#this is cause for a lot of angst probably

[sleeplessdove]

— better distractions

♡ e. williams x fem!reader

synopsis: your girlfriend makes up for being away so much

a/n: long time no see.. revamped this fic i wrote forever ago & i hope you all enjoy it while i get back into the groove of writing!!

warnings: slight angst if you turn your head to the side and close your eyes, established relationship, themes of intimacy, sub!reader, dom!ellie, pet names, fingering (r! receiving), strap usage, strap referred to as cock, ellie loves to baby her gf AMEN!!!, cock warming, begging, crying, lots of desperation, slight somnophilia (?), ellie is real gentle and sweet, & probably lots more but y’all know i hate proofreading

wc: 4.7k

The last few weeks seemed to be dragging on no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, as Ellie had been far too busy for your liking as of late. On the rare occasion that she was able to spend the night at your place, she would be gone by the time you woke up with a short apology written messily on a notepad that was placed on your bedside table. You had even tried to get her attention by leaving your front door unlocked when you knew she was coming over so that she may scold you for it since she already had a key and maybe even offer to spend the night as she usually did whenever you became a little too forgetful. Unfortunately for you, all you would get was a soft sigh while she gently reminded you to be more careful before she left you all alone once more. 

Despite your rising frustration, you never once snapped at her or made any attempts to punish her for being gone so often. All that you could do was wallow in self pity as you stared at your phone so that you could see if making a silent wish for her to text you would finally work— although this plan never really had any positive result. You went through the motions each day, picking out a show to distract yourself with until you had to go to work. 

Even if you hated working, it was the only time you weren’t consumed by the ache in your chest that was a direct result of Ellie’s prolonged absence in your life. Once your shift ended you were greeted by notifications on your phone that were utterly meaningless, as none of them were from her. 

You had been ecstatic when Ellie showed up at your doorstep earlier in the evening as a surprise but all you could think of was how she would likely leave you again soon and you would be left to deal with the awful loneliness that made itself known whenever she was away from you for too long. As she moved throughout your apartment you followed her as if you were her shadow, your voice remaining rather soft whenever she spoke to you. 

There was a particular kindness that came along with your sadness, as you never ever wanted to be rude to Ellie. You were even more polite than usual but it was simply out of fear that she was growing tired of you being so needy. A soft pout had taken a permanent residence on your lips since she had come in and she had picked up on your shift in mood almost immediately. It was small things that she noticed— the way you often kept your head down while speaking to her, the way you pressed yourself up against her as if she would disappear at any given moment, and how you seemed to be in a sort of daze induced by your own thoughts. 

It made her heart hurt to know that she was the cause of this and she was well aware that she was the one responsible for making you so dependent on her. Ellie was the one who helped you with almost every task, no matter how small it was, which meant it was nearly impossible for you to comfortably be apart from her. She had been trying to ease you out of your nervous state since she had arrived but you seemed to resist her attempts with an apologetic smile and soft eyes that made her want to cry. 

Her movements had become softer as the sun began to set, her hands on you at all times to remind you that she was here with you. It seemed no amount of touch was enough for you, your own hand guiding her hand underneath your shirt as the two of you sat on the couch so that you could feel her hand pressing against your tummy. Kisses that started out gently quickly became desperate, pitiful whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to seek out the affection you urgently needed from her. “Slow down a little, sweet girl. Promise I’m not going anywhere” she said in a calm tone, already sensing that you were getting yourself all worked up. 

The sound of her voice knocked you out of your daze for a moment and you nodded sheepishly, letting her guide your motions rather than trying to figure it out on your own. You wanted to apologize for needing her so much but the words seemed to die out in your throat as her tongue moved against your own, her hands carefully cradling your face to keep you where she wanted you. She could tell that you simply needed to be cared for— to feel close to her, and she was more than willing to provide you with what you needed. 

You did your best to keep your whines down once Ellie pulled away from you, your gaze dropping back down towards your lap instinctively as you your mind began to wander once more. She was quick to put an end to it, her hand enveloping your own so that she could help you up off of the couch before carefully leading you towards your bedroom. It was a relief that you were able to fall back into your usual routine, as you raised your arms for her so that she could take your top off and you let her undo the zipper on the side of your skirt so that you were left in just your panties and bra. 

Goosebumps rose on your skin once the cold air settled against your body, a soft huff leaving your lips since it had sent a sudden shiver through your body. Ellie moved about your room seamlessly, grabbing your favorite nightgown from the closet before digging around your drawers to find some thicker socks to keep you from getting cold throughout the night. All the while you remained in place, a soft yawn sounding throughout the room as a comfortable sleepiness set in for you. It was far easier for your mind to quiet down when you were so calm, the feeling of Ellie’s warm hands pulling you closer only adding to the comfort you felt. 

You let her unclip your bra so that you were completely bare besides your pink panties and you tried not to focus on the way you could feel Ellie’s gaze lingering on your chest. Without as much as a word, you lifted your arms once more so that she could slip your nightie on and you couldn’t stop the pleased hum that passed your lips once the material was in place, as it was your favorite thing to wear to bed. 

“Matches your panties, doesn’t it?” Ellie asked in a soft tone despite the fact that it was obvious, as she just wanted to hear your voice. You only gave her a small “mhmm” in reply, although you made no protests as she had you settle on the edge of the bed so that she could help you put your socks on. “Looks so pretty on you, bun” she added on softly before she knelt down in front of you and pulled the socks up until they were resting perfectly against your ankle, her eyes flickering up in your direction every now and then to see if she could pick up on your expression. 

For the first time today you had a soft smile on your lips— although it was a very small smile, she would take whatever she could get at this point. You couldn’t help it, as you simply adored when Ellie took care of you like this. There was a fuzzy feeling spreading throughout your mind as you kept still for her, your shoulders untensing in the slightest as you did so. She gave your foot a gentle pat once she was all done and she paused to give you a quick kiss on the top of your head after she got up so that she could begin to get herself undressed.

She was well aware that you were too hazy to trail after her as she carried out the task at hand which gave her the chance to grab all that she needed. You hadn’t even registered the fact that she was opening up the closet, nor did you turn in time to see her to settle the harness over her boxers. You were stuck in your own little world, your fingers mindlessly playing with the hem of your nightie. Once she had put on a simple white tee along with loose sweatpants, she made her way back towards you before holding out her hand for you so that you could stand in front of her. 

“Are you ready to lay down or do you want to go watch tv for a bit?” she asked, always giving you options despite the fact that you almost always wanted her to make the choice for you. Much to Ellie’s surprise, you gave her a solid answer for once. “Wanna watch tv some more” you muttered softly, keeping hold of her hand but remaining in place since you wanted her to lead the way. The corner of Ellie’s lip turned upwards so that she was giving somewhat of a little smirk, as she knew she was finally getting you out of whatever funk you had originally been in. 

The hold she had on your own hand was gentle as she led you back down the hallway, settling down onto the couch and preparing to pull you down so that you could sit beside her but you made quick work of pulling your hand away so that you could do otherwise. Her eyes trailed after each motion you made, watching closely as you settled down on your knees in front of her so that you were tucked between her spread legs. You lowered your head a bit so that you could press your face against her inner thigh, the heat radiating from her body keeping you soothed as you got into place. 

You hadn’t really planned this out but all you knew was that you needed to be close to her and you loved the way she looked down on you whenever you decided to sit like this. It was rare for you to do so but it happened often enough that Ellie already knew what to do, her hand carefully petting your hair as if you were the most precious thing on earth. “You comfy down there, baby?” she asked, being met with the adorable sight of your doe eyes looking up at her before you gave a small “uh-huh”. Your reply made her sigh softly, although it wasn’t a sigh of disappointment at all, she was simply taking a moment to think over what she wanted to say. 

“Is there something you need? You know m’ here to take care of you” she said as she turned the television on to the show the two of you had already been watching and ensuring that the volume was low enough so that it wouldn’t disturb your peace. “Just wanna be closer to you” you huffed, your words muffled a bit since you insisted on being so close to her thigh. “Can you speak up for me, sweet girl?” she asked, making sure that the request didn’t come off too demanding while still maintaining a stern tone. 

“I just said I need to be close to you, Els. S’ not enough to be like this, need you…” your voice trailed off for a moment as you looked up at her with an unsure gaze, doing your best to keep your voice from turning back into a whisper. “Need you inside of me, I think. Wanna be full of you n’ just be close” you added on, your hands resting in your lap as you kept eye contact with Ellie. She couldn’t have been more relieved that she had predicted what you needed, a warm smile taking form on her lips before she poke. 

“Stand up for me, bun” she instructed and you obeyed without having to think about it, rising from where you had been sitting and letting Ellie take hold of your hips so that she could do what she needed to. She lifted up your nightgown in the slightest bit which was a fairly simple task, as it was rather short. Once it was pushed up a bit, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of your panties so that she could pull them down until they pooled around your ankles. You held onto her shoulders to keep your balance as you stepped out of them, leaving them to be forgotten on the floor. She patted her lap gently afterwards as a silent instruction for you to settle on top of her and you obliged, spreading your thighs over her so that you could get comfortable. 

Despite the rather compromising position you were in, you felt a bit shy which caused you to keep your hips raised, your cunt already clenching around nothing in anticipation. Since you hadn’t noticed her grabbing the strap earlier, you were under the impression that she was simply going to have you take your fingers which you assumed would be good enough for the time being. Ellie could pick up on your hesitation so she lowered her hand between the two of you, making small circles on your clit with her thumb. The sudden stimulation almost knocked you over but you kept your hips raised for her, your shaky hands resting on her shoulders as you rocked your hips against her hand. 

“Look at you, already taking what you need, hm?” she asked in a rather teasing tone and all you could do was nod feverishly in response. Even if Ellie loved to drag things out to get you all worked up, she could already tell that you were in no mood to be toyed with. She only slowed her motions so that she could move her fingers further down, your arousal already coating her fingers as she lazily grazed her middle finger against your drooling slit. It made her wonder if you had been thinking about this since she had come over, as you were already wet for her before she had even begun to touch you. 

The mere thought pulled a cocky expression onto Ellie’s face that you could barely focus on, as you were doing your best to stay upright as she began to ease a finger into you. “Need to get you ready for my cock, just need you to be patient” she said as she buried her finger in your cunt that was already clenching down against her. She gave you a moment to adjust before picking up the pace of her motions, a soft groan passing her lips at how warm you felt around her finger. 

“Missed you so much, bun. M’ always thinking about you” she muttered as she worked you open, her attention focused on the way your hips were jerking ever so often as pleasure filled your senses. Her confession of missing you created a warm feeling in your tummy that made you feel as if you were unable to speak for a moment, as you were just so pleased to know that she had missed you the exact same way you had been missing her. “Wish you never had to leave, Els. I miss you so much it makes my heart ache” you said breathlessly, a squeak being pulled from you as she added another finger so that you would be able to take her strap with ease. 

Ellie could feel her own heart ache as your words sunk in, the thought of you being in such a sullen state due to her own actions making her feel rather remorseful. “My poor baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you” she reassured, the sound of your breathy moans filling the living room no matter how hard you tried to keep them to yourself. The scissoring motion she was making with her fingers helped stretch your further and left you reeling, your hands shaking as you let her fuck you open on her fingers. “Wanna be close for a long time, need to be close to you” you babbled as you did your best to keep your eyes on Ellie, your eyelids heavy with sleepiness from the long day you had. 

Before she even had the chance to insist that you would get whatever you wanted, you were already stuttering as you tried to form the words you were so desperate to get out. “M’ ready, I can take it, I promise” you spoke in a whiny tone, as you were beginning to think you may burst into tears if you couldn’t be filled properly. Ellie wasn’t going to deny you of what you wanted but she took her time with her movements, burying her fingers into your cunt one last time for good measure before easing them out carefully. She couldn’t help but press her own fingers into her mouth so that she could taste you, a low hum leaving her lips as she took a moment to savor your taste. 

The sight made your face heat up with embarrassment, although you couldn’t help but feel pleased with yourself since she seemed more than happy to do so. She kept one hand on your hip before lifting herself up in the slightest bit so that she could use her free hand to pull down her sweatpants just enough so that her strap was on full display. For a moment you wondered how you hadn’t realized that at some point she had found the time to put it on, although you didn’t dwell on the idea too much since Ellie was already guiding your hips so that she could help you lower yourself onto her cock. 

“Just take it slow, sweet girl” she instructed, as she could sense that you were eager just by the way you were pushing your hips down onto her on your own. You nodded your head lightly to show that you understood, letting her take control so that you wouldn’t start rushing things. It took a moment to get completely settled but once she was buried to the hilt, you could swear that you felt a few weeks of stress melt away all at once. There was something so intimate about being close to her in this way, as you felt as if you were able to unravel completely without having to feel the slightest bit of shame. 

You were about to begin moving but Ellie kept you still, a soft chuckle falling from her lips as your pouty expression made a momentary reappearance. “Let’s just stay like this for a while— you think you can do that for me, angel?” she questioned and you were all too eager to comply. You were beyond sensitive but you didn’t mind how it felt for once, as it was a reminder that she was here with you. 

With slow movements, you lowered your head so that you could bury your face in her neck, your body pressing against her own as you found a way to make yourself comfortable. Her arms wrapped around your body to keep you close, one of her hands pushing up your nightie a bit more so that she could rub steady circles on your back. The sleepiness you had felt previously was truly setting in, your mind at ease for the first time in far too long only adding to how soothed you flet. You were doing your best to talk to Ellie, although your words were seeming to melt together until your sentences became incoherent. 

Your soft spoken words seemed to tug at her heart strings, an overwhelming sense of needing to keep you safe overcoming her as you continued to stay still for her. She shushed you ever so gently until you had settled down, letting your eyes flutter shut as you let the fuzziness you felt wash over you. Every now and then your hips would stutter and you could only let out soft strings of moans, pleasure seeming to build up in your body even as you remained in place. Ellie’s delicate affection never ceased, as she was now using the tip of her finger to trace small shapes along your back. 

There was no way for you to tell how long you managed to stay still, as the only thing that proved any time was passing was the quiet buzz of the television that was still playing in the background. Another sign of time passing was the way you could feel your thighs beginning to grow sore from being spread for so long but you couldn’t care less, as all you wanted at this moment was to feel connected to Ellie. 

You were drifting in and out of brief little slumbers that were only interrupted when you accidentally moved too much, the feeling of her thick strap still being buried deep in your cunt making you dizzy. It took a while for you to grow restless enough to begin squirming, tears taking form in the corners of your eyes as you pulled your face away from Ellie’s neck so that you could look at her properly. “Need to cum, s’ too much” you spoke in a rushed manner, your eyes still half lidded as you pleaded with her. 

Ellie paused for a moment as if to think over your words, leaving you to let out a displeased whine at her silence. “You sure you don’t want to go a bit longer, bun? Thought you—” she began, only to be cut off by your urgent voice. “No, no! Can’t go any longer” you insisted, warm tears gathering on your waterline that were already threatening to spill over. She nodded her head and pulled you in for a gentle kiss, not wanting you to get yourself too worked up over it. 

“That's alright, sweet girl” she reassured once she pulled away from the kiss, using her thumb to wipe away the few tears that had managed to spill over. “Shhh, I’ve got you” she muttered, giving you a sweet smile that you mirrored after a moment, your bottom lip still wobbling in the slightest bit as you began to try to move against her. Your thighs were far too sore to move properly and your sleepiness only made it harder to do what you wanted to which meant you were left beyond frustrated, your brows knitting with exasperation as you looked at Ellie. 

“Can’t do it!” you squeaked, your voice breaking in the slightest from sheer vexation. “S’ alright, no need to do anything by yourself when I’m here” Ellie quickly soothed, her hands taking careful hold of your hips so that she could help you take what you needed. You nodded your head a bit, letting your mind settle back into a comfortable fuzziness as she guided your movements. She was starting off slow so that she wouldn’t ruin the hazy feeling she had worked so hard to create for you, having you rock slowly against her lap so that you could readjust to the motions. 

You were suddenly hyper aware of just how deep her cock was pressed into you, as each small movement seemed to send shocks of pleasure throughout your body. “I— love you. Love you so much. I always want to be with you” you admitted as she picked up the pace, treating you as if you were her own little doll as she bounced you on her strap at a wonderfully slow pace that seemed to pull the prettiest sounds from you. 

Ellie loved whenever you confessed your feelings for her, as it was a way for her to remember that you felt the same way she did. You wanted her just as much as she wanted you and that meant everything to her. “I love you too, bunny. I promise we’ll always— always be together” she spoke breathlessly as lowered one of her hands towards your cunt, pressing her thumb against your clit once more to bring you closer to the edge. 

Her method seemed to work, as you were crying out the minute she applied pressure to your puffy clit, your body practically jolting against her. “Gonna… gonna cum” you huffed, your words coming out slightly broken up as you were interrupted by your own soft moans every now and then. Ellie only smiled at your words, choosing to keep her own thrusts up into your cunt slow and deep, each motion aimed to bring you the most satisfaction. 

Your face scrunched up in the slightest bit as your orgasm washed over you, your hands still managing to tug at Ellie’s shirt as you rode out your high. You had so many pent up emotions that seemed to be relieved all at once and all you could do was let your tears finally spill over completely, your vision blurring from them as you kept your gaze on Ellie. Even as you came down, the quiet words, “missed you so much” seemed to leave your lips endlessly. 

Crying felt like a complete release of all the negative emotions that had been swarming in your head and for the first time in far too long, your mind seemed to finally go silent. Ellie let you ride out your high before she stopped moving your hips for you, her eyes softening as she took you in completely. She lived for the quiet moments that played out after a particularly emotional time spent with you, as you seemed to return to your calm state of mind as a result of being close to her. 

“You did so good for me, angel” she praised, using her voice as a means to distract you as she pulled out of your oversensitive pussy, knowing that it was the only way to keep you calm at a time like this. You smiled sweetly at her words, only letting out a brief mewl at the feeling of being empty once more. She tucked the strap back into her sweatpants, as she was far more concerned about getting you taken care of before anything else. 

A comfortable silence filled the space around the two of you as she turned the tv off, looking at you afterwards and taking in your exhausted expression that was far too cute for her to handle. “Do you think you can walk? Or do you want my help?” she asked in a hushed voice, doing her best not to laugh at the little yawn you let out before speaking, as she was simply relieved to see you so comfortable. 

“Mmph, I can walk” you muttered, your tone thick with sleepiness. She nodded at your words, helping you stand up so that you could plant your shaky feet on the ground. Your poor panties that had previously been abandoned were quickly picked up by Ellie, her hand making quick work of putting them in the pocket of her sweats before she wrapped her arm loosely around your waist so that she could help keep you from collapsing on the nearest soft surface to doze off on. 

“Just gonna get you cleaned up, alright? Then it's off to bed for me and you, sweet girl” she said in an affectionate manner that brought a warm smile to your lips. You hummed softly in reply, your steps only slowing when you were met with the harsh realization that your feet had fallen asleep. For once the sensation didn’t bother you, as there was almost nothing in the world that could ruin the tranquility you felt at this moment. 

Ellie decided then and there that she would take the day off tomorrow— maybe the entire fucking week. Nothing mattered to her as much as you did and she really did intend to make it up to you, as you deserved the entire world and maybe even a bit more than that. 

[gukcnt]

02 | BOUND BY VOWS ⭒ JJK

your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. Yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. Your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.

pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader

genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, protective!jungkook, angry!jungkook, emotional trauma, power dynamics, hurt and comfort, grief, fear of intimacy, several intense crying scenes, emotional distress, abuse and manipulation from readers father, mentions of fear, isolation, break down, miscommunication, argument, betrayal, trust issues

wc — 5.2k

a/n — this chapter is relatively short, but I promise the next part will be longer—and probably a smut, finally hehe. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter and feedback is appreciated! <3

series m. list | main m. list

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The week before the wedding unfolded, each day was relentless slowly bringing you closer to the cage made up by jungkook and your father.

A constant reminder of the life you were being forced into.

Every broken room you entered which you were so used to transformed for a marriage you dreaded.

Your small apartment now full of luxury with extravagant gowns to choose from.

The dresses were masterpieces.

Each fabric delicate and every one of them was adorned with lavish details, the dresses hugging your curves like they were meant to be.

One gown the chosen one was a work of art—it was sparkly, floor length and so light it seemed to float.

You ran your fingers over the fabric, its softness causing a pang in your chest—once you might have dreamed of such a dress.

Childish dreams of wearing a beautiful wedding gown like a princess and meeting your prince.

But now you hated it.

Because it would snatch your life from you.

The dressmakers cooed over you as they adjusted the dress, needles in their hands.

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride.”

One said, her eyes full of admiration.

You forced a smile, lips trembling but inside you wanted to lash out.

Beautiful?

You felt like a doll dressed up to be somewhere you hadn’t chosen to be.

You felt like a prisoner.

The mirror in front of you reflected a stranger—your hair down and styled to perfection, skin flushed with a forced glow from makeup.

Anyone that would see you would see a happy bride.

Your eyes though, betrayed, red rims from nights spent sobbing into your pillow.

There were several jewelry pieces everywhere—diamond rings and necklaces, each piece more expensive than the last.

You wore a delicate necklace, its small diamond stones were dazzling, with matching earrings.

The planners were there constantly, invading your space with samples of everything.

Menus of dishes you'd never tasted were sent for you to approve.

A towering wedding cake that almost seemed too beautiful to be real with its fondant roses and small art designs.

“Everything is to your taste.”

The woman assured you, smiling.

“mr. jeon was specific, he wanted it to be perfect for you.”

You nodded, throat tight.

You didn’t care about the flowers, the gown or anything.

You didn’t care about any of it.

Your father was a different creature in these days, his usual scowl replaced by a greediness in his eyes.

He roamed through the chaos barking orders at the staff reveling in the wealth this marriage would bring him.

“Look at this y/n.”

He said one afternoon, holding a box containing an expensive bracelet jungkook had sent.

“This is what you’re marrying into. Don’t mess it up.”

His voice was sharp, lacing with warning and you shook, fear knotting your stomach once again.

“I don’t want this.” you whisper.

He laughed, the sound cruel.

“You don’t get a choice, girl. You're doing this for your mother… or do you want her to die because of you?”

The words hits you deeper each time he says them.

You turn away, hands trembling and retreated to your room, the only place you could breathe though even that was tainted.

The flowers invaded here too, their scent too suffocating now and there are piles of fabrics and dresses on your bed.

You sank to the floor, back against the wall and buried your face in your hands, the tears coming out fast.

“I can’t do this.” you sobbed.

“I can’t be her. I can’t be trapped like her.”

Your mother's face haunted you, she was so close to death.

You couldn’t tell her about the marriage, couldn’t confess the terror that consumed you.

She'd always wanted you to have a life free from the pain she'd endured but now you were walking into the same hell like she did.

Trapped forever.

You'd promised her you'd be strong, but strength felt impossible when every moment was a countdown to your misery.

The nights were the worst.

When the planners left and the apartment was silent, you'd lie in bed in the darkness.

The sheets, once comforting did nothing to help you.

You cried until your throat was raw, sobs shaking your entire body.

This was your last week of freedom, the final days before you'd be stuck to a man you feared.

A man whose dark eyes and presence had already invaded your nightmares.

You imagined jungkook as a shadow of your father, his wealth and power only increasing his cruelty that you'd grown up with.

The thought made you curl into yourself as if you could shield yourself.

The planners noticed your silence, your lack of enthusiasm.

“Every bride is nervous.” one said.

“You’re so lucky to be marrying mr. jeon, he’s sparing no expense.”

The word felt like a slap, and you wanted to scream out that this wasn’t luck—you were pressured into this.

But you stayed quiet, eyes dull as you nodded.

You'd learned long ago that speaking out only brought pain.

jungkook's influence was everywhere, his wealth reshaped your world in a way that you struggled to adjust to.

Gifts arrived daily—each item chosen with care, exactly to your preferences that your father had fed to jungkook's team but they felt like bribes.

Attempts to buy your dreams you no longer believed in.

You touched them slightly as if they might burn you and left them untouched in their boxes, their beauty barely affecting you.

One evening as the sun was setting, giving the room a glow, a woman handed you a velvet box.

Inside was a delicate silver locket, engraved with tiny roses and a single diamond at its center.

“From mr. jeon.” she said.

Her voice full with awe.

“He thought you’d like something personal.”

You opened it, lips parting and found it empty except for the locket—no photo, no note, just a hollow space like the man he was.

You snapped it shut and set it aside, chest tight with anger and grief.

The final fitting felt like torment, with the dressmakers around you with their tape measures and pins.

You stood still, letting them do their thing and listened to their chatter—how lucky you were, how grand the wedding would be and how every detail was perfect.

Perfect. The word was nothing but a lie.

When they left, you collapsed onto your bed, the gown still on suffocating you, too tired to take it off as you clutched the bedsheets.

“I’m sorry mom. I'm trying to save you… but I’m losing myself.”

The words were for the empty room, a pain that no one answered to.

You were alone, a bride surrounded with luxury she didn't want and you were counting down the hours until your freedom was gone.

Forever.

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The morning of your wedding broke through like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

Stuck in it.

You stood wearing the gown.

It hugged you like a second skin while the long flowing fabric stretched behind you, pooling on the floor.

Despair pressed against your chest.

Your hands shook as you touched the veil.

Your eyes swollen from crying were hidden behind light makeup, cheeks flushed with blush and your lips painted with a glossy rose pink but that did nothing to hide the way your lips quivered.

No amount of makeover could erase the sadness etched in your features, the emptiness in your eyes.

The floor was a polished marble, cold beneath your bare feet as you stood, too numb to slip into the heels waiting nearby.

The women bustled around you, their hands adjusting your veil, smoothing your gown and trying to perfect you for the monster waiting for you.

“You look like an angel.”

You didn’t respond, chest aching with the weight of unshed tears that you couldn’t let out because it would ruin your makeup.

You looked at the mirror and you saw not a bride but a broken girl bound to a fate she couldn’t escape.

The venue itself was a display of wealth, along with hundreds of strangers you didn’t recognize in suits and gowns, their talks low as they awaited the ceremony.

The aisle was decorated with scattered petals leading to an altar, the air thick with the scent of candles and flowers.

The soft music playing in the background did nothing to dim your mourning.

Your father stood at your side, his grip on your arm bruising, his face holding fake pride, reminding you of the man he'd always been.

“Don’t ruin this.”

He hissed under his breath.

“Smile or I’ll make sure your mother pays for it.”

The threat knotted your stomach until you thought you might break.

You nodded, a single tear streaming down your cheek and he tugged you forward, forcing you to walk.

The aisle stretched before you, each step of yours felt heavy.

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, drowning out the music.

The guests eyes bore into you, their stares a mix of awe and pity but you didn’t meet them.

Your vision blur with tears as you didn’t try to look forward at the man standing for you.

Your soon to be husband.

The thought nauseating you.

You focused on the petals beneath your feet, your gown trailing behind you just like your life that you were leaving behind.

Your hands clutched a bouquet of lilies, fighting to keep your sobs silent.

At the altar stood jungkook, his presence terrifying you.

His suit was simple yet elegant.

Its black in color and tailored to accommodate his broad shoulders and muscular frame.

His man bun was sleek, a few dark strands escaping to frame his rugged face.

His dark eyes locked onto yours the moment you appeared, their intensity enough to make your knees buckle.

His hands clasped before him, the veins prominent.

The scars on his knuckles were visible from his life, the one fought and won.

His scent—smoke and something uniquely masculine—reached you even from a distance, stirring a warmth in your chest that you pushed away.

As you reached him, your father released you and you stood before jungkook, trembling like a leaf, feeling his gaze on you like a physical touch.

You couldn’t look at him.

Your eyes fixed on the floor, anything but the man who was about to claim you.

Your tears fell freely now and though you couldn’t see it, his heart raced in a quick rhythm that matched your own.

You were a vision in his eyes—the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Your fragile self and sorrow only deepening the possessiveness in his chest.

But your tears and the way you shrank from him angered him for a reason he didn't know why—not at you but at whatever had brought you to his state.

He wanted to reach for you.

To wipe away your pain but your father's earlier words echoed in his mind.

“She’s just emotional about leaving her family.”

He clenched his jaw, hands tightening, restraining the urge to act.

The priest's voice started, his words about love and unity felt mocking against your reality. You barely heard him, mind swirling with your grief.

The vows came too soon, your voice quivering as you forced the words out, each of your words a lie that you had to admit against your will.

“I… I take you jeon jungkook, to be my husband…”

Your voice cracked, a sob escaping and you pressed your lips together, fighting to continue.

“For better and f—for worse”

The words were bitter in your mouth, and you choked on them. Your tears are constantly there, a whimper slipping from between your lips.

jungkook's voice when he spoke was steady and sure, a deep rumble but there was a softness beneath it.

A gentleness you didn’t expect

“I take you y/n, to be my wife. To protect and love in sickness and in health.”

“Until death do us part.”

His words a vow, not just to the priest but to you and they stirred something in you.

A flicker of something.

He took your hand and you gasped, the warmth of his touch a shock against your cold skin. His hand was large and calloused, the roughness of his palm so different than you.

His fingers curled around yours, not tightly but with a deliberate care that made your breath hitch.

The ring he slid onto your finger was a band of diamonds, each small stone was twinkling like a tiny star, catching the candlelight.

It was beautiful, simple yet extravagant, chosen because it reminded him of you—delicate, precious.

And unique…

But to you it felt like a heavy weight against your fingers, something that’s going to bind you to a life you didn’t want.

You slid a plain platinum band onto his finger, hands shaking so badly you nearly dropped it.

The priest's final words were like a death sentence to you.

“I now announce you both as husband and wife.”

You wept openly now, your body shaking, sobs coming out raw and broken.

The guests clapped, their applause barely reaching your ears because you felt only the weight of your free life being taken away from you.

The ring around your finger felt like chains that were about to keep you locked up.

You hated this moment, hated the ring.

Hated the man before you.

Even though a small traitorous part of you wondered at the gentleness of his hand, the way his touch hadn’t hurt you or bruised you like your fathers always had.

“You may kiss the bride.” the priest said.

Your heart stopped.

You looked up at jungkook, meeting his eyes for the first time and the look in his gaze stole your breath.

His dark eyes softened, a flicker of tenderness breaking through them and it almost terrified you.

Your bottom lip trembled, a mewl escaping as he stepped closer.

His hand cupped your cheek.

His touch felt like a caress of feather, even though the hard callouses of his hand sent shivers down your spine.

His thumb brushing away a tear that escaped.

“Don’t cry.” he murmurs, huskily.

His whisper was meant only for you.

“I’ve got you.”

He leaned in and you closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for something forceful, something cold.

But his lips met yours in a soft, fleeting peck, brushing against yours with a warmth that was over before you could process it.

The kiss was respectful and restrained.

As if he knew you weren’t ready and it left goosebumps all over you, your lips tingling with an unfamiliar heat.

It was your first kiss, stolen on the day you dreaded the most and the realization made your tears fall harder.

He pulled back, breath hot against your skin and whispered.

“I’ll protect you y/n, always… I promise.”

His words were another vow, your mind reeling and assuming that all his words were just a lie in order to get you to be his slave.

Even though a small part of you told you otherwise, which you refused to acknowledge.

You turned away as you clutched the bouquet, the petals crumbling under your grip just like your life.

The crowd cheered, their voices distant, you only felt the ghost of his lips and the cage closing around you.

jungkook stood beside you, frame towering like a threat, his own heart tangling with mixed emotions.

He didn’t understand your tears and didn’t know the depth of your pain.

But he knew one thing.

You were his now.

And he'd burn the world to keep you safe.

Even if you hated him for it.

The ceremony ended with you walking back down the aisle, his hand at the small of your back, the touch both comforting and suffocating.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t speak, your tears falling like rain as you mourned for the life you’d lost and the cage you’d just entered.

Locked up forever.

The future was dark in front of you.

And you didn’t know if you’d ever find light again.

۶ৎ

You were currently in jungkook's house after the wedding.

The bedroom was dimly lit with candles that lined the nightstand, their glow casting across the masculine decor of his room.

A king sized bed with charcoal silk sheets.

The scent in his room was heavy with a clean male scent that was uniquely jungkook's and a sharp smell of cigarette smoke.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your small frame hunched as if trying to disappear.

The simple white dress you wore after the ceremony—clung to you.

Your hands gripped the sheets, fingers twisting the silky material until your knuckles whitened, the texture grounding you against the fear in your chest.

Tears fell silently down your cheeks, their saltiness on your lips.

Each sob was a quiet shuddering breath, barely audible as if making any sound would summon the man you now called your husband.

You couldn’t breathe, you just wanted to wail loudly.

To let out all the sorrow you had.

The room's luxury and its richness mocked the poverty you had but at least it provided you joy and a freedom you always loved.

You imagined him forcing himself on you, his voice rude and the thought made your stomach lurch, bile rising in your throat.

The door creaked open, sending your body jolting.

jungkook stepped inside, his presence shifting the air in the room immediately and the tension was palpable.

He'd discarded his wedding suit, the white shirt was now unbuttoned at the top, revealing his skin and hints of his muscular chest.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veiny arms and faint scars.

His face with all its sharp features and the constant frown he had was softened by the glow of the candle but the intensity of his gaze remained.

Unrelenting and piercing.

Your head spun at his even sharper smell and how he invaded your senses.

He didn’t approach immediately.

His steps measured as if navigating whether you're comfortable or not.

Instead he paused near the table, picking up a glass from the tray and filling it with water from a jar.

“Do you need anything?” he asked.

It was careful but it still made your heart race.

You shook your head, unable to form words, eyes fixed on the floor, not even daring to meet his.

jungkook sets the glass down with a soft clink, the sound sharp in the silence.

He moved to the window, the curtains parted slightly to reveal the night sky. He tried to fill the silence with words, voice gentler now, almost hesitant.

“The ceremony… it was long. Did you manage to eat anything after?”

His tone was an attempt at normalcy, but it felt nothing like that, instead it felt like a stranger intruding on your grief.

You didn’t respond, lips pressing into a thin line as another tear slipped down your cheek.

He exhaled a sound heavy with frustration and confusion at not being able to understand you and reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette.

He lit the cigarette, taking a drag and leaned against the window frame, his posture casual, though his eyes never left you.

Minutes passed, the silence stretching.

jungkook’s already thin patience seemed to fade because he couldn’t just read your mind if you didn’t speak.

He wanted to listen and he'd never cross the line, make you uncomfortable or do anything without your consent.

He straightened, the cigarette dangling from his lips and spoke again, voice edged with something raw.

“Are you unhappy with this marriage?”

The question lit a spark of fury inside you, igniting it into something you'd been holding back.

You didn’t know how it happened but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your head snapped up, eyes glistening with tears, a scream begging to be unleashed from your lips.

“Unhappy?”

The word was more of a sob.

“You think I wanted this? you think I chose to be here? m—my father forced me! he sold me like I was nothing and threatened my mother’s life if I didn’t comply.”

“And you—you just took me? like I was a prize to be brought to me! I'll never accept you as my husband, never love you and never let you touch me! you're no different from him—from the monster who beat my mother, who broke every day of my life—”

You paused, chest heaving as a broken sob left you, you realized you were rambling, pent up emotions and anger coming out all at once.

“You’re just another man like him and I’ll die before I let you break me too!”

Your voice cracked, the words spilling out in a rush and you struggled to breathe, your dress clinging to your sweat damped skin.

Your hands trembled violently, nails digging into the sheets.

Your cheeks flushed with your anguish, bottom lip trembling with another sob.

jungkook’s face darkened from where he stood, eyes narrowing.

He didn’t interrupt once when you were talking, letting you let out all your feelings.

Something men has never allowed in your life, they never let you have a voice and never valued your feelings.

They always silenced you like your father.

Punished you.

The cigarette burned, forgotten between his fingers, jaw clenching as his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded

His voice was almost a growl with confusion but not anger—not at you.

The cigarette fell to the floor, dying in the dark.

He took a step toward you and you gasped, your body curling, arms wrapping around yourself as if expecting a blow or a slap.

The action was like a knife to his chest.

His eyes flashed with an anger so intense his entire form was shaking and it was aimed at the one who had taught you to fear.

To expect pain from a raised hand.

His fists unclenched, hands hovering uselessly as if he wanted to reach for you but he knew he couldn’t.

He had questions too many of them.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, quietly.

Though there's a dangerous edge there.

“Who made you think I’d hurt you?”

You didn’t hear the question, couldn’t hear anything over your own pounding heart.

“Stop lying!” you screamed.

A wail left your lips, body shaking as you stood abruptly.

“Just stop acting like you didn’t know! you knew I didn’t want this, that I was forced into it and you just went with it—"

You paused, taking a deep shaky breath.

“You’re a monster just like him! I’ll never forgive you or think this is okay. You—you bought me and I'll hate you for it every day for the rest of my life!”

Your words hung for him heavy and final

You collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, hiccups leaving you as tears soaked the sheets beneath you.

Your hair clung to your wet cheeks, covering your face from his gaze, your makeup ruined just like the inside of you.

The room started feeling smaller, the walls felt like they were closing in.

jungkook stood frozen, his breathing shallow, eyes locked on your frame.

The fury in his gaze softened into something else—something almost broken.

He wanted to speak to deny your accusations, to tell you he hadn’t known that he’d been lied to for the first time, manipulated by your father’s bullshit.

But your pain was like a wall in front of him that he couldn’t break through, a wound he couldn’t easily heal.

He took another step, slower this time and you moved away, shaking your head.

His heart lurched at that, his brows furrowing.

He stopped, his hands falling to his side. In this moment, he not only hated the world that had hurt you but he hated himself more for being a part of it.

He wanted to rip apart whoever had made you this way, to tear their limbs from their body with his bare hands.

To make them feel the terror you carried in your very soul since you were a child.

But he couldn’t.

Not now.

Not when you were shattering before him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t give him the chance, with a choked cry, you bolted from the bed, your bare feet carrying you out.

You ran, sobs echoing in the hallway.

You found an empty room, its door ajar and burst inside, slamming it shut with a force that rattled it.

The lock clicking in place.

You sat down on the floor, body weak and no energy left in you.

The room was a stark difference with minimal furnishing compared to jungkook's bedroom.

You cried until your throat was raw, eyes swollen and burning.

The lock on the door was a small barrier but it was all you had—a shield against the man you feared, the man who was now your husband.

Your hands clutched at the floor, wanting to ground yourself to reality, chest feeling empty and you wondered if you'd ever feel whole again.

You hated jungkook—hated his presence, the way he'd claimed you without a thought about your willingness.

A memory was there that refused to be gone though.

His touch when he'd wiped your tears at the altar, his lips soft against yours and his voice that promised safety.

It didn’t make sense.

Nothing made sense also the way he didn’t react when you yelled at him and didn’t hit you like your father had.

Men like him—men like your father—didn’t protect.

They destroyed.

You shifted, your body aching from the hard floor and pressed your cheek against the door.

Your tears had dried, leaving wet trails on your face as hiccups left you.

Sleep tugged at you, an escape you needed but you fought it, afraid of what might happen.

Images of chains, your father’s fists and jungkook—they didn’t leave your mind.

You were scared that jungkook would hurt you once you slept, his facade slipping to reveal the real him.

Terror was threatening to swallow you whole.

“I won’t break.” you whisper, hoarsely.

Saying it as much to yourself as to the universe for always attempting to destroy your life.

“I won’t let him break me…”

Your father had been the first man to hurt you, to ruin your life and jungkook was here now.

You didn’t know if you could fight them both, you didn’t know if you had the strength.

But you clung to the memory of your mother's love.

And hope.

The only thing that had ever guided you.

۶ৎ

The bedroom was filled with silence after your departure. The sheets were rumpled from where you sat, along with the faint traces of your perfume.

jungkook stood motionless in the center of the room, his broad shoulders slumped, man bun loose now, tugging his hair in his fist as if the pain could anchor him.

His eyes burned with emotions he couldn’t name.

His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for another cigarette, taking a sharp inhale, brows furrowed in a scowl that was more pain than anger.

Your words went through his mind, each one cracking the wall around his heart that he'd spent decades forming.

“forced… sold… I hate you.”

He could hear them endlessly.

He'd been deceived by your father's lies and the betrayal stung not because of the man's audacity but because it had cost him you.

You with your tear streaked face, saw him as a monster—a reflection of the very man who'd broken you.

The realization made him smoke faster, wanting to distract himself but that was barely working.

He exhaled the smoke as he fought the urge to go after you.

He wanted to break down the door of the guest room, to kneel before you and beg for forgiveness, which was something he has never done for anyone.

To promise you the world if it would erase the fear in your eyes that you held for him.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Not when you run away when he approaches.

Someone had hurt you, had taught you to fear a raised hand and the thought made him want to hunt down the culprit.

Make them suffer.

His first clenched, knuckles whitening

“Damn it.” he signs.

A snarl leaving his lips, it was a sound of frustration and agony of a man struggling with feelings he'd long buried.

He turned, pacing the room like a locked beast.

He stopped at the window as he gripped the glass hard enough for it to crack, staring outside at the darkness, the same as what he felt within him.

“Who made you so afraid?” he breathes.

He thought of your eyes wide and shimmering with tears, the way your small body trembled under his gaze.

He'd seen terror before—in the eyes of his enemies—but never like this, never so raw, so personal.

You were so delicate.

So breakable.

Yet you’d stood up to him, your voice rising in a way he hadn’t expected.

That courage buried beneath years of misery, only deepened the ache in his chest.

The need to protect you.

To shield you from a world that had already taken too much.

He sank into the bed and buried his face in his hands.

He didn’t know what love was—had never felt it, never trusted it—but what he felt for you was something fierce.

It was a hunger, a desperation to keep you safe even if it meant fighting his own nature.

He'd been called a monster, a man without mercy and perhaps he was all those things.

But for you he wanted to be more.

He needed to be more.

“Forgive me.” he murmurs.

“I didn’t know… I didn’t know.”

The confession meant that he'd failed you before he'd even begun.

He'd trusted your father's lies, believed you'd chosen this and now you were locked in another room, crying and hating him.

He could barely breathe.

“I’ll fix this.”

He promises with a rasp, he swore he'd try.

“I’ll make it right even if it kills me.”

He meant every one of his words said to you today, even at the wedding.

He didn’t know he could be the man you needed, didn’t know if he could learn to love but he knew he couldn’t let you suffer.

Not you.

Never you.

Not the girl who’d given her meal to a stray, who’s so selfless and had endured too much injustice all her life.

The night stretched on.

In the guest room you drifted to sleep, your body curled on the floor weakly, the entire day taking a toll on you.

In the bedroom jungkook stood, not being able to sleep, his heart filled with fury and longing.

Two souls bound by a marriage.

Their paths entwined with an uncertain future that could change.

Or ruin them both.

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[kermitgardel17]

Desperate

Lmao you can tell I got a bit lazy at the last one but anyways 🫡 more angst and sad bois under the cut

Nyx:

• Actually out of all of my characters I think Nyx is probably one of the most patient ones

• Not in the kind sense of the word but more as stubborn. He could be trying to decipher Darling's real type for a long time and not mind each escape attempt: at the end is all like a game between you two for him

• So in general, it's pretty hard to actually get him desperate or vulnerable

• The only times I can imagine him like that is when he goes a bit insane after trying and trying and trying to be Darling's type without any results

• Even worse if Darling was making him jealous hanging with someone else who he deemed as 'inferior'. I mean, why could they possible have that he doesn't? He's been trying so hard for you to like him!

• He pretty much snaps when you try to leave him at his most vulnerable state

• His mind is a tangled mess and feels a lot of unnecessary emotions he hates at once: frustration, insecurity, anger, jealously, incompetence, denial, desperation...

• If you try to leave him in that state, he'll interpret it as you discarding him aside, like when you sharpen a pencil so much till you can't anymore and you throw it in the trash

• When he gets so overwhelmed like that his vessel starts melting more like his true form but not quite, ending in a thing that keeps trying to look like a human...but not quite

• Of course, he'll never hurt you, you're still his owner and surely you're only confused...but it'll also be so hard to get him off you from now on

• Also say goodbye to whoever you were hanging with lately

• Imagine distorted voices at the same time in the dialogues :D

Alyseos:

• He always kept the well built facade of a trustable, kind, experienced and innocent healer who just wants to always keep you safe

• And really, he does!

• But what happens when you find out about how much of a depraved, disgusting and filthy person he actually is?

• One thing is you somehow breaking into his room and rummaging enough to find all the dirty old bandages, stained napkins, countless detailed schemes of your anatomy and a handmade shrine filled with insignificant mementos of you...

• Other thing is finding out about all the atrocities he did to people, how he secretely tortured your teammates and may have caused their death...

• But also somehow finding out about his true identity and who he used to be? A cursed fallen deity who got his wings chop off, who got greedy and tied your fate to his for the rest of eternity?

• In that moment he feels like floating, it's just a nightmare and your face of horror and disgust is just a hallucination that'll go away soon...right?

• He tries hard to breathe, even if he doesn't really need to, but the only things he's able to tell are real are the burning tears building in his eyes and the hammering of his heart banging his ears

• But worse part is if you decide to ignore him. Really.

• Everything coming from you is a gift he'll always receive with open arms, you're his god after all. But your silence and indifference? He feels like dying...even if he isn't able to

• He'll be crying his eyes out and clinging onto you, his eyes swirling with self hatred and desperation as he begs you to please acknowledge his existence in the slightest...

• It's up to you what you decide to do with him afterwards. He'll be accepting anything coming from your perfect hand

[versevibess]

The Congressman’s Chaos

part one

Paring: Congressman!Barnes + PA!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re his personal assistant, with a talent for making enemies - and causing scenes. But after sparking a war with the wrong Congressman, Bucky’s priorities pivot - from protecting bills, to protecting you.

Disclaimers: Slowburn, eventual smut, sort of an ‘enemies’ to lovers vibe but not quite, series, angst, Bucky is IN LOVE, lots and lots of political themes, no use of y/n, reader is afab, jealousy, possession, all the good stuff, age gap because of super serum!

Bucky viewed you as a pest.

He wholeheartedly believed that he didn’t need a personal assistant - especially one with a mind as creative and as chaotic as yours.

You were like a tornado, purposely misplacing things and causing mishaps just for him to piece back together - the oldest trick in the book, you thought. It made him look like the saviour, as if he had it all under control.

He didn’t know who to blame for hiring you.

He thought you had a screw loose. Perhaps two.

You had absolutely no shame in anything - had absolutely no shame in stooping to the lowest of levels when it came to gaining leverage. Inappropriate photos of his opponent’s being mysteriously leaked the night before debates; private phone calls of yours accidentally being blasted throughout televised conferences once the press became too rowdy.

He was led to believe there wasn’t a professional bone carved into your body - that no thought rang twice around your mind before you sporadically acted on it.

You were never on time, always buzzing from a caffeine high - you’d probably loose your head if it wasn’t attached to your shoulders. No matter how important a meeting may be, no matter who may be attending, you never knew what to say until all eyes were on you, waiting.

Yet somehow, most of the time by the skin on your teeth, you managed to make it work.

‘Organised chaos’ was what you called it. Every word, every action, every ‘mishap’ was a strategy of yours. No, you didn’t attend a prestige college and have the world handed to you on a silver platter, but what you did have? Passion. And lots of it.

•

“Good morning Congressman Barnes, are we ready for today?”

Your tone was clipped, sarcastic, heels clacking to the strum of your voice.

Bucky didn’t even look up from the document he held, his coffee stone brick cold and untouched beside him. He was nervous. Not because of the debate, or because of the fact that it seemed as though he was playing a loosing game - but because of you.

You had been too relaxed these past couple of weeks leading up to the pre-debate - no input, no outbursts, no preposterous plans to take out the opposition by slipping drugs into his drink. Bucky thought that perhaps you had finally put an end to all of the crazy schemes that seemed to seep their way into his office each day - that maybe, just maybe, you wanted to start doing your job ��properly’.

He sucked in a breath, document dropping from his fingertips onto the table as his glacier blue eyes met yours.

You raised an eyebrow as you took a seat at the table - it was never a warm welcome when you arrived. In fact, you could almost see the burden you had become to him every time you entered a room. You didn’t care - it was only a matter of time before he realised that you were a blessing to him.

“Whatever you’re planning, I suggest you put a quick stop to it. Now. ” His face held absolutely no amusement, lips pressed into a tight frown.

Meanwhile, you had to bite back your creeping smile. “What could you be alluding to, Mr Barnes?” You asked innocently, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly.

He exhaled shakily, his flesh hand rubbing harshly at the dark stubble that shadowed his jaw. You were more than sure you were enough to turn the super soldier grey; his forehead wrinkling with distaste as he picked up the discarded document and glanced over it lazily with heavy lidded eyes.

“There are spelling errors in this,” he flicked the document across the table and towards you, leaning back in the chair as his eyes met yours with disapproval, “I also asked if you could highlight the key points of the argument.”

You simply shrugged, crossing one leg over the other as you picked at a speck of fluff stuck to your tailored suit pants. “Apologies for the spelling mistakes, I’m sure you will be able to wrap that big brain of yours around them,” you quipped, “as for they key points, Congressman, I have advised you that an argument is best formed from the heart,-“

“- No, you simply can’t be bothered to do a single thing that I ask you to do. Actually, I’m convinced you do it on purpose.”

You let out an amused breath. “Whatever would make you think that?”

He ignored you, which was smart, not allowing you to rial him up any further before the announcement of a reform he held near and dear to his heart.

The truth was, you had nothing planned as of yet. No tricks up your sleeve, no schemes in the works. For once, you decided to take a step back - observe the situation before jumping to conclusions. You knew this reform meant a lot to Barnes, that it may potentially destroy him if he was to see it fall through.

The long anticipated Veterans Mental Health Reform - one that you had discussed between arguments and disagreements for months. It was finally here, looming over your heads like a heavy storm cloud. It had to pass, there was no option.

Which was why you had to be careful.

Of course, just because you had no schemes ready for the reform, it didn’t mean that you hadn’t done your research.

His opponent was Congressman Valkov, a man who walked with far too much arrogance to fit into any media room. You couldn’t deny that the public were a fan of his - perhaps because he was able to sway the ladies votes with a charming flash of his porcelain veneers and a few smooth sailing compliments to each reporter that held a microphone to his lips.

He was voting against the reform. Why?

Because his nephew was attacked by the Winter Soldier.

Not directly. However, his nephew found himself caught in the midst of one of his assassinations, landing him with a scarred face and a broken leg that didn’t quite seem to step the same way again.

This was no conflicting belief in which Volkov held dearly to him. It was a downright petty jab to get back at Barnes for what he had done in his past life.

He was a changed man, and despite the name calling and bickering the two of you often found yourself partaking in, you couldn’t help but wonder why people couldn’t see that. He was no assassin, in fact, most of the time he was nothing but an anxious grumpy mess.

But Bucky knew all this, and still insisted you let him have his fair fight. Just this once, you would allow it, until things landed pear shaped - undoubtedly they would.

“You look like you’re plotting again.” Bucky mused, flicking through his files with a whirl of his metal fingers.

Your eyes snapped open impossibly wider, blinking rapidly to relieve the dryness of your disassociation. You cleared your throat and looked at your watch, 12:36.

“Right, fourteen minutes before we need to head into the House. You ready? Got everything you need?” You asked.

He raised an eyebrow at you, eyes slowly dragging up from the files he held firmly and god - the way that navy blue suit made his eyes impossibly more striking. You had gotten quite lucky really; not only had he refrained from firing you yet but he was also quite easy on the eye - to say the least. It made you want to push that little bit harder.

“Do you have everything you need? A muzzle? A straight jacket?” He grunted as he placed his briefcase on the table and unclipped it, slipping the thick wad of files inside.

You scoffed, standing up from your chair and smoothing down the pleats of your tailored suit jacket. “Don’t talk dirty to me Congressman, save that for your opponent.”

Almost as if you imagined it, for the briefest of seconds, you could have sworn his lips twitched up into a smile.

•

Bucky stepped up to the podium.

Your heart kicked against your ribs, immediately regretting not formulating some sort of back up plan incase this was all to go south. Eyes scanning the room, you looked for an exit, the closest press, journalists - anything and anyone who may be useful as a potential scapegoat.

He cleared his throat, glassy blue eyes grazing over the audience before him.

He remained silent, perhaps a beat longer than he was supposed to.

“Come on Barnes…” You mumbled beneath your breath.

“Every day in this country, we lose seventeen veterans to suicide. Seventeen. Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters - heroes. People who raised their right hand and swore to defend this nation with their lives. But when the uniform comes off, too often, so does our gratitude. The transition from battlefield to home is not a switch you flip. It’s a war that too many of them are still fighting - in silence.” His voice was controlled, firm yet only soft. Passionate.

You blinked with shock. You certainly hadn’t written that in his draft.

“This bill - The Veteran Mental Health and Suicide Prevention Act - proposes what I believe should have always been the bare minimum: comprehensive mental health services, greater access to care regardless of income or geography, and direct support for families who carry the weight of this fight alongside them.”

“I know there are some in this room who will say it costs too much - that it’s not the government’s place to intervene. To those people, I say this: we sent them into battle. We can’t abandon them now just because the war looks different.”

“We owe them more than parades. We owe them our action. That’s what this bill is… and that’s why I’m asking for your support.”

He finished, silence enveloping his speech as you picked up your slackened jaw and inhaled shakily. For once, he had taken a grain of your advice, “an argument is best formed from the heart” - he had done exactly that, worn his heart on his sleeve in a controlled, professional manner. Not one of his words were prompted by you, they were his.

He nodded, eyes meeting yours in the crowd briefly as you offered him a quick, reassuring smile.

He didn’t smile back.

“Thank you.” He concluded.

He stepped off the stage and you quickly pushed through the bustling crowds of press and their cameras to find him. Adrenaline pumped through your veins - you were sure he had this, all on his own. You pitied his opponent. There was no way in hell that he could come up with an argument as powerful as he had.

You spotted those striking blue eyes before you had even registered that it was him. He didn’t look happy, overjoyed - not even a flicker of pride in his features as you pushed yourself towards him. If anything, he looked… drained.

Joining his side, you both turned to face the podium.

“That was unbelievable,” you said with sincerity that you didn’t often use. “Very good, Congressman… perhaps you should take my advice more often.”

“Yeah well, don’t get used to it.” He grunted beneath his breath.

You fought every urge to roll your eyes; if there wasn’t as many watchful gazes and cameras, the two of you undoubtedly would have broken into a full blown argument by now.

He kept you around though. Hadn’t even threatened to fire you in a while.

“You can show emotion y’know… just one smile, for the cameras.” You said quietly, shoulder brushing his as you leant closer. The press were like vultures; waiting to strike on any conversation the two of you had which could be recorded and clipped for scandal. No doubt you had already supplied them with everything they needed.

“I know you’ve done your digging,” Bucky’s eyes remained strained on the stage, hands sinking deep into the pockets of his suit pants. “But you’ve never met Valkov - the guy’s a showman, likes an element of surprise…” he clicked his tongue behind his teeth, eyes finally meeting yours with coldness. “You never know what he’ll say or do.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, lips twisting with thought. “Careful, Congressman, or he may land himself a new PA with that kind of praise.” Your tone dripped with sarcasm - you made sure of it. However you couldn’t suppress the slight ache in your chest - you were certain that Bucky had used those words to describe you before. Did he dislike you, that much?

Every metal piece and muscle plane on Bucky’s body tensed as Valkov walked onto the stage. You raised your eyebrows in shock; he was better looking than his Facebook photos - tall, tanned skin, ditched the suit jacket for a tight white button up. Not your particular type, yet you still wondered why on earth this man was in Congress. He didn’t fit the mould.

Then again, neither did Bucky.

“Good afternoon Senate.”

God, his voice. Sharp and cocky, performative. A showman indeed.

A showstopper, to the public.

Your stomach flipped when his eyes met yours. Not his opponents - yours.

He smirked into the microphone mounted upon the podium before speaking.

“You know, I almost didn’t bother preparing remarks for this because frankly, the bill we’re discussing today speaks for itself. And what it says, loudly and clearly, is that emotion - not reason - is driving the agenda in this chamber. Now, let me be perfectly clear before the headlines twist my words: I respect our veterans. We all do. But respect doesn’t mean throwing open the government’s checkbook every time someone wraps their bad policy in a flag and dares us to say no.”

You hissed, tearing your eyes away from the stage and turning abruptly. Your body was on fire. “I’m not listening to this shit!-“ you seethed beneath your breath, for Bucky’s ears alone.

You took a step infront of him, ready to stride for the exit until your entire body locked and froze. An adamantium hand wrapped around your wrist, cooling your sizzling skin like ice and stopping your steps in your tracks.

Bucky inched forwards, tilting his head with warning in his eyes. It felt as though the entire room had fell into silence.

He lowered his voice, eyes flickering to the cameras which had slowly turned in your direction, flashes ticking slowly.

“You’re staying here, right next to me, where I can keep you out of trouble.” His words were clipped, his tone firm.

You furrowed your eyebrows, shock creasing your face as his grip loosened.

The cameras flashed. Again. And again.

You slowly turned back around to face the stage.

“The legislation proposed by my… esteemed colleague, Congressman Barnes, is little more than political theater. It’s designed to tug heartstrings, to make headlines, to play to the cameras. But when you actually read the fine print? It’s reckless. It’s expensive. And it is, quite frankly, dangerous in its naivety. We’re being asked to funnel billions of taxpayer dollars into a system that has already proven itself incapable of real reform. The VA is broken - c’mon, we all know it. This bill doesn’t fix it. It feeds it.”

Your jaw almost hit the ground as you watched the press murmur and nod between themselves. And if it wasn’t for Bucky watching your every move like a hawk from behind you? You would have absolutely done something about it.

Valkov paused, a hand clasping the lip of the podium. The glimmer of silver on his ring finger caught your eye - a wedding band. Useful.

A slow, sly, smirk spread across his face, eyes gazing just over your shoulder to where Bucky stood behind you. You could feel the heat pulsing from your skin, could feel the sweat formed by rage beginning to gather in your palms.

“And I have to say, I find it… interesting… that the Congressman from New York feels so passionately about the so-called ‘invisible wounds’ of war when he’s spent so much time running from the visible ones.”

It felt as though your heart had fallen from your ribcage.

His side of the stage began to ripple with murmurs and laughter.

Your face flushed. Your blood - boiling.

“Let’s not pretend we don’t know what this really is. It’s not about the veterans. It’s about image. It’s about redemption. But the American people don’t elect us to work through our personal baggage on the House floor. They elect us to lead with logic, discipline, and clear-eyed decision-making. And the logical decision here? Is to vote no.”

Silence.

Gut wrenching, mind shattering silence.

“Thank you.”

•

You followed him home later that evening.

The downright disrespect had shaken you to the very bone. Not only the disrespect towards Bucky, but the disrespect towards veterans suffering nationwide was astounding. And people still supported such a creature.

Mentioning money would have been enough - the cost of living had become so astronomical that the public would do anything to protect their pockets from any further damage. But to make personal jabs at Bucky whilst caked in microphones and cameras? This was a whole other level of cruel.

The feeling didn’t come or go, it just simmered. Unforgiving, unfathomable rage. The type that made you twitch.

You switched off your headlights as you pulled up on the opposite side of the road, parking beneath a tree that offered just enough shielding of the street lamps overhead. Your heart thudded in your chest as you watched him step out of his vehicle, briefcase in hand, loosening his tie as he stepped along the cobble patio.

His wife greeted him at the door with a kiss. You grimaced.

He walked inside.

Your mind ticked, spine slouching as you released a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding.

You usually never let it get this far. And if Bucky wasn’t going to agree to play dirty?

Well then, you’d just have to do it for him.

•

Cries of your name followed you as you leapt quickly towards the office building, the bodies of the press practically swarming at your feet as you swayed your way up the stairs.

Another microphone was pushed in front of your eyes abruptly - a frazzled looking blonde woman appeared holding it moments later. Fuck, they were fast.

“What is your opinion on the recent rumours regarding Congressman Richard Valkov?” Your lip curled as you watched the saliva spray from her mouth, your fingers clutching the cardboard takeaway tray so tight that it was on the verge of splitting…

As were you.

You peered down through the blackened lenses of your sunglasses and noticed the spill that ran down the side of Bucky’s coffee cup. You hissed with sheer annoyance, spinning around on the stone stair with a stomp.

The press immediately stilled, watching you with eager, greedy eyes.

You leant forwards, addressing no microphone in particular as you cleared your throat.

“My opinion on the rumours regarding Congressman Valkov are that there is no rumour. I believe the claims that he is involved in ties to private mental health companies are entirely true.” You said, your clear voice backed by unbreakable confidence.

“And what about your personal relationship with Mr Barnes!?” Another called.

Your brows knitted behind the thick frame of your glasses.

“My position is personal assistant. There is no, personal relationship.” You bit back, their questions growing distant as you turned and rushed your way to the landing.

You narrowed your eyes at their blurred reflections in the large glass doors, mumbling incoherently to yourself as you stepped forward and waited for them to open. One hand tugged off your glasses, slipping them into your handbag that hung at your waist.

In the lobby, waiting with one hand in his suit jacket pocket - his face creased with both concern and anger, was Congressman Barnes.

He didn’t say a word to you as you first walked in. He just listened.

Listened to the muffled commotion outside, listened to the soft strum of classical music that played overhead; the receptionists typing; the clack of your heels. He listened, he breathed steadily, he watched you. Carefully.

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning?” You observed with a sour smile, pulling his coffee from the takeaway carrier and handing it to him.

He looked at it, then back at you slowly - as if he had never seen a takeaway cappuccino before. Then, he extended his hands, grasping the warm coffee cup with his flesh one, and dangling the keys to his office in the metal one.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. No, good morning? No, how are you after yesterday? Just silence - not even a thanks for the coffee. Just eerie, deadly silence, and a stare that made you want to sink into the ground.

He took a step forwards, lowering his head to hover beside your ear before he glanced left. Then right.

No doubt he could hear the way that your breath swept out of your body. Your senses were practically flooded by him - the scent of sandalwood and leather almost knocking your feet from where they stood.

“You go to my office and you do not say a word to a soul,” He breathed into your ear, your eyes slowly widening over the shoulder of his charcoal grey suit jacket - to where the receptionist had paused her typing. “Take the key, I will be up in fifteen minutes. There are two articles open on my computer - I suggest you read them.”

He stepped back and your heart stilled as your fingers brushed the metal dangling from his palm.

Oh he was mad. Really, fucking, mad.

You forced a smile to your lips. And for once, you did exactly as he asked.

You didn’t get side tracked or purposely take a detour on the way to his office - you simply got in the elevator quietly, heart pounding in your ears, blood still simmering with rage. Every movement seemed to drag, each second doubling, every floor number that flashed before your eyes seeming to prolong its screen time.

The elevator doors whirled open as ding chimed over your head.

You were adamant he couldn’t be angry at you… after the bullshit Valkov spouted at yesterday’s pre-debate? It had to be some sort of delayed reaction. Surely he had to know that you were just trying to help him - even if it wasn’t in the most, ethical, of ways.

The metal keys to his office dug into your palm as you stepped inside, the door gently clicking closed behind you. That same scent of sandalwood and something light and heavenly blanketed the silent room, the high view over the city almost standing still in the moments that you walked towards his desk.

The computer screen was dark.

You took a seat in the leather chair beside it, hand gently grazing the mouse to brighten the screen.

And there it was - all of your hard work.

An article published by The District Insider, regarding Valkov’s ties to private mental health institutions and how the deciding vote would depreciate his cut of their profits. It wasn’t your best work - you could have provided the proof, yet you saw it as a simple flame - a warning… Valkov could choose whether he fuelled that flame or extinguished it.

Pride flickered in your chest.

It was short lived.

You inched your hand across the desk, hovering the courser above the small ‘x’ at the right hand corner of the screen. You clicked it hesitantly, revealing the second article that hid behind the first page.

Your brows furrowed, mouth parting as an amused breath left your lips.

It was you and Bucky, at the pre-debate, his hand around your wrist. The photographer must have been exceptionally good at his job, considering he had caught you both in a moment where it seemed as though you didn’t want to rip the head off of one another. If anything, you both looked… happy. Content.

Your eyes softened at the unusual sight - you could hardly see your face, but his was on full display.

Perhaps the photographer wasn’t so good at his job. Perhaps, you were too caught up in the chaos of your own mind that you didn’t noticed the way he looked at you. This wasn’t a look of frustration, or anger or annoyance… it was something else.

You scrolled down.

‘Fighting for veterans? - or just fighting temptation’

‘Congressman Barnes sharing a heartfelt moment with his up close and personal assistant.’

More photos flooded the screen. Photos of him towering over you from behind - this time taken from another angle - more forward facing.

His stare didn’t leave you in a single shot.

He wasn’t focused on Valkov. He was focused on you.

You hummed to yourself, eyes slowly blinking with what almost seemed like realisation; your back hitting the expensive leather chair that puffed out at the seams. You twisted a lock of hair between two fingers, swiping the soft strands across your pursed lips - something you only did when you hit a wall; when you didn’t know what to do next. It wasn’t very often.

The office door opened, yet your eyes didn’t leave the screen.

Your mind whirled, your heart almost stilling as you dared to read the lines published beneath the photos.

“Barnes appeared far more captivated by his assistant than the issues at hand, raising questions about where his loyalties truly lie.”

You slowly looked away from the screen, gazing up at Bucky who was now standing on the opposite side of the desk; one hand in his jacket pocket, his face blank, emotionless; bottom lip protruding slightly - as if he was thinking.

It was an effort to even swallow; your throat tightening as you grew aware of the blood that was rushing to your head.

You couldn’t quite comprehend what it was that you were feeling - was it embarrassment? Anger?

Was it relief?

You told yourself that romantic relationships were a waste of time and effort in this job - that you possibly couldn’t split your days between holding everything together here, and at home. But when it was all laid out in front of you? Photos, articles, proof? It was as if it all came rushing to your brain at once.

Why was it, that you went that extra mile for him? Why was it that you couldn’t simply go home once your day had ended? That you simply couldn’t turn your mind off and had to constantly plan what was next, even when it hadn’t even rounded the corner yet. Your mind was a constant loop of thought - but it only ever regarded him, this job, how you can help.

Bucky waved two fingers at the desk, gesturing towards the computer lazily.

“Notice how there were no spelling mistakes? Key arguments clear with a strong hook… really gets you interested, doesn’t it? Maybe we should start drafting my scripts with the same format.” He let out a bitter, breathy laugh - one that didn’t meet his eyes.

You winced, rubbing your face with your hands as a strained groan rumbled from your lips.

“Oh, and I don’t suppose you know who anonymously tipped off the tabloids? Convenient isn’t it? That only hours after the pre-debate they were informed that Valkov is partnered with companies like Mindwell Solutions and TruePath Wellness Group…” His tone was laced with sheer annoyance, but you just couldn’t shake the photos, the article - the way he was looking at you.

You sucked in a harsh breath, shutting down the computer entirely.

“He chose this fight when he made personal jabs at you on that podium.” You eventually bit out, voice deathly calm yet still homing a shake.

“No, you chose this fight!” He argued, his voice raising. “Do you have any idea what kind of person Valkov is?.. Do you? Do you think I’m the only one in this job with a fucked up past and a pardon?” His metal hand gripped the corner of the desk as he leant down to reach eye level with you. He chuckled lowly, your gaze dropping to his lips and that flash of white teeth for a split second. “You think you’re the only one who can play dirty? Well, Valkov - he’s filthy. And now we have the press speculating a relationship between us, he’s not gonna target me - it’ll be you.”

Rage simmered and bubbled beneath your skin, tiny heated pinpricks coating your entire body as you met him half way, slowly leaning over the desk until your face was a mere few inches away from his.

You watched his throat bob, lips part; listened to his breath hitch.

“Well, at least I’m not to blame for that particular article… am I, Congressman?” You accused, your voice lowered, daring.

He pushed himself away from the desk, staggering a few steps back as he ran a metal hand through his slicked back hair. You grinned ever so slightly to yourself, crossing your arms over chest as you leant back into the chair; watching as his back muscles twitched beneath his pressed white shirt.

After a few beats of glass shattering silence, he turned back around to face you.

“You - do not leave my side. Is that understood? This isn’t just politics anymore, this is a personal vendetta he has against me. He wants revenge… and he is going to target you.” You could see his composure begin to crumble before your very eyes. “You do not leave this office without me, you do not go home without security,-“

That was the moment you knew, this was more than just a conflict of opinion. This was why he wanted a fair fight - this was personal. And somehow, you had gotten yourself mixed up in the middle; all for a man you found joy in torturing.

“You contact me when you get home, you do not leave your house without telling me exactly where you are going - are you even listening to me?” Your eyes had unwillingly drifted off with thought, your focus immediately snapping back to him with a scowl.

“You can’t control me Bucky, do not tell me what I can and can’t do.” You said his name like it came with a bad taste.

He jolted forward, hands outstretched as if he was begging you; he said your name - pleaded it. His voice no longer held anger or rage, it was raw. Desperate.

“You have made me blissfully aware that I cannot control a single thing you do, but what I can do? Protect you.”

Your mouth fell ajar, a sharp breath finally scrambling into your oxygen starved lungs.

You found it hard in that very moment to maintain eye contact, every muscle and bone in your body begging you to look away. You didn’t. You held it; held it until it felt like your insides had began to melt from the heat of your blood, your skin.

And for once, fear rumbled inside of you.

Your mind raced. You couldn’t crumble this easily - you had done this for too long, fought bigger demons. There was no way you were going to slip up and fall soft now.

“How much… protection, will I require?” You didn’t want to ask the real question - “how much danger have I gotten myself in?”

Yet you already knew the answer to that. Not once had he ever looked at you the way he was now - terrified, on the verge of shattering entirely. Valkov really must have quite the reputation; considering that this was the first time Bucky had truly begged you to listen to him; especially since you chose to ignore him, most of the time.

“Enough to keep us both alive.” He answered.

part two will be linked here.

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@star-yawnznn

[cheschesterpossum]

(In reference to that Yandere Transformers post about turning humans into Cybertronians, bc it's kinda scaaary. And I like thinking about the angst.)

(It could be something regular Rung and Primes do as well, but it fits SG! Rung and Primes slightly better.)

Hear me out.

SG! Rung, and the Primes figuring out how to transform humans into Cybertronians so they could preserve their (Favorite) creator, and not lose them in, like, 50 Earth Years. Once they're transformed, Y/N has to learn how to adapt to their new life as one of the creatures they helped to create. Unable to go back to their old life even if they wanted to.

I imagine that they'd probably be, like, a regular Cybertronian? They aren't gonna start out godlike, or anything. lmao. The only thing they do have going for them is the knowledge of how to control/kill switch other Cybertronians. Which is strong, sure, but not something that can't be countered with careful planning. Also, Primus, and the Primes themselves answer to them. So yeah.

Them starting out normal won't stop their clingy immortal son, and grand children from making them immortal as well, though. Maybe even giving them Prime/God status of their own volition to allow them enough strength to keep up with them.

-Perchance Anon

Oh my goodness how are you so big brained Perchance???

(I know you meant for this to be wholly platonic with Rung, but I feel like this could be both romantic or platonic)

(Also SG Primes are all asshole, they're the one putting the cogless bots in the mine, not Sentinel. Just my way of interpreting sg universe for tfone)

The SG!Primes and SG!Rung, as much as they're a bunch of evil little shits they're absolutely terrified of losing their y/n (again). The abandon arc left them all with abandonment issue whether they're aware or not.

The first time you're gone maybe temporary (for a long gosh darn time by the pocket universe's standard) but you being gone of old age is permanent, and that terrify them to the core.

I like to think y/n start off as a cogless bot at first bcs the Primes and Rung were pretty hasty when turning them into a cybertronian. I'm making y/n small af compared to their brats (like how small cogless bot are compared to the Primes. They're massive wtf). Adapting to your new form is going to be pretty tricky but worry not as your beloved creations are here to guide you! (Also for some reason you still have your human organs but they're made of metal now, but your heart is replaced with spark, just bcs I like weird body horror)

Can you imagine how scandalous that would be? The Primes? Having a cogless bot around? And catering towards their needs? Did the Primes just call the bot 'SIRE'? Letting that COGLESS bot boss the PRIMES around? Wait wtf do you mean Primus and the Matrix flog towards the bot as well? WHO IS THIS???????

Even SG!Sentinel is baffled as well, he have no idea where y/n come from, their origin and who they are (whenever he try to ask the Primes get strangely hostile and on guard towards him). But other than that he's really concerned for you, because like he's been around the Primes for a long time (not as much as you but shhhh) so... were you kidnapped? (Tbh yeah) Are they keeping you as a pet? Are they keeping you hostage?

I do think they'll make you a lot more durable than the average bot, like INSANELY durable, so you could keep up with them and wouldn't get crushed by just a hug. You're a walking indestructible cogless deity or demi-god now.

Aside from that I'd like to add a side effect: considering y/n have a bond that runs deep with with Primes and Primus (Rung), their spark is connected to them. The Primes and Rung can feel your emotions and can sense when you're in danger or distress- this caused you to have less personal space- bcs whenever they remotely sense that you're upset at something they're getting there at light speed.

One of the High Guard: *makes a not so funny pun*

SG!y/n: erm... haha-

*The wall besides you two explode as your brats(Primes) burst through it, and they're ready to give the high guard a demotion (death)*

Either that or Rung strike the "offending" bot down with a lightning strike out of nowhere. Doesn't matter if it's sunny or you two are inside a building.

Due to that everyone is walking on eggshells whenever they're in y/n's presence, they value their lives.

When you recharge (if you're not being cuddled by SG!Rung in a bone breaking grip already) you can hear whispers of Rung's voice, not in your audials but in your processor. He whispers many things and many reassurance, sprinkle in some manipulation to keep you here.

Did I forget to mention you don't have much freedom either? They keep you in the palace 24/24 because they're paranoid of y/n escaping or being stolen by someone or getting hurt or worse killed. Even if you go outside there will always be company, whether it'd be the Primes, (usually) Rung or the few high guards they trust to be with you.

The Primes would constantly try to show off and one up eachother now that their sire is back in their life, just like good old time. But more often than not Rung would whisk y/n away when they're not looking.

On the upside you're treated very well! The way they act to others and towards you is like black and white. You could call the Primes by their name (not title) or nickname anytime you want ("Hey Megatronny"), but if other bot calls them that? That bot is dead.

You can still scold them and boss them around ("Onyx! Stop trying to peck your siblings processor!), and they'd listen (hopefully). They're more like clingy spoiled brats to you than anything. The power you held is... terrifying to everyone else ngl.

You may never be able to get back to your world or be human anymore. But hey you have free healthcare, food, no need to pay rent, no need to pull an all-nighter for work now! Not like you can escape Rung's watchful optic anyway👁👁 (from having a job to being unemployed, best glow up yet).

And ykw? Feel free to activate and use the Matrix of Leadership anytime you want. You still can't believe the toy you bought from ebay turned divine.

[lllunaverde]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝

Filled cups of grief. Trying fathers and sons. A yearning heart for the uncertain one. Full of hope and longing. The love Jason thinks he doesn't deserve.

—a visitor takes refuge in the home of Bruce Wayne, causing a havoc to Jason.

📼 Your Guardian Angel, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

DEFAULT TAGS: BYI / BYR❕PLEASE COMPLETELY READ MY GENERAL RULES FIRST ❕ I WRITE AND SUPPORT DARK CONTENT, THIS WORK IS NOT DARK, THIS TAG IS ONLY A WARNING TO NOT DISAPPOINT IF YOU DON'T LIKE SUCH OR AN ANTI || anyone is welcome to read my works but all my y/n / readers are afab, fat / plus size / chubby and of color, always. whether it's heavily described in my works or not. mood board

CW: completed. sfw. third person pov. use of y/n. she/her. minor original characters. ethnicity isn't mentioned but she lives in london and no heavy depiction of her background. lots of talk about death and grief. a lot of angst. sickening fluff. bits of crack. bits of mild violence. mild slow burn. slice of life. im a domesticity extremist, will not elaborate on that. a lot of profanities. unfortunately there's no smut here but probably will write for him one day. while this is their family's centric, all having a slight brief of their dynamics—duke, tim, stephanie and cassandra's arcs isn't much explored in this. more focused on alfred, bruce, damian and dick around jason. sue me for the certain cliches here.

NOTES: i wrote this on a whim in 2022 bc i fell in love with jason when i read wfa for the first time. ofc i was barely knowledgeable about the comics, each of the characters. so while i don't deny there's some cliches, i belive that i did each of them right as i studied them meticulously. i know for a lot of comic fans aren't fond of the webtoon but bc of said webtoon, i got into comics and made sure i was doing them right. although this has gone through so much editing, it's still clearly there that this was my first ever published fanfic. i hope you like it and share your thoughts. images used.

©lllunaverde/loveiiirene, october 2022-may 2023

๋࣭ ࿐࿔ PREVIEW

To this day and Bruce figures it will still go on for a long time—he struggles still in letting the normalcy of life get to him as chaos always threaten to slip in the cracks of his home, even the world rather. Flaws, he have much in him and he knows that. But heartless was never one of his suits. He had the eyes to see the glint in his son's eyes and he saw so much in them. "All I know is that I don't think I've seen him like that before," says him. And he couldn't turn away from them then, not when something so worth to risk for was unfolding in front of him. "....Steady and happy...with someone that can possibly mean more to him." He figured that it was that simple as well, because he's a father.

Y/N's head tilted so gently slow, her expression falling into a sad one, his words making her heart clench, the worst of it was his eyes boring into hers, and she could hear so little of longing in his voice. She sighed quietly, nodding, "...I see...that's very sweet."

It came so heavy to her that he was approving of her to his son, what they have yet is just the mere beginning and yet he urges her. How come she was so deep in already when she was just only waning in the waters?

"You should be aware of how heavy those words are, Bruce."

"I'm well aware. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Indeed he was aware as when he said those words, he felt her pulse race, along the awe he saw in her—he smiled.

Y/N chuckled, "And you're also aware that you're setting us up, yes?"

Bruce laughed freely, "Yes, that's what they call it these days."

"What do you think he thinks of this? "

"I know that he's pissed at me because of it."

"I'm sure he is."

𝐈 - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 ๋࣭ ࿐࿔ 12, 444k wc.

𝐈𝐈 - Chapter 4, Chapter 5 ๋࣭ ࿐࿔ 10, 116k wc.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - Chapter 6, Chapter 7 ๋࣭ ࿐࿔ 12, 641k wc.

𝐈𝐕 - to be posted

[queerqueenbeelove]

The Pollination feels after Ruby’s ascension would be wild

If they were together before Ruby’s ascension, then there's a lot of angst about not feeling like they're being good enough partners for Ruby

If they get together after, then maybe Weiss and Blake realize that they have romantic feelings for Ruby because of how they felt when she was gone

This could probably cause some tension between Yang and Blake since they only just got together

[likesdoodling]

I have finished The Angst Version™~ (of chapter 50 of The Harrowing by @chthonion >:D) The bonus chapter added some stuff/re-inspired me, which is all to the good imo~ gotta get that Maximum Angst Factor AMMIRIGHT?? >:D (also. Mostly paraphrasing stuff just so you're aware~)

Then we got some of the conversation~ (without dialogue, 'cause a picture tells a thousand words~ >:D)

Then a sketch that was completely inspired by the bonus chapter-

It's not as 'polished' as the other ones, I just had thoughts about that tidbit and decided I absolutely had to mention it- so it got a drawing to match. :D

And finally, because I don't want to end this on too depressing a note-

:')

I'm not crying, you are.

My personal favourites include Extra Angry Maedhros + hands over the face Annatar, - then- actually. y'know what? I can't pick favourites. I like them all too much to do that. But that was the 'segment' that I experimented on - to try and convey the emotions through how chaotic/forceful the lines were, and it worked exactly how I wanted it to. Which is very satisfying.

>:D

(also, I don't think Maedhros was quite that visibly angry in the actual chapter, but it's supposed to be a mix of that plus Annatar's perception of him/what made Annatar panic. Make of that what you will. Eheh. Eheh. Eheh. >:D)

[v-poreons]

OCposting..... This is Coven :3 she's a witch who specializes in luck magic! I need to post her so I can yap about her more, she's rotating in my brain at top speed

(Also her bf belongs to @oodliedoodlies hiiii hiiiiiiii hi hi hi)

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

https://www.tumblr.com/gnawingonleonsbicep/777656816322658304/thinking-about-kissing-leon-while-wearing?source=share

What if one day I ran out of chapstick and I kiss him and he doesn't feel the tingle anymore? Will he freak out? Brain shot circuit? Thinks that he's desensitized to kissing me? It's not special anymore? Mental breakdown? :(

Teehee I giggled

Anyways, I think at first he’d be a little confused cause he’s just gotten so used to it. So the first time you kiss him without it, it throws off everything and he just needs a second to process? Like, he just keeps waiting for the tingle to come. When it’s been too long for it he starts to question it.

Again, he didn’t put too much thought into it, didn’t think it could’ve been the chapstick you were wearing because it just crossed his mind. So he comes up to you and explains that “the tingle is gone.”

Now, I’m picturing that he didn’t really express his thought process for one reason or another, so maybe it gets a little chuckle out of you, and then you ask about it. He repeats “the tingle. It’s gone.”, and eventually you get it out of him that your chapstick makes his lips tingle when you kiss him.

Now whether you decide to explain it to him or not, after some moping from him maybe you get some more because even though it’s such a small thing, it brings Leon some joy, and the poor guy needs it. Like he really really needs it.

Personally though, if I was in a situation that was that endearing, I probably couldn’t tell him the truth and just make up something to appease him until I could get more.

[cappybawa106]

Rivals 🎼🍎🦔

Close ups + Extras:

[theweirdestroller]

Returning to the Smokescreen and Magnus thing!

One of the many reasons that Smokescreen is having such a great time compared to canon is that no one is suspicious of him! He didn't arrive in a Decepticon escape pod, rather, he arrived with a well known member of the Autobots!

It should be noted that as excited to meet the whole team as Smokey is, Wheeljack does. not. like. him. Mainly because Wheeljack does not like Magnus. And right here is (in his eyes) a Mini Magnus! Anyway, Wheeljack desperately wants to dropkick the child.

There's a fun variation of this (which includes a card game that i, personally, will not be talking about yet) where Wheeljack gets Smokescreen into gambling to spite Ultra Magnus. This backfires horribly because unlike his Gen 1 counterpart who cheats to win, Prime Smokescreen is naturally good at gambling. Wheeljack does not win. And Smokescreen gets the gambling addiction that is his birthright. Magnus is absolutely furious with the Wrecker.

Will I add the gambling subplot in? I dunno. It's a fun idea and Smokescreen gets to have even more fun while the rest of the cast suffers. Wheeljack and Magnus the most.

[just-a-pollicle]

hellllo may i hear about the munkavity?

hi!!!! It's not much and frankly it's mostly smut (and largely me yelling about them to friends)

Like I believe they absolutely hate each other but there is a bit of respect there. Especially from mac towards munk cause munk is actually strong enough to hold his own against mac without magic. Like yea some of the other cats are willing to fight mac but munks the only one who can actually last by himself for any length of time and I think that fascinates mac.

And from the boots ive seen, when mac hypnotizes the cats during the fight in the musical, munk tends to break out of it pretty quick which I assume Mac wouldn't be used to. A lot of their early relationship (if it can be called that lmao) is mac trying to suss out if munk has magic only to be genuinely surprised that he doesnt

And munk believes he's doing Good Useful™ things (by sleeping with Mac or being with him or whatever) cause he's operating under the whole "if mac's with me then he's not out there doing horrible stuff"

like after they meet up munk comes back looking more bruised and bloodied than he did in the musicals fight and he truly believes its For A Good Cause meanwhile demeters there like "jesus youre an absolute idiot wtf"

like a horribly toxic relationship truly askjfafjk

i wish i had more but my thoughts about them are all very disjointed and im very tired today lol

[rayroseu-reblogs]

TRACING YOUR LOVER'S SCARS TROPE BUT DO IT WITH KNIGHT OF DAWNNNNN JAHFJAJDJS😭😭😭✨✨✨

[the-first-spinjitzu-master]

Okay it’s 3am and I have to be at my first day of work at my new job in seven hours.. but I just had a THOUGHT.

So hear me out- Jay can control electricity. Obviously.

But has anyone else considered the idea of him being able to basically mind control other people?? Or hack their bodies?? Since humans literally run on electrical impulses??

Now I know Nya can’t draw the water out of his lungs, but that doesn’t mean that using your element inside someone else’s body is impossible. Maybe that’s just confined to other elemental masters. And of course I haven’t seen DR yet (two episodes away from finishing Crystallized!! I’ll have caught up with DR by this time next week for certain), but I’ve heard a lot of discussion about Jay coming back as a villain in S2… can you imagine how absolutely batshit of a villain Jay concept would be if he came back and just mind controlled people?? And it would totally tie into his cult leader antics as well (I’m still so sad that the League of Jays was pretty much abandoned after the first couple episodes… it was such a funny concept and could’ve actually been used for some fantastic plot/character development … but… alas :( )

Anyway. Basically all that to say I just got smacked in the face with a new Villain Jay idea and I’m soooo going to start using him for fic stuff. Maybe I’ll even tie it in to the AU concept I’ve been working on for a while.. maybe..

[txmxkis]

it's fine. i'm living the one sided pining fanfic of my dreams. or whatever