass does. Honestly I'd rather not speculate about Stolass being Viv's self-insert (as other critics said long before) but that kind of behavior only confirms such statements. It's like they both live by this quote:

Say whatever you want but for me this is the main proof that Stolass will NEVER take responsibility for his own actions. Because it's seems like Vivienne has no clue how to do this either. She doesn't think she could ever be wrong. So she uses the same mentality for Stolass since he's her beloved pet.

And which one of Viv's excuses is your personal favorite? Mine is "We didn't ask anyone to redesign these characters, it's a choice". Sounds like "They should've seen that coming! It's their own fault they're harassed! What did they even expect?" for me. Just fucking brilliant! 😤💢

PS/ I hasn't been monitoring Vivziepop closely enough all the time and maybe I don't see the whole picture, so please correct me if I'm wrong here but... I can't remember a single time this woman admitted her wrongness or apologized sincerely. Ever. I mean, if there's at least one case of Viv making amends or smth it would be nice, even if it prolly won't fix everything.

[overthinkit-underscore]

reblogging my own words? yes. i think i might.

text in OP screenshots:

Quiet has the capacity to fawn over the Narrator, to worry about Him, to ask Him if it hurts when pieces of Him fall off like that, are you like me? are you part of me? what are you, to me, what do i call you before i lose you? when people ask what i've lost, what do i say to them? you're a part of me. you're a part of me, i need you, please don't go. please. you've always been with me. please. why did you lie, all those times, about the looping? i would've helped you if you were honest with me from the start, please. do- do you have anything to say for yourself, before you go? for all of your hubris? before you go, i want you to know this has been torture.

(Explore) I don't actually know how to feel about Him being gone. like an abused child, waking up one day as an adult and learning their Father has passed.

i'll say it a million times, the Narrator wasn't scared of death, He was scared of grief and misattributed His emotional response as fear. He's a hypocrite because, by His own definition of what it means to know death, He couldn't have been scared of it until after He killed Himself to create the Construct. He wasn't afraid of dying, He was afraid of His loved ones dying and being forgotten, and He's saying to Quiet's face how it couldn't possibly understand Him and His fear as it watches its fucking FATHER unravel at the seams-

an Echo- you know, there's a quote on grief. that grief is just love with nowhere to go. it's the space left behind. well, there's a big fat gaping wound somewhere the Quiet's chest, or their wing, or somewhere. and you know what? at least they get to process their feelings. the Echo couldn't even afford Himself the time. He refused to reach acceptance. He died, He killed Himself, just so He wouldn't have to live in a world with an agony that could've passed if He didn't deny Himself the opportunity to change-

TLQ technically has daddy issues if you think about it

[sosasturns]

valentine who?, shoota!chris

february twelfth, 9:59pm….

valentine's day items was everywhere-red and pink aisles full of stuffed animals, heart-shaped boxes, and overpriced flowers that would die in a week. couples all around, carts full of cliché gifts and last-minute surprises. you weren't the type to get caught up in the fairytale of it all, but the sight still made something twist inside you.

"you need anything else?" chris asked, pushing the cart with one hand, the other tugging at the hoodie he had thrown on before y'all left. he didn't even look at the decorations, didn't acknowledge the obnoxious love shit flooding the store.

you, on the other hand, were hyperaware of it.

"nah," you muttered, tossing a pack of gum in the cart. your tone was clipped, but chris didn't seem to notice-or maybe he just didn't care.

february thirteenth, 1:24am…

"bitch, i got my wax done before my shift, and let me just say, i'm feeling brand new," your coworker, maya, said as she leaned against the counter, adjusting her top. "smooth as hell. like a lil' dolphin."

you laughed, shaking your head as you poured a drink. "you so damn extra."

"whatever," she waved you off. "so, what's your man doing for you tomorrow?"

your stomach tightened. "not my man."

maya gave you a look. "girl, please."

you didn't answer. because truthfully? you didn't know what the hell chris was or doing for valentine's day-or if he was doing anything at all.

february thirteenth, 11:05pm…

you were over it. the silence. the avoidance. the way he acted like valentine's day wasn't even on the damn calendar.

"so, you really not gon' say shit?" you finally snapped, sitting on his couch, arms crossed.

chris, lounging in his chair, didn't even look at you. "say what?"

something small-a remote, a balled-up napkin, whatever was closest—left your hand and hit his chest. not hard, but enough to get his attention.

"don't play dumb, chris."

he sighed, rubbing his jaw. "you know i don't do that valentine's day shit."

you scoffed. "but you do every other holiday, huh? what, this one just don't matter?"

he finally looked at you. "you knew what this was."

your jaw tightened, heart pounding.

he wasn't wrong. but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"whatever," you muttered, shaking your head. you pushed up from the couch, grabbing your bag. "i'm not finna sit here and-"

"yo."

your hand paused on the strap of your bag. you looked at him over your shoulder, brows raised.

chris stretched his legs out, fingers tapping against his thigh. "we still on for tomorrow night?"

you stared at him for a beat, then rolled your eyes and headed straight for the door, leaving without another word.

february fourteenth, 11:57pm…

you should've ignored his text. should’ve ignored his calls. but now you were here-pressed against his mattress, legs wrapped around his waist, breathy moans slipping from your lips.

"knew you was gon' act up," he murmured against your skin, lips on your neck. "you just needed some sense fucked into you, huh?"

your fingers gripped at his back, nails digging in as he rocked into you, deep and steady-like he was the one going through the motions all week. like he wasn't the same man who ignored every hint you threw at him all week.

“uh-uhn, move your hand.”

like he didn't just pretend valentine's day wasn't a thing.

“move your fuckin’ hand.”

and it pissed you off.

“take this shit.”

“gotta put your ass in check.”

“fuck.”

because now, now he wanted to be all over you. now he wanted to fuck you like he had something to prove.

he hadn't even said the words, hadn't even tried— and yet here he was, hands gripping your waist, jaw tight, eyes locked on your pussy swallowing his dick like he needed this.

like you were supposed to just let it slide.

and yeah, you were letting him fuck you. but that didn't mean you weren't still mad as hell.

some time later, your body was still buzzing, chest rising and falling as you laid beside him, the heat between you two still thick in the air.

you were barely catching your breath when chris shifted, reaching toward the nightstand.

then something light landed on your stomach and this time it wasn’t his cum.

you blinked, looking down at the small swarovski gift bag before flicking your gaze back up to him.

"quit bitchin' and take it," he muttered, arm draped over his forehead like he was already seconds away from a migraine.

your heart stuttered.

because he was paying attention the whole time.

but before you could even say anything, he was already getting up, sweatpants hung low as hell, grabbing his controller off the dresser.

you rolled your eyes when you saw the game load up, shaking your head as he sank down at the foot of the bed, legs spread as he adjusted his headset.

"you’re so fucking annoying," you muttered, shifting under the covers and placing the bag on the nightstand near your phone.

"yeah, yeah," he muttered back, a smirk evident in his tone. "ain't hear you say nun of that earlier."

you sucked your teeth in response, turning to lay on your side.

even though he didn’t say those three words, you decided to say them for him.

“happy valentine’s day.”

@ sosasturns

[hansmic]

“𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗”

bangchan x gn! reader

summary: you and bangchan have been together for several years, and you plan a surprise anniversary celebration. However, chan has an unexpected event (like a work crisis) and it forces you to reconsider what "romantic" means. How does the unexpected twist challenge your connection? Do you find a way to reconnect in a more meaningful way, or does it test your bond with chan?

genre: fluff, romance, angst

warnings: none

word count: 757

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Chan was exhausted and frustrated as he got home late from work. He had been looking forward to spending the evening with you, especially since it was your anniversary. He saw you waiting for him with a warm smile, and felt a mixture of guilt and disappointment. "Hey," he said, forcing a weary smile.

"I'm sorry I'm late," chan added, sitting down heavily on the couch next to you. "There was an emergency at work, and it took forever to sort out."

You tried to stay calm and understanding, but you couldn't hide the disappointment in your eyes. "It's our anniversary, and you're late again," you said, your voice laced with a hint of anger.

Chan slumped down more, feeling the weight of your frustration. He knew he had messed up. "I know, I know," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be late, but this was unavoidable."

You looked at him, your frustration turning to sadness. "Unavoidable?" you asked, your voice cracking slightly. "It always seems unavoidable when it comes to work. It's like your job is more important to you than I am."

Chan's expression softened as he heard the hurt in your voice. "That's not true," he protested, reaching out to take your hand. "You know you're important to me. Work is just... stressful right now, that's all."

You pulled your hand away, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. "But it's always stressful at work," you retorted. "It's our anniversary, and I had planned something special for us. But you didn't even remember, did you?"

Chan looked down at his hands sheepishly. "I...I did remember," he mumbled. "I just...got caught up in work. I'm sorry." He looked up at you with pleading eyes, hoping you would understand.

You sighed, feeling your resolve weakening. Part of you wanted to stay mad, but another part of you just wanted to forgive him. "You always say you're sorry," you said, your voice softer now. "But it never seems to change. Work always comes first."

Chan's expression turned pained. "I don't know what you want me to say," he said, his voice filled with frustration. "I can't just quit being an idol , I have responsibilities. But I do care about you, more than anything. I'm trying to balance everything, but it's not easy."

"I know it's not easy," you said, your voice cracking again. "But it feels like I'm always coming second. And on our anniversary, of all nights..."

Chan reached out to take your hand again, this time you let him. "I know I messed up," he said, his eyes full of remorse. "I should have been here for you, and for us. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just...don't give up on me, okay? I can't lose you."

Your resolve crumbled at his words. You knew he was trying, in his own way. And deep down, you didn't want to lose him either. "Okay," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I won't give up on you. But please...please try harder."

Chan felt a wave of relief wash over him. He squeezed your hand, grateful for your understanding. "I will," he said, looking into your eyes intently.

