#they end up caring about each other deeply but as mentioned neither of them would feel comfortable labeling their dynamic as father/son

[bearimba]

Silver doesn't need another father. He's already got one of those, technically, but the man turned out to be a weak, cowardly bastard who couldn't face his own problems let alone raise a child. The way he sees it, there's no need to set himself for more disappointment. He's got a roof over his head and food to eat, and that's far more than he could ever depend on in the last... however many years he'd been living on the streets. Lance and Clair are annoying as hell, but while he's training in the Dragon Den, he doesn't exactly have much room to complain. Not out loud, anyways.

Lance doesn't particularly want to be a dad either. He's already got too much responsibility on his plate as Champion, and this kid clearly needs so much more emotional support than he feels like he can provide. Simply convincing him to move into his guest room was enough of a struggle, and it only really worked because Lance had promised Silver he could "earn" his keep. What the hell is up with that, anyways? He's not sure what Silver's past looks like, and he's not about to go prying, but the bare minimum he can do is make sure he doesn't have to rough it out in the woods anymore. At least Clair seems to be having fun training him...

Clair is more than ready to be an aunt. The other two refuse to admit to caring for each other, but unlike them, she's not afraid of something as stupid as her emotions. The brat's slowly but surely been mellowing out during his training, and her idiot cousin has actually been taking care of himself for once in order to be a "good example." Silver has even caught on to calling Lance "old man" like she does, on account of those ugly-ass reading glasses the all-mighty Champion has to wear, and she couldn't be prouder. Best part is, she doesn't have to spend a dime except to treat the kid every so often! That's a win in her book if ever there was one.

[worldlxvlys]

I HAVE A IDEA (MR CRABS I HAVE AN IDEA)

yk the new song ari came out with (we can't be friends) Chris fic were the reader and him are best friends that always flirt and they made out drunk at a party and have not been talking for a week untill Chris shows up at her house and they makeout and maybe some smut? Idrk

Anyways that's all 💋

we can’t be friends

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking/being drunk, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), squirting, cursing

a/n: i’ve been absolutely OBSESSED with this song and itching to write about ittt

i hope you enjoy

i let out a heavy sigh at his last text, before throwing my phone onto my bed.

of course i wanted to fight for us, but this was about more than just our friendship . this was about what was best for us individually.

for as long as i could remember, i always put chris’ feelings before my own. i spent so long chasing after him, just to end up heartbroken.

i watched him constantly pick other people over me, blissfully unaware of how deeply he was wounding me.

but no matter how much i wanted to, i couldn’t blame him. it was easier to point fingers at him than to accept the fact that this was partially my own fault.

i let him continue to hurt me, over and over again, never telling him what he was doing to me. and if i didn’t tell him, how would he know any better ?

so, even though it killed me to act so cold and distant toward him, it was time to look out for myself for once.

i needed to take the time to love and take care of myself before expecting someone else to do so.

sure, he’d be upset for a short while, but once he got over me he would easily move on to the next girl. that’s all i was to him, after all. just another girl.

i was pulled from my thoughts when i heard my front door open and close suddenly, followed by quick footsteps toward my room.

i waited behind my bedroom door, quick to swing my arm out in front of me when the person made it to the doorway.

i was met with chris, who immediately caught my wrist in his hand.

we stared at each other with wide eyes, neither one of us speaking. i blinked up at him, watching his eyes trail down to my lips.

“don’t do that” the words flew out of my mouth before i could stop them.

his eyes immediately shot back up to mine, a curious expression taking over his features.

“don’t do what?” he asked, loosening his grip on my wrist to let it slide down, intertwining our fingers.

“chris, we aren’t doing this. i meant what i said earlier, we’re better off not being friends”

“you keep saying that, but you won’t tell me why. you gotta talk to me baby” he spoke.

“i don’t want to” i spoke back, shaking my head as i backed up slightly to create more distance between us.

“how am i supposed to know what i did wrong if you don’t talk to me?”

he was right, of course he was. it was unfair of me to just cut him off with no reasoning. but the second we start talking about it is the second it becomes real. i didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that i was trying to end one of the most important friendships i’d ever had in my life.

“you didn’t do anything, chris” i answered. he wasn’t having it. “no, tell me. i’m not letting you just end our friendship like this, not without a reason”

“i just can’t be friends with you”

“why? what is so wrong with me that you don’t want me in your life? and completely out of nowhere” he spoke, his voice rising slightly.

“see, that’s the problem. i don’t want you out of my life, i want you in it forever. but you clearly don’t want that, and it’s ok.”

“who the hell said i didn’t want that?” chris asked, his brows furrowing.

“chris, it’s fine. you don’t have to try to make me feel better-”

“so you don’t believe me?” he cut me off.

“i mean, i don’t know, i just…” my babbling trailed off as i tried to find the right words.

“let me prove it to you” he whispered as he toyed with the strap of my tank top.

my breathing grew shallow as he moved the fabric down my arm slightly, pressing his lips to my shoulder.

“chris….we shouldn’t” i whispered, but tilted my head to the side, allowing him more access as his lips moved up my neck.

“really? you weren’t complaining a week ago” he spoke against my skin.

i slapped his chest lightly at that. “yeah, well we were also drunk”

he bit down on my neck, harshly enough to leave a bruise and elicit a moan from me. “so, you don’t want this?” he asked.

i let out a deep sigh, “of course i do, chris. but do you?”

he looked as though he was going to say something, but i stopped him “don’t tell me yes just because you want sex. i don’t want you to just want somebody, i want you to want me. if you’re just gonna fuck me and move onto the next girl, then forget it” i spoke.

the more i thought about it, the more i convinced myself that he didn’t really want me.

“hey” he spoke softly, cupping my jaw. “this isn’t about the sex, this isn’t even about me wanting you. this is about me needing you. this is about me not being able to live without you. yes, i’ve been with other girls. but there’s a reason that you’re the only one that’s always been there”

“i was so sure you didn’t feel the same, so i tried to move on. but i couldn’t, because none of those girls are you. and i’m so sorry that i hurt you, i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if i have to”

chris looked at me as though he could cry. his blue eyes shot back and forth between my own, his thumb caressing my jaw gently.

“so make it up to me” i whispered, pulling his lips to my own.

one of his arms smoothly slid behind my back, supporting my weight as i found it hard to keep my balance.

he kissed me like he had waited his whole life for this moment. his lips felt so soft against mine, unlike our last kiss.

this kiss made our drunken one feel sloppy and desperate, like two people who were just horny, but this was more than that. it was eye-opening, sweet, gentle, it was everything i didn’t know i needed.

but chris did, he always knew what to say or do to make me happy. i couldn’t stay mad at him even if i wanted to.

“let me make you feel good?” he asked when we pulled away. “yeah” i let out breathlessly, nodding my head.

“lay down for me” he said, leaving another kiss to my neck. i did as he said, getting onto my bed and laying on my back.

he wasted no time in crawling over me, his hands placed on either side of my waist. “can i?” he asked, lightly tugging at the hem of my top.

i nodded at him, lifting my upper body up as he pulled off my top. without a word, he attached his lips to my nipple while caressing the other with his hand.

i let out a loud moan at the feeling, beginning to squirm underneath him.

“shit, chris” i sighed out, his eyes immediately looking up at mine.

he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, watching as my body melted into his touch.

he sucked on my tit until the skin turned dark, moving to the other to give it the same treatment.

“god, chris. feels so good” i moaned out while he continued to work my sensitive nipple with his tongue.

“you look so pretty like this” he rasped as he soothed my boobs with his hands, “can’t believe i have you all to myself” he mumbled to himself.

he moved his face downwards, leaving gentle kisses to my rib cage and abdomen. he paid special attention to every birthmark and scar he found, pressing a kiss to each one.

his fingers rubbed small circles into my skin as he ventured further and further down my body.

he stopped at the waistband of my shorts, leaving a kiss to my crotch area. due to the thin material or the shorts and my lack of underwear, my hips shot up involuntarily at the feeling.

“no underwear? such a dirty fucking girl” he spoke, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

he licked a long stripe up my pussy through the shorts, eliciting a long whine from me. “chris, stop teasing me” i spoke as i squirmed under him.

“you just make it so easy, baby” he spoke, before continuing to leave kisses down my thighs and calves.

“lift up” he spoke as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. i raised my hips, allowing chris to pull them off.

i let out a sigh at the feeling of my heat being exposed to the cold air of the room.

chris stared down at my glistening pussy, mouth hung open slightly as he pulled my folds apart, spreading me open.

“my god, you’re so gorgeous” he spoke, blowing cool air onto my heat.

“hold your legs apart for me, beautiful” he spoke, his lips inches away from my core.

“so wet” he mumbled before running his tongue along my thighs, just missing where i needed him.

“chris, please. i need your mouth so fucking bad” i whined. “where, baby?” he asked, teasing me some more.

finally having enough, i wrapped my legs around his head, pulling his face into my heat.

he let out a long moan into me, his eyes rolling back as he licked up every drop of my slick.

my head fell back at the feeling, legs loosening around him to let him pull back if needed, however he stayed right where he was.

the words that fell out of my mouth sounded like gibberish, but i didn’t care about that. all i could focus on was chris.

the way he groaned into me, his needy tongue lapping me up like i was his last meal. his piercing eyes never left mine, only making the tight feeling in my stomach grow.

my arousal covered his flushed cheeks, making me even wetter.

there was something that i found so incredibly hot about how messily he was eating me out. it was like all he cared about was me finishing.

he moved his face from my legs, making me let out a whine at the loss of contact.

he stuck his tongue out, his spit dripping down onto my pussy.

“what do you think about when you touch yourself? ” he asked suddenly while he brought his finger down to my core to rub me.

“i- oh” i cried out in surprise at the feeling of his finger entering me.

“holy fuck, you’re so tight” he whispered as he pushed his pointer finger in and out of my tight walls.

“oh my god” i whimpered when he pushed another finger in.

“if you don’t answer me, i’m stopping” he spoke.

“this! i think about this!” i rushed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of his rough fingers inside of me.

“i think about how perfect your hands are. fuck- how long your fingers are” i struggled out between moans, “i think about you” i finished.

“yeah? what about my cock?” he asked as his fingers sped up.

“you think about what it would feel like for me to fuck you into oblivion? ” he asked as he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot.

“fuck, yes! i’m so close chris” i cried out as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of me.

“c’mon, you got it. doing so well for me, want you to make a mess all over me” he rasped out, fingers moving rapidly inside of me.

“chris, wait! i’m gonna-” i tried to warn him, but i was too far gone as my juices shot out of me.

the liquid dripped down his face, onto the saturated sheets underneath us.

“yes, yes, fuck yes” chris groaned as his mouth hung open. i leaned up slightly, watching the way his hips stuttered and his body shook.

“fuck” he let out breathlessly, as he began to shudder.

“did you just come untouched?” i asked, eyes widening slightly.

“if that doesn’t prove how much i want you, nothing will”

wait why’d i kinda eat ??? 🤭

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[babygirlhouse]

house md 2024 headcanons 🫡

hi loves!! jumping on this trend :^) i don't think any of these make sense but they made me laugh soooo here u go

House has a very bad pain day and (when pushed) says that he strained the muscle while riding his bike. Obviously nobody believes him, so the ducklings + Wilson spend the day trying to figure out what he did and end up finding security footage of him attempting to hit the griddy in the morgue 

Kutner has a very generic inspirational quotes tumblr blog (he’s so proud of it) and House finds it and just starts dropping quotes from it in DDXs to mess with him & then acting all innocent 

Thirteen has a secret thirst trap tiktok acc that doesn’t explicitly show her face but has her lab coat & maybe stethoscope. When Chase suggests that it’s her she doesn’t confirm or deny it and just keeps winking. Cameron definitely follows the account after this. Thirteen pretends not to realise.

Wilson takes a uquiz to find out what sort of cheese he is and is devastated when it says he’s cheddar. He then has an identity crisis because he thinks he’s too bland and tries to reinvent his aesthetic, leading to one infected eyebrow piercing and a tramp stamp that’s never mentioned again. Potential there for a sappy scene where House tells him he's anything but bland.

Cuddy starts a momblog style podcast. House sends anonymous hate. Taub guest stars. 

I think Taub would get deeply into ASMR. Like it’d start with him finding and playing a video of ASMR triggers for his daughters, then he tries it himself to see if that calms them down even more, etc etc. He starts a youtube channel and it blows up. He gets recognised by patients at the hospital. It goes to his head just a little. He unironically uses the term 'ASMRtist'

A cosplayer has a mysterious illness and the team has to go to a convention to test for environmental factors. Chase is apprehensive but House forces him to go. He’s quickly recognised at the convention and it turns out that he has a cosplay instagram account and they get stopped every 10 mins to take pictures. No one lets him live it down 

Thirteen and Cameron kiss & fall in love & babysit Taub's kids. House makes relentless jokes but is quietly very fond of them and their relationship. Pls i need this

Foreman has a twitter/X account where he posts a combination of work out tips/inspirational quotes (not as sweet as Kutner's blog, more grindset vibes yknow) but he gets mixed up in a pyramid scheme for protein powders and gets cancelled. Also potential for a sappy scene here where Foreman says he admires Kutner for not letting House's teasing about his blog get to him. They're besties now and make each other better.

Cuddy forces all of them to go on a wellness retreat. House and Wilson make a bet to see who can go the longest without speaking. It's not even a silent retreat, they're just like that. Also someone convinces Chase that the utility shed on the retreat is haunted.

The wellness retreat no speaking bet also def has potential for gay chicken. Like Wilson kisses House to see if that will get him to lose the bet. By the next morning neither of them know or care who lost the bet, they leave their room looking Extremely disheveled and return to the hospital very much together. Cuddy is not at all surprised. She planned this. Each of the ducklings hand her $100.

