#but also because you are physically incapable of looking in my eyes since you're seeing this on a screen

[axquiva]

#possibly my favorite tweet ever #its so them #look me in my eyes and tell me tjis wouldn't happen #you cant #because im right #but also because you are physically incapable of looking in my eyes since you're seeing this on a screen #byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler coded #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things textposts #byler textposts

[solar-wing]

⚣ Domestic Living With Jason 🩳

⚣🩳 A/N → I'm physically incapable of writing anything under 500 words. But, this was inspired by my love of compression shirts (especially the Under Armor ones and how I would do exactly this if my boyfriend tried to walk out wearing one). May start a series off this, we'll see. Warnings: Domestic Vibes. Married Energy. Suggestive Langauge. Swearing. Petty Jason.

⚣🩳 Summary → Domestic life is something. Domestic life with Jason Todd is another thing. One moment, you're ready to fight this man. Next moment, you're ready to fight this man. *wink wink* Wait, hold up. Jason, what the hell are you wearing?!

⚣🩳 Words → 1.5K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🩳

“Jason, hurry up! I need to get back so I can finish this essay.” Y/N yelled from the living room of his and his boyfriend’s shared apartment.

If you asked him a year ago what he figured living with his boyfriend would be like, he’d more than likely answer with a lot of freaking sex. Of course, other things came with it, but that was the first thing that always came to mind.

It also came with a lot of stay-at-home dates. Jason was unsurprisingly a natural homebody and loved to spend his evenings when he could with his lovely boyfriend cuddled against his body while watching a movie or playing a game and munching down on some takeout.

Truthfully, it was nice seeing how Jason was in a domestic situation. It served as a reminder to Y/N that under all those scars, grumpiness, and tough exterior was just a boy who wanted to be loved.

On the other end, living with Jason made Y/N take a long, hard look in the mirror and reflect on all the bad habits he had when living at home with his parents and starting college. For example, time management…

Before he started dating Jason, Y/N was the kind of person who waited till twenty minutes before he had to leave to start getting dressed. Whenever someone would text him and ask for his location, he’d respond telling them he was leaving the house now.

Then, when he was actually leaving the house and they’d text him again, he’d respond saying he was on the freeway. Truly, the best example of what not to do when he wanted to be on time somewhere.

After he started dating Jason though, and especially when they moved in together, Y/N sent a long apology to his parents who had tried for years to teach him better time management. The crazy thing about that was when they asked him why he was apologizing and he explained that Jason’s time management made him look like an angel, they didn’t believe him!

In their eyes, Jason was a saint who could do no wrong. Which was ironic considering Y/N’s dad promised to castrate any man who dared even look his son’s way. And his mom, well, not sure that’s really appropriate to mention.

Yet, when it came to Mr. Jason Peter Todd, he might as well have been hand-delivered from God himself. Maybe it was because his boyfriend could and would be late to anything else in the world (Lord knows Bruce went through hell and back just to get him to be on time for family dinner), but if it was anything involving Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, he was twenty minutes early with a gift he picked up from the local Target.

It also could be that Jason was the world’s biggest kiss-ass (when he needed to be) and used that to wrap Y/N’s parents around his finger. Either or…

But now, since they were only going to the gym, Jason was of course taking his sweet time to get ready, which, every passing second was another snap of one of Y/N’s nerves. Truthfully, he would’ve just grabbed his keys and left without him, but the last time he did that, Jason went and bought a steering-wheel clutch to put on his car and hid the keys from him for two weeks.

Another thing Y/N’s parents would never believe about their son’s beloved boyfriend; the fucker was petty as hell.

“I’m coming, babe! Be out in a sec,” Jason yelled from behind their bedroom door.

“You said that five minutes ago!”

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Maybe you imagined it.”

This gaslighting motherfu–

Y/N had to take a deep breath to calm his growing impulsive need to bust down that door and slap the fuck out of his boyfriend’s neck. It didn’t help…

“You can’t hit your boyfriend. You can’t hit your boyfriend. You can’t hit your boyfriend,” Y/N mumbled to himself while tapping his foot against the floor repeatedly to distract himself from the ticking seconds passing by in his mind.

Two minutes later, the door opened and revealed his tall and bulky man looking ever so fresh and handsome. Though Y/N was still irritated beyond belief, the sight of his boyfriend’s handsome face who grew a smile and twinkle in his eyes when he looked at him always managed to dissipate his temper.

Not by much though. Jason’s neck still looked like a very bright and large target just waiting for a good sting from the palm of his hands.

Maybe Tim was right, they were a match made in heaven just off violent tendencies alone.

“That was not a sec,” Y/N reprimanded in a grumble.

Jason’s smile turned into a self-satisfied grin while he walked past his boyfriend to their coat closet, grabbing his abnormally large gym shoes. Seriously, what size is this man’s foot?

“Hey, it’s not my fault you waited till the last day to finish your homework.” He replied while tying his shoe.

“Um, actually it is. Every time I tried to sit down and work on it, you’d either start complaining about how I wasn’t paying any attention to you or you’d get randomly horny and start touching me in ways that shall not be named and I’d end up with your dick inside me.”

Y/N immediately regretted his words when he saw how Jason looked up from finishing his last shoe, a lustful blown look on his face as he eyed his body up and down. Thankfully, he didn’t seem like he was about to act on his impulses as he kept tying his shoe without looking before standing back up.

Why was that hot?

“Sounds like you need to practice self-control, sir.”

Oh, no he didn’t.

“Sir, I was already tempted to smack the back of your neck before. I beg you to not increase that urge.”

“Do it. I dare you,” Jason challenged, standing right in front of him with his towering frame. The tone in his voice and the look on his face were signaling something that Y/N was very tempted to answer, but he had to keep rationality in the forefront of his mind.

“You not worth it,” He responded, side-stepping him while going to grab his jacket.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Sir, don’t get fu–”

It was at that moment Y/N took a full look at his boyfriend, specifically what he was wearing. And while the sight was something he wouldn’t mind staring at, he definitely didn’t want other people staring at him.