You nodded, your anger fading. You knew it wouldn't be easy, and there would be more bumps in the road. But for now, you were willing to give him another chance. You scooted closer to him on the couch, and leaned against his shoulder.

Chan put his arm around you, pulling you closer. "I love you," he said softly. "No matter how crazy things get, please remember that.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort in his embrace. "I love you too," you said quietly. Despite your earlier anger, being close to him made you realize how much you needed him.

Chan kissed the top of your head, feeling grateful for your forgiveness. "I'll make it up to you," he repeated, more determined than ever. "I know I've let you down before, but I'm going to try harder from now on. For you, for us."

You looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I believe you," you said, your voice regaining some of its warmth. "Just...don't forget about our anniversary next year, okay?"

Chan chuckled softly, knowing he would need to set a dozen reminders on his phone to make sure that never happened again. "I won't," he promised. "And I'll make sure to make it the best one yet."

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masterlist is here!

[blightbright]

Solas fandom and "genAI"

I recently came back to Tumblr 99.9% because life is stressful and I'm autistic and special interesting about Solas, but I never could keep my mouth shut so... re: so-called "genAI" in fandom spaces:

I say so-called because it is neither truly generative nor intelligent, and it is not really artificial: it is created with the real stolen efforts of living people and real environmental exploitation

I have little interest in blaming everyday individuals (except CEOs, political leaders, billionaires, etc) for the harms of the most popular "genAI" tech, because it's a systemic problem

"genAI" is intentionally confusing and it's ok if people are genuinely ignorant, at first, of how it works or the harm

I also have loved ones who disagree with me

THAT SAID, I urge people to learn more about and consider the harms to society, other people, and one's own process of self-expression, learning, and creativity from the use of "genAI"

I can't control your behavior but I can tell you that your messiest, most "OOC," error-ridden rough draft, or your most wonky-proportioned stick figure fan art is infinitely more precious, valuable, and emotionally, culturally, and spiritually significant than an unintelligent plagiarism algorithm doing it for you, even if it gets less hits/kudos at first. don't give up hope: your own art means something. I encourage you to make fandom a heartfelt space of resistance!

it is important for communities to define boundaries of unacceptable behavior (i.e. use of non-gen AI spellcheck, Google Translate, "genAI" rewrite functions, character "chats," plot/outline "generation," full-blown "generated" pieces... IMO, I'm fine with the first, uneasy but ok with the second, and the rest I actively oppose)

in the absence of clear boundaries, transparency is key! please publicly and clearly disclose ANY use of "genAI" at ANY stage of the process for fan works, because concealment of this is disrespectful and hurtful. if you didn't know before, such is life. now you know.

avoid all bad faith arguments about shipping wars and witch hunts. you have nothing to fear from posts uncovering AI if you do not use undisclosed "genAI": the two works in question did. you have many things to fear from unchecked "genAI" use if you are a writer, artist, or someone who needs our planet to stay alive

the work @durgeapologist, @fangbanger3000, and others have done to raise awareness about "genAI" use in popular fan works is extremely valuable, difficult work, and does not need to be perfectly worded to be earnest, meaningful, and ultimately beneficial for fan communities

bonus point, sponsored by autism: Solas as a character draws on figures from Norse lore including Loki, god of many things including callouts and criticism of powerful systems; Odin, god of words, wisdom, poets, and uncontrollable creative inspiration; and Fenrir, wolfpup god of surviving trauma, seeking praise and social approval from the powerful only for it to result in pain, raging against the system, and freedom. IMO, if I want any character to rally people together for the sake of resisting billionaire tech companies when possible and celebrating old-fashioned creativity, it's Solas. it's in his story's DNA. whoever we want him to smooch.

[httpsserene]

can you do Franco Colapinto established relationship prompt 29??? Love your writing!!!

🛞  tread’s uneven: time for a tire rotation! — send me a driver and a prompt from this list of pre-relationship prompts, or these established relationship prompts, or these hurt/comfort prompts, and i’ll write a blurb or drabble for you xxx (prompt lists are made by me!)

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. didn't realize there were so many franco stans on this app...don't worry, i understand it now ;) happy 3k 🩷 babe !!! thank you for requesting xxx

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#𝟐𝟗. "stop staring at my ass, please." fem!bipoc!reader x franco colapinto

One thing you’re going to do after a trip to the mall is perform a runway show when you get back home.

As soon as you step through the doorway, Franco is rushing to grab the bags from your arms, because while he may have not been able to accompany you on your shopping spree, he’s going to resume his chivalrous boyfriend activities when you’re back with him. He always roots around in the bags to see what you’ve bought as the two of you head toward the bedroom, it’s routine for him to make predictions about what pieces of clothing he’s going to like on you the most.

Your fashion show starts with making him cover his eyes as you change—so you don’t spoil the pieces you're putting together before you complete the total outfit, not because you are concerned with him seeing you undress; you’re well past that point. 

After catching him peeking between his fingers three times, you’re forced to change in the bathroom because your boyfriend is never going to turn down a chance to admire you. 

Those are his words, not yours! You can read between the lines, knowing that he really means that he’s not going to miss a chance to ogle at the sight of you in your undergarments.

He also doesn’t miss a single opportunity to drool over you if you’re fully clothed.

You can see the way his attention is glued to the spread of your hips in the best-fitting pair of jeans you’ve ever worn, and as you turn around to examine the full outfit you’ve put together in the mirror, you can see how he doesn’t even attempt to hide his (admittedly flattering) smirk when he sees how great your ass looks. 

There’s something about wearing a white tank top with a pair of light-wash jeans and heels that makes you feel like the hottest woman on Earth. 

Bending down to fasten the straps of your heels, you glance at the reflection of Franco in the mirror. His mouth has dropped open, and his hands twitch at his sides like he’s fighting the urge to reach out and touch.

Straightening up, you spin around to stare at him with an unimpressed tilt to your lips, your hands resting on your hips as you feign annoyance, “Stop staring at my ass, please.”

Franco pouts, not hiding the way he leans to the side to look around your body to stare at your ass in the mirror.

“Babe!” You yelp, the brown skin of your cheeks heating with a blush at his over-attention. 

The Argentinian man eventually manages to wrangle himself into meeting your eyes after he’s happy with the amount of time he’s spent appreciating your figure. He offers you a picture-perfect grin, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of your jeans to tug you between his legs.

“¿¡Que!? You chose these jeans because you know how good they make your ass look—How can you be mad at me for staring?!”

© httpsserene — do not reupload. photos in header from pinterest. divider by @cafekitsune.

[smol-guppy-wuppy]

Didn't realize I accidentally deleted the first post of this guy 😭

Ummm this one's my first transformers oc lol

One is a general version and the other is specially transformers one!

Second made transformers oc here

Info for them below!

General

A Cybertronian soldier who grew tired of fighting and sought a more peaceful life. He didn't want to deal with anymore losses and the overall draining task of fighting the Decepticons, so he found himself a new planet to take refuge upon; Earth.

Ever the optimist, she figured things would go well. L0-V3 took form of a simple punch buggy living in an old car yard. It was a relatively simple life, they liked it.

Soon enough, they found themselves being "purchased" by a young woman. He looked the part of being an old car, but he obviously functioned properly. Given the look, he was sold off for a cheaper prince.

L was tempted to leave after being brought to the woman's home, but she had overheard that she was meant to be given as some really important gift to the woman's partner. This made him feel a bit bad, so he figured he'd stay put to make them happy, at least for a little while.

This led to her eventually being discovered as a sentient robot by the woman he was gifted to. He then quickly becomes friends with her, Millie, and she teaches L everything there is to know about earth. She ends up gifting him a set of pink fuzzy dice and they end up being his favorite thing ever!!

Millie's girlfriend, the one who "bought" L for her, found out about him being well—alive, and the two don't really get along much. It's more of just them tolerating each other.

Their whole situation lasts about a year or so before things take a turn for the worst.

L ends up being found by Decepticons scouting the earth after hearing it was a possible place of hiding for the Autobots through an intercepted comm link from Optimus Prime himself.

They believe that L knows where their "secret base" is, but they didn't even directly know Optimus, just joined what he was fighting for because of the bots they surrounded themselves with (along with their own beliefs of course).

Things go wrong, he was approached at night while close to Millie's house in the woods. She ends up feeling something was wrong and winds up investigating it. The Decepticons quickly learned the two were close when she came out calling out for L by name. They use her as a means to get information from L, threatening the humans life, but the problem is that he has no information.

A barrage of snarky words from Millie and a "refusal" of information on L's part are something the Decepticons aren't pleased with. In retaliation, they simply dealt Millie a fatal wound.

This leaves L in a flurry of emotions, which ends up with him fighting the two Decepticons. The fight draws the attention of Millie's girlfriend, who hadn't heard the confrontation until it grew as loud as it was.

She was met by a gruesome sight of both wrecked Decepticons and her motionless girlfriend. Upon taking in the situation she exploded into a fit of sorrowful rage, blaming her death on L, saying he should have left the day he was brought back to their home.

This left them feeling disheartened and hurt. But she couldn't lie to herself, the woman was right. She sat before her girlfriend, the silence deafening.

He ducked his head in shame, so he didn't realize one of the Decepticons was still conscious, and it lunged to attack. He let it happen, but made a point to keep it far from the woman.

It didn't take long before the Decepticon went to deliver a lethal blow, they were going to let it happen, but it was quickly deflected by a blur of crimson.

It was Optimus Prime, joined by Bumblebee, who went to protect the woman nearby as the Prime assisted L. Apparently the autobots had received a distress singnal L had unintentionally sent upon her friend's passing, and were near enough to help out.

The both of them protected the two, with the human being left to her own devices after the fact, since she refused to be near them any longer (she ended up moving far away once the whole situation was over).

Optimus and Bumblebee helped Lovebug, aiding her in getting herself more together.

He becomes a lot more gruff towards other bots, scared of the thought of being close to others again. They'd rather make any problem their problem, and they want to rush in and deal with whatever problem it is on their own as way to not lose anyone.