PPTH minecraft server. yeah

[isawritesshit]

The Color Blue - Prologue

image taken from @ lovevivianne on pinterest

Synopsis: As the only daughter to the leader of the Kamo Clan, you were trained and protected to one day bring your father honor through your marriage to the heir of the Gojo Clan. However, your husband ended up being something that your family never prepared you for. As you come to navigate a new world of politics between the clans, your husband convinces you that there is nothing wrong with honoring yourself too.

Warnings and Content: fem! reader, fluff, themes of forced/arranged marriage, hints of mental abuse, mentions of sex, mentions of menstrual cycle

Author's Note: As promised, the official start of my next Gojo series! Just for context, this is an AU of the JJK canon events (no KFC breakup, and as of now, no mention of Megumi). It is also inspired a little bit by my other Gojo series Someone. Other things I want to flag is that I do plan for there to be nsfw content in this series, as well as themes of physical and mental abuse. As of now, I am unsure how long this series will be. Updates will depend on my availability to write.

Word Count: ~2.4k

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People would say that if there was one thing that Gojo Satoru was not, it would be committed. Not in all ways, however. Satoru was very committed to his sorcery, to the protection of ordinary people and the balance of the their world and the jujutsu one. It was relationships that he struggled with. Yes, he had always had an authority problem, both growing up and even now, so his relationships with jujutsu elders and other clan leaders were never good to begin with, especially when he became a clan leader himself and took up the title as “The World’s Strongest Sorcerer”. However, his friends? He cared deeply for them, but he could never show them that, lest he risk the possibility of them getting hurt for that same reason. Lovers? Absolutely not. They would last a week at best, hence why his friends would say he had commitment issues. 

But, what many people did not know was that Satoru was betrothed to be married, and if there was one thing that he could say that he was committed to, it was that. 

And not just because he knew that the responsibility of upholding the Gojo Clan’s honor and survival was on his shoulders, but also for a reason that no one could have predicted. 

The first time Satoru had seen his future bride, they were both young, too young to understand why each of their parents were sitting across from one another, or why the most important members of the Kamo Clan were staring him down when he was barely even five years old. But when his parents asked to see you, that’s when everything changed. 

You were carried into the room by a caregiver and left in between the two families like you were some kind of meal. A veil-like mask covered the front of your face from the nose down, but Satoru could tell you were roughly his age. Your wide eyes looked about. First at your caregiver, who stepped out of the room with a bow, then to your parents, who didn’t even seem to notice you, then to his parents, and then finally to him, the only other child in the room. 

Gojo Satoru didn’t know it at the time, but it was at that moment that he had fallen in love with you. That same day, it was agreed upon that the two of you would wed when he was 25 and shortly after you turned 24. That seemed like such a long time, but… Satoru decided that maybe he would try to speak to you when he saw you next. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. Both of your families kept each of you on a tight leash, and neither were inclined to meet with one another just because the Gojo heir wanted to see his bride. They were rival clans after all, with a long history of vendettas and alliances. 

However, just because Satoru saw you once didn’t mean that he stopped thinking of you. Even as a pre-teen, he sounded out your name in his head, sometimes aloud when he was alone. Kamo (Y/N). It was one of the few things he knew about you, other than what your eyes looked like. He knew that those eyes had likely changed over the years since the first time he saw you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about them. About you. 

There were a few other things Satoru knew about you. You were the only daughter of Arao Kamo, the Kamo Clan head. Not only that, you were his youngest child and had three older brothers, all of whom Satoru had never met before. He would take in what his parents would tell him about you, though it wasn’t much; only that you had a different cursed technique from the blood manipulation that ran strong in the Kamo line, and that you were naturally beautiful for your age. 

But Satoru wanted to know more. He wanted to know what your interests were and if they were similar to his. He wanted to know more about your cursed technique and what kind of training you had received. He knew that you would receive some kinds of etiquette and liberal arts education, as was normal for daughters of the clans to do, but did you like any of those things? What foods do you like? How have you grown? 

What did the rest of your face look like? That was the question that replayed constantly in his head after Satoru was notified that him and his parents were to meet with your family again to make some further updates to the arrangement. Maybe this would be his chance for him to finally speak with you, to get to know you. 

But it was just the same as before. There was no caregiver to bring you in this time though, and no other Kamo representatives other than your mother and father, whom you sat beside. 

Satoru remembered staring at you the whole time, taking you in. His parents didn’t lie. You were beautiful and he hadn’t even seen all of you, and you also carried yourself maturely for a young girl. Your eyes had changed, of course, more grown but still just as wide and lively as he remembered. Your face was no longer obscured by a mask. Instead, you held a delicate fan that matched the kimono you wore, covering your face as you listened intently while your parents spoke, but never speaking yourself. 

You didn't look in his direction even once.

The meeting had concluded before he knew it had begun. His parents had needed confirmation of your fertility, since they were to be among the first to be notified when you started your cycle. However, in an offer that was a bit unexpected, your father had requested that the marriage date be moved up five years, to which his parents agreed. That part made Satoru ecstatic. Instead of waiting 12 years, he now would only have to wait seven. 

With that, you bowed and departed behind your parents, swift and silent. Satoru tried not to look like he was running as he tried to catch another glimpse at you when his parents excused him, but when he peered out the nearest window that overlooked the front lawn where you had arrived, you were already gone. 

And so, Satoru would go another seven years. Another seven years of thinking of you, dreaming of you, wondering what you looked like behind your fan and cosmetics. He had hoped to see you enrolled in the same class as him at Jujutsu Tech, though he knew for a fact that you most likely would not be. Your parents, more so your father, he realized, protected and sheltered you more than ever after that second meeting. He had expected you not to show up to that first day of school, but when that first day was over and you actually didn’t, a small part of his heart still sank. 

Satoru did take some females to bed during the next seven years you spent apart, mostly out of curiosity as to what sex felt like, but also by persuasion of his friends. However, his friends would get confused as to why he would never allow those girls to stay the next morning, or why he would insist on wearing a condom even when they gave him permission to finish inside. He would give the excuse (thought it really was the truth) that he actually wasn’t that interested, or that he also wanted to protect against STDs (the latter was a great insult that had women storming out on him, to his relief). In reality, he wanted his first real time, his first enjoyable time, to be with you. Even if he was allowed to take on any amounts of lovers he wanted both in marriage and out of it, he felt guilty knowing that you had to save yourself for him. So, in a way, he was saving himself for you too. 

As the years came closer and closer, he began to think of you more and tried to subtly gather more information on you, to little avail. He knew that this pining and longing could be considered childish, but he didn’t care. Was it wrong to want to come to love, to already be in love, with the person he was to spend the rest of his life and create a family with? Satoru certainly didn’t think so.

However, that didn’t mean he was without restraint. After his parents had passed and the mantle of the Gojo Clan leader was given to him, he didn’t try or demand to see you. After all, the two of you could still be considered strangers. Hell that is what you were, he had to remind himself. He figured it would be best to keep you with your family and not disturb your current life, especially since you would be seeing your family less once you came to live with him (but also because he didn’t want you to see him as some obsessed maniac). He decided he would be patient and wait, which would make your first real meeting with him all the more sweeter. 

Those seven years passed by too fast, he realized as he stood in the center of a magnificent shrine in what could have been the most spectacular and slightly uncomfortable outfit he had ever worn. Your family surrounded him on almost all sides as they awaited your arrival at sunset. Your parents and your brothers with their wives sat off to Satoru's right, and he could feel their eyes on him the entire hour that he stood there in a calm panic. After what seemed like an eternity, your headpiece peaked slowly over the hill as you ascended the path to the shrine. He held his breath. 

He noticed your eyes again first. 

They were downcast, melancholy, almost near lifeless. Not anywhere the lively pools of color he remembered and saw so often in his dreams. Your blank expression was such a contrast to the splendor of your being. Indeed, he thought that he was being pledged to a goddess, the way your updone hair and headpiece played in the golden sunlight, the way the whites, golds, and reds of your wedding kimono and wraps made you look like a princess, and the way your face, your whole face, looked like it had been extracted from a star.

To put simply, you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. 

Finally, you found your place beside him, your hands clasped in the folds of your long sleeves. It took you standing this close for Satoru to realize how much smaller you were than him, though he quickly discerned how much your face and demeanor had shaped into womanhood since he last saw you. He would catch glimpses of you when he could throughout the ceremony, taking in more of your features that you had laid out for him. The curves of your face, the shade and suppleness of your skin, delicateness of your hands... His heart was beating so rapidly, hoping that you would look back at him at least once. 

But you never did, even when you presented one another with ceremonial wine, or when you took his arm to leave the shrine for the reception dinner that was filled to the brim with Kamo Clan members and other officials. As soon as you both entered that reception, your fan was over your face. You didn’t say a word to him the whole time, so he never said anything to you. 

A cold sweat had laid itself over Satoru as you said goodbye to your family members. It wasn’t the type of goodbye that he would expect a family to give to their only daughter. There was no affection, no emotion shown, as if leaving your family was merely another ceremony. And then you turned back to him, eyes still looking down of course, and got into his car without a word. 

Satoru could tell that something was wrong and off about you. Sure, you had carried yourself gracefully throughout the entire evening. Every movement you had made between walking and eating and sitting was done to absolute perfection. Maybe it was those monotone movements that should have been his first sign. No, it wasn’t that. It had to have been your eyes. Why were they always so bleak? Why did you never look up at him or make eye contact with him or speak to him? What had happened to you since the last time he saw you?

At least your fan wasn’t up. That he could be thankful for. Satoru sighed. He couldn’t help but feel like the happiest day of his life, the one where he finally got to be with the girl he had loved for 15 years, was the saddest day of your own. He wanted to ask about it so bad, now that he had you alone, but he didn’t. He would just look at you every so often as you watched the Tokyo scenery pass by through the car window. Maybe this was your way of taking everything in, and he didn’t want to disrupt that. He trusted that you would talk when you were ready.

You remained silent as the car stopped and he walked you up the stairs to the front door of his home estate, one of the many under the Gojo name. Your new home. In a perfect world, in what he had imagined previously, you would have been smiling and excited as he picked you up to walk you through the doorway. In that world, you would have hugged and kissed him as he twirled you around and around in your own private celebration.

The door closing behind him brought him back to reality. You now stood in the center of his grand foyer, eyeing the dark polished wood and rich splendor of your new dwelling place. The space was only illuminated by shaded lamps and a dim glass chandelier above the grand staircase. A new couch, your couch, was against one wall, one of many of your belongings that had been moved in a week ago. Satoru decided to sit on that couch while you stood in the center of the room, looking down, not moving. 

Satoru couldn’t take this anymore. It was like you treated the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. As if he, your new husband, wasn’t sitting ten feet away from you. He even considered the possibility of you being deaf or mute for a moment. No, he didn’t know what to do, other than speak to you. But what to say? Are you feeling okay? Are you happy? Sad? Were your clothes uncomfortable? How come you didn’t speak or look at him? At anyone? Was it something you were afraid of? Were you afraid of…

That had to be it. 

“Are you afraid of me?”

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Tamlin and Rhysand hcs sharing a darling? 👀

❝ 🌹 — lady l: It's three in the morning where I live and here I am... Writing! Do I care? No. Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💞

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of injuries, unhealthy relationships, polyamorous (sorta of).

❝ ⭐pairing: yandere!tamlin x gn!reader x yandere!rhysand.

They won't share. That simple. There is no way Tamlin and Rhysand would agree to share a darling, let alone a mate. Tamlin is extremely jealous and Rhysand is possessive as hell. Add the fact that their darling is their mate makes it even worse.

Once one realized the other's interest all hell would break loose. It would all really depend on who discovered it first, but at the end of the day, nothing else would matter. Not even you.

Tamlin is the least emotionally unbalanced and this makes him very volatile and dangerous when his temper gets out of control. He is explosive and although he will never knowingly hurt his darling, you still have to walk on eggshells around him. Especially when Tamlin is jealous or furious.

Rhysand is the most rational one in the situation, or at least he tries to be the most rational one, even though he is seething with hatred inside. Rhys might be willing to share his darling with others, but never with Tamlin, his second worst enemy.

A huge fight would begin and if the situation between the two Courts was already bad before, it would become even worse and more volatile. Tamlin wants you at any cost and so does Rhysand, and neither is willing to share.

You would just be a toy caught in a tug of war. They detested each other deeply and their resentment grew more because of you and you would be nothing less than a pawn in a game that has lasted centuries.

They would still try to care about your needs and what you want, but they will both be so blinded by their hatred and possessiveness that you won't be as important. Not when they desperately wanted to destroy themselves.

The only situation I can see them coming to some kind of agreement would be if something happened to you, like if you were a human and almost died or suffered a terrible injury. It would be the only case where Tam and Rhys would work together for you.

Tamlin wants you desperately, he's already so alone and he needs comfort, love and reassurance. He wants to be loved so desperately and his obsession with you has become so unbearable that he can't sleep properly if he doesn't know that you're okay and with him.

Rhysand wants to be loved and have a loving family above all else, he wants this with all his might. He needs you, he needs to smell you and hear you tell him that he loves him. He needs to know that you love him, that he is the only one for you, and that no matter what, you will always choose him.

They will always fight over you, they will never reach a consensus and you are likely to end up broken and none of them will take the blame, as they will be too focused on destroying themselves than on what you need. Rhysand has tried to pay more attention to you, but at the end of the day, it's really about his personal war with Tamlin.

However, at any sign of threat to your life, they will put aside this feud and focus only on you. Even if it doesn't seem like it, they care about you and love you, in a twisted and strange way, but they do and they want to take care of you. Tamlin, especially, due to the fact that he is overprotective.

Rhysand and Tamlin will never come to an agreement, but maybe, as time goes on, they can learn to share you. There will always be bad blood and fights, but perhaps they will realize that the best way to protect you is to come together. Two High Lords can do very well protecting their mate, even if they hate each other deeply.

[bomber-grl]

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Nemesis 🥀

Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x male!reader

Ps used some of the fanon powers since they’re cool

You’re a child of nemesis and it’s to be expected that you’re probably on your own and don’t have much siblings

Surprise

Well ofc Nico never took note of you

He was going through his own thing but it was only when he began reflecting that he turned to you

It wasn’t easy to turn to a complete stranger but since your godly parent is nemesis- well he just assumed you could sense his want for revenge or sum idk he didn’t really think it through, ok??

And you? You laughed at him

He knew it was too silly and stupid and was about to grumble away before you held him back and offered him your help

Which he accepted with some reluctance

I mean you didn’t really know how to go about basically giving him some therapy but in the end it never really was about his issues

You two just became used to being around each other naturally and he was able to improve on his own.

It was a surprise that the two of you even interacted, you’re known to have an intimidating aura- not to mention your rare ability of controlling someone’s luck so 🤷‍♀️

Of course your godly parent gives you a bad rep but you never really cared for it

And neither did Nico, he knows how it feels

That’s particularly what gets you closer

You both were sorta disliked all the time, Nico because he’s a child of hades and you?

Mostly because the majority of your siblings left to be on Kronos side of the war….🧍‍♀️

It was sorta a sore topic and was particularly why it was awkward for others to be around you

But Nico being Nico, well he never payed much attention to it

Looking back it was ridiculous to think that you could ever be a therapist for him and you still tease him about it till this day

But you have a lot of things in common

A particular one being grudges

Nico holds them and despises whoever crosses him

But you? You take it up a notch and make plans to enact revenge

Maybe it’s a bit over the top

But who cares?

It’s not your fault you always remember insults or wrongs against you

Honestly I feel like in this world you really get to know someone once you fight alongside them

And boy does Nico fear and have a new found respect for you now

Your powers consist of using vengeful emotions and manipulating them to the greatest extent

And even when someone has great hate for someone, well you can twist it and make them use it to take revenge

It’s a pretty useful power to get your comrades to fight with all they’ve got

And you use it on yourself too, but had you known Nico would be affected the way he was, well you wouldn’t have done it

You had been fighting some monsters while you were traveling back to Camp half-blood

You both decided to head on back from your little vacation at your house but on the way back herds of monsters just began going at you

Your guess? They hadn’t seen a couple of demigods in a hot minute

Well regardless you fought as one does except for the fact that Nicos summoning of the dead was a bit more uncontrolled than usual

Yup, he actually lost full control

Hurray

I mean he almost took you down with him

If you didn’t immediately take away your influence who knows what else he would’ve done

Just goes to show how much emotions he’s got bottled up I guess

It’s sort of awkward from here on out

Well, maybe only on Nicos part

He was afraid you’d run away and never look back if he were to show you the more scarier aspects of his powers

Which like, Nico honey

There was plenty of time to do so before

Of course you give actual reassurances to him but yknow alls well that ends well

I think a son of Nemesis x Son of Hades is a pretty interesting dynamic considering the similarities

Honestly you’d never be too hard core for the other

You feel deeply, Nico feels deeply

(Yknow feelings of hatred but still)

Maybe that means you understand it on a deeper level, maybe it’s the exact opposite

So much potential

[starillusion13]

FRIENDS!? Chapter 13

🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳

Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere

Warning: mention of memories (nothing much just go with the flow), mention of hostage and crying, fear.

W.C: 3.4k Network: @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

>.<

“Yunho…” you sobbed uncontrollably. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you rubbed it to look at the door if he was there but there was no one. Complete darkness covering your surroundings, only a tiny night lamp lit in the corner of the room. You wiped your tears before staring at the door for a few seconds and decided to sit up straight.

I should end everything.

However, something was blocking you. Your heart and your mind are conflicting with each other. You scoffed at yourself. How could you even think about them this way? No one cares about you. It’s just a show for them and you are a puppet. The darkness should engulf you and make you disappear forever.

It would end your misery.

You stood up and went straight towards the book-shelf. The first thing they gifted you after moving into the house with them --- all your favorite books you wanted with the ordered shelf. The anger bubbled inside you and hot tears slipped down your cheeks, you grabbed the first book and threw it against the door, followed by the second one. You threw every book and items decorated on the shelf around the room, wanting to end their façade of love visible to you.

Whatever you could see in the dimly lit room, you threw it away. There were loud thud sounds with each banging effect and you were sure one of them had heard you. Is that going to make them angry?

You immediately reached out for the lamp and when you were about to throw it, the door slammed open. Your hand trembled, heart beating fast and your breath heaved. A tall figure appeared in the doorway, you couldn’t see his face but his aura was calming yet dangerous. He didn’t speak a word but took a step forward, you gulped and raised the hand with the lamp towards him.

“don’t take a step ahead. I will hurt you…I will kill you.”

He again took a step but paused, “you are not going to do anything, y/n. You are a good person.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want to be a good one. I want to be freed from here.”

“I can’t let you go.” He calmly said.

“Yunho, please…” the light falling on your face, revealing your pained expression, more to say it was tiredness all over your face. Your bloodshot eyes, tear stained face and cuts all over your cheeks and arms. Somehow, it made his heart ache and he inhaled deeply.

“y/n…listen to me.”

“NO! I won’t.” you shouted at him.

“You never want to hurt me. I know we are bad. But you shouldn’t be bad like us. Calm down. Listen to yourself. Look at the mirror beside you. This is not who you are.” Your face turned towards the mirror beside you, the lamp in your hand illuminating your teary face. The tired and angry tears streaming down. You have to go.

This is not you, y/n. they have made you like this.

A large grip held your forearm and snatched the lamp from you. Your wide eyes looked at the figure in the dark standing in front of you.

“are you out of your fucking mind? What were you trying to do?” Hongjoong’s loud voice echoed inside the room but you didn’t flinch, neither said a word. You kept staring at him. when did he enter?

“I trusted you, Joong.”

He was breathing heavily. It was clearly evident that he was furious at the moment, “then don’t do this stupid stuff. What mess have you made here?”

“you messed up my happy life.”

He licked his lip, brushing his hair before replying, “y/n, listen to me. You are safe here and we are here to protect you. We love you.”

“Then why are you hurting me?” you looked straight into his eyes and then glanced towards Yunho standing just a few steps behind him. Hongjoong asked him to turn on the lights but he didn't. He was glued to his spot and blankly watching you both. A third figure appeared at the doorway. He leaned against it and picked up a frame near his tip of the boot.

The ring in his finger made it clear that it was San. What is he doing here? Is he going to lock you up again? Or do that…your body shivered on the thought. Hongjoong held your shoulders tightly and ordered, “go freshen up, yourself and I will bring you dinner.” He turned his face, “ask the maids to clean this room quickly. She will sleep in my room tonight.”

“I won’t be staying with you in your room.” Your loud voice made him look towards you. He was calming himself not to mess the situation anymore. You again muttered, “I want to go somewhere. Far away…far away from here.”

“and where?” The other two male’s present there had their attention on you as well.

“anywhere but not here.”

“Y/n…”

“San, take Hongjoong with you and leave from here. I need some time alone with her.” Yunho cut off Hongjoong’s words and the eldest poked his tongue at his attitude. He nodded and stared at you. San stepped forward, keeping the frame on the table and placing a hand on the eldest’s shoulder and urged him to leave you with Yunho. Hongjoong shrugged his hand away, leaving your shoulder and glared at you before leaving the room. Before turning back, San glanced at you, he wanted to say something but he didn't. He kept quiet, just watched you looking at the doorway from where he left.

He couldn’t say anything because he shouldn’t.

He turned around and quietly left the room.

Leaving behind only Yunho and you.

“Why are you making it hard for us, y/n?”

Your gaze fell on his tall figure. He was walking towards you. You didn’t stop him, neither say anything nor showed any emotion. Just blankly staring at him. but you did hear his question…’making hard for them’…how?

He stopped in front of you, cupping your cheeks to make you look up, “please love us back, y/n.”

How? You all don’t even love me then…what are they expecting from you?

You looked into his orbs. Tears were lining the vision. He was crying. The moonlight peeking inside the room and falling on both of you so that at least you could see each other’s face.

“Please talk to me, y/n. don’t be quiet.”

“Will you say everything to me? why and how?” you whispered to him but he could hear you as he nodded.

“I will tell you everything you want to hear from me.”

“Then tell me…why am I here? Please be honest with me.”

His thumb caressed your cheeks, “you belong to here. To me. to us.” You shook your head, didn’t want to hear the same words again and again. You held his wrist to remove his touch but he gripped it tighter. “look at me and listen to me.”

“I don’t want to hear those same things.”

“don’t you appreciate our friendship? Our efforts to make you happy and make you feel special. Everyone in the school is jealous of you. Do you know that? They wish to be in your place. You are so lucky, y/n.”

“no, I’m not. You all are monsters!”

He chuckled, “yes we are. We keep it secured to us when we want something. And we want you.”

“please let me go. I miss my home.”

“and I will miss you. If I let you go, what will happen to me, y/n? don’t you care for me?”

“NO! I don’t care about anything. We were friends, Yunho. We were good friends. I accepted you all. I liked being with you all. It was so nice and comforting to spend time with all of you but you all have changed. It was just a plan for you to get to this point.”

He remained calm and quiet. Just the way you hate them. You know they won’t speak any of the things you wanted to know. If he is not going to say anything then you would say all you want.

“Why did we become friends back then? You all played with my innocence. You all made my childhood a lie. All those happy memories of us…those fun and promises. Those were fake, right? What do you even want from me? I was just lonely and wanted some friends to share my days…and I really did make the worst decision.” You were glaring but your tired eyes were betraying you and the tears made your vision blurry. The way he was disappearing in the vision, you wanted him to go away from there like that.

But you did love him……maybe a little bit.

“y/n…” his hands fell from your cheek to the wrists, holding it firmly, not caring about your raging eyes but bringing your palms to his lips and softly kissed them, “you are everything to us, y/n. We are doing this for you. Why can’t you accept it? You are having a misconception about us. We are not as bad as you think. It’s you who is making it seem like something else. I love you.”

“No, Yunho…NO…don’t tell me I’m wrong. I know this is going to end in the worst way and one day…you all will regret what you have done.” You snatched your hands from him and stepped back, he carefully watched your attempt to search something.

You bent down and quickly grabbed a tiny object before he could get the grip of it, you held it in front of you, “I will end this today. You all can’t keep me here. Never.”

“y/n, calm down..” he raised his hand but not stepping in your boundary, “you are not going to do anything stupid. You don’t want to hurt me.”

“hurt you?” you laughed, feeling stupid and anger rising with every second, “I really don't do stupid things like hurting you…I wont hurt you because I love you, Yunho and I don’t hurt someone I love.” You took deep breaths, “I’m going to end myself.”

“No!” It was a piece of broken glass.

He immediately reached out his hand at you and held your wrist, turning you around and a small yelp you let out when he threw you on the bed, holding your hands above your head and you were crying and wiggling under his hold.

“y/n, please don’t do this. Please…”

He was crying on top of you. You didn’t say anything as you laid frozen. You lightly tried to push him away but he didn’t budge and he was staring at you, promising a lot of dreams. Again those fake promises.

You looked away from him but as soon as you did, his lips landed on you. Your breathing stopped but you didn’t fight back. You remained surprisingly calm and felt his body weight moved above you. You shut your eyes and he was still staring at you. Titling his head, he got more access. You weren’t kissing back since you’re afraid and lost. He became rough but sometimes slowed down. It was like he was arguing with himself.

“I love you, y/n.”

Not a single reply came out of you. You were just closing your eyes and silently crying. He moved to his side, sitting up and pulled you to his embrace, cradling in his lap and lulled you to sleep, you didn’t protest. You always felt secure in his arms and you hated it the most. As he felt your breath even out and weakly lying in his embrace. He stroked your hair a few times and kissed your temple. Standing up with you in his arms, he went outside the room and walked through the passageway towards his room, where he knew Hongjoong was waiting for him and… you too.

But the thing he didn’t notice was someone standing at the end of the passageway, curling his fist tightly and clenching his teeth. He was not liking the view of his friend carrying you. He hated it. to say it more, he wanted to be him. He should be there. Not him. not them. No one else. Only him.

A hand placed on his shoulder, “Yeosang, what are you watching?”

“I want her.” He turned to his side, “San, I want to keep her with me forever.”

San shook his head, “the stupidity of including her in our life will end us forever someday. And you will regret it. we should have just let her be our friend. not more than that.”

“She is meant to be ours.”

>>>><<<<

Time must have passed well. The boys…well your boys are always kind towards you. Well, sort of. Sometimes, they make you nervous and afraid of them but rest aside, you are really comfortable --- just a reminder that some of them are still not in your go to list.

Even though you are laughing with them, going out with them, getting looks from others because of them and to say less, they have fired some employees because apparently, they heard nonsense about you from them. They are a bit possessive, too much and do you complain about it? of course not. You feel so special and developing feelings for them is an addition to it.

You have gained so many new memories. Some even you remake them. You were afraid to death to convince Seonghwa, San and Hongjoong but surprisingly you didn’t have to work hard because Hongjoong was the first one to tell others to support your ideas.

Just like two months back, you all went to a playground…say it childish but you enjoyed to your fullest and one thing you can’t deny that they all were admiring you. As if you are the person, they always wanted to look at and to have in front of them forever. This really made you wonder why you then left them. Wait! Why did you change your school back then?

One thing you are sure that you grew up in an orphanage but there was a family whose silhouette you could see – not fully but it felt as if you were close to them yet not. Apart from that, you have remembered your life during middle school. Why did you forget them? The memories are so comforting and filled with joy. How you wish to not forget them again!

Wooyoung, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho really told you everything about those times and it did help you more to regain memories fast. Well medicines are playing a huge part too. You haven’t told them about the weekend's check-up with your psychiatrist but you doubt Seonghwa knows about it.

.

.

.

“Are you okay?”

You smiled, showing how comfortable you are with him, “I’m alright.”

But inside, you are fangirling him and freaking out. He is all in a denim outfit with a sunglass resting on top of his head. Can he look more attractive and handsome than he is? You pat your cheek to calm yourself and watch him moving around his cabin.

“I didn’t ask you to stand the whole day. You can sit if you want.”

You laughed suddenly, he looked at you weirdly but returned back towards the shelf. Your slow embarrassing steps take you to the chair and place yourself on it. Why did you laugh? You don’t forget a chance to present yourself like a fool in front of them. Especially in front of Hongjoong. tapping your feet a few times while curiously watching him. you didn’t notice the person standing behind you.

“Is he that interesting to watch?”

“what the fuck!” you placed a hand over your chest and turned your head around. Wooyoung was standing with a wide mischievous grin on his face. You swear you will throw him away from this building If he doesn’t stop scaring you like this. “can’t you make your presence known before you open your mouth?”

He laughed out aloud and soon got a smack from Hongjoong with a file. Ah! The handsome man returned back to you.

“I am that irresistible to watch. And I am so blessed to get her attention on me this whole time.”

Nevermind, he is handsome but he speaks like stupid like others.

“Am I right, y/n?”

“huh?” he raised a brow at you, tilting his head to the side and waiting for your reply. You nod your head, agreeing with him without even knowing to what but still you replied correctly, moreover to boost his ego, “you are looking handsome today, I must say.”

Hongjoong smirks to which you roll your eyes and he swiftly turns to his right to sit on the chair across you around the table.

“You look beautiful, like always.” You blink at him, but soon reply with a light ‘thank you’ and a little smile. An utterly handsome man complimenting you in a very sincere way is just like in fairytales and you are living that dreamy life. You won in life. You are so blessed to get these good-looking best friends --- wait lovers?

He passes you a few files to start with the work for the day.

One thing is to think about, you could remember the first kiss you shared with Yunho at the rooftop, still not sure of the second kiss --- was that really Seonghwa? You can remember the times spent with each one of them. But San --- you haven’t spent enough time with him. why? Was he always this distant from you? But why? But you could feel something is different about the times you have spent with Wooyoung and Yunho then it’s different with Mingi and Jongho and then Hongjoong and San, and in the last Seonghwa and Yeosang. Were you really close with each of them?

Mingi and Jongho had the innocent times with you, the laughs, the silly times at the playground and running around the neighborhood. But the times with Yunho and Wooyoung, there are those secret glances, the admiration, the blooming innocent love --- of course you loved them back then. Right? Forget about it.

Then comes Yeosang, you have bittersweet memories with him. He was always the dual personality type. He would snap at you all someday and the other day, he would again treat you like the most precious one. You loved him but somehow this feeling raised goosebumps on your skin. why?

Now comes the rest three --- you do believe they have the most part of your forgotten past.

Anyways, it’s past, not that it matters to you at the moment.

They are the family you have and you love them.

You are just being paranoid again.

But what if you had a family? There’re still some mysteries apart from all the happy memories. You are just one step behind from knowing all those pasts.

Just the nightmares one. Where you can see people comforting you yet you can't feel the warmth of it. where you can see someone smiling at you but you are scared of it. you can see someone caring and protecting you still you want to run away. Why can't you see the faces? And why do they seem so familiar?

Then you can hear screaming, crying, running away and …home.

Your scared and lost eyes do get noticed by Hongjoong.

It’s clear you are zoning out while helping him out with paperworks. Meanwhile, Wooyoung left when he got a call from San.

“y/n? hey…” he noticed tears flowing down your cheeks, he quickly got up from his chair and got to you, turning your chair around. You flinch on how tightly his grip holds your wrist. Your teary eyes staring at him. He put the pen away from you and wiped the tears. His touch and gestures are so soft and careful not to scare you more. “Why are you crying?”

You blink while shaking your head sideways as you feel salty tears slid into your lips. You immediately wipe it with your fist before smiling again. He again held your wrist and calmly asked, “tell me, y/n. what happened?”

“nothing. It's really nothing, Joong.”

You are crying. This is not good. You can’t cry in front of him.

Not again.

“Look at me,” Hongjoong firmly pulled your chin as his stern yet a softness hiding behind the eyes met your lost one, “is something disturbing you?”

“I am just……scared.” You confessed. There’s no point of lying in this situation. Your whole life is on the edge of truth and lies. Sometimes you know everything and sometimes you don’t know a lot more things than you think you know.

He pulls you up and shakes his head before pulling you in his arms. “don’t be scared. No one is going to hurt you.”

No one is going to hurt you.

He rubs your arms and back softly, you bury your face into his chest, “Joong…” you murmured in his embrace.

“hm?”

“Why do I feel like I have heard this before?”

He rests his chin on top of your head, “what?”

“that no one is going to hurt me. Has anyone hurt me before? Was I bad back then?” you raise your head to look at him, “were you bad back then?”

His figure still. His breath hitched when you asked the question while staring at him with scared eyes. No no. He did nothing. He meant nothing bad to you. Everything happens for a reason.

Hongjoong, the reasons are selfish.

You are selfish.

Everyone is selfish.

“We all are good and bad in some aspects.” A smile appears on his face and he continues, “but you are always a good person. And I will protect you forever. I will keep you safe.”

“Are you pretending to hide something? If not then why are you even doing this?”

His reply comes quickly, “because I love you, y/n. I can’t afford to lose you again. I am sorry for a lot of things but trust me I won’t let you go again.”

“Can I trust you, Joong?” he nodded to himself. You didn’t say ‘love you’ back to him. It’s okay. One day, you will. right?

“always.” He assures you and you hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“don’t break it then.” You whisper.

Hongjoong’s grip loosened but soon he rubbed your back gently, meeting someone’s eyes standing at the door.

San stood there, staring at your figure wrapped around with Hongjoong’s arms.

We already broke your trust, y/n.

And, I feel it’s going to happen……again.

NEXT

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[cuculine-nelipot]

The way I've seen people twisting themselves into knots trying to prove that Ed's treatment of Izzy does not constitute domestic violence is wild. My main question is, does it matter? Does it matter if it doesn't fall into the strictest definition of domestic violence? Does it take away from the fact that we know their relationship to be intimate, that that has been true for decades, that it has devolved into Edward repeatedly, intentionally inflicting pain on Izzy?

The biggest argument I've seen is that what happens between them somehow falls within the bounds of a pirate-typical employer/employee relationship. Cool story! Still abuse. Yes, much of the language frames their relationship as professional; Izzy calls Ed "captain", and Ed frames his mutilation of Izzy as punishment for insubordination or failure to do what was asked of him up to standard. Ed's talk with "Hornigold" might even suggest precedented, typical pirate behaviour. However, neither structure nor precedent means that it isn't abuse. It's still abuse. I'm not even going to bother with doing a deep dive into Ed's psychology and how his persistent framing of their relationship and his actions as "professional" very clearly stems from his inability to confront the truth of himself and, by extension, his feelings about other people, but it bears mentioning. We also see him designate Stede the role of "former shipmate" which we all know doesn't even begin to cover the scope of things - he just doesn't want Anne and Mary, or even Stede to know how personal it was and how deeply it affected him. We do have to contend with the fact that Izzy's and Edward's relationship is explicitly not just professional. They have known each other for decades, largely in the capacity of working together, yes, but they have also lived together for decades. The ship functions as a domestic space for them, and they have no other home. Yes, it's a working relationship, but that work is their entire lives - every aspect of their work directly contributes to the the maintenance of their home. (So yes, this is also means that there's an argument for Ed's treatment of the other crew members as a form of domestic violence.) Furthermore, they both admit to having love for each other - that does not fall within the bounds of a professional relationship. When Izzy's dying Ed says what we have already been shown - that they're family. The did not suddenly turn into family in that moment - unlike the mentor/father figure thing some people decided existed after the fact, we have been shown since the beginning that a great if indefinable intimacy does exist between them - they could not hurt each other as much as they have otherwise. Do you know what another term for domestic violence is? Intimate partner abuse. They had an intimate partnership in which one party had significantly less power than the other and was abused, and all this happened in the context of a shared home, therefore it's domestic violence. Et voilà. I know a lot of people don't particularly care for Izzy and want Ed to be more easily redeemable so we can better imagine his relationship with Stede working and being healthy, but it's just not the story we got. I'm also aware that the writers did not mean to tell a domestic violence story, may have even tried to avoid it with careful semantics, but it's the story they ended up telling anyway. As disappointed as we all are (I would have loved for this to have not happened, there are so many ways they could have explored Ed's and Izzy's dynamic without turning Ed into an abuser) it has to be taken into account now.

Also remember that a lot of people who see it as domestic do so because they have experienced domestic violence and can therefore better identify it when it doesn't fall into the neat, generalised framework we're taught. So I'm just asking everyone to take care how you talk and think about the subject because it is a slippery slope from applying one way of thinking to a piece of fiction, to applying it to reality, and that's a very dangerous game.

[gothidecorem]

Not Alone

A Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x reader comfort one shot

1362 words

A/N: I’ve been dealing with waaayyyy too much the past few days and needed to get my emotions out somehow. The way I see it: big bad horrible Navy man dies, I need sweet ray of sunshine Navy man to swoop in. I used the gif of his dress whites because besides the fact that he’s adorable in them, the only time we see him in his blues is…

I also included the scrapbook pics I mentioned at the end of the story.

TW: mentions of abuse, allusions to sexual abuse, generational trauma, grief. Most of the story is under the cut.

About face

“He will truly be missed”

Present arms

“Your grandfather was a great man”

…military honors…

“He sure loved to be in the cockpit of a P30”

Fire

It was all starting to become too much. The pavilion was feeling 100 times smaller with each passing second. Everyone had something nice to say about him which made you wonder if you had fallen into an alternate reality. In your reality, he was none of these things. He was a horrible man.

“He was a father who cared deeply, and could be strict at times.” You mean when he threw your mother to the floor in front of her siblings? When he would… No, bite your tongue, now’s not the time.

“He showed up to all of the boys’ football games, when he could.” Of course you were hearing this second hand but as far as you knew, he didn’t show up for jack shit. Maybe he went to your cousins’ games but otherwise he was too self-centered.

Hearing all of these things massively contradicted everything you had known about the man. It contradicted all of the trauma he caused for your mom and aunt. If anything, this man should have won an Oscar for how well he hid all of the smarmy shit he’s done in his life. One of your cousins was beside himself because he didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t have a relationship with the man either and he didn’t know how to process it. But with him being 13 years younger and not quite old enough to learn all of the family trauma, you try your best to console him but feel like you fell flat when he needed you.

The entire situation was suffocating and you needed some air. Finding a spot on the far side of one of the cremation walls, you collapse. Just needing to somehow catch your breath. Taking in your surroundings to ground yourself; counting the trees, counting the birds, closing your eyes and pretending you just don’t exist for a few moments. That was, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, your eyes locked onto another set that were all too familiar.

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” Tom said, sitting down next to you.

“Careful, don’t mess up your uniform.” You say, wiping away some tears.

“I’m more worried about you right now.” He says, giving you a look. Having known Ice as long as you have, he knows most of the story about why you don’t have a relationship with your grandfather. You could even see him trying not to make a face during the ceremony.

“Aside from the lies and finding my pictures in his photo album yesterday, I’m-“

“I’m sorry, you what?” the world seemed to slow when you heard the tone change in his voice from concern to anger.

“My pictures. He had pictures of me from when I was 3, 6, and 7 or 8 in his scrapbook. I couldn’t even explain the feelings that have been swirling around in my head since then.” Other than the fact it made you want to vomit.

“Do you know how he got them?”

“No. Neither mom nor I know how because she sure as shit didn’t send them to him. He even had a newspaper clipping from my grandparent’s anniversary announcement. I mean, I get at one point they were in laws but it doesn’t make it any less disturbing.”

“On the bright side, it’s all over. You don’t have to worry about running into him anymore, having to hide your daughter from him anymore, it’s done.” He says, standing up. After brushing his uniform off, he offers you a hand, helping you up from the ground. “Speaking of which, where is she?”

“She’s off, running around with the cousins.” As soon as you say that, the 4 kiddos came racing around the corner.

“What’s eating at you?” Tom asks, looking down at you noticing the far off look on your face again.

“The same question that’s been playing over and over again in my mind since I was about her age…” you say, pointing at your daughter.

“You’re not disposable. I promise. You’re worth more than you realize.”

“It definitely doesn’t seem that way. My grandfather used & abused my mother and treated her like scum therefore I didn’t have a grandfather. My dad thought that life was better 3 hours away and he finally had sons instead of a daughter, so I’m more or less an afterthought. My ex thought making up some whack job story about how he was kidnapped by men with guns was the proper way to get out of the relationship instead of talking to me about what was going on in his head. Both of them also deciding their relationships with my daughter wasn’t important either. No one ever stays, they always leave.” At this point you were on the verge of tears and holding them back was about to not be an option. Before you could even muster another thought, a strong set of arms pulled you in tight.

“Look at me.” Tom said, pulling an arm away so he could lift your chin up to look at him. “You are not responsible for any of their actions. None of that is your fault. You can’t blame yourself for them not knowing what they had and lost. Not everyone leaves. I’m still here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You say that, but the other shoe is always waiting to drop.” Before you could say anything else, your full name was flying from his mouth.

“I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.” He emphasized every word. At this time, Ron rounded the corner.

“Hey, I was wondering where you two ran off to.” He said, then noticing the tight squeeze Ice currently had you in. He gave you both a knowing look.

“And besides being stuck with me, you’re stuck with this one as well.” Tom said, smirking.

“I’m like glitter. Just when you think I’m gone, POOF, there I am.” That garnered a giggle from you.

“I love you both, I truly do.” You say, side hugging the both of them.

“One of us, maybe a bit more than the other.” Tom joked, placing a kiss on your cheek. Ron scoffed, playfully.

“I can’t believe you’d question my love for her. I’d protect her like she was my own-” Tom, living up to his callsign, shot Ron an icy glare. Ron, living up to his, tipped his hat and slid his way out of the conversation.

“Is this your way of asking me out, Kazansky?” You ask, playfully, but blushing at the same time.

“Not the time or place, darling. But, if you’d be up for it, maybe I’ll officially ask when we’re out of here.”

“While I enjoy the thought, there’s a little someone you might need to get permission from first.”

“TOM!” you hear your little girl yell at the top of her lungs, just now realizing he was here. She ran over and practically jumped into his arms.

“Hey kiddo! You probably didn’t recognize me in full uniform, did ya?” he asks as she grabs his hat and places it on her head.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” You say, as he readjusts your daughter to sit better on his hip and using his other arm to wrap it around your waist.

“Mom, I’m starving.” Your 5 year old says.

“Since it’s a long drive home, yes, we can stop and get food.”

“Sounds like you’re taking me up on that offer.” Tom whispers in your ear.

“Zip it, Kazansky.” You say playfully, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“GET A ROOM!” You hear Slider yell across the parking lot. Whipping your head around to say something, you look back and see that Maverick & Goose have already taken care of it for you, simultaneously smacking him in the stomach.

You didn’t know what the future held, which terrified you. But in the present? You had your daughter, you had Ice, you had your friends, and that’s all that mattered.

The scrapbook pics I found:

It’s been a couple days and the feeling still makes me massively uneasy. But, as stated, he’s gone. I don’t have to worry about him anymore.

[saintsir4n]

BRIAN O’CONNER SFW ALPHABET

a = affection - brian is affectionate toward carson.

he loves to show her how much he cares and deeply listens to her, through the gifts he buys, or how he engages in conversations. he’s always actively listening. his cop background helps with that.

b = best friend — as a best friend, they would

bond first over their love of cars, or car designs. they’d meet at a street race. he’d be impressed by her driving and the detailing on her car, and potentially want her to design something for him or teach him some moves.

c = cuddles — brian loves to be holding carson.

cuddling, he’ll do usually whenever they’re in bed, or standing near each other. he’d be the big spoon, and sometimes, he’d lay on her chest, head on her breasts and breathing in her scent.

d = domestic — settling down is definitely on the

cards for them, however, neither would want to bring it up first. Instead, they just act like a married couple; cooking (carson cooks, brian cleans)

e = ending — if they were to break up up, carson

would be the one to do it. when discovers his lies, she would drop the entire relationship. brian would fight for them but she would just leave it.

f = fiancé — they’re committed to each other and

brian has imagined many times putting a ring on her finger, just as much as carson has envisioned wearing one.

g = gentle — emotionally… carson is the one to talk. she wears her heart on her sleeve.

brian is more reserved, keeping his feelings close to his chest. but physically, he’s gentle with her, treating her like a queen, he does the same.

h = hugs — they hug upon greeting and then

saying goodbye.

i = i love you — brian would want to say it first,

but carson would just blurt it out. she would be embarrassed, but he would immediately say it back, assuring her of his deep and intimate feelings for her.

j = jealousy — it’s obvious whenever brian is

jealous. it’s all over his face. he glares or scowls when he’s jealous. he asks or says stupid or inappropriate things.

k = kisses — kisses between brian and carson

start soft and cute, then get heated and passionate as the moment continues. neck kisses are carson’s favourite. secretly brian adores having his forehead kissed.

l = little ones — children would come up randomly.

brian knows how sensitive the topic is, especially since carson was abandoned by her mom, and left without a dad. he always thought she like be a great mom, but knows whenever they’re ready, it’ll happen. he would love to start a family with her.

m = morning — brian is always up first.

in the minutes or hours, he’s up before carson, he just lays with his arms wrapped around her, admiring her.

n = night — they fall asleep to music playing in the

background. brian would hear carson slowly get quieter as she tries telling him about their plans for the next day.

o = open — brian isn’t an open book.

it would take a lot for brian to tell carson details about his past. she’d respect it, yet she is curious about his childhood, his parents, and his old friends. something serious would have to happen for him to reveal anything. and even then, it would be a gradual process.

p = patience — brian only gets angry when he’s

protective over carson or feels like something is wrong, like he’s being disrespected; like another guy trying to hit on carson right in front of him. other than that he’s a pretty chill guy.

q = quizzes — brian doesn’t say it often, but he

would remember passing comments that carson would say. on their first date, she mentioned a car ornament that she wanted. weeks later and she was randomly gifted with it. he’s an attentive guy. he would rarely forget anything about carson.

r = remember — brian’s favourite moment about

his and carson’s relationship is them in the garage. they can be wrapped up in each others company and find themselves in either complete silence, or engaging in a conversation. and neither would notice anyone else, just each other.

s = security — brian is naturally protective. he’s a

cop, an undercover one, but a cop nonetheless. whether it’s an arm around carson’s shoulder, walking on the edge of the sidewalk or even just making sure she’s wearing a seatbelt when he’s driving, he’s gonna make sure she’s okay and safe. carson would protect brian by keeping close whenever they’re near people he doesn’t know. she would defend him always.

t = try — their dates would always be very

spontaneous, or planned them the day before. they’re thrill seakers, it’s in their veins. however, with gifts and every day tasks, they’d make sure each other knows they’re always listening and aware of what needs to be done or potentially bought.

u = ugly — brian’s anger is a bad habit of his.

carson would hate when he wouldn’t just say what’s wrong. he would take his frustrations out on her and make it feel like she’s at fault. carson can be similar, although her focus shifts if she feels upset and does not acknowledge when he’s trying to help.

v = vanity — they’re a pretty people, that’s it.

w = whole — brian couldn’t focus if he doesn’t

know if carson is okay or not. just one text would suffice and until then, he’s internally panicking.

x = xtra — he loves how put together she is.

how pink is her favourite colour and how good it effortlessly looks on her. he’d take picture of her whenever (with her permission of course,) she’s his screensaver.

y = yuck — he wouldn’t like blatant disrespect

or to be ignored. he loses it when carson doesn’t acknowledge him or just disregards him. if they’re gonna argue, he wants to argue not to leave it alone. (very hypocritical but oh well)

z = zzz — brian can sometimes talk in his sleep.

or sometimes can only sleep when his shirt is on carson. he loves to the feel of his sheets on her, before bed.

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a/n:

don’t know why this took so long to post

[ingravinoveritas]

You've probably got a thousand things to say about the latest "The Kiss" info, but I have been thinking about it all morning, especially about the way there seems to be no need to acknowledge it between the two of them. They just went for it, and then they didn't feel the need to talk about it. Idk about everyone else but to me that just feels like to them, this was just a kiss among perhaps many. They knew the song and dance around it already, so there was no need to mark it as different other than it being in characters rather than out of.

But those are just my thoughts. So excited to hear about yours if you have any :3

Hi there! Oh, yes…yes, I do have so many thoughts about Michael talking about the kiss, and The Assembly in general.

Something I'm not sure I've mentioned on here (at least not in a long time) is that five years ago (in June of 2019), I wrote a thread on Twitter about fanfic and why it was so important to me as an autistic woman, as well as the role it played when I began to discover my sexuality. I received a lovely comment from Neil, and on top of that, Michael reposted it from me, which was entirely unexpected but delightful.

So when I first heard about The Assembly, I was anxious, apprehensive, and uncomfortable--mainly because of how the autistic/ND interviewers would potentially be depicted on screen. By the end of the show, however, I was in tears--and for once, in a good way. Michael did not let me down for one single second (which I did not think he would), and I loved how he and everyone else just held space for each other during the group singalong to "Here Comes the Sun."

(The only thing I haven't liked is seeing some of the response on social media that suggests Michael did an extraordinary thing just by talking to autistic/disabled people like we are human beings. It shouldn't be special when he or anyone else does that, but it's depicted that way because it is unfortunately still so rare...)

In terms of Michael talking about the kiss with David, it was of course so lovely to see his expressions and listen to him talk about what it was like. For me it was the fact that he actually didn't say that much that was so revealing. It was perfectly in line with what was reported about what Michael said a month ago, about it being "everything you dream of." With the Assembly, we could now see and hear him talking about it and that same carefulness with which he gave the previous answer--a carefulness borne not out of wanting to hide something, but wanting to keep something about the kiss private. Just for him and David.

I also feel like some folks might have misunderstood what he meant when he said, "We never talk about it," though. I think the unspoken part after that is, "We never talk about it, not because we don't want to, but because we don't need to"...

And I agree with you that it was exactly that--one kiss out of many, something so tried and true that neither David nor Michael had to give it much thought. It also makes me think of previous discussions about comments from David about how, between the sunglasses and the contact lenses for Crowley, he couldn't see shit, yet he only needed one take to find Michael's lips. It's like needing a GPS when you drive someplace new, but then it quickly becomes familiar, and after a while you don't need anyone to tell you how to get there. Because you already know the way home.

Talking about the kiss like this almost gives a feeling of domesticity, of something deeply intimate, beyond the physical. I'm thinking of it as well in tandem with David's comments from prior to the BAFTAs, about it being "another day at work" and saying that Michael had "brushed his teeth." There are so many examples from movies or TV shows where a couple wakes up in bed together in the morning and when one person goes in for a kiss, the other stops them and says "Not until you've brushed your teeth" (or something to that effect). And it just makes me picture them getting up to film that day and sharing a good morning kiss, after which David gently reminds Michael to brush his teeth before he gets to the set. (And he does, because Michael never forgets anything David tells him.)

The last thing that I wanted to mention that stood out to me was Michael talking about how moved everyone was--both the people who watched the kiss be filmed on set, and the fans who watched it in the show. You could actually hear the way his voice caught in his throat, hear him become emotional just from remembering that. And it made me think back to when GO 2 came out last summer, in the midst of the Writers Strike (and then SAG-AFTRA) and how Michael was probably reading all of the fan reactions online and feeling very much the same way, even though he couldn't say anything about it.

So it becomes even more poignant and compelling that now, when he finally can say anything he wants at all about the kiss, he gives us so little. Or maybe just enough, with a small, knowing smile on his face. Because he's found a boy he likes, and he has his photo.

Those are my thoughts on Michael talking about the kiss on The Assembly. I know it's been a week now, but hopefully everyone has had time to process it too, so I'd love to hear what you all think. Thank you for writing in! x

[donnalawliet]

Don't make promises you can't keep (Derek x Five oneshot)

Yet another fic in which Five gets together with Derek, his CIA colleague, instead of Lila. This takes place during Season 4. Together, Five and Derek investigate Sy Grossman and the Keepers. However, what they find out only caused pain and a tragedy that could have been avoided. (This starts as fluff, but ends with pure angst, no happy ending here.)

Warning: Character Death and Depictions of Violence.

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Whenever Five went out for a mission, Derek couldn’t help but worry a little bit. Sure, Five was experienced, hardened by years of surviving in an apocalypse and working as an assassin, not to mention passing the CIA training with flying colours. But despite all of that, the worry remained.

By no means did the younger man panic or pace in his office, that would have been pointless and stopped him from doing actual work while he waited for his partner to return. However, he found himself glancing at his watch more often, checking the clock on the wall to make sure it was accurate.

The Keepers case that Five had picked up didn’t seem that dangerous either. Just a support group that had the potential of turning into a cult, nothing new. The United States were full of people like them, though they all had different goals and intentions.

The organising principle made the Keepers interesting, hence why Five investigated them. Derek had oftentimes asked his boyfriend why he insisted on this case, especially because he could have almost any case he asked for. For quite a while, Five refused to answer that question, until one night.

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Derek had been laying on the couch, his head resting against his partner’s knee so he wouldn’t have to lay down flat. They had been watching Pride and Prejudice , though neither of them remembered the version.

“Why don’t you drop the Keepers case and go after something more interesting?“, he had asked him, half expecting Five to not bother with an answer. But surprisingly, Five sighed and leaned back, brushing his longer hair behind his ears. His eyes remained fixed on the screen.

“Because I have a gut feeling. There is something more, I know it. And I’m so close to finding out what. How about we don’t question each other’s gut, okay?“

His tone told Derek immediately that Five was serious. And he was right, almost every agent at the CIA knew that one shouldn’t question a gut feeling. Oftentimes, pure logic wasn’t the way to go during a mission and the first instinct shouldn’t be ignored. Even though Derek had often thought of his boyfriend as the pure logical type, he had been proven wrong before. Five had a deeply caring and empathetic side.

He just refused to show it openly, it only came out when he was around people he truly loved. At first, that had only been his family. But eventually, he had started to do the same with Derek.

It was quite endearing to him, listening to Five quote Shakespeare or Homer, in the original Greek of course, whenever he had trouble falling asleep. The oldest Hargreeves showed his affection by bringing him tea when he was working late, by threatening their co-workers that dared to disrespect him based of how he looked.

And so, Derek nodded slowly in agreement.

“Okay. I won’t question yours, you won’t question mine. We’ll trust each other on this“, Derek had replied with a smile and they had gone back to watching the movie. Ever since that day, that promise had persisted.

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Whenever Five prepared to leave for his undercover missions, Derek insisted on a goodbye kiss in the privacy of their shared office before he could leave the building. And even though Five shrugged it off as stupid at first, he eventually stopped questioning it. Instead, he actively looked forward to their goodbye ritual.

Never had he received an answer as to why Derek did it. Though the answer was quite simple: Just in case Five didn’t come back, Derek wanted their last interaction to be one of affection, not one of normalcy, overshadowed by the fear of not seeing the other alive ever again.

After hours of waiting for his partner to return, Derek could no longer feel the familiar warmth on his lips. He was stuck waiting and catching up on paperwork, reworking the report for the tenth time. It had a calming effect on him, to fill out documents and scratch off another point from his list. Finally, Derek got a text from Five, telling him that he was on his way.

And that was enough to send him into motion. Almost like clockwork, Derek closed the file that contained Five’s report on the Keepers, picking it up from his neatly organised desk. He had already set Five’s three piece suit to the side. While his undercover clothes fulfilled their purpose and Derek even liked the mustache…they couldn’t present their findings to Director Ribbons like that.

Once he had gathered everything, Derek quickly glanced in the mirror to readjust his tie and glasses. He didn’t want anyone to think that he was slacking off after all.

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Upon entering, Five spotted Derek almost immediately in the corner of his eye.

“You’re late“, his boyfriend reminded him, but his tone held no accusation. It was a simple statement and reminder. While he said that, Five extended his hand to take the offered suit. He couldn’t wait to change out of the Top Gun attire and get back into proper clothing that made him feel as though people took him seriously.

“I know“, Five sighed softly and under his breath, so quiet that only his partner could hear it, he mumbled two more words: “Thank you.“

Not a lot of people got to hear these words from him. Maybe as a result of his father rarely thanking anyone for their effort. But Five had tried recently to do it more, he didn’t want to end up like his old man after all.

As they walked next to each other, making their way towards the stairs together, Derek looked Five over with a soft smile. He was glad that he had made it back safe and that he could finally relax a bit more. The rest of the day was going to go along smoothly.

“Mustache“, he reminded him, unable to keep the slight amusement out of his voice. Even though he valued his professionalism, sometimes right after returning from a mission, he found it adorable how his partner could forget about small details.

“Right.“ A light blush appeared on Five’s face as he reached up, removing the fake mustache from his face and handing it over in exchange for the file in Derek’s hands. They had to hurry a bit more, they both knew that. There was no time for exchanging pleasantries.

“He’s waiting in his office“, Derek told him as they jogged up the stairs in unison. Neither of them liked their boss very much, yet they had to tolerate him. If he approved the case, it would give them further freedom for investigation.

During the talk with Director Ribbons, Derek was forced to keep his mouth shut. He wasn’t a big fan of it, he wanted to help his partner…but ultimately, Five was the one that had to do the report. There was no other way, so Derek had to simply sit there, smile and listen. He paid attention to what was being said, yet that was all he could do.

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“Why did he not listen?“, he asked once the meeting was over, leading Five back to their office, “You are making progress on this. You got an invitation to a bigger meeting, that has to count for something!“

Five snorted quietly and set his report down. He had half expected an answer like this, but that didn’t mean he would give up. Once he had bitten down, he was like a shark. He refused to let go and he knew that Derek was the same. One of the reasons why he loved him.

“It’s fine. I’ll still go to that meeting, figure out what’s going on“, he pulled on his coat and yawned a bit, “But for today, I’m done. I have to be a good uncle, attend my niece’s birthday and make sure she doesn’t forget me.“

After all, Five had taken the CIA job with the intent of keeping his family safe. The reward was small, but he wasn’t going to miss out on it.

Derek sighed heavily, then nodded. He hadn’t met Five’s family in person yet, but he knew of course how important they were to him.

“Very well. I’ll finish up my paperwork, go to my book club meeting…we’ll see each other later, okay?“ His voice turned a bit softer now that they were alone and Derek carefully extended his hand towards him.

A small chuckle made its way past Five’s lips, but he still obliged the silent request. He took his boyfriend’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

“Okay. See you tonight. Or in the morning, depends how long this will take.“

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It ended up taking much longer than anticipated. By the time Derek had finished up his meetings, prepared dinner for himself and the dog, Five still hadn’t come back. But that was no surprise to him, Keeper meetings tended to take a bit longer. Plus, he wasn’t going to deprive his boyfriend of valuable family time.

“Looks like it’s just you and me tonight, huh?“, he asked the dog, but Mr.Pennycrumb was already dozing on the bed, half buried underneath the blanket.

Derek sighed heavily and made his way into the bathroom for his evening routine, taking off his glasses before he showered, followed by washing his face and brushing his teeth. Five called it extensive sometimes, but it helped him sleep. He had already done plenty of reading at the book club, so Derek only managed a few pages before he yawned.

“Goodnight“, Derek whispered mostly to himself, turning off the lights before he curled up on his side of the bed. Just before sleep could completely pull him under, he faintly detected the sound of a door opening, the scent of sake and someone laying down next to him.

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The next morning, Five got up early. He was feeling miserable, but he chalked it up to the alcohol he had consumed the night before. No matter what, he would keep going. Derek was still asleep by the time he got ready and he didn’t feel like waking him up when he had at least one hour of sleep left. For a few minutes, he looked down at his boyfriend, resisting the urge to trace his soft features and brush a strand of stray hair out of his face.

Please don’t let the world end again, he thought to himself, smiling at Derek and his dog before walking into the kitchen. Five kept his breakfast simple, grabbing a piece of paper while he devoured his peanutbutter and marshmallow sandwich.

Investigate Sy Grossman, he proceeded to write down for Derek, Complete screening for any criminal records or suspicious activities, top to bottom.

After a moment of hesitation, Five added three more words: I love you.

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Upon arriving at work, Five continued to get worse. He was sweating, his head was pounding and no matter how much coffee he consumed, it didn’t get better. Not to mention that he felt as though his guts kept rearranging themselves. And yet, he kept pushing forward. While Derek was busy with the background check, he looked through the files that they already had on him.

“Come on, there has gotta be something“, he mumbled and picked up his cup. The projected slides kept changing and it became more difficult for him to keep up.

Derek entered his office a few seconds later, holding a copy of Sy Grossman’s files in his arms. He had woken up without Five by his side and had immediately gotten to work after finding his note. And while he wasn’t angry by any means, he was a bit confused. Five hadn’t given him any additional explanation about why he wanted further information. However, with his Keeper’s meeting the previous evening, it wasn’t hard for Derek to guess a rough connection.

“Sy Grossman? He checks out. He’s a legit taxpayer“, Derek told him, a bit frustrated that he had found nothing. Not even the tiniest criminal record to speak of, which didn’t help them at all.

“Well, I’ll be damned“, Five mumbled and went to stand up just as Derek turned to leave. In the next second, something rather peculiar happened. One second Five was there, in the next he found himself in a strange subway…before suddenly getting transported back into his chair. That occurence was almost enough to give him whiplash. He was used to a lot of things, but never before had his stomach flipped so much. It was truly disorienting, to the point that he barely registered Derek was speaking to him.

“Five!“, Derek repeated, almost in a pleading way, “Are you feeling okay? What’s going on?“

Never before had he seen his boyfriend like this and it worried him. Five rarely got sick and even when he did, he never let it show or allowed anyone to take care of him. So when Five grunted in pain upon pushing himself up, Derek got close to calling a doctor.

“No…I don’t think I am okay“, Five mumbled and grabbed his coat, “Tell the director that I’m taking a sick day.“

Before he could leave though, a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. They were usually around the same height, but with the strange sickness forcing him to hunch over, Derek seemed much taller all of the sudden.

“Tell me what’s going on with you.“

In all the years that they had known each other, Derek had rarely sounded commanding. It was generally not in his nature to do so. He worked in the background, did what was necessary while keeping a lot of his thoughts to himself until they became relevant. And Five liked that about him.

“I don’t know it either“, Five admitted and pulled himself out of his grip, attempting to straighten up, “But I need to talk to my family. Please, you have to let me do this. Do more research on the Keepers and Sy Grossman…I have a gut feeling.“

Derek bit his lip hard enough for it to almost start bleeding. He was unsure what he should do next. Attempting to stop Five could end quite badly. They had promised each other to not question a gut feeling.

“Please…promise me that you’ll come back and be okay“, Derek whispered, not stepping aside just yet. He was still blocking the exit so the other man couldn’t get out. Once Five nodded, he stepped aside though, letting him kiss his cheek before leaving again.

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For a few seconds, Derek stayed where he was, then took a deep breath.

“Screw it…I have a gut feeling too“, he mumbled to himself and opened the file. In his previous research, he had asked the corresponding department to do the background check on Sy Grossman. A normal agent rarely did all of the research himself, it would take far too long. But Derek couldn’t shake the thought that something about that man was…off. And not just because Five had asked him to look into it.

So he decided to start from square one, throwing himself into the work ahead. Despite looking like an innocent lamb most of the time, in moments like these, Derek acted like a wolf. He identified his prey, bit down and refused to let go until it gave him what he wanted.

It took him multiple hours, two broken pencils, six cups of tea and an entire notebook full of speculations, but eventually, Derek leaned back in triumph. Something was definitely off with Sy Grossman. A few weeks ago, he had gotten a tattoo at a parlor in Red Deer. Just before that, his dry cleaning shop had closed for a so called vacation.

But that was most definitely out of character, because Sy was a practicing muslim, belonging to a branch that openly condemned tattoos or other permanent body modification. It was a small detail, but enough for Derek’s alarm bells to start ringing. Just before he could call Five though, his phone rang.

“Yes, Derek Young here“, he answered, his tone neutral. Upon hearing the report though, his eyes widened underneath his glasses.

“Five found a farm where what happened?!“

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Normally, Derek was perfectly content with remaining in his office. But a massacre with tentacles…that was something he couldn’t miss out on.

“Thank God, you’re safe“, he let out a sigh of relief once he spotted his boyfriend, walking over towards him. The other Hargreeves siblings seemed to be busy elsewhere.

Five blinked slowly in surprise, then took his hands, squeezing them reassuringly, “Yeah, I’m safe, just like I promised. Derek, what are you doing here?“

He was still planning to talk to forensics, the director and some of his other colleagues, but that could wait. Something told him that Derek hadn’t just come over to check on him. And he ended up being right.

“Walk with me, Mr.Five“, Derek said firmly and lead him to the side of the crime scene, away from the CIA agents, “Listen. You were right. Something is fishy about Sy Grossman. I don’t know yet what. We have to check out his appartment, look for more clues. I have the feeling that this could be something truly big.“

He kept his voice low the entire time. Derek was excited, sure, but he couldn’t let it show just yet.

“And we can’t tell the Director, Five. I think there’s a reason the first background check came back clean. Someone up the ladder doesn’t want us to know about this.“

Five rubbed his eyes hard as he processed the given information. It was certainly quite a lot and he couldn’t help but be a bit proud of his partner. But at the same time, he was worried what would happen if they both ended up going.

“You’re absolutely right“, he whispered back, one hand holding onto Derek’s elbow, “We have to find out more. But I have the feeling the Director won’t allow me to go near this, he wants me to solve this case first. If he’s behind this, I’m probably already on his radar. You’re not. You should go, I’ll keep him distracted.“

Derek shifted, scanning their surroundings once more. It had been a while since he had done…leg work, as some would call it.

“Okay“, he finally sighed heavily, “But how do you plan to distract him?“

A small smirk began to form on Five’s face and he gently turned Derek’s face into the direction where Diego and Luther were standing.

“They will do the distracting for me, I’ll let the director babysit. While they do that, I will investigate this massacre and you will look into Sy Grossman“, he explained, then cursed as he realised his tie was crooked.

Derek laughed quietly and reached forward, meticulously redoing Five’s tie for him. There was genuine affection in his movements.

“Okay, I’ll do that. I’ll give you a call if I find something, please call me back“, he instructed him and readjusted his glasses once he was done.

Five nodded slowly and went to leave. But something deep down didn’t allow him to do so. Maybe his boyfriend had turned him soft, though he wouldn’t mind for once if he did. He took a deep breath, turning back around to face Derek.

“We’ll both return safely, okay? I promise, do you promise that too?“

Instead of answering, Derek leaned forward to kiss him. It didn’t last for long and was by no means deep, just a short touching of their lips. Yet it did the job of fulfilling their ritual for saying goodbye.

“I promise.“

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It had been a while since Derek had gone out on a mission with gun, badge and everything. He knew the protocoll of course, but it had been a long time nonetheless. Ever since he and Five started working together as partners to be exact. And yet, he couldn’t deny that the adrenaline provided a certain thrill.

Derek pulled up to the house next to Sy Grossman’s appartment, making sure he wasn’t there. No car, no lights on…it was now or never. Entering through the main entrance would be way too obvious, so he settled for entering through the alleyway window, which was thankfully unlocked. Derek grunted a bit as he climbed onto the trashcans, using that as leverage to pull himself through the window. It was by no means an elegant entry, but he would manage.

Upon entering, he noticed that the appartment seemed bare. As if no one had really been living inside of it for weeks. The food inside of the fridge was rotten and the goldfish inside of the large aquarium in Sy’s bedroom floated on the surface belly side up.

“Please don’t let this be a dead end“, Derek mumbled, but he felt as though he already knew the answer for that. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find any documents or condemning evidence. After about an hour of searching, he sighed heavily and jumped out of the window again. This time though, the bins didn’t support his weight and the lid flew off in the process.

“Damn it!“, he cursed just before he hit the ground, hard. Luckily for him, nothing seemed to be broken. Most likely, he would end up with a bruise. Derek groaned as he pushed himself up, dusting off his jacket and making sure his glasses hadn’t gotten damaged.

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Suddenly, a putrid smell reached his nostrils, along with the sound of flies buzzing. Slowly, he made his way over to the bins, which were now open after the rusty lock had flown off alongside the lid. Instead of apple peels and carton containers for pasta, Derek found rotten flesh.

Human organs, to be exact. Intestines, a heart, a kidney, what looked like a chunk of liver, a pair of lungs…If it hadn’t been for his training, he would have vomited from disgust right then and there. The smell along with the visuals was something that no slasher movie could ever recreate. It was the real deal. Derek went deadly pale, covering his mouth as he took a few steps back, reaching for his phone.

“Come on, Five, please, pick up“, he pleaded with his phone, almost crying out in frustration when the answering machine responded, “Okay, Five, listen. I’m at Sy Grossman’s appartment and I found evidence of a murder. The guy has literal organs in his trash. I’ll take them to forensics, see what they can find out. Please, as soon as you get this message, call me back! This is important.“

Derek would have said more, but the beep signalised that his time was over. With a groan of frustration, he deposited the phone in his pocket and pulled on gloves, along with a plastic bag. He didn’t know that the organs belonged to Sy Grossman, the very man he had been investigating.

“God, this is disgusting…“, he mumbled as he packaged the heart, “What the hell is wrong with-“

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He cut himself off suddenly. Not only did Derek have the faint feeling that he was being watched, he also heard footsteps and the sound of someone whistling a tune. So after taking a deep breath, he dropped the bag and pulled out his gun.

“Sy Grossman, you’re under arrest and in custody of the CIA for suspected manslaughter! Everything you will say will be used against you, you have the right to remain silent!“

The man in front of him didn’t seem intimidated in the slightest, looking him over from top to bottom like he was inspecting a car he intended to buy. He didn’t say anything at first, he just continued to whistle his tune as he took a step forward.

Derek’s grip on the gun tightened, but he refused to back off now. He was an agent, it was his job to deal with people like this. If Five could do it, so could he.

“I’m warning you! Not one step closer or I’ll shoot!“

Unlike in cop dramas though, he actually did shoot when the man stepped closer. It was by no means fatal, just above the clavicle. But it was enough to stop him in his tracks.

“This could have all been so simple“, the man remarked, seemingly only slightly inconvienced by the pain, “But CIA…you might still be of use.“

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Before he could shoot again or ask what Sy Grossman meant by that, everything happened very quickly. One second they stood there, the next second Derek felt as though his abdomen went up in flames and he gasped sharply. A barbed tentacle, belonging to the man in front of him, had embedded itself in his lower stomach, though the angle suggested that his upper organs had been hit as well.

The resulting pain was immense. Everything his mind seemed to register was pain, his veins seemed to transport agony, not blood. Derek tried to scream, but the wind had been knocked out of him. While he still attempted to struggle, the red patch on his sweater grew larger and larger. His glasses must have fallen down in the chaos, not that he had noticed. Blood had meanwhile made its way into his lungs and up his throat, coating his tongue.

“Five!“, Derek attempted to call out, but it was useless, “Five…!“

His partner wasn’t there and even if he was, his voice was far too quiet. No one would hear him, except for his killer. His knees had grown too weak to support his weight, buckling underneath Derek like they were made out of paper. And surprisingly, his murdered kneeled down with him, leading him down onto the ground so he could lay down. At that point, the pain had grown duller, his vision darkening with every second that passed.

He knew in that moment that he was going to die, he would never see his dog or Five ever again. Derek attempted to reach into his pocket, a futile attempt to call Five again, but Sy, or rather the thing that pretended to be him, grabbed his wrist, effectively stopping him. A tear slowly made its way down Derek’s cheek, falling down onto the cold concrete. His body was giving up and his mind responded by conjuring up a mental image of Five, smiling at him.

If he concentrated, which was starting to get tough, Derek could feel his lips against his own, their goodbye kiss. Deep down, he felt sorry for breaking his promise. He would not return safely to Five, he would not get to hug him or listen to his stories again. As much as he tried to focus on his good memories, the sting of regret and guilt remained.

At that point, Derek had stopped moving, his green eyes staring up at the cloudy sky. He was holding onto his life by a thread, which seemed enough for his killer though. The feeling of dying was similar to falling asleep, the moments before reminiscent of the short time period before sleep fully enveloped the mind and body. There was a vague sense of what was happening, but no way to know for sure or check.

In Derek’s case, he felt as though the creature, now with woman’s hands, ripped his body open. No pain, only the sensation of getting his insides removed. The last thing he saw before everything went dark were blue eyes, belonging to a woman’s face, looking down at him as cold as an icy morning in November.

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A few minutes later, Derek’s body stood up again. Effortlessly, as if he used no energy to do so. A sigh escaped his lips and he picked up his glasses, which had only gotten slightly cracked. Slowly, he put his glasses back on, straightening out and cracking his neck, in a manner Derek had done many times before.

“Back to work“, he seemingly tested out his voice, then reached into his pocket, dialing Five’s number again. Derek’s boyfriend was currently stuck in a subway with no reception, so he wouldn’t get the messages until much later.

“Hey Five, it’s me“, Derek’s voice spoke as he made his way back towards his car, “I found the body of Sy Grossman. Somebody seemingly got to him, I don’t know yet who it could be. Meet me at HQ, okay? Love you.“

The beep ended the one sided conversation once more. He sighed softly as he started the car, turning the mirror so he could make eye contact with himself.

“Now…let’s make sure Diego and Luther don’t cause too much damage“, his lips turned upwards into a smirk. After that, he could still deal with Gene and Jean.

One thing after another.

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I know this was sad, but I still hoped you liked it. For me, the scene in which Derek talks with Luther and reports him to his boss in S4 E5 just felt...off. So this is an explanation of sorts as to why he might be acting like that.

If you liked it, leave some likes or a comment. Every time you do, it really makes my day and fills me with energy to keep going.

Until next time,

-Donna Lawliet

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness IX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: A little mention of smut but that’s all

Word Count: 1,7K

Notes: I will never be able to express how grateful I am for you amazing support, I managed to get a chapter together, writing has been a form of distraction for me and I love it so much, the end of march is always hard for me since my grandpa’s passing, but with your love and with this story, things got a little more bearable. Thank you so much for everything ❤️

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Y/N sighed opening her eyes, some beads of sweat on her forehead as she kept tossing and turning all night, she dreamed of him, in the dream he didn’t stop her hand, he had pulled her closer and kissed her, bringing her to his chamber and fucking her like the world was about to end. She shouldn’t be having those dreams, those feelings, those desires about him, everything about him confused her, especially how she felt empty whenever she was around him, like some vital part of her was missing, and she hated that.

She gave up, shoving her blankets aside and going to take a bath. The sun was already starting to appear behind the mountains, she took her time, washing her body and hair and getting ready for the meeting.

The only one in a good mood was Evanore, she made small talk but neither Y/N nor Azriel paid much attention, too busy trying to avoid each other. He hasn’t been able to look at her, too ashamed of his actions to even speak, he was afraid that if she looked into his eyes, she would see what he did last night while he thought of her. Y/N wasn’t much different, embarrassed of her feelings, she looked at him and only saw her dream, and the ache in her body wishing it was real, the desire both carried for each other burning so deeply that it hurt.

Azriel was only able to think about something else when he stepped in the living room of the House of Wind, Evanore’s powers stronger than the magic that protected the place, the inner circle members were all there, even Feyre’s sisters. Rhys and Cassian were the first ones to jump on him, greeting him and asking him how he had been.

“You left without saying goodbye.” Morrigan said, pulling him in for a hug, and unlike before, his heart didn’t skip a beat, he didn’t feel the necessity to hold her closer, he didn’t see her as the woman he loved, he saw her as the friend he missed dearly, and the realisation confused him. He has always been so sure of how he felt about Morrigan, he loved her and would love her forever, he knew that, but something inside of him had changed, someone had changed his feelings for the blonde, and he suspected that someone was the female hugging Cassian like they were old friends.

“Duty called.” He joked. Rhys clapped his hands, bringing the attention to him, and announced that the breakfast was served and they should eat. They sat at the dinner table, various food and drinks appearing in front of them, Evanore’s stomach made a loud noise and they laughed, starting to eat.

“How is the High Lord’s life Az?” Feyre asked, biting her toast.

“I don’t know how Rhys does it, it’s exhausting, I might need some vacation after the war.” He smiled, he felt complete in the presence of his family, he missed them so much.

“It’s a hard job, but I’m sure you do it great.” Rhys commented.

“It’s easy when you have someone to do the work for you.” Y/N joked and Eva laughed, winking at him, he rolled his eyes.

“Those males, always needing a strong female to take care of things for them. Right, Amren? Right, Feyre?” Mor said and the females smiled.

“You’re right, always us, cleaning after their messes.” Amren nodded, her voice too strong to match her tiny body, she didn’t eat, only sipping on a goblet, the red liquid staining her lips.

“Ha ha, I can take care of that court with my eyes closed.” Azriel stated, Y/N rose an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.

“Then you don’t need help preparing for The Blood Moon festival, do you?” She sipped on her coffee, finally looking at him in the eyes for more than two seconds.

“The what?” He scratched his head, he had read all the history books he could find, this must have slipped his mind.

“Oooooh I love the festival!” Eva giggled. “It’s an ancient Sephiran tradition, but thanks to our late High Lord, the whole court celebrates now.” She seemed over the moon while she talked about that, her favourite festivity at the court.

“And what is this exactly?” Cassian inquired. She got up, whispering some words, a mist covered the dinner table, images started to appear as she talked.

“Every 50 years the sun, the moon and the earth align, creating a lunar eclipse. My ancestors discovered that when the eclipse was at its fullest, they could use the moon's power to strengthen their lands and their magic.” Everyone saw the witches dancing and the moon, red as blood, their bodies glowing in the moonlight as they celebrated. “When Loralen made the pact with my sisters, they agreed that the festival should be celebrated by everyone, and when the eclipse is in its fullest, the females around the court dance, this way the moon bless our court and ourselves with more power.”

“That’s beautiful!” Mor said.

“What about the males?” Cassian asked.

“The males can appreciate the dance and the food, our strength is based on the natural connection us females have with nature and the moon, the dance is a big part in the ritual to strengthen our lands and power, it’s through the dance and the connection that we are able to canalise the moon’s power and spread it across the court!”

“And it’s in one week, you all should come, it’s a beautiful celebration, the whole court celebrates for 3 days until the Eclipse night, to honour The Mother, the witches and the moon, thanking and celebrating their power and good fortune.” Y/N finished, the mist disappearing and everything going back to normal.

“We would love to!” Feyre nodded. “We’re going to be there!” Rhys hummed, agreeing with her, they needed something to distract their minds after the whole trouble arranging the High Lord’s meeting.

“Lovely!” Eva clapped, she was so excited, after spending the festival in the Yrila forest for 10 years, with Y/N joining her sometimes, Rune has finally agreed that she was old enough to spend it at Thera, she just needed to spend a day praying in the forest and then she would be free to go!

The breakfast was finished soon after, Mor had asked Evanore what she should bring and now the two were discussing what to wear, while Y/N and Azriel were heading to Rhysand’s office. They were joined by Feyre and Cassian, the 5 of them sitting in a circle as they started their meeting.

“As you were aware, we’ve been trying to set up a meeting with all the High Lords to discuss the war, it took months but we finally came to an agreement.” Rhys started.

“And what agreement is this?” Y/N asked.

“We will be meeting at the Dawn Court, in Thesan’s home, they all agreed it’s a neutral space for a meeting.” Feyre said.

“And are we going alone or what?” Azriel looked at Rhys.

“They also agreed that we should bring protection, you can choose whoever you want, I’m bringing Cassian, Mor and Nesta decided to join us!”

“Nesta?”

“She wants to testify on Tamlin’s betrayal.” Feyre said, her voice laced with anger.

“Makes sense!” Azriel agreed.

“And how many people can we bring?” Y/N looked at Azriel, they shouldn’t bring too many people, she could protect him just fine.

“I know those fuckers will probably bring their whole army, afraid of us.” Cassian snorted, disdain in his features. “So you can bring as many as you want, but I don’t think you will need much.” He winked at Y/N.

“You’re right, I just need 3 seats in that meeting!” Azriel said.

“Three?”

“I need you there, not just as a protection, but you need to be present in such a discussion, and Eva would be so sad if we didn’t bring her!” Y/N laughed involuntarily, the image of Evanore’s puppy dog eyes as they told her she couldn’t come appeared in her head.

“Yeah, you’re right, she would be devastated!” Y/N agreed, then followed Cassian and Feyre out of the office to discuss security issues.

“You seem different brother, happier!” Rhys casually said, handing him a glass filled with amber liquor, Azriel drank a little, feeling the sweetness in his mouth and the bitterness in his throat.

“Being where my mother grew up, being around people that don’t fear me all the time, it’s so good Rhys! I love it here, it’s my home but that place, it’s where I truly belong.” Rhysand patted his shoulder, a smile dancing on his lips.

“It feels like a weight was lifted from your shoulders, you deserve this Az, and I hope you find everything that you need there.” Azriel looked at him.

“I think I’m on the right path.” Rhysand laughed.

“You’re fucked!”

“What?”

“You like her.” Azriel stepped aside.

“I always knew that you created things in your head Rhysand, but this is a whole new level of craziness.” He accused Rhys and he laughed even more.

“See, you’re so defensive, the last time you acted like this was when I asked you about Morrigan, and now, that lovesick gaze that you gave my cousin is directed to her. She got you wrapped around her finger brother.”

“You’re delusional.” He said, walking towards the exit, Rhys shook his head, Azriel was unbelievable, he has always been a little clueless when the topic was females, but even the blind could see how he looked at her, like she had shone brighter than the moon, like no one could compare to her beauty, and there was that smell lingering around them, something familiar but Rhys couldn’t point what was yet.

As Rhys got out of his office Eva was standing in the wall in front of his door, he rose an eyebrow and she smiled widely.

“You can smell it too can’t you?” She inquired.

“Smell what?”

“Their mating bond.” Rhysand’s eyes went wide and he finally could distinguish the smell, faint and barely there, the smell of their mating bond trying to make itself known.

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[hunter-sylvester]

I know you do character analysis, would you be alright elaborating about Hunter and his relationship with his parents? Everyone says he has mommy issues, but it looks like it could be a mixture of daddy issues as well.

I would fucking love to, Anon.

(Ao3 Character Analysis Series about Hunter)

I do think it’s very clear that he has mommy issues. From the small handful of references there are to her, it’s obvious. While he has clear on-screen issues with his father, he still keeps a picture of him and his dad on his bookshelf. His mother- however, is violently ripped from it. Something that can easily be read as a visual metaphor for how he feels about her absence from his life. Although I personally tend to write her as having been directly abusive which creates a slightly different whirlwind of issues, in either case she abandoned him. And we clearly see him display a fear of abandonment around Kevin. There’s a clear cause and effect there.

But I entirely agree that he also has daddy issues. It’s a noxious cocktail of neither parent being someone that understands him or knows how to make him feel at home. And it’s precisely that cocktail of issues that makes Hunter make so much sense to me as a character.

It’s not exactly my style to give fathers a lot of sympathy, but even without doing so, it's easy to see that everything Alan Sylvester does in canon shows he just has no idea what to do with Hunter. (Most notably when he literally gives up on parenting him in favor of dumping him in rehab).

He completely fumbles any weak attempts he does make at connecting with/parenting him and they all end in screaming matches.

“Sorry you’re just a little late with the whole ‘parenting’ thing” (when I tell you I feel that line)

Growing up with a parent (partially more, since his mother was around until 7th grade) present without anyone actually bothering to parent you, you end up growing crooked.

Can’t go any other way. Even if his parents were never mentioned, we’d know they were shitty parents based purely on Hunter’s issues.

In my mind, they’re both obviously neglectful. Evident both from the aforementioned quote as well as just the way that Hunter acts.

Each in their respective ways. His mother by literally removing herself from his life. His father by neglecting him emotionally, not hugging him, etc. (I'm assuming he never hugs Hunter based on the deeply awkward shoulder tap during the last scene of the film.) Also, this is a bit of a stretch based on vibes alone. But can you picture Alan cooking for Hunter? Can you picture them having dinner together? I can’t. It’s a bit of a headcanon but I personally believe Hunter has been making his own food for years. (note: this does not necessarily imply that he is a good cook)

Let’s also not forget that Hunter is just a seventeen year old boy. He is still a child (in canon). And a fucking troubled one at that.

One that likely grew up with nobody telling him it was ok to be him. No-one telling him he belonged. No-one showing him how to healthily handle his emotions. (This is one I blame heavily on the father.)

He had to figure everything out for himself. Reinvent the wheel at every step. Of course he’s gonna fuck up along the way. He’s just a kid.

Of course he freaks out when he thinks he’s losing Kevin, he’s already been shown that he can be discarded- and by one of the primary people that are supposed to be there for him.

Of course he’s a bit of a bitch about alcohol when he watches his father drink all the time and he would probably rather die than turn out like him.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Alan also contributed to Hunter’s inability to accept his sexuality. At the very lightest he’d be homophobic in that casual way dads are. The “I don’t care what they do behind closed doors” followed by the most homophobic ‘joke’ you can think of twenty minutes, if not seconds, later. But I wouldn't rule out more blatant queerphobia.

In any case, it’s a clear & constant signal that being queer is not something that’s acceptable for a Sylvester. And as much as Hunter fights his father, as much as I think he dreads being like him, he’s the only parent he has left at this point.

He still wants to be loved. He’s a kid. He needs a loving parent. Even if he, realistically, doesn’t really have one that’s worth appeasing.

Consciously, he’ll rebel. Subconsciously, he still looks up at his father and wants to be told he did well. He wants someone to be proud of him, he wants to be enough.

Call me a pessimist but I think at this point, even if Alan tried, the relationship is so laden with barbed wire that nothing is possibly getting through.

Anything would be too little & too fucking late.

Sorry that got a little fucking bleak...it's me, it's what happens lol Thank you for asking, Anon 🤘

[dykephan]

please elaborate on the period of time when they didn’t leave their rooms and didn’t talk to each other 👀

okay okay let me be clear this is 100% speculation and i'm perfectly fine with being wrong or people disagreeing with me because i'm here for the sillies and i don't usually like to get into real "theories" but this takes up space in my brain for some reason. anyway that's my long disclaimer let's get into it :D

first we need a timeline for this to make sense. dan officially moved in with phil in manchester in august of 2011. this is when their public personas slowly started to become more polished and less personal. dan had just dropped out of law school, so youtube was his full time career now. they started diversifying their income with things like the super amazing project, their first merch line, and the fantastic foursome (which was created because they partnered with vyou, the livestream service). on christmas of 2011, they had their very first guest appearance on bbc radio 1.

all this is to say, things were moving FAST for them as they went into 2012. they were both trying to figure out how they wanted to be perceived online and, in particular, how they wanted to approach joint content. i will never know what was going on behind the scenes, but i think their personal relationship took a hit because they never had time to enjoy living together before it was tainted. moving in with your partner can already make or break you, but add hundreds of thousands of brand new eyes watching you during this transitional period, and there had to be some tension.

while they were pursuing all these new career options, they were also trying to secure a job with the bbc. they've said before that they moved to london on a whim, basically just to prove that they were serious about their career and would do whatever it takes to get there. that happened in june of 2012. in my opinion, THIS is the turning point. because now they really had to drive home the point that they were just friends who live together out of convenience. they even had separate bedrooms with unique but opposite themes!

dan started his "customer service" blog where he would go on long long rants about shipping and his sexuality. and then in late 2012, the v/day video dropped again. it had already been quietly floating around, but now there were SO many more people out there to see it. i'm sure i don't have to tell you how detrimental this was (especially the timing of it), so i won't dwell on it. but these are the real dark ages that come to mind immediately when you think of 2012. that christmas eve, they posted their last video for the super amazing project. the ending of this series stands out to me because it was almost the same formula as the 2018 hiatus -- they didn't officially close the door on it, they just let it fade away. on christmas, they had their second special on bbc radio 1. and in january of 2013, they finally started their own recurring show.

OKAY SO HERE'S MY THEORY, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LMAO

i think that sometime in late 2012, they separated/broke up/took a break, something like that. however, they had just moved to london (a huge risk) and were already planning on doing the radio show together. they knew neither of them could've gotten hired by themselves, because it was their dynamic & their collective fans that were so interesting to the bbc. their lives had already become so intertwined (hell, dan wouldn't have even started youtube if it weren't for phil convincing him to take the leap), and on top of that, i think they always cared about each other deeply and didn't want to give up. but i do think they needed space and time to cope with all these huge huge life events that were coming at them so quickly.

this is not even mentioning their mental health which i don't really want to get into, except that years later dan would talk about how his depression was completely untreated. and if there's anything we know about him, it's that he gets defensive and isolates himself in times of turmoil. (btw i'm not trying to pick on dan here, it's just that we know far less about phil's inner workings)

so in early 2013 when dan would say things like "i only talk to phil in videos/at work, we don't hang out otherwise", i think there's some kernel of truth in there. it didn't last long, but i do believe there was a time where they kept to themselves and gave each other room to breathe as much as they could while living together and working together 24/7. but once they found their footing with the radio show and youtube at the same time, the vibe between them steadily got better and better. they settled into their respective brands, which could be restricting at times, but at least it allowed them some separation between work and life. and by the time they wrapped up the radio show in early 2015, they knew where they wanted to go with their careers and they were solid enough in each other to accomplish that.

basically, i think the big difference between 2012 and 2018 are the private dynamic between dan and phil. things were rocky between them in 2012 and it showed. but in 2018 and onwards, things might have been rocky on the professional front, but it was clear that dan and phil as people were working things out together, quite literally building for the future ;-; they learned how to prioritize themselves after many years of not doing that

[shyhaya]

Could you please do Hak x Reader?

Reader was Hak's lover in wind tribe.

Could you do please that after the Happy Hungry Bunch got together somehow Reader got an argument with Hak (who was her lover) because how he's always spending time with Yona but not with her. Hak told her something that hurt her deeply and went missing. And one day they saw her with someone way more happier.

I love this idea <33 I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted

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Better Now Without You [Hak x Fem! Reader / SFW - Angst]

When y/n was but a child, she and Hak made a promise to stay together. The memory was as clear as day. It came to her at random times, never failing to bring a smile to her face. Until it didn't anymore.

They had grown up together in the Wind Tribe and were always by each other's side. When Hak started going to the palace and met the princess, y/n did too. As they grew up, when he was assigned to be the princess' bodyguard, she was assigned as her personal maid. It was only natural they ended up as a couple.

Even if things got rough sometimes, they stayed strong, finding comfort in the other. She didn't hesitate to go with Hak and Yona when King II was murdered, and neither when they started their journey to find the four Dragon Warriors. Through everything she would be by his side.

Y/n knew that it was Hak's duty to take care of Yona, as was hers. She understood this fully and she was sure the both of them would give their lives for the princess if it came down to that, but as time passed she started to notice their relationship was starting to be.. different.

There were no more gentle gestures or teasing words for her, no more goodnight kisses and no more loving caresses. At first she didn't mind so much, she knew he had a lot of pressure on him but when he started brushing her off and being cold towards her, she could no longer pretend everything was fine.

Then came the fight.

"I'm not being clingy or demanding! I just.. I want to know why it seems like I'm no longer important to you!"

"You are but this is not about us anymore! You're no longer my first priority and it's time you understand that and stop getting in my way! I'm tired of you pestering me all the time!"

That comment cut deep, because she realized that she had always known, since the situation took a turn for the worst, that Hak wouldn't ever care for her as he cared for Yona. She didn't feel like she thought she would. There was a little bit of jealousy but the feeling that stayed with her was sadness. She was devastated, even if she understood his reasons.

So she did exactly what he wanted. She left.

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The first few days after her departure where total chaos. Of course all the others had heard their fight that night, and the second they realized she left they were all onto Hak, having grown fond of Y/n. Yona was specially harsh with him, as Y/n had always been her most trusted friend.

After much debating they decided to not look for her, because she had left on her own and probably returned home. To no one's surprise Hak had protested at first but eventually settled for continuing their journey.

Days went on, and everything stayed the same, but everyone could clearly see the change in the Thunder Beast. He was as dedicated to protect the princess as always, but he got distracted when he spotted someone who resembled Y/n and any mention of her was enough to make his mood change completely.

As they settled in a small village to spend the night, Hak decided to take a walk, knowing the princess was safe with the dragons. Lately he hadn't been able to sleep well, and while he and brushed it off as paranoia or just being with his guard up all the time, deep inside he knew he was missing something. Or rather, someone.

Since y/n left, everything he around him seemed to lose it's colors. Not even the sun was as bright as before, like she had taken all the warmth away with her. Obviously, he regretted all he said to her. There wasn't a night where he didn't think about it, and how he could have been less harsh. He would've done anything to have her back.

Just as he was thinking about this, a familiar sound reached his ears; like a flowing river, a gentle breeze, he heard her laugh. While his mind hadn't even processed everything that was happening, his body had already reacted to her voice, looking around almost desperately in order to find her. When he did though, well.. he was sure that being reached by an arrow or cut down by a sword wouldn't had been as painful as what he saw.

There, right in front of him was the woman he had loved for most of his life. She was as radiant as ever, her eyes sparkling with that (blue, brown, green, etc..) color he always got lost in, her smile as warm as a hug from a loved one. There wasn't anyone else as breathtaking as her in his opinion.

It wasn't her beauty what made him grit his teeth and bite his lip in order to stop a sound of sorrow to escape from him. By her side was a man. Hak didn't really pay much attention to him, too focused on y/n to notice anything else. What he did notice was that they were holding hands, and that she was looking at him with affection.

He knew that look. He had seen it a lot of times before, but they were always directed to him. The realization was instantaneous and painful, leaving the ravenette frozen in his place, the cold he felt being so strong it hurt. Not needing to see anything else, Hak turned around —not before giving one last longing and heartbroken glance at y/n— and walked away.

His mind was full of regret, of sorrow and anger at himself. Some 'what if' scenarios crossed his thoughts, but he knew there wasn't any use in thinking about that. He lost her. Plain and simple. Crying and whining over it wouldn't do anything to change what he had caused. He knew it.

And still, as he leaned against the wall of the inn, his chest hurting like never before, he couldn't stop the tears from overflowing, blurring his vision and trailing down his cheeks as his deep blue eyes glanced at the sky, begging in silence —except for his quiet sobs— for someone, anyone, any god or deity.. anything.

If he had the chance he would do it again, better, without hurting her, without losing his love. If that something he begged to was listening and gave him another chance, he vowed to keep their promise, because he knew his heart would always belong to her.

thank you for reading!