“Excuse me, but what in the hell are you wearing?” Y/N asked, still looking him up and down.

Jason looked confused for a moment, also looking at his outfit, not seeing what the problem was.

“Um, a shirt and sweats? Is this a trick question or,”

“Why is it so tight? Who are you trying to show off for?”

This man was wearing a black compression shirt and gray joggers like it was just a regular Sunday. The Lord is watching, how dare he?!

Jason’s smirk immediately came back when he realized what he was really about, “Oh, what? I can’t wear tight clothes now to the gym?”

“Not unless you want me to fight bitches. Because, just in case you forgot, I do fight bitches.”

“Language, or I’m telling mom. And I like it when you fight over me,” He said while grabbing at Y/N’s waist.

He immediately popped the vigilante’s hands off him, “Don’t involve my mother in and hands off mister.”

“Our mother, thank you,” Jason corrected.

“It’s giving incestuous, and last time I checked, there is no ring on this finger and my last name is not Todd.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Y/N was sat.

“I-, that was really hot and we’re gonna move on from that,” Y/N responded, and Jason once again had a cocky smirk on his face. Lord knows this man was more than likely dead serious. He’d drop everything and drive to a ring shop right now.

“Anyway, you need to go change sir. I don’t need them dirty, mud-bathing rats staring at what is for my eyes only.” Y/N responded, pointing back to their bedroom waiting for Jason to move.

“Oh, so I need to go change, but when you were wearing those tiny shorts, showing off what’s supposed to be for my eyes only, I got told to mind the business that pays me,” Jason asked with a laugh.

“Are you on my payroll?” Y/N questioned.

“No.”

“My point still stands.”

“You think you’re funny,”

“I think I’m hilarious, actually. In fact, I’m so funny, I’m going to get the extra small shorts I just got in the mail since you want to play with me.” Y/N turned around and sprinted for their bedroom.

“Oh, I’ll play all day,” Jason mumbled under his breath before throwing their gym bags down to the ground and kicking off his shoes before following his boyfriend into the room.

They did not make it to the gym, but they definitely got their workout in.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

#solar-wing ☀️ #☀️🪽.fanfic #☀️🪽.dcposts #☀️🪽.txt #gay #dc #dcu #dcau #dc comics #dc universe #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x male reader #x reader #x male reader #jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x m!reader #red hood #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x male reader #red hood x m!reader

[kai-sillyman]

hahahaha hehehehe so hey @realautisticlightyagami since you love dragon man so much (i love him too i have artwork of him all over my walls) i got some fun facts for you because he is invading my brain (i am so happy other people are starting to love him just as much as i do)

hes got some animalistic instincts & urges. but i decided it would be funny if he kinda acted like a cat sometimes so like...he naps & he can probably purr (because i said so its funny). also kyurem is very much still present like they're just chilling in his mind...so occasionally he'll just be doing smth & kyurem steps into the picture & its like "hey...you should bite that thing you're holding".

since hes a dragon he likes to collect pretty things, anything shiny or of value. he has a hoard & an entire trophy room full of things from all the people he's killed. if he sees something shiny he will most likely snatch it & shove it in his pockets & then add it to his hoard (he has an entire display cabinet of colress headbands & colress stuff he hunts them for sport. its not even funny anymore he's just that insane).

his ears are fluffy. like absurdly soft & fuzzy i want to pet them so badly. same thing with his tail its pretty fluffy too. but his paws arent they're like...weird & scaly they look like a cats but they have like talons/claws. his hands are the same way- so hes half scaly & half fuzzy.

his eye is red like it normally is in his design but it occasionally turns yellow like the color of kyurem's eyes. it just does it doesnt really change him or anything sometimes it just turns yellow on its own. he thinks its annoying but it doesnt hurt him nor can he prevent it. it just happens.

he does infact care about his kids...my version of ghetsis is FAR from canon so...kyurem ghetsis unfortunately let his selfish desires get the best of him & he watched all his kids die from frostbite :(. hes got a family portrait of them all in one of his private rooms (before the whole frozen unova thing...all of them so ghetsis, anthea, concordia, & n) & he is STILL not over it. its been 500 years man c'mon.

he is COLD. i know i said it before but the man is physically incapable of feeling warmth. he will freeze water. he will be sneezing snowflakes. he will sometimes just start violently shivering & start complaining about being cold. it sometimes even makes him sick but dw he'll get over it tomorrow.

Yes, he can infact fuse into White Kyurem/Black Kyurem. He's got the Light & Dark Stones on his belt (small little detail) so he can just fuse with them whenever he wants. Reshiram & Zekrom aren't happy with this but tf they gonna do huh.

#ghetsis harmonia gropius #kyurem ghetsis #frozen unova #lore

[growingingreenwood]

I’m aware that occasionally there's some debate about whether or not Tokiens Elves sleep or not. Since Tolkien has described several instances of elves sleeping and dreaming (for example, Turgon and Finrod are both described as sleeping and dreaming of the secret elven cities they would one day found.) As far as I’ve seen, the main argument against the elves actually sleeping is the somewhat popular belief that Tolkiens Elves might partake in some sort of deep meditative trance. 

This seems largely due to the fact that Elves are also described as sleeping with their eyes open and remaining aware of their surroundings and the happenings around them. They're also described as needing comparatively short rest periods compared to mortals. So I can definitely see where the idea of them meditating rather than sleeping comes might come in. 

HOWEVER, 

That is not what I personally believe and since I’m physically incapable of keeping my opinions to myself I’m here at 2:09 AM on this fine Thursday night blatantly ignoring the fact that if I were to fall asleep right now I would only get 4 hours and six minutes of sleep before I have to get up again to explain my hypothesis to the void. 

I think that Elves (and maybe other immortal creatures) use a similar sleeping tactic as several aquatic mammals and various bird species, which is a phenomenon called “Unihemispheric Sleep” or “Slow Wave Sleep.” The idea is extremely interesting and there's tons of super cool info that you can look into if you're interested, but I’ll try to explain what it is as short and sweet as I can. 