It wasn't like they didn't experience loss on Cybertron... but after coming to earth, he believed that he wouldn't have to go through that feeling again. Especially over someone who had nothing to do with the war, and was so much more vulnerable compared to her. The autobots are nowhere near as vulnerable, but he can't help but being afraid of losing them and being blamed for it.

He tends to jump first into missions, insisting that he takes the brunt of the work just in case anything happens. Anyone going in before him makes him nevous, he can't help it.

The only ones she's super nice to are Optimus and Bumblebee, given that they were the ones who came to her aid. Despite the sweeter words being reserved for the two, it's clear that L has still built some walls that even they struggle to get past.

Bee is a good friend, since he always tries his best to cheer them up by showing them that everything is so cool and awesome and that life is totally worth living even after loss. They believe him deep down, but struggle to admit it.

With Optimus it's more of a softness that the two share. Moments of simple silence and a sense of vulnerability that neither verbally share, but can feel.

Around the entire group they're not as nice to the two, afraid to show that vulnerability in front of the others, but ooohh they can still tell regardless. They all know L care's, just in their own special way.

Transformers One (not as solid and more of a fun what if)

I was thinking of having him be good friends with d-16 and orion at the very start, being a miner alongside them. but I feel like that's so predictable....

Sooo I'm having her be one of the miner superiors that guides them and tells them what to do! But she's so much more nicer about it and doesn't treat them like any less the way darkwing is shown to be doing in the movie.

And obviously as a bot able to transform, they take part in the iacon race and tend to make it pretty high up the ranking. So this is also something that makes orion and d-16 admire them!

After the two participate in the race as miners, lovebug goes and sings their praises, telling them that they were both so cool for showing the city, especially the miners, that anyone can do anything they really put their mind into.

He's particularly impressed with orion given that he was so willing to help his hurt friend towards the end, despite the chances of them both winning that way being slim to none. She admired his caring and go getting nature from the start, since she supervised his work in the mines and such.

Before he can say much more than that, sentinel comes in and sends him off so he can talk to the two of them.

I imagine after figuring out the truth, lovebug was just super worried about orion and d-16, and how the two felt about the whole thing. Come to find out, it was them who revealed the truth.

And lovebug finds that out when the two are seen in the middle (?) of the city standing before sentinel.

And once d drops orion off the ledge? That's when she steps in and helps bee and elita to try and get him to stop the damage he started causing around the city.

This ends with them standing above him, foot on his chest, with a look of just. disappointment. Them overpowering him caught megatron off guard, so he merely stays there.

L looks at him and is like, "After hearing the truth, I thought you'd be better than him (sentinel)... You're allowed to be angry, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm angry, but that anger shouldn't control your actions. You let him (orion) go because you know that. Be better, be the bigger bot..."

And well. that pisses him off. He IS the better bot, and he needs everyone to understand him. so the places end up being switched and he has a blaster to L's face. Before he can fire, orion finally rises back up as optimus prime. He quickly gets L out of the way and that's when the fight between optimus and megatron ensues.

Once it's over, optimus checks on them, making sure they're alright, and they hug him and. as a way of coping she tries to be humorous and is like, "heh. never thought I'd live to see the day where you're taller than me—"

AND UGH BLAH BLAH BLAH LAUGHTER. HE ASKS IF HE WANTS TO HELP HIM MAKE IACON A BETTER PLACE. SHE AGREES. AND NOW THAT'S OPTIMUS' RIGHT HAND MAN IN THIS UNIVERSE AND ITS AN UNSPOKEN UNLABELED THING WHERE THEY ALSO END UP HOLDING HANDS AND MAYBE KISSING

[paulyenvol6]

Love You From Afar

Based on this lovely request (Thank you so much for sending me your requests, keep them coming!). Hope you enjoy it :)

Contains: angst, crying, fighting, swear words

Wordcount: ~5.30k

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You inhaled a couple of times feeling the blood rush in your ears.

"Y/n. Love, please talk to me, it's not that big of a deal."

Your back was facing Daemon and you closed your eyes because otherwise you were certain your head would explode.

"Quiet," you said your voice definitely not fitting your mood and concentrated on your breathing.

"Y/n. I know that you're angry, just let it out so we can move on."

Yes, you had tried to stay calm but now it suddenly broke out of you just like a river destroying a dam. You bumped your clenched fist on the table and turned around to your husband at once narrowing your eyes at him.

"You want me to let it out? Fine, I will. Daemon, you're not even aware of what you have done to me! You left without telling me anything and I spent the last two days worrying so much that something happened to you that I couldn't even speak or sleep or do anything. How could you do that?"

He looked almost remorseful as he crinkled his nose his gaze lowered to the ground.

"I know it wasn't ideal. Perhaps I should've handled it differently. But I know you and I know that you wouldn't have stopped complaining until I promised you I wouldn't go."

"Yes," you gasped standing up so abruptly that you almost lost your balance.

"Of course I would've complained. I don't wanna wake up to a letter telling me that you died on the battlefield."

Daemon nodded, approached you slowly and put a hand on your folded ones.

"I know. But it was necessary. And we won."

"Because you were fortunate. And this isn't even the fucking point, Daemon. You just LEFT. Without telling me where you were going. How could you do something like that?"

His face suddenly hardened and he raised his chin observing you for a moment before he dropped your hand.

"You're doing it again."

You drew your eyebrows together and open-mouthedly stared at him. "Doing what again?"

"Telling me what to do, for fuck's sake and y/n, I swear to the gods I'm so tired of listening to you acting like you get to tell me what to do just because we're married."

You scoffed raising your finger at him. "Daemon-"

"NO. You've been manipulating me for the past months and now every time I do something that I know you're not gonna approve of I'm feeling all guilty and like I'm gonna hurt you and I'm not playing this fucking game anymore. I'm still my own person and I get to decide if I wanna support my men at the Stepstones or not."

To say you were surprised was an understatement. The blood was boiling in your veins because how could he be the angry one now? You were supposed to scream at him and he was supposed to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness. Too stunned to speak you just stared at him for a moment which he used to continue his rant.

"You're my wife. And that means I look out for you. But I will not wait for your approval whenever I do something and you're gonna stop making me feel guilty for doing things you're not thrilled about. You're wondering why I didn't fucking tell you? Because I knew I wouldn't be able to go if I did. 'Cause I knew you'd make me feel bad for leaving."

His voice made your head hurt and you sank down on the chair again.

"You're kidding me Daemon," you hissed through clenched teeth threateningly forming your hands into fists.

"Are you fucking kidding me? TELL ME! Tell me you're not seriously saying that it's my fault you left without saying goodbye because you thought evil vicious y/n would forbid you to get killed off in a war you're not supposed to fight."

"I'm not supposed to fight?" Daemon shouted tapping with his hand against his chest. "Who is supposed fight it if not me?"

"Soldiers. Warriors. Young men. Not the brother and heir of the king!"

He threw his head back sighing loudly and it made you so furious that he was treating you like a little child.

"I'm the commander of the fucking city watch. I could kill all these fuckers in battle because I trained my whole life for this. And now you're not gonna stop me because you want to control everything around you like a – like a…"

"Like a what," you whispered slowly raising from the chair.

"I don't fucking know. But I can't bear this any longer. I can't bear you commenting and judging everything and everyone around you, acting like your opinions are what the world needs."

"Fuck you, Daemon! I mean it, this is so typical of you."

You rushed towards him pushing against his shoulders blinded with fury but he held you away from him by wrapping his hands around your upper arms.

"Typical of me? You don't wanna get it. You're always saying we have to communicate more but you don't ever question your own behaviour. How am I supposed to talk to you when you're never, just for a second, open to what I have to say? Or what I criticise about you?"

You writhed under his grip pulling away from him and flashed your eyes at him.

"Criticise? You're not criticising me, you're simply raging because you can't handle not getting everything you want. You can't fucking accept that now that we're married life is not the way it was 5 years ago. You can't fuck around any longer or spend the night on the floor of an inn after beating up a couple of guys."

He rolled his eyes panting heavily while burying his nails into the palms of his hands.

"I don't want to do these things, seven hells. But I wanna have some freedom to defend my kingdom. Can't you understand that?"

"No I can't," you spoke coldly turning your head away from him and walked to the drawer opening it and tidying up the insides as if there wasn't a storm roaring in you.

"Y/n," he said his voice sounding so condescending that you decided not to answer him and instead kept your attention on the drawer.

"Alright then," Daemon growled after a while, seemingly having waited for a reaction and walked towards the door quickly.

Once you heard the door closing your facade crumbled and you closed your eyes panting heavily. You immediately stopped what you had been doing and stood up to lean against a pillar in your room as if it was able to give you emotional support in any way.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next day Daemon and you still hadn't reconciled and you couldn't have been more reluctant to seek the conversation with him.

He was just as pissed as you were and so the two of you didn't exchange a look let alone a word.

But unfortunately you were forced to spend some time together as Rhaenyra's wedding took place in the evening and of course Daemon and you were expected to attend as guests. You would've prefered to stay in your chambers of course but you knew that people would ask questions if you didn't appear and so you found yourself unwillingly holding on to Daemon's arm while he led you down to the throne room where the celebrations would take place.

The ceremony already happened in the afternoon and now Rhaenyra radiated in the middle of the table next to her husband Laenor smiling down at her guests. When it was Daemon and your turn you bowed your head and then proceeded to congratulate the newly wed couple.

"Congratulations, my princess. And my lord."

The two of them returned the smile, nodded graciously and then faster than you could blink with an eye Daemon and you were dismissed and you took your seats next to Rhaenyra.

You fully ignored Daemon or any glance he gave you solely focused on appearing distanced and indifferent. You just couldn't stand seeing his face right now after your fight and you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't be the first one to give in.

If he wanted to reconcile he would be the one taking the first step. How many times had you approached him in the past after a fight because you felt like being the bigger person and he had been pouting like a little boy. Not today, you thought and sipped on your cup of wine.

The time passed slowly because usually you would chat with Daemon and laugh with him about the people at the feast but since the two of you didn't talk you were bored and counted the seconds. The first time that you really looked at Daemon was when he suddenly stood up.

You frowned asking yourself what he was going to do but were still too proud to address him. You almost felt pathetic as your eyes followed him around the room and when you saw him stopping in front of a young noblewoman your heart skipped a beat.

He wouldn't dare. He wouldn't dare ask another woman to dance with him just because the two of you weren't on speaking terms at the moment.

At this point you didn't care if it was obvious to everyone that you were watching your husband because you didn't take your eyes off him for a second while Daemon offered the woman his hand which she took with a wide smile.

You shifted in your chair your nails painfully digging in the palms of your hands. Your veins throbbed and you felt like jumping to your feet to rush to him and sinking into the ground at the same time. He had to be kidding you! Never had you done something similar to him just because you were angry with him. And what was even the point of this? Did he try to make you jealous? Or did he want to show you that you were supposed to be grateful that you had him and that he could have any lady in the seven kingdoms?

Unconsciously you had started to nibble at your thumb while still watching the two of them precisely. When the dance was finally over you exhaled loudly because Daemon seemed to make his way back to your table. Perhaps he had just wanted to mess around a little but had calmed himself now.

You leaned back in your chair avoiding his approaching figure but when he stopped, and he definitely wasn't by his chair yet you slightly opened your left eye to see what was going on.

"Niece. May I have this next dance?"

Although you weren't a real Targaryen you felt like spitting fire because you simply couldn't believe him. You had to put up a fight not to show your true emotions and quickly turned away from Daemon as though you hadn't just witnessed their encounter.

You couldn't hear Rhaenyra's answer but when she rose from her chair you didn't have to be a genuis to figure out what she had said.

You didn't want to feel broken. And you most definitely didn't want to be jealous. But since nobody could smell your feelings off you you allowed yourself to sink into self-pity for a few minutes. The most important thing was just to hide how sad you were because you really didn't want to draw any attention to this mess between Daemon and you.

You focused on the food in front of you and acted like you didn't even see your husband and Rhaenyra dancing right in front of your eyes but of course you couldn't help it and your eyes instinctively traveled to them every few seconds.

They were so close to each other, way too close for your taste and you cursed Daemon in your thoughts. His hand was on her cheek which obviously wouldn't have been necessary and now a new feeling creeped up on you.

Embarrassement. He really had found that it would be appropriate to dance with the bride who additionally was his niece in front of the whole court while he had treated his wife, you, like venom. He was humiliating you to an extent where you couldn't sit still anymore. But at the same time, what were you to do?

You certainly couldn't make a scene as this was still Rhaenyra's feast and it would only be even more humiliating to call Daemon out for his behaviour. But you couldn't watch this any longer as well. You could almost feel the tension between the two of them from afar and as much as it hurt you, you felt an invisible force making you watch every single move.

The way she blinked with her eyes, Daemon tilting his head slightly and how close their faces were. You gulped and felt tears burning in the corner of your eyes. This had to stop, you either had to leave right now or somehow make them stop this torture.

In the end nothing happened. You sat and watched them for minutes like you were frozen until the song was over and Daemon bowed in front of his niece. You couldn't even feel relieved because your heart had already been torn out of your chest and you felt so overwhelmed with anger and devastation that just seeing your husband walk back to your table almost made you throw up.

And then he even ignored you. He sat down on his chair not paying any attention to you and grabbed his cup as if he hadn't just flirted with Rhaenyra in front of the whole court, including his wife. You were shivering and tried to hold back your tears which you mananged to do for a couple of minutes but feeling Daemon's presence eventually gave you the rest and you knew you had to flee the scene.

Without caring about being rude or ungrateful you abruptly stood up, ignored Rhaenyra's questioning look and rushed towards the door. A part of you wished Daemon would stop you, apologize and ask you for a dance but of course he didn't. Of course this wasn't the kind of story people sang about in their songs.

This was still Daemon who never failed to cut your heart out of your chest and unfortunately you allowed him to every time.

~~~~~~~~~~

An hour later you were laying in your bed with your eyes closed.

Tears rolled down your cheeks but you were too tired and unbothered to remove them and just hoped that at some point it would stop so you could finally fall asleep.

You couldn't remember ever feeling so down and frustrated because not only had Daemon humiliated you but he probably was celebrating now as if he hadn't even noticed your absence. Did he not care about you at all? Did he even think about you and how you might feel right now?

He knew that you had left the feast after you had been forced to watch him dance with Rhaenyra and he really didn't have to be smart to have an idea of how sad you were because of his actions. And yet he hadn't shown up yet.

Did you even want him to show up? Perhaps not. The thought of looking at him now was far from pleasing because right now you just wished to get approximately 12 hours of sleep and then wake up finding everything the way it was before. Him showing up now would only force you to face the humiliation once more and you also feared that the two of you would get into another fight.

You closed your eyes and cursed yourself because this definitely wasn't helping. You were supposed to fall asleep now instead of reliving this whole wicked evening.

You didn't know how and when but eventually you were actually able to do so and your mind drifted away. So when Daemon returned another 30 minutes later he found you fast asleep rolled on your side of the bed.

He removed his clothes to change into his night gown and when he climbed onto the bed his eyes fell on your tears stained cheeks which made him frown.

Yes, he had tried to make you jealous by spending a suspicious amount of time with Rhaenyra but he hadn't intended to hurt you that much. All he had wanted was to remind you of how much this relationship actually means to you and truthfully, he had also wanted to punish you a little for your stupid fight.

But seeing you lay like this now, rolled into a ball, your cheeks flushed from all your crying Daemon felt a lump in his throat. You had been sobbing in your room while he had been at the feast? Carefully and without really giving it a thought he moved his hand to your cheek to remove the traces of tears but as soon as his finger touched your skin you jolted away from him.

Daemon almost twitched and widened his eyes as you turned on your other side and crawled away from him. He didn't even know whether you were awake or not but you seemingly tried to get as much distance between him and you as you could and it broke Daemon's heart.

And yet he was smart enough not to approach you further and laid on his back. He sighed with a dangerous feeling inside and watched the back of your head. He couldn't help but feel like he had really messed up this time which wasn't at all what he had intended to do.

It was the opposite because he had thought that perhaps the two of you would be able to reconcile tonight. He had hoped that you would get jealous and remember how important he was to you and therefore would seek the conversation with him.

And this definitely was going the wrong way right now. At some point Daemon couldn't bare looking at you anymore and turned to the other side as well.

~~~~~~~~~~

When Daemon woke up the next day you were already gone and for a brief moment he panicked. You wouldn't have just left him like that, right? You were angry, sure, but he would get a chance to speak to you later and then the two of you would be able to resolve this fight.

Yet he had an ugly feeling in his stomach while he dressed himself and therefore was quick to search for you in the dining room where he found you sitting in a chair chewing on a slice of bread. Daemon felt odd standing in the door watching you who hadn't even noticed his presence yet but didn't know what else to do. His limbs felt so heavy suddenly and all he could do was mumble your name.

"Y/n."

You looked up and Daemon could instantly see your expression turning cold which worried him more than anything else.

"Sweetheart, I – "

He was interrupted as you stood up so abruptly that your chair almost fell backwards. Without so much as a glance at your husband you passed him and walked straight out of the room which shocked Daemon at first and didn't give him a lot of time to react.

"Y/n, please," he said trying to prevent you from leaving the room but you were too fast which left Daemon staring at you open-mouthed.

It was only that he realized how serious the situation was, or better, his suspicion had just gotten confirmed. You were beyond angry and Daemon felt very helpless all of the sudden. It was a feeling that scared him because he had always felt like he had utter control over everything that happened around him but right now there was you, his beloved wife that seemed to despise him and Daemon didn't know what to do about it.

You had made clear that you didn't wish to speak to him but leaving you alone seemed even worse. And Daemon didn't even know if your anger was still caused by the recent fight the two of you had had or by what had happened last night. He sighed loudly and slowly approached the table. What was he to do?

This question haunted Daemon all day. You avoided every encounter with your husband and out of helplessness Daemon had stopped chasing after you as well. He had gotten the message and wasn't eager for another rejection.

That was why he spent most of the day aimlessly walking around his chambers wondering where you were and what he was supposed to do.

It was a draining day and at some point his head hurt so badly that he thought about calling it a day and getting to bed at 5 o'clock in the evening. In the end he didn't and instead read in one of his many history books which helped him but still couldn't quite distract him from thinking about you.

Daemon was beyond worried as he hadn't seen you since breakfast. Still he must have fallen asleep before you arrived in the chambers and when he woke up the next day you were gone again. The only evidence for you having slept in the bed was the crumpled blanket and your familiar scent that made Daemon realize how much he actually missed you.

He stayed in bed longer than necessary and the only reason why he got up at all was a knock on the door around midday. He almost jumped to his feet praying to the seven gods that it was you but when Alicent Hightower appeared in the doorway after he had allowed her to come in he unconsciously sighed.

"Alicent. Good morrow."

She smiled friendly and entered the room while Daemon wrapped his morning cloak around his body. Of course it usually wouldn't have been appropriate to appear in front of a noblewoman like this but Alicent was a good friend of yours and therefore also very familiar to Daemon.

She sat down on a chair around the table and crossed her legs thoughtfully looking at him.

"Daemon," she spoke at some point and he stopped his strolling through the room.

"What?"

"Sit down," Alicent whispered and after hesitating for a brief moment he followed her demand.

"I have to talk to you."

"I see that," Daemon grunted sounding more moody that he had intended.

"It concerns y/n."

He narrowed his eyes. "What about her?"

Alicent sighed and folded her hands in front of her stomach.

"I'm worried about her. I know that she's not feeling very well lately. She's sad all the time, she cries a lot and she hasn't been eating properly. I don't know what exactly happened but I know that it has to do with you. She doesn't really talk about it but I'm not a fool."

She inhaled greedily while Daemon observed the cup he had wrapped his hand around.

"Daemon," Alicent repeated obviously not sure whether she had his attention or not. And lord, did she have it.

"I heard you."

"And would you care to tell me what happened."

He rolled his eyes but then finally looked at her. "We had a fight."

"That much I was able to figure out myself," Alicent snapped.

"It's none of your concern anyway," Daemon answered indifferent to how rude he might appear.

"Y/n is my friend. Of course it concerns me."

He was growing impatient and leaned back in his chair throwing his hands in the air.

"Then ask her. You're her friend."

"But she doesn't tell me anything. And I want you to do something. It's obvious that she's mad at you and I don't know how to help her. That's why I came here because you're the only one who can take care of it."

Daemon's head throbbed and he wished for nothing more than to finally be left alone which was why he closed his eyes while nodding slowly.

"Fine. Thank you. I'll take care of it."

"Will you?"

He tilted his head. "Yes. I will. But I need you to go now."

Alicent looked far away from being pleased but actually rose from her chair.

"Daemon Targaryen, I understand this as a promise. She really is down at the moment. I trust that you will solve this. I don't know about you but I don't like seeing my best friend like this and if you're a caring husband you shouldn't either."

"Thank you. Thank you for the advice," he snapped his voice dripping with sarcasm and then Daemon guided her out of the room or better pushed her.

Alicent was muttering something to herself which he wasn't able to understand but he couldn't care less. He shut the door behind her then leaned against it and exhaled deeply.

"Seven hells," he growled feeling his head spin but then quickly remembered Alicent's words.

She had said that you weren't eating and that was what worried him the most. Daemon knew you very well and he knew that not eating enough was one of the most obvious signs that you were feeling bad.

He really had fucked this up. Daemon rubbed with his hands over his eyes and granted himself a minute of peace before straightening up again to think of a plan. He had to do something now, that much was clear but he still didn't really know what. He wanted to do what made you happy but currently it seemed like all you wanted was to avoid any encounter with him which didn't exactly bring him any further. So was he supposed to ignore your wish and approach you nevertheless?

The more Daemon thought about it the more he realized how inexperienced he was when it came to fighting with someone. The two of you had never had a fight this ugly before so Daemon didn't know how to handle a situation similar to this one.

In the afternoon he became so frustrated with his own thoughts that he decided to just go for it and talk to you. The worst that could happen was you leaving or kicking him out and you had done that already so what was he supposed to be scared of?

Daemon searched the whole castle for you and asked countless servants and eventually found you in the gardens sitting by an oaktree and reading. You only raised your gaze from the pages when your husband was right in front of you and immediately jolted away.

"Y/n. Y/n, please listen to me. Don't leave, alright?"

You put on a pout and blinked away a few tears while rising to your feet with wobbly legs.

"Then you'll leave," you hissed your eyes practically spitting fire. "You can choose."

"Please just give me a minute. Y/n, what is going on?"

You laughed out loudly but the sound didn't calm Daemon at all.

"You really have the audacity to ask me that?"

He took a step towards you and tried to give you his best and most authentic puppy eyes while reaching for your hand.

"Alicent told me that you weren't eating properly. I'm worried, y/n," he whispered. Now was the first time since your fight that your facade seemed to crumble just a little bit. You pulled your hand away from him but the gesture wasn't very determined so Daemon tried to hold on to you.

"Y/n, please. I love you and I wanna make sure that you're fine."

Suddenly you broke out in tears and freed your hand from his grip. "No, I am not fine, Daemon. You fucking hurt me and you don't even seem to realize. You're an arsehole and I can't believe you treated me this way," you sobbed and hid your face in the sleeve of your dress.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, y/n, please just look at me."

He tried to grab your arm again but this time you were faster and turned away from him so his hand just touched the air.

"No I won't. You stupid bastard flirted with every woman at this feast while I was sitting inches away. I had to watch everything for instance how you almost made out with Rhaenyra. Do you even know how fucking humiliating that was? Do you?"

You had taken a few steps towards him and had pushed against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I really am," he declared while trying to get a grip on your wrists which you prevented by turning away from him again.

"Y/n I am sorry, I… I wanted to make you jealous. That's all. There wasn't any reason behind it or some purpose, I… it was all about you. Because I love you and after our fight I… I felt so helpless and I guess I… I wanted to make sure that… that you know how precious this is. This between us."

At first Daemon couldn't see a reaction from you as you still had your back turned to him and Daemon thought about repeating his words when a shiver ran through your body.

"Y/n," he whispered and came closer wishing for nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug. When you eventually looked at him your face was wet and your eyes were swollen. His heart felt like it was hit by a million daggers but then you opened your mouth your bottom lip trembling slightly.

"You arsehole," you whispered but it was so much softer than before.

"I'm sorry," Daemon said again because these were the only words he was able to think about.

"You stupid fucking arsehole," you muttered while your hand came down to his chest again. This time he let it happen and his eyes softened when your hand eventually remained on his upper body.

"I'm sorry."

You grinded your teeth seemingly questioning if you should stay angry at him for longer or give in.

"I love you, y/n. Only you and that will never change. I swear to you, I will never ever try to make you jealous again because that was so goddamn stupid of me."

You took yet another step in his direction.

"Keep talking," you whispered your face still not showing any emotion.

"I was a fool, an idiot, an arsehole. I should've talked to you instead of playing with your feelings. There is only one person for me and that is you. I promise you, I only thought about you while dancing with these women. I saw your face before me at all times and even after you left, I could only think about you."

Your face was inches from his upper body now and when your eyes traveled up to his face Daemon unconsciously sighed out in relief.

Carefully, almost as though he feared he would scare you away if he went to fast, he took your face in his hands and gulped loudly. Before he could say anything you closed the distance between the two of you.

Daemon chuckled in your hair pressing you to his chest while repeatedly stroking your back.

"I love you so much, honey. Gods, I can't believe I was so stupid. You know that I can't lose you. You're everything to me and I don't know what I'd do without you."

You didn't care to answer. It was his turn right now to shower you with sugar and treat you like a princess.

You decided to make him work a little harder before you would fully forgive him.

For now a hug was enough to calm down your anxious heart and if he made enough of an effort you'd tell him you loved him too later.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

The Horrortale's and their S/O are going to a trip. Whatever trip it is and the skelly get a discount senior for their age. Which one will be offended or taking by suprised with it? You can include the other for fun if you want. 😄

(sorry for my english, its a bit bad)

Horrortale Sans - ???? He looks at you. You're not that old? What's that guy saying? When you say that you think the guy means he looks old, Oak is even more confused. Does he? But he's not even a century old? Why is that even that guy's business? Urgh. He has a headache and it's not even 10 in the morning, please have mercy on him. You know what, he takes the discount. Just so that man shuts up and stops arguing.

Horrortale Papyrus - He doesn't say anything because he's way too polite and doesn't like to talk to strangers, but you know him enough to see it hurt him a little. He's still a young adult by monster standards, so, yeah... That tells a lot, uh. He's down for a few hours and even a bit agitated, but you cheering him helps to calm his anxiety and completely forget the incident after a bit.

Horrorswap Sans - Nugget is not amused and tells the guy it's funny coming from a man that going to die 500 years before him. You slap his arm and asks him to be nice, but Nugget just grumbles and refuses the discount anyway. He's not old and he's not apologizing. That guy was rude to him first.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Pumpkin is a bit surprised that guy thinks he's old. Sure, the lack of jaw... And the tons of scars... And the fact he's limping and walking a bit like an old person... Ok, yeah, he can sort of see why someone would think that so he's not too mad. But still, don't judge disabled people, that's rude. He signs that to the guy... Who clearly doesn't understand sign language. Welp. Fine then, he guesses... He'll take the discount... But that doesn't mean anything!

Horrorfell Sans - A discount is a discount lol. That trip costs an arm, and he knows that because he's already missing one. He doesn't mind paying less, call him whatever you want. Eh, you know what, he can even pretend he's a grandpa to walk slower during that hiking planned in three days that he really doesn't want to do lol. Oh, he's not going to tell you that before it happened. You'll have to deal with his attitude at that time.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Old? Who the fuck are you calling old?! Chief starts to scream at the guy in offense, but you don't have time for this so you just thank the guide and drag his wheelchair away as Chief screeches to let him go down and threaten to find that poor guy again. He's pouting for a few hours after that and insults the entire human race, which offends YOU a lot now.

Horrorswapfell Sans - He doesn't answer because he thinks the guy is talking to someone else. The man just thinks he's a little deaf so he kneels and screams at his face that he can have a discount because he is old. Bear jumps in surprise and growls angrily at the guy. He hates people coming in his face. Just because he's blind doesn't mean he's deaf! And he's not old, you ableist little shit. Just because he's disabled doesn't mean he's 2000 years old. Or are you treating all monsters like that? Be careful, he might really not like what you're about to say...

Horrorswapfell Papyrus - Well. Tiger doesn't like strangers talking to him, even more rude ones. He decides to simply ignore them. If they insist and grab his arm anyway, he lets go a threatening low growl and shows the big pointy teethies. Leave him alone, he didn't ask for your opinion. His S/O is talking to you, isn't it enough? Why do you need him for to begin with? Urgh, humans are so annoying and clingy. And he's the old dependant one, uh? Look yourself in a mirror.

Honorable mentions:

Swapfell Sans - Are you insulting him? Because he knows when people are insulting him. He has money, he doesn't need your pity. Actually, you know what, he paying for everyone on this trip including that human! You beg him to reconsider but Nox won't listen to you. His ego was hurt in the process, he's not letting that go. You're quite desperate and already contemplating eating pasta for three years thanks to him.

Fellswap Gold Sans - ... The audacity of this bitch?! Wine is very offended that a human is talking to you like he's some sort of baby and asking you things concerning him thinking Wine can't answer them. You can feel the tense magic everywhere around you as Wine is doing his best to not destroy the absolute hell of that guy. He knows it's vacation time, but vacations are supposed to not be stressful, and right now he's quite the opposite of that. He still walks on that guy's foot with his high heels on purpose as you two leave the building.

Farmtale Sans - Ok, yeah, sure. He can be whatever you want for a little discount. Life on the farm is hard you know. You know what? His S/O is very old too actually. Look at them, looking sad and unable to work in the fields because it's too much. Clearly too old. When the guy asks if you're not 30 or something, Sam asks back if you're really trying to pretend he doesn't know what he's saying right now, and how much it's discriminating for monsters. You end up having a discount as well lol. Sam is quite proud of himself for scamming that poor guy.

Mafiafell Papyrus - What did you just say?! Tell that to his face again! Don't you know who he is? Do you think you can talk like this without consequences?! He's going to shut that business down! He doesn't even like humans in the first place. The guy asks why your grandpa is barking all alone behind the window. You tell him to not worry about it. You know what this is! Dementia at old age, and all of this... Yeah, you better hope Torpedo is not reading on your lips right now. Or that might cost you a lot lol.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer ran back and screamed, tears in his eyes he grabbed the phone to call 911 for Adam.

Lucifer: A-Adam!? P-please, don't b-be d-dead!!

Adam groaned holding his leg, fuck that hurt.

Adam: I-I'm not going anywhere Lu, I promise.

Lucifer grabbed a random towel and pressed it to Adams wound to help stop the bleeding. Soon the ambulance was there and they took him to the hospital and Lucifer didn't even hesitate to go with Adam, he held his hand the whole way.

-

Doctor: You got lucky Mr. Kadmon, a little more to the left and you wouldn't have made it.

Adam nodded his leg wrapped up in bandages. Lucifer was holding his hand shaking, but for once he wasn't shaking for himself but for Adam.

Adam: Thank you Doc.

The doctor, also being his boss gave him time off until his leg was better.

Lucifer: I-I'm so sorry this happened.

Adam: This isn't your fault, it was that crazy bitch.

Lucifer: The police are going to her place now........ I'm so glad you're okay.

Adam smiled: It'll take more than that bitch to take me out. Especially if it means being away from you.

Lucifer kissed his hand and didn't leave his side. Adam chose not to point out that he was in public and not freaking out, Lucifer was so focused on Adam his own anxiety didn't matter to him.

He did eventually have to call Charlie to pick them up since they had no car with them.

Trapped Heart

@beef-brisket

⚠️This deals with Agoraphobia, anxiety, depression, and mentions of domestic abuse ⚠️

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Adam: Well that's the last of them.

He looked around his new home and smiled, this place was so much better than his last home and a third of the price too.

They were practically giving it away.

There was his lawn mower that was on the truck still.

Adam went out to put it in the garage when he noticed his neighbor, a short blonde man getting his mail from his box. He was better looking than his last neighbor.

Adam waved: Hey!

Lucifer jumped as he grasped his mail, he looked over and saw a handsome brunette standing in the driveway across the road smiling and waving.

Lucifer: O-Oh, hi!

Adam: Names Adam, I just moved in.

Lucifer: N-nice to meet you! I'm Lucifer, I hope you like it here.

He wanted to be polite and welcome his new neighbor right, but he could already feel the cold tendrils of anxiety start to slowly crawl through his skin trying to wrap around him like a vice grip.

How long has he been outside? His heart started to beat a little hard with each moment he's not back in his home. He could die! He's not safe he needs to get back!

Adam: Yeah me too.

By the looks of it he already likes what he sees.

Lucifer nodded, he could feel the tremors starting in his hands the palms getting sweaty.

He needs to go.

Lucifer: I-It was nice to meet you Adam! B-But I need to get going.

Adam: Oh okay, maybe we can hang out sometime?

Lucifer gave a tight smile: Y-yeah.

He waved again to be polite and tried not to run back to his house, his therapist said it was good for him to be out as long as he could stand it.

Pushing himself a little each day. Today him reached his limit.

Once his front door was closed and locked behind relief washed over him, he's safe now nothing can hurt him. He hugged his mail to his chest, he needed to sit down.

Lucifer went over and placed everything on the coffee table. He tried to remember his breathing exercises.

Adam seemed very nice, maybe he'll send Charlie over when she comes to give him a proper greeting.

-

Adam tilted his head as he watched his new neighbor go into his home, if he didn't know any better he would say the man was panicked. Did he do something? He knows his personality can be a little brash at times but he thought he was being polite.

A man that lived beside him came out for his mail as well.

Adam: Hi! Umm, I'm new here.

Alastor: Oh hello! I'm Alastor, I guess that makes us neighbors.

Adam chuckled: Guess so. Umm, if I may ask, is the man that lives there okay? I didn't intend to upset him.

Alastor looked over at Lucifer's home and rolled his eyes.

Alastor: Getting the mail was he? Don't worry about it that man's afraid of his own shadow. I wouldn't waste my time, he never leaves his house.

Well that sounded a little dramatic.

Adam: What?

Alastor leaned on the fence: Oh yeah, Mr. Morgenstern over there never leaves his house. Rumor has it that his wife used to beat the fuck out of him in the home but it was worse when they were in public. Apparently she'd just humiliate him and others would join in making things worse. He was never free of her but at least in the home he could be alone.

Adam was horrified to hear that: Dude, the fuck, is that true?

Alastor shrugged: Not sure. All I know that is true is she left him nearly 8 years ago and he's become some kind of hermit that never leaves the damn house. His daughter Charlie, sweet girl you'll likely meet her, comes over from time to time.

Adam looked over at Lucifer's house, that couldn't all be true right? Maybe some was and the rest is telephone gossip extras?

Him and Alastor parted ways, he had to put everything away in his house. All the while his mind kept going back to the handsome neighbor across the way.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Cramps and Communication

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Summary: After a painful IUD, you discover it wasn't necessary. But it sure does bring you and Jensen closer.

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Was this really worth it?

I mean, yeah, Jensen Ackles is gorgeous, charming, and basically the human embodiment of a Pinterest dream boyfriend-but was the agony worth it?

If you'd known that dating him would lead to this, with searing pain, blood, and a sincere belief that your uterus was actively trying to evict itself from your body, would you have gone through with it?

Honestly? Probably. Jensen was the best thing that ever happened to you. But that was beside the point.

Why do women always get the short end of the reproductive stick? Why did you have to endure this pain just to avoid having a baby?

That's exactly what you'd done: compromised your body. For love. Or at least for really good sex.

Sure, it had only been two weeks of dating, but you'd known from day one that while you adored Jensen, you weren't ready for kids. Especially when he already had two of his own.

His kids were amazing, and you'd already fallen for their cute faces and relentless energy, but parenting was not on your bingo card right now.

So, you'd taken action. Made a responsible, adult decision. You got an IUD.

Holy hell, why had no one warned you how much it would hurt? The cramping, the stabbing, the horror. It felt like a vengeful demon was using your ovaries as stress balls. The doctor said the pain and bleeding were "normal." Normal for what? Torture victims?

Now, you were curled up on your couch, heating pad blazing, hoping you might survive the night.

Your phone buzzed. Through bleary eyes and shaky hands, you answered. "Hey, you," you answered, biting your cheek to mask the pain.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jensen's warm voice rumbled through the speaker. "Haven't heard much from you today. Everything okay?"

God, he was perfect. "Hey, yeah, I'm good. Just...kinda rough day." You bit your lip as another cramp hit.

"Rough day? What happened?" His tone shifted from casual to concerned.

"Doctor's appointment," you said vaguely. "Nothing big."

"Aw, babe. Want me to come over? Or you come here? I can make soup, or we can cuddle. Or both." You could hear his smile.

"Jensen, I'm like...disgusting right now."

"You're cute even when you're disgusting." He paused. "Was that romantic or creepy? I can't tell."

You chuckled despite yourself. "A weirdly sweet mix of both."

"Perfect. Come over. Please?" He sounded like a little kid begging for a puppy.

"Fine," you groaned, pushing yourself up. "But if I die on the way, it's on you."

"Deal. See you soon, babe."

Twenty minutes later, you pulled into his driveway. The cramps were still there, but more manageable. Jensen was already outside, smiling brightly as you stepped from the car. "Hey! I'm so happy to see you. Feeling any better?"

You mustered a smile and hugged him. "A little bit. Thanks for convincing me to come over."

"Always," he said, leading you inside.

The moment you crossed the threshold, a sharp cramp hit. You doubled over, hand bracing against the wall as a pained groan escaped your lips.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Babe? What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" His voice climbed with each word, eyes wide as he hovered helplessly.

"I'm fine," you ground out through clenched teeth. "Just... woman stuff."

"Okay," he said, nodding rapidly. "Right. Okay. I can handle woman stuff. I have daughters. I know things." He guided you inside, mumbling to himself: "I mean, I don't really know things, but I'm learning."

He guided you to the couch, concern etched on his face. "Talk to me, sweetheart. This doesn't seem like just cramps, what's going on?"

You rubbed your hands over your face. There was no getting out of it now.

"I got an IUD today," you confessed quietly. "I didn't want to make it weird by talking about the future or anything, so I just went and did it. I knew I didn't want kids right now, and... yeah."

Silence.

You peeked at Jensen. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes wide. "A...What?"

"It's a...thing they put in my uterus to prevent babies. It's small. T-shaped. Very stabby."

"They stabbed you?" His jaw dropped. "In your uterus?!"

"Basically."

He looked shocked, horrified.

Yup. Grossed out. Typical guy.

You stood abruptly. "I should go."

"What?" He jumped up after you. "Why?"

"Because you're clearly grossed out, and I shouldn't have come."

He chuckled—not cruelly, but softly. "I'm not grossed out. I'm surprised, yeah. But mostly, I'm laughing because this whole thing could've been avoided if we'd just talked."

You tilted your head up. "What?"

Jensen bit his lip, suddenly sheepish. "I, uh...had a vasectomy last year."

Your brain short-circuited. "I'm sorry. You...what?"

"Yeah. Snip, snip. No swimmers."

Your jaw dropped. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Nope," he said with a sheepish grin. "I thought it was too soon to bring it up. I mean, we were only two weeks in."

You groaned, the weight of the situation crashing down as laughter bubbled in your chest. "Jesus, we really need to work on our communication."

"Yeah," he agreed, laughing along. "But hey, you took one for the team, so props to you."

You grabbed a throw pillow with a laugh and smacked him.

"Ow! Hey! I'm sorry!" he laughed, shielding himself.

You kept swinging the pillow. "I went through uterus warfare for nothing!"

"I'll buy you ice cream!"

"Not good enough!"

"Ice cream and wine?"

You paused mid-swing. "...Red?"

"Of course."

You flopped back into his arms with an exaggerated sigh. "You're lucky you're cute, Ackles."

He kissed the top of your head, grinning. "I'm lucky for a lot of reasons. Mostly you."

And when he made good on his promise of wine, ice cream, and Netflix, you figured the IUD debacle was almost worth it.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

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[enhaflixer]

i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (i just wanna be a part of your family)

synopsis: Jungwon’s birthday should have been a celebration, but instead, it turns into a night of painful truths and breaking points. When an argument spirals into the possibility of letting go, Jungwon refuses to accept that love isn’t enough. But can love alone fix what’s been breaking between you? Or will this night be the one that decides the fate of your marriage?

Husband!Jungwon x Wife!Reader

Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

⚠ Warnings: angst, marital conflict, emotional distress, arguments, mentions of loneliness and neglect, crying, implied past doubts about divorce, reconciliation, soft but intense smut, explicit sexual content (MDNI), fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, deep emotional intimacy, praise kink, desperate love-making, aftercare, soft dom Jungwon, swearing, minor possessiveness, making up after a fight, happy ending.

AN: hi guys!!! this is jungwons bday post, didn't wanna take the usual fluff route so let me know what you guys think please!!!!

The fight started over something small—or at least, it should have been. A comment made in passing, a sigh too deep, a look that lingered too long. But tonight, words are sharp, slicing deep and leaving wounds neither of you know how to bandage.

"Jungwon, you don’t even have time for yourself anymore. How am I supposed to believe you have time for me?" The frustration spills out before you can stop it, weeks—months—of built-up loneliness clawing its way to the surface.

Jungwon exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "That’s not fair. You know I try—"

"Do you?" Your voice cracks, fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. "Because it doesn’t feel like it. I wake up to an empty bed, I eat dinner alone, I fall asleep wondering if I’m just supposed to get used to this. And today of all days—I thought maybe today would be different."

His jaw tightens, his shoulders stiff. "I didn’t mean for it to be like this. You think I want to be gone all the time? That I don’t miss you?"

"Then what are we doing?" The question hangs between you, heavier than either of you is prepared for. "Jungwon, we’re married. We said forever, but this—this doesn’t feel like forever. It feels like we’re just two people sharing a house, waiting for something to change."

Silence stretches, thick and suffocating. His lips part, like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. And that hurts more than any argument ever could.

You let out a trembling breath, your heart pounding. "I’m starting to wonder if this is sustainable. If we are sustainable."

Jungwon’s breath hitches, his complexion paling. "You’re not saying what I think you are."

"Aren’t I?" The bitterness in your voice surprises even you. "Because I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about what this marriage even means anymore, what we’re holding onto when everything feels so distant. And I don’t know, Jungwon. I don’t know if we’re fighting for a future or just trying to keep from falling apart."

Jungwon shakes his head, his hands balling into fists. "You don’t mean that. You can’t—"

"Don’t tell me what I mean!" You take a step back, your heart hammering. "I don’t want to keep fighting for something when I’m the only one showing up."

"That’s not true!" His voice rises, sharp and desperate. "I do show up! I work to give you everything, to make sure we have the future we dreamed of! Don’t act like I don’t care—"

"It’s not just about caring, Jungwon! It’s about being here. It’s about showing me that I still matter. That we still matter. And right now, it doesn’t feel like we do."

The air between you crackles, something dangerous brewing between the words left unsaid. Jungwon’s fists unclench, his expression shifting, something breaking in him.

"Do you want me to quit?" His voice is low, raw. "Is that what you want? Because I will. If it means keeping you—if it means fixing this—I will."

Your throat tightens. "That’s not what I want. I just,” You swallow the lump in your throat and whisper, “Jungwon… are we really okay?”

His breath hitches. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because it doesn’t feel like we are.”

He stands up then, hands pressing against the table as he leans forward. “You think I don’t love you?” His voice is hoarse, raw. “You think I would’ve married you if I wasn’t all in?”

“I think,” you say, forcing yourself to hold his gaze, “that love alone isn’t enough to keep us together. If we really love each other, then maybe we should let each other go.”

His face falls. You see something break in his expression—the realization that this isn’t just another petty fight. This is bigger. This is real.

Jungwon’s body tenses, his eyes darkening with something raw, something unfiltered. "That has always sounded like utter bullshit to me." His voice is sharp, unwavering. "If we love each other, then that’s more than enough to fight for this."

Your heart clenches. “I don’t know anymore.”

The air between you grows heavy, the walls of your home suddenly suffocating.

He steps closer, his voice softer this time. “You want to leave?”

You don’t answer right away. Because you don’t want to. You want him to fight, to prove that this marriage is worth saving. But you are so tired of being the only one fighting.

“I want us to stop hurting each other,” you finally say. “And right now, I don’t know if we can.”

Jungwon’s lips part, but no words come out. And that silence—that awful, painful silence—is the worst part of all.

The weight of your words settles, and for the first time in a long time, Jungwon really sees you. He sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your hands tremble slightly, the way your shoulders hunch as if carrying too much.

And maybe, for the first time, he realizes how much he’s been asking of you.

Jungwon doesn’t let you sleep alone that night.

He finds you on the couch, curled up in a blanket, eyes red from unshed tears. He kneels beside you, hesitant, his hands reaching but not quite touching. “Come to bed,” he says softly. “Please.”

You shake your head, exhaustion pulling at you. “I can’t.”

He exhales shakily, then makes a decision. He doesn’t leave. Instead, he settles behind you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice breaking. “I hate this. I hate that I’ve made you feel like this.”

You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into his warmth, but you don’t respond. Not yet.

He presses his lips to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “Let me make it up to you,” he whispers, his fingers tracing slow circles over your arm. “Let me love you the way you deserve.”

His touch is tentative at first, unsure if you’ll push him away. But you don’t.

Instead, you turn in his arms, finally facing him, searching his eyes for something—for truth.

"I don’t want to lose you," he breathes. "I never want to lose you."

You hesitate. Letting go would be easy—too easy. But so is holding onto him. And the truth is, despite everything, you still want him. You want to believe him.

You sigh shakily. "This won’t be fixed in one night."

"I know," he says, pressing his lips to your knuckles. "But I have forever to make it up to you."

And when he pulls you close, you let him.

“Show me,” you whisper.

His lips capture yours, slow at first, like he’s relearning the taste of you. His hands explore your body like it’s new again, as if he’s memorizing every dip and curve, every shiver and sigh.

He takes his time.

Jungwon’s fingers trail lightly over your collarbone, his touch slow, deliberate, reverent. There’s no urgency, no rush—only the undeniable weight of his devotion, of his need to make things right.

His hands move lower, teasing the knot of your robe as he watches your face for any sign of hesitation. But you give him none, only the soft parting of your lips and the way your body leans into his touch. The silk parts easily, pooling at your feet, leaving you bare before him.

A sharp breath escapes him as he drinks you in, his eyes darkening with desire. He reaches out, tracing your curves, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and want.

Your breath hitches as he leans in, his lips ghosting over your jawline before trailing down the column of your neck. He lingers there, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin just below your ear. The sensation sends a shudder through you, your hands finding their way to his hair, threading through the strands as you pull him closer.

“I want to take my time with you,” he whispers against your skin, his fingers splaying over your waist, mapping you, memorizing you. “I want to make you feel just how much I love you.”

You let out a soft moan as his lips continue their descent, kissing, teasing, stopping only to bite gently at your shoulder before soothing the mark with his tongue. He moves lower, his mouth finding your breasts, his hands coming up to cup them—to worship them.

His tongue flicks over one taut nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from you. He hums against your skin, pleased, before sucking the peak into his mouth, slow and deep, his other hand rolling your neglected breast between his fingers. Heat coils in your belly, your thighs pressing together in search of relief.

Jungwon notices. He always notices.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he releases your breast with a soft pop, his hands sliding down your sides, over your hips, settling between your thighs. “Already so wet for me,” he murmurs, running a teasing finger along your slick folds, barely applying pressure. “You need me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, desperate, your body arching toward him. “Please, Jungwon.”

He groans at your plea, at the way you fall apart under his touch. He lowers himself onto his knees before you, his hands firm on your hips as he presses a lingering kiss to your stomach. Then lower. Lower.

Your breath catches as his tongue swipes through your folds, a deep moan vibrating against your heat as he tastes you. “So sweet,” he mumbles, his voice almost reverent.

He devours you, his tongue flicking against your clit, alternating between slow, languid strokes and deep, sucking pulls that make your legs shake. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he pulls you closer, burying himself in you.

Your hands tangle in his hair, your nails scraping against his scalp as you grind against his mouth, your body desperate for more. “Jungwon—”

He groans at the sound of his name, one hand sliding lower to slip a finger inside you, curling it just right, hitting the spot that makes you cry out.

“That’s it,” he breathes, adding another finger, stretching you, preparing you. “Let go for me.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering, unraveling, your cries muffled as Jungwon continues to lick you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you’re a trembling mess in his arms.

When you finally open your eyes, he’s already standing again, watching you with pure adoration, his lips slick with you, his eyes burning with hunger.

“Come here,” you whisper, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as your hands push his shirt off his shoulders, eager to feel his skin against yours. You reach for the waistband of his pants, fingers brushing over his length, making him groan into your mouth.

“I need you,” you murmur against his lips. “Now.”

Jungwon wastes no time, stepping out of his pants, positioning himself between your legs as he presses you against the bed, his body flush against yours. He grinds against you, his length teasing your entrance, coaxing moans from both of you.

Slowly, he pushes inside, stretching you inch by inch until he’s fully seated within you, a groan slipping from his lips at the feeling of finally being connected again.

“God,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours. “You feel so perfect.”

He moves slowly at first, rolling his hips in deep, sensual strokes, his hands holding you tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more.

“Jungwon,” you gasp, nails digging into his back. “Faster.”

He obeys, his pace quickening, his thrusts turning urgent, needy, as his hands roam your body, desperate to feel all of you.

“Look at me,” he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. “Let me see you—let me feel you.”

Your eyes meet his, and in that moment, everything else fades away. The doubt, the fear, the loneliness—all replaced by him. By the way he loves you, the way he worships you.

Your orgasm builds again, coiling tightly, your body trembling as he moves harder, deeper, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

“Let go,” he whispers, his thumb finding your clit, circling it just right. “Come with me.”

The tension snaps, pleasure crashing over you in waves, your body clenching around him, drawing his own release as he moans your name, spilling into you as his hips jerk against yours.

For a moment, neither of you move—panting, gasping, clinging.

Jungwon collapses beside you, pulling you close, his lips pressing against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips—anywhere he can reach.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

You smile, exhausted, fulfilled, tracing circles on his chest. “I know.”And as you drift off in his arms, tangled together, you know that this love—this forever—is still worth fighting for. Always.

[doki-doki-imagines]

You give him a gift for Valentine's day

pt.1 with Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri

Shoei Barou:

-"I-I mean, okay, thank you."

-He didn't expect it, and it shows on his face. Shoei is mostly embarrassed. His cheeks don't go red, but he scratches the back of his neck a sign you learnt it means he is not at ease.

-"Please open it!" You say enthusiastically, and he can't say no seeing the shine in your eyes.

-And you hear it, the breath catching in his throat, head instantly turning to lock eyes with you.

-The puddings his mom used to buy him. The same ones that he couldn't find anywhere in the last months. Probably because they are cheap and not that requested, but they are his fave.

-"How-"

"I know how much you love them and how much you missed the flavour." You put your hand on his chin, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. "For you, I'd search them to the other side of the country." You smile at him, eyes slitted.

-The house is now silent, only your synchronised heartbeat reverberating.

-His lips clash on yours, aggressive like a lion attacking his prey, breath mingling.

-"Sho-" He lets you breath, a kind concession from your king, while his lips firge a path down your neck, trailing down your jugular, making you now feel his teeth on your skin.

-It's the sound of the puddings hitting the ground that makes Shoei go back to himself. His red irises liquid pleasure even if he tries to regain his composure.

-"I should have been the one giving you a good present, not the other way around." You hear him grumble, his big hand pushing back some strands freed from the gel.

-"Don't push yourself down. For example, I see you have a beautiful bouquet there." You reply softly, pointing at the flowers he tried to keep hidden on his back. The twelve roses fresh and so beautiful.

-"Right, for you." Shoei lift himself up and offer them. You finally notice how nice he is dressed: white shirt and black suit perfectly ironed to match the shoes cleaned to perfection. He is wearing the perfume you gifted him for his birthday. The sight makes you skip the heartbeat you may have not skipped before.

-"They are wonderful." Your voice tremble a bit, smile naturally appearing on your face. -

"Your gift." He replies, arms going around your waist to hug you, bouquet and gift between your chests.

"Not gonna say 'hope you like it'?"

"I know you are going to love it." He curtly replies. You smile back at him; you expected that kind of answer.

-And you are sure you are going to love the it.

Seishiro Nagi:

-Seishiro honestly didn't expect anything since you asked just to spend some time together at his house.

-You are sitting on his old sofa, shoulders touching both wearing worn-out hoodies that aren't warm anymore but make you feel at ease like no other cloth.

-His lips form a small 'o' when you give him a small package.

-"I know I told you not to do anything special, but when I saw this, I immediately thought of you and couldn't stop myself."

-He keeps his eyes open wide while taking the small package in his big hands, slender fingers already working around the ribbon.

-It's a figure of a character from an old cartoon he used to love as a kid that still airs to this day. Seishiro remembers the days he was home alone and how comfortable it made him feel to see his "friend" on the tv screen.

-"Hey, are you fine?" You say softly, cupping his face to look at him in the eyes, watery from the tears forming. It would be almost funny, with his wobbly lips, if only you weren't actually worried about hurting his feelings.

-But your worries soon fade when he hugs you with such strength you end up back on the sofa, while Seishiro peppers kiss all over your face.

-"Thank you-" He says, "It is wonderful. You are wonderful." His kisses are so light that they tickle you, a laughter blossoming from your throat.

-"I love you." Seishiro says, looking straight at you, his warm hands caressing your face and brushing off hair that covered your skin.

"Me too, Sei."

-The next kiss has lost all the playfulness of the previous ones. It's charged with feelings. It's not fast, not aggressive. It's slow and calculated, a kiss that wants to explain everything he can't by words. It's a kiss that is slowly turning into something else...

-But someone buzzed at your boyfriend's door.

"Oh yeah, the food."

"Food?"

-He doesn't reply to you and brushes you off when you try to pay some of it.

-"You weren't the only one that thought of a gift." He scratches the back of his head. There is so much food that it doesn't all fit on his table. And it's all the comfort food you love.

-"I'm not good with gifts, but I thought it would be nice." Seishiro replies, monotone as usual.

"It is." You smile at him, plopping yourself again on the sofa. "So? Let's eat!"

"Yes, but let's take our time."

"You are lazy when eating, too."

"I just enjoy the flavours more."

"Bulls-" a bao go straight into your mouth, stopping you from talking.

"You look so cute when eating." He says, but you know he did that just to cut off the conversation.

-You are going to close an eye for today. It's not every day you see Seishiro putting his mind into something that aren't his games or football.

-"It all tastes delicious. You really know my tastes, Sei."

"Obviously, I love you." Curt, no inflexion in his voice while you want to melt.

-He will be the death of you.

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He was an idiot. His brain was simply turned off. The fragile friendship that he had so carefully constructed between them shattered in an instant. Hell, he almost thought she was beginning to trust him, and he didn't even think about it until it was too late. For all his times that he tried to tell her that he wasn't going to take advantage of her, to prove to her that he wasn't into her like that (or maybe he was? It all felt so complicated). That he wasn't like every guy that took advantage of her, that she used as a means to build up a wall around her to prevent him from really getting to know her. He had half a mind to jump in front of oncoming traffic just to keep his mind off the catastrophic mistake he made. Instead, he froze, not saying a word as Scarlett got up and ran off. It took him only about .2 seconds (though it felt like ages) for him to realize what happened, and he stood up, burying his face in his hands. He was a fucking idiot. He needed to go after her, right? That was what he needed to do. His own feelings, whatever they were, could wait. He did throw away their to-go boxes, his own dessert with barely a dent left in it, and he practically ran back out of the park and in the direction of the hotel. He didn't care if he looked crazy, this was New York; crazy people existed everywhere. When he got to the suite they were sharing, Xander went over to Scarlett's door, his heart hammering in his throat as he heard her quiet, muffled sobs. Forget running into traffic, he'd rather hurl himself off the building than hear her cry. "Scarlett-" Xander's voice caught in his throat, and he had to close his eyes tight to stop his own tears from forming. "Please, you have to understand. You know I would never-" He stopped again, heaving as a shudder ran through him. "I'm so, so sorry. I don't want to ever break my promise to you. I told you that I would protect you from any possibility of someone taking advantage of you, and I broke my own rules. It just...it just came over me." Xander winced, smacking his forehead. "No, Jesus, that makes it sound even worse. I want to apologize. Whether you accept it or not, that's your choice, but just know that the last thing I want to do is hurt you, or make you feel like you can't trust me, because I know that's already something that you don't do, and I just made it so much fucking worse. Just say the word and I will leave. I will pack and get another room and you will literally never have to hear from me again. I deserve that and so much more for what I did."

To say Scarlett was a little disappointed that Xander didn't even really say much in regards to her actually saying how she felt for once, would be an understatement. Maybe she was wrong to think that she could briefly put her trust in him, maybe she was starting to think that this trip was a mistake like the last one. The expression on her face quickly faltered and she looked away from him while she placed the to-go container next to her on the bench. She was going to try to say something else, maybe change the subject, but when she looked back at him, she couldn't even get a word out before Xander's lips were suddenly on hers. Scarlett instantly froze on the spot, unsure where this was even coming from, but every part of her mind and body combined were screaming at her to get him to stop, to push him away. She should have known he would have ulterior motives, despite the numerous times he told her he didn't. The little trust she had for him was now already dwindling at an alarming rate. He was just like every other man she had the displeasure of coming across. Quickly, the blonde pressed her small hands against his chest, forcing him off of her and causing the kiss to be broken. Scarlett hadn't even realized that tears had started rolling down her cheeks until she got up from her spot on the bench, wiping them away with the back of her hand. "I-I'm sorry... I have to go," she mumbled under her breath, voice slightly shaky as she took off in the direction of their hotel as fast as she could. Luckily, it wasn't that far of a walk (or run in her case) to the point where she'd need to take an Uber back, and was grateful for the fact that she memorized how to get there on her own. Once she was safely back in the hotel room, she stripped out of her clothes from the evening and changed into an oversized t-shirt, then collapsed onto the bed to let out all the emotions she'd been holding back.