Brains are generally considered to be divided in half down the middle into two hemispheres; the left hemisphere and the right hemisphere. Each hemisphere is in charge of sending or receiving messages to half of the body, while the other hemisphere is in charge of the other side. 

During normal sleep, BOTH hemispheres of the brain ‘turn off’ and rest simultaneously. This is why for most creatures we’re completely unaware of our surroundings and everything going on while we sleep because our entire brain went on its lunch break. We don't process any sensory information unless it's exceedingly disruptive. (For example, we probably won’t hear somebody walking through a room if we fall asleep on the couch but would wake up to them calling loudly to us.)  

During Unihemiphseric Sleep only one side of the brain (one hemisphere) rests at a time. Basically, it means that one side of your brain can still remain aware of the environment and ensure that body movement/function isn't repressed so that if the need arises you can react quickly to things such as threats. 

Aquatic Mammals use this specific pattern of sleep most often to ensure that they don’t accidentally drown while they sleep or drift away from any family or pod that they might be a part of. Birds use it most often during long flight migrations so that they can still fly on course while also getting some rest or when they're in an area where they feel unsafe or threatened. 

There have also been several studies that indicate most birds are able to choose if they want to rest both halves of their brain simultaneously or if they want to rest each hemisphere separately. In my personal headcanons (and writing) I also believe that Elves would have the same ability to decide how they want to rest since the quality and benefits of sleep are better when both sides of the brain rest at the same time. 

I beleive that the Elves would switch between the two sleeping styles depending on the situation the same way that birds can. 

For example, while Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas are chasing after Merry and Pippin I think that Legolas would have been capable of doing something similar to the migratory birds and kept on running after them even while half his brain slept. 

Meanwhile, I think that when elves are injured, sad, or just really tired they’ll sleep ‘normally’ and rest both hemispheres of their brain for the added benefits.

#tolkien #haleighs greenwood #tolkien headcanon #tolkien elves #silmarillion headcanons #the silm #silm headcanons #legolas

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (08)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Series: CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 9

warnings: unrealistic court happenings i am not a lawyer ok mention of physical abuse, drinking problems, child trauma, mental illness, and infidelity. I want to build a whole new world in this fic that’s why i also didn’t research about divorce trials I’m sorry. OC is kind of annoying/disappointing in this chapter (?) or not (?) Young Choi Soobin of TXT is the kid in this chapter’s moodboard

Jeongguk was the ex-boyfriend Red was talking about.

You figured this out when you were at Seokjin's party. Frankly, the way your soulmate was looking at Red was already a giveaway, but then you had to confirm it yourself.

The only way to do that was to either confront Jeongguk or your assistant.

You chose neither and it was because you were afraid to hear what they would or wouldn't say. This being said, you resorted to your last option.

"Come on..." It was hard to sit on the floor when you're wearing a damn long dress, but this didn't stop you from rummaging through Red's personal things.

It's the middle of the night. You left Jeongguk at your apartment right after he reached his high.

You just wanted to teach him a lesson for being a brat. He was always so rude to you and you honestly thought that he was just in denial—that soon enough, he would realize that you two were really destined to be together.

Apparently, that wasn't going to happen.

You went to your office at one in the morning just to find something that would verify your speculation. You got what you wanted. The photograph of Jeongguk kissing your assistant confirmed it.

Your tears fell.

You didn't know why you felt betrayed. It wasn't like they wanted this. They hadn't done anything wrong. Fate was just cruel. Why didn't you meet Jeongguk first? You couldn't blame him for falling in love with Red—she was sweet, beautiful, and smart. Anyone would definitely like her, so you had no choice but to swallow the lump in your throat and accept this.

You just had to pretend like everything was alright.

It wasn't.

The divorce trial was near and there were still so many things you had to fix. Work was seriously draining the hell out of you and it wasn't like Jeongguk was helping. He was actually adding up to the stress you were feeling.

Jeongguk was giving you the silent treatment and no—it wasn't the type of silence you were used to. Before Seokjin's party, your soulmate was quiet, but not really. He would occasionally huff to let you know that he was annoyed at you. He would also stamp his feet and slam the door just to spite you.

You didn't mind. You knew he was just being a brat; however, things were different now.

After the night of Seokjin's party, Jeongguk changed. He was eerily silent, always avoiding eye contact with you.

You tried talking to him. Regrettably, you were only greeted by stillness.

"You want pizza, Gukkie?"

Nothing.

"Have you watched the latest episode of Start-up?"

Still nothing.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

Nope. Nothing. Nada.

"Wanna make out on the couch?"

Jeongguk's head jolted to your direction. His eyes were wide, cheeks turning crimson because of your bold statement.

"Hey!" You giggled, clearly happy with his reaction. "You finally looked at me!"

Jeongguk shook his head and then he went straight to his room.

You were unbelievable.

You pouted your lips, giving up. You had a feeling that he would come around.

He did. Days later, Jeongguk surprised you when he stood right in front of the door of your apartment. He was blocking your way out.

"Gukkie, I'm going to be late." You sighed. He reminded you of Miri, your cat that's always trying to stop you from leaving.

"You can't leave." His jaw clenched.

You let out a breath once again.

"Don't do this please. Mr. Kim needs me,"

The trial was happening today. You needed to run down a few things with your client before you go to the court room.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Jeongguk folded his arms over his chest.

You stared at him.

"I don't get what?" It was hard to keep your composure when the thing you had been trying to avoid for so long was being rubbed in your face. You knew exactly what Jeongguk was implying.

"—that you want me to drop this case because you want Red all to yourself?"

Jeongguk froze. What was the point of staying silent when you always knew what was running inside his head?

You just always knew.

"You don't have to pretend that you care about Soobin's well-being. I have enough people doing just that," you slightly pushed Jeongguk to the side so that you could pass through the door.

Ah, people.

They're all the same, always trying to conceal their self-interest by pretending that they care for others.

You liked Jeongguk—actually; you were convinced you loved him. He was your soulmate after all, but sometimes love wasn't enough to just give into what he wanted.

This wasn't about your relationship. This was about Soobin's welfare. He's just a child. You were a lawyer who swore an oath to protect the oppressed and incapable. You were their voice.

It sounded cheesy, but this was the type of person you aspired to be. The world was already dark, it wouldn't hurt to be someone's light.

Jeongguk didn't understand your reasons. It was evident when he showed up in court to watch you defend Kim Seokjin.

At first, you thought your eyes were failing you. Was he really here? Was he really the man at the back of the room wearing that big hoodie?

It was him. The familiar scowl on his face said so. Jeongguk was the only person who looked at you like you had offended his whole family.

"All rise!"

You turned to your client upon hearing the bailiff's demand.

"It's going to be alright," assured by you.

Seokjin smiled. He was looking at Red instead of you. He needed the comfort of his soulmate.

Red grinned back. She wasn't worried. She trusted you. She was certain you would succeed. Soobin wasn't going to be taken away from his father.

The first few minutes of the trial went smooth. You had your story straight and with the way the judge was nodding; you instantly knew she was in favor of your side.

Unfortunately, things started to go ugly during the cross-examination of witnesses.

Jung Hoseok was the first one to take the stand. He was the expert witness.

"You are the marriage counselor of Mr. and Mrs. Kim for months now, right?"

"Yes." Hoseok answered the opposing counsel. It was weird seeing him this serious. Your friend was always grinning, but you told him to try to keep a neutral face. This way, the judge and the jury wouldn't know if he was caught off guard by the question of the other side's attorney.

"Mr. Jung, is it true that marriage counselors rarely suggest divorce to their clients?"

"Depends—" Hoseok bit his tongue. You told him to simply answer yes or no. Be responsive to the question and never explain. "I mean, yes."

"And yet here we are..." Ms. Choi, the opposing attorney, shrugged her shoulders.

"Objection!" You stood up. "Relevance?"

You didn't understand why Ms. Choi asked that question to Hoseok when she's just shrugging it off now.

"Sustained." The judge felt the same way.

Ms. Choi raised her hand as if surrendering.

"My bad. I'm just curious, you know? If Mr. Jung is indeed an effective counselor, then why did he suggest that the Kim couple push through the divorce?"

Ms. Choi was furrowing her brow at Hoseok.

"Isn't that true, Counselor Jung? You told Mrs. Kim that it's better to end her marriage with Mr. Kim?"

"Yes." The expert witness answered truthfully.

The opposing side's attorney smiled mockingly.

"It's because you feared for Mrs. Kim's safety, right?"

"What?" Jung Hoseok was lost.

"Come on, Mr. Jung you know exactly what I am talking about! You found out that Mr. Kim is an alcoholic and you are scared that he might harm Mrs. Kim and Soobin, right?" Ms. Choi pointed at the five year old kid who was busy coloring books in the far corner of the room. He was with Seokjin's mother.

"Objection, Your Honor! Compound question!" You glared at Ms. Choi.

"Sustained." The judge clenched her jaw. "Ms. Choi, separate your questions. You are misleading the jury..."

Ms. Choi was flustered, yet she still held her head high. She knew she had the upper hand here.

"Is Mr. Kim alcoholic, Mr. Jung?" She tried again.

Hoseok cleared his throat.

"He had a history of abusing alcohol years ago."

"And you know this because you're also a licensed alcohol and drug counselor, correct?"

"Yes..."

"And Mr. Kim Seokjin also told you about his issue with regard to alcohol abuse?"

"Yes." Hoseok swallowed hard.

There were papers that could attest to Hoseok's claim. This was a win for Mrs. Kim. You could see her growing sarcastic smile that was directed at Red.

You inhaled deeply.

"Mr. Jung, can you please tell us the rate of patients going through alcohol relapse?"

"Uh, it's sixty to ninety percent after the first year of treatment," answered by Hoseok.

"I see. How long has it been since Mr. Kim sobered up?"

"As far as I know, it has been three years."

"Huh." Ms. Choi crossed her arms. "So is there a possibility that Mr. Kim would experience an alcohol relapse?"

"Yes."

"What's the statistical probability, Mr. Jung?"

"About fifty percent high." Hoseok looked dejected. He wanted to help Seokjin win the case, but he couldn't lie.

"I see." Ms. Choi was smiling as if she had already won the case.

"Can you tell us now the effects of experiencing an alcohol relapse? Or a slip?"

Hoseok's palms were sweating. Slip was one episode of drinking alcohol after trying to stay sober. Relapse, on the other hand, was the return to unhealthy behavior. Slip wasn't always followed by a relapse.

Hoseok also explained that there were different stages of relapse. Emotional relapse could cause suppression of emotions, becoming more isolated, trying to blame other people, and aggression, especially when they were confronted. There's also mental and physical relapse which included glamorizing alcohol and compulsive desires to drink.

"No further questions, Your Honor." The corner of Ms. Choi's mouth turned up upon realizing that the jury was in favor of their side now.

You had to step up your game.

The next witness was Son Chae-young. She was Soobin's babysitter. Chae-young had been living with the Kims ever since Soobin was born. She's a witness testifying against Seokjin.

Chae-young cleared her throat when your eyes landed on her. She already felt uncomfortable because of the way you were looking at her.

The way you stand up—shoulder down, neck long—was intimidating.

"You have a really nice necklace, Ms. Son."

Chae-young flinched upon hearing your compliment. She was confused. Mrs. Kim and Attorney Choi told her that you were scary, this was evident by the way you present yourself, but then...the way your eyes light up made her feel at ease. Your voice was soft too.

"Ah...thanks," regardless of your sweet persona, Chae-young still couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Why were you looking at her as if she was important? As if you were here to protect and not cross-examine her?

"Is it from Cartier?"

"Yes!" The babysitter beamed at you as she touched her pretty jewelry.

You smiled warmly at her.

"Did you buy it yourself?"

"Objection! Relevance?" The opposing lawyer clenched her fist. She was shaking, causing you to smile bigger. Guess she knew what was coming to her, huh?

"I'm getting there, Your Honor," said by you. Your expression screamed confidence that the judge was compelled to believe you.

"Overruled."

You continued.

"So...Ms. Son, did you buy that necklace? Or is it a gift?"

"Uh..." Chae-young's lips trembled. She was looking at Mrs. Kim, as if she was asking for her boss' help. "I-I bought it for myself..."

"I see." You nodded. Humoring her. "Do you have any other job aside from babysitting Kim Soobin?"

The nanny shook her head.

"N-No. I'm a full-time nanny of Mrs. Kim's son." Chae-young's lips were still shaking; her eyes were quivering as well.

"Hm, interesting..." You went closer to the witness. "That means you're earning what? Two hundred fifty dollars a month?"

"Objection, Your Honor! I still can't see the relevance of this!" Ms. Choi was losing her mind.

You turned to glare at her.

"Can’t you really see the relevance of this or are you just scared?"

You heard the judge's hit the gavel; she was calling your attention.

"Get to the point right now." The judge demanded at you. It was this or your statement was going to be sustained.

"I am merely establishing my point, Your Honor." Your voice was rough. "The necklace Ms. Son is wearing is worth four thousand three hundred dollars. I know because I have the same necklace and it took me, a lawyer, months!" You paused for a while just to emphasize the word months, "to buy it."

You turned to Chae-young when the judge remained silent.

"So tell me, Ms. Son, how can a full-time nanny like you who's earning minimum wage buy that kind of luxurious jewelry? Huh?" You were standing too close to the witness so Attorney Choi used this as an opportunity to object.

"Your Honor, she is badgering the witness!"

"Overruled." But the judge wasn't having any of it. "Answer the question, Ms. Son."

"I'm sorry!" The nanny's face twisted in fear. "Mrs. Kim bought it for me—"

"It's a gift!" Mrs. Kim blurted out, unable to contain her anger anymore. God. She hated you. "I bought it for her last month! It's my birthday gift for her!"

You smirked. Attorney Choi was panicking. She was caressing Mrs. Kim's hand, telling her to calm down.

Sadly, Mrs. Kim could not be stopped.

"Why am I explaining to you when you have no right to question my intention! It's my money so I get to decide what to do with it!"

She was yelling at you and it almost made you laugh. Why was she so defensive?

"May I remind you that you are a married woman, Mrs. Kim? You have to consider your husband's decision when it comes to spending that amount of money." You said this while glancing at the jury.

Base on their expressions, you knew that they agreed with you. This was a win on your side. One of the valid reasons of Seokjin for wanting a divorce was this. Mrs. Kim didn't know how to manage their assets.

You weren't done, though. You had to discredit the witness. You had to win the jury's side in all aspects.

"And you said you bought it last month for Ms. Son's birthday?" You shook your head, focusing your eyes at the nanny.

"Tell us, Ms. Son, when is your birthday?"

Mrs. Kim's face became pale upon hearing your question.

"January seventeen...”

You turned your attention back to Mrs. Kim again.

"Your birthday present is many months late, Mrs. Kim. Either that or you're just lying to hide the fact that you gave Ms. Son the necklace in exchange of testifying against your husband—"

"Objection—"Attorney Choi tried to stop you, but you cut her off too.

"Isn't that right, Ms. Son? You are bribed by your boss to say that you always see Mr. Kim Seokjin drinking alcohol—"

"Your Honor—" The opposing attorney was losing control, her objections were drowning because of how loud your voice was.

"Mrs. Kim wants you to lie! To say that her husband isn't a good father! That he isn't a good influence to Soobin!"

"Yes!"

You stopped trying to pressure Chae-young because it already worked. She admitted the truth.

"Mrs. Kim bribed me!" The babysitter sobbed, looking at you like you were the Lord and she was a sinner.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I can't say no, please...please...I need this job!"

"You bitch!" Mrs. Kim abruptly stood up. She wanted to attack you; fortunately the security officers were able to stop her.

The jury was surprised to see Mrs. Kim's violent reaction. You, on the other hand, didn't even flinch.

You were used to this kind of scene. Besides, you couldn't get sidetracked. You still needed to prove your point.

And so you faced the jury.

"Is this the kind of person that you want to raise a sweet, innocent five year-old kid?"

One of the members of the jury clutched her chest. She was affected by what you had said. Truthfully, they were almost decided to grant the sole custody to Mrs. Kim; however, upon seeing the latter's behavior, the jury was having second thoughts now.

"Just look at her!" You pointed at Mrs. Kim who was still seething with rage.

"She constrained an adult! Imagine the bad things she could force Soobin to do! Mrs. Kim is a manipulator!" You raised your voice dramatically.

"My actions are nothing compared to what that asshole is doing!" Mrs. Kim screamed as she angrily pointed at her husband.

She was crying.

Kim Seokjin was quiet. He was shocked by your responses. He didn't expect you to be this bold. You were different from the lawyer he thought he knew.

You didn't have any limit. You didn't know when to stop just to prove a point.

"He's teaching my son that it's okay to be unfaithful to your wife! Jury, please!" Mrs. Kim was desperate. "Don't let him come near my son! He's a drunken bastard!"

The judge was hitting the gavel again. There were too much drama and unnecessary comments from Mrs. Kim.

You shook your head. You couldn't stop now. The jury was undecided. They changed their minds from time to time. You could see sympathy in their eyes as they looked at the wife.

"Mr. Kim Seokjin is sober! You should be ashamed of yourself, Mrs. Kim! You keep blaming your husband when you're the reason why he turned alcoholic in the first place—"

"Objection, Your Honor!" Attorney Choi glared at you. "The attorney is assuming facts!"

You disagreed before the judge could say sustained.

"Am I?" You smirked at the judge before turning to your table to get your evidence.

Seokjin looked at you nervously.

"Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing," groaned by your client.

You were blinded by your role as a lawyer, so you ignored Seokjin's plea.

"Don't do this..."

Seokjin was already too late.

"I have here the evidence that will prove that Mrs. Kim is the reason why her husband turned alcoholic."

You brought out the printed photos of Seokjin's beaten up face. Bruises, cuts, and other physical injuries were seen.

The jury gasped. Attorney Choi was groaning as she told the judge that these photos were not entered into evidence.

You were playing dirty, but so were they. Ms. Choi told you that they wouldn't bring Mr. Kim's sobriety issue in this court. She lied.

"These pictures are given to me by Mrs. Kim Sunghee, Seokjin's mother." You glanced at your client's mother.

"She knows that her son's wife was assaulting him. Seokjin didn't want to feel his wife's punches so he resorted to drinking the pain away. Mr. Kim just wants to be numb."

"N-No..." Your client's tears streamed down his cheeks. He was calling your name, begging you to stop.

It felt like everyone was begging you to stop; even Sunghee was shaking her head.

It was wrong. This was a mistake. Seokjin's mother realized this when Soobin began to cry. He was silently crying at first, but when the little boy saw the photos in your hand, he started hyperventilating.

"Appa!" Soobin's eyes dilated. He could barely breathe.

Mrs. Kim stood up to attend to her son.

"Soobin!" Mrs. Kim was wailing.

Things were becoming messy.

You didn't understand what was happening, so you just stood there.

"Appa! A-Appa is hurting!" Soobin was losing it; his eyes were rolling in the back of his head.

"Call 911!" Red shouted.

The noise was deafening.

You still didn't get what was happening.

Seokjin went near you.

"I told you not to do it!" He shouted, snatching the photos away from your shaky hands.

"This isn't about me or my wife!" Seokjin continued to scream at you.

You were stunned.

Your client was blaming you.

This is your fault! Seokjin said.

You were wrong. You didn't have to bring out these photos because apparently, Soobin knew.

He witnessed how his mom used to beat up his father.

The poor kid was traumatized.

He had to get some help.

His parents thought he had recovered.

It had been years.

The thing about trauma was, it never went away. It was there—silently sleeping and waiting for that one thing that would trigger it.

You triggered Soobin.

"I-I didn't know..." Your voice was low as you stated your excuse.

No one wanted to hear your lame excuse, not even Jeongguk.

You looked at your soulmate once.

You looked at him desperately.

You looked at him hoping that he would understand—like he would comfort you.

He would never.

Jeongguk had this look in his eyes, the kind of feeling that expressed disappointment.

Jeongguk was disappointed in you.

It was clear because right now, he was shaking his head as if you had done the most horrifying thing in the world.

He shook his head before leaving you all alone.

No one wanted to be with you.

You were a disgrace.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts fic #jungkook enemies to lovers #jungkook roommate au #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkoon x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook sugar baby au #bts jungkook #bts jeon jeongguk #jungkook soulmate au #jungkook friends to lovers #jungkook e2l

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hey, if you're still doing those angsty oxygen scenarios, could you do one with Rumble? I know he's not a lost light bot but it would mean a lot to me

He means a lot to me too, anon. Plus as I see it, being a Lost Light bot is a state of mind.

Here's all my previous posts with this popular prompt!

Part One: Here!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: Here!

Part Four: Here!

Part Five: Here!

Part Six: Here!

Part Seven: You are Here!

Part Eight! Here!

Part Nine: Here!

Part Ten: Here!

Part Eleven: Here!

Part Twelve: Here!

Rumble

·The story of how you both ended up on the Lost Light is a long and rather ridiculous one, but thankfully you're both quite happy now with the way things have turned out. Hanging out and playing video games is one of the more calm and non-destructive things you two do around the ship, and it's an activity he adores having someone to share with, as not too many bots share the hobby. Being absolutely tiny by Cybertronian standards but huge compared to you, he typically encourages you to sit on his lap while you game together, something he claims is only done to ensure you both can see. Being a good sport, you agree so he can keep protecting his reputation as a tough bot who never cuddles anyone, and also because you know he's secretly in need of said cuddles despite his claims otherwise. You're well in to a rather relaxed gaming session when an emergency communication pings both of you.

·Quite open about how annoyed he is, the feeling only grows when the line is barely audible, static blurring all but every other word of what sounds like a rather urgent message. Though he does try to ask for a repeat of what's said, when the feed simply dies he's quite tempted to just ignore it and keep playing games. Admittedly that sounds good to you too, but being on a gigantic alien vessel makes you far less comfortable at the prospect of things being uncertain, as what's minor to the bots can be quite dangerous for you. Initially your gentle insistence on seeing what might be going on only gets an exaggerated groan regarding how it's probably nothing and that the two of you are having fun so who cares? The pouting is something you're rather accustomed to, so you follow a strategy of gentle pushing to get him moving, which results in him growing ever more dramatic until he's lying back on his second hand couch as if getting up would be physically painful.

·A gentle kiss on his nose finally melts away his immature resistance, but only after he blushes like a lamppost and huffs to try and pretend he's not doing it because you've convinced him or anything. With one last sorrowful look at his console, he hefts you into his shoulder and moves out, not willing to wait on your tiny human legs. Though he's obviously grumpy there's still care and consideration in how he walks with you, as he's never going to risk dropping your squishy human self if he can help it.

·Repeated attempts to comm anyone for some information turn up nothing but static, and that leaves both of you quite confused, with the minibot commenting on how odd it is that no one is answering. Being near the living quarters at this time of day means there's no one around to ask, so he hurries along whilst looking for a signal, reasoning that the two of you should head to the bridge or somewhere equally important to look for answers. Knowing he has way more experience in this than you do, you happily let him take the lead, smiling softly at how your agreement makes him puff up with pride. Being a mini has made him rather unaccustomed to any kind of leadership, so even the simplest praise or deference always means the world to him.

·His ego boost is quite rudely interrupted by a sudden tremor through the ship, though he's hardly knocked off balance for long due to his unique skills. Keeping his footing solid and you secure on his shoulders, he immediately asks if you're okay once the floor steadies beneath him, knowing that it was just a little shake but worried nonetheless. You assure him that you're fine, which convinces him to hold you a little less tightly. Looking up into his visor, you're concerned to see his usual calm replaced with a much more serious expression. It's one you know to only expect when things are about to get bad. As he starts walking again, he explains that, as an expert on seismic things, he knows that the ship has just been snagged. Having an internal sensory system specifically designed to detect these things also makes him certain of the exact size of the enemy and where it hit; and what he detected isn't good.

·Despite being less than half his height, Rumble is your immediate worry as he goes on to explain more of the situation, talking more to cut through the quiet to calm his nerves. You know that you're not built for alien robot battles, but quite frankly, neither is he. Not on his own at least. Though he'll surely deny it now, he's confided in you that without his brother or a bigger bot to sync up with... fighting anything but other minis is a lot harder. Knowing that makes you press him gently on a plan; where should the two of you go to be safe?

·As expected he's immediately adamant that he's fine, but his attitude to you is another story, as is obvious by how he shifts you completely into his arms and holds you tightly. With a promise that he won't let anything touch you, he surprises you with a completely unrestrained sense of protective drive, something quite out of character for a bot that usually struggles with deep feelings. Knowing that ships always have extra guards stationed at key locations, he decides to hurry his way to the medical bay, secretly hoping not to encounter any enemies on the way. Not that he's embarrassed to be a mini or anything, but in moments like these he really wishes he could be big and strong for your sake... Pushing those thoughts deep down, he hurries along and tries to focus on how cool he looks carrying you to safety. Maybe after all this is over he'll be able to tell some awesome stories about rescuing you.

·Seeing you get a little sleepy absolutely baffles him, and he gives you a little tap to wake you up with a tease about taking poorly timed naps. Not having realized you were nodding off, you rub at your eyes in confusion, suddenly aware of sleepiness that certainly wasn't present earlier. At your continued and obvious exhaustion he's quite worried. Had he better practice at driving with an occupant he'd have given you a ride to save time, but even at the best of times previous attempts at that were disasters, so in your current state you'd probably end up getting seriously hurt... It's yet another thing to regret as he holds you closer and hurries along, secretly trying to establish communication so he can hopefully get some answers. The lack of success makes him more worried with every passing minute.

·Though Rumble is no stranger to cuddling behind closed doors and carrying you to show off his strength, this is the first time he's held you like this in public for so long, and it feels very nice. You know he's worried about you, but it's getting harder to focus on staying awake and comforting him with his arms keeping you so secure, and his little spark humming so warm and strong right next to you. Only his gentle pleading for you to keep your eyes open prevents you from nodding off, mostly because his voice is so sad as he does so, and you can't handle seeing that sweet face grow any more worried. Clearly it must be bad if he's openly showing his softer side. You're aided in staying awake by a rather unexpected visitor nearly stepping on the minibot as he enters a hallway, and in the panicked blur that follows your mind is just sharp enough to catch the towering form of a very unfriendly alien before you're laid on the ground and Rumble charges forth in a preemptive strike.

·Though he's every bit as fearless as he usually is in appearance, in his spark he's absolutely terrified as he breaks out his piledrivers, the lack of his brother or Soundwave leaving him with a sense of total helplessness that he has to force down for your sake. The alien is a kind he doesn't recognize, but it's big and clearly hates bots by the way it strikes to kill. Using his tiny size to his advantage, he hammers the legs that are too slow to kick him away in time, striking with a level of force that strains his shock absorbers to a painful limit. The hulking alien collapses as its means of support are demolished in a messy and agonizing attack, but the mini takes no chances, hopping up to the head and delivering a blow capable of creating an earthquake all on its own. He's left panting from the exertion but grateful to have proved himself. Sore from the strain, he hurries back over to you and can't help but ask if you saw what he just did?

·Tiny jubilation is crushed when he hears your weak reply. Even though you're smiling at his victory, you're obviously barely holding on, and that means whatever invisible malady is afflicting you is growing more severe. Scooping you up in bloodied servos, he tries to keep the tears welling in his visor from falling, though admittedly he's not sure why since his image matters very little in the face of losing you. Thinking fast, he breaks open a vent cover and makes use of the claustrophobic shortcut to hurry to the medical bay, ignoring his own overworked body's protests to save you at any cost. Not knowing what the problem could be, he's still tearing himself apart inside over every tiny delay that could now result in the difference between life and death. If only he hadn't hesitated to stop gaming, or had been paying enough attention to avoid that alien... How like him, to prove unworthy of something by ruining it.

·You'd been physically incapable of staying awake as he'd closed in on the part of the ship where help would hopefully be found. Though you had tried so hard and been so heartbroken by his struggles, exhaustion unlike anything had ultimately forced you to rest, with his protective grip on you making it hard to worry as you slipped under. Tears had started to fall without restraint the moment you went quiet. It had made quite a scene when he'd burst into the medical bay, ploughing through a vent cover and startling multiple bots on guard as he yelled for someone to help you, nearly getting shot until he was recognized with you in his arms. Nearby medics had been quick to explain the breakdown of the atmospheric generators and the loss of oxygen, but he brushes all that aside with a single question; will you be okay?!

·Every bot present is immensely surprised by his demeanor. He's known as a troublemaker and a prankster, so even with your relationship to him being taken into consideration, his agony over your condition is not something they could have ever predicted. The loyalty to you is unshakable and obvious even after you receive the care you need, as he refuses medical attention for himself and doesn't care in the slightest when the alien ambush is declared defeated. Not even the prospect of free drinks at Swerve's to celebrate can make him leave you for a second. All he wants is for you to wake up, and to hopefully not be mad once you wake up and learn what happened, which he believes he made worse by being irresponsible and wasting time... Though it isn't allowed, he crawls into your berth with you to snuggle when no one is present.

·You awaken to a much clearer head and the warmth of a bigger body huddled closely around you, and as soon as you open your eyes a familiar frame welcomes you back to consciousness. Whispering a greeting, you're shocked when the mini suddenly clings to you and begins pleading for your forgiveness while also recounting what happened to make you "sick", confusing you beyond all belief at first. Why would the bot you remembered saving you need to apologize? It's only by listening that you realize his misplaced blame is likely motivated by fear, as his hot tears pattering against the berth suggest a bot recently scared out of his wits. The poor mini is blaming himself for his lack of action, in full belief he could have moved faster and should have the moment something was wrong, and sounding quite convinced of his role in your injurey before you shush him as gently but audibly as you can.

·Wiping away heavy tears on his cheeks, you speak clearly through the oxygen mask still secured to your face, reassuring him that he did nothing wrong and had no reason to believe things would play out as they did. When he tries to miserably reply that he's still should have jumped at the first sign of trouble, you remind him that he jumped into action when it counted, taking down an enemy several times his size without anything but his own fists as weapons. Perking up to hear you remember his burst of bravery, he asks a little more confidently if you recall how he punched the alien so hard the hallway shook from the force, and you smile while you assure him that you saw every heroic moment. Hearing himself be referred to as a hero seems to reassure him in ways he didn't know he needed, and the rush of his own gratitude is enough that he hugs you tight without a hint of bashful hesitation. Just being here and safe with you makes it hard to be worried about anything at all.

#transformers #maccadam #more than meets the eye #mtmte #lost light #ll #idw #my writing #my asks #anon #requests #rumble x reader #rumble #human reader #self insert

[shatteredminds]

I guess this is for a match up! My name's Noelle, I am 24 (Dec 2) and I'm wicked artsy and craft. I'm 4'11 with a black fluffy short haircut! Glasses and I flop between all sorts of clothing styles. But I love lolita, and goth fashion! I try to stay positive and I'm a mom friend. Lastly I'm more of a peacekeeper and confrontation makes me nervous :D

You match with Castor Lokison, forthborn of the Vampire dragons, 200th born of Ragnar's children. Also know as Beast.

How you meet-

The 6'10 physically twenty-five year old immortal was walking threw the art supply store, getting new stuff because he was running low. He was so busy browsing the supply's that he walked into you.

Thinking he walked into a bin he looked down to see if anything he needed was in it. Low and behold it was a small human women. Shocked he helped you up, apologized and walked off in the opposite direction before you had a chance to speak.

You two ran into each other at the checkout line later when you each had the stuff you needed. Well you ran into him, recognizing him right away since it's not that hard to miss a 6'10 red-head with glowing gold eyes.

When he pays for his stuff he pays for yours as well leaving a paper with a name and a place to meet up with the cashier who gives it to you. Castor Lokison, such a strange name.

First date-

You were hesitant to go, he was a stranger after all. Though there was an air of mystery around him, an aura of power. So when you worked up the courage to go, you put on some nice casual clothes, warm enough for the cloudy autumn day since there was a nip in the air, but not so warm that you would be a puddle before you got to the location.

The place happed to be a nice little bakery, had a gothic style to it. Castor was sitting in a booth in a corner, sipping a coffee. He was sketching in a note book.

Once you got what you ordered you went over to him and sat down, startling him since he was so focused on his sketching. He greeted you with those piercings gold eyes. Their so strange, like they held so many secrets.

You two start getting to know each other, you learn he's from a large family so social confrontation doesn't bother him much, though he hasn't seen any of them in a long long time so he's rusty.

He's a lot kinder than you expected to be honest, his size, all that muscle, that scar on his face, those eyes that could stare down a bear and make it run, those oddly pointy/sharp teeth. You had him pinned down as some sort of tough guy that hooked up with chicks whenever he felt like it.

When it was done he gave you his phone number, saying that he liked spending time with you and that he would like to do so again. You quickly scribbled down yours and gave it to him as it was only fair and parted ways. Both of you exited for your next date.

Nsfw here

He has lots of experience in the field of love making. Usually he just takes and leaves when he fucks his flings. But not with you, you're not a fling. You're his mate.

He's gentle with you, being that his member is quite large with him being a Vampire as well as a dragon shifter. He make sure your amply prepared as to not hurt you.

He does give you love bites, little licks on your neck.

His hands trailing up and down your body, lingering on your hips, breasts, and waist.

He takes his time, making sure he takes you properly.

His fangs will lightly graze you sensitive spots.

Is incapable of catching any yucky deasses from intercourse so he's clean.

Will have to pull out though... unless you want to carry his hatchlings.

Aftercare-

Oh boy, be prepared to be pampered.

Bubble bath, food, you name it he'll get it for you.

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles.

Soft kisses.

Clean up.

He stays up till you're asleep.

#castor lokison // tamer of beasts #castor leon rhaghverii lokison #hidden in the shadows // anon ask

[mami-koppe]

Desperate - Dabi x Reader

This is my first fic ever in this fandom pls be gentl. no beta reader WE DIE LIKE SCUM. Also please note that english is not my native language so if you find something wrong *please* point it out 👀 Enjoy!

TW: smut, angst, mentions of drug use and abortion, violence, yadda yadda. aaa

Cyan eyes open up, alarmed and scared and anxious, only relaxing when following the rise and fall of the lump under the white comforter set just beside him. He knows he shouldn't be here; he's had a few more nightmares about a fellow villain finding out about your existence than he was comfortable with. In his dreams they would tear down your house, break the heirloom grandfather clock in your hallway, ravage all the cabinets and drawers (maybe they would find that picture of him under your Christmas-decorated pine tree, the only proof you had of his existence intermingled with yours, and you thought you hid it oh so well but Dabi's far more smarter than that). A shiver runs down his spine and he breaks a sweat when he imagines if Overhaul was the one raiding your apartment. The yakuza boss would most likely delight himself in breaking and putting you back together, again and again, only so he could leave in your bedroom wall a myriad of blood splatters for Dabi to find and grieve for. Chisaki would make sure he wouldn't even have a body to bury. Maybe if he was feeling lucky, not even a brick of your house would be intact, your whole life only resisting in Dabi's memory.

He wishes he could be honourable and selfless enough to say that's the main reason he never bothered to officialise your relationship; but even greater than the fear of coming home and finding your body reduced to a pulp, is the fear of being vulnerable (yet again). He kinda cares about you, yes, he can say that much, and anyone who has met you for more than 15 minutes know that you're in deep. He's not that emotionally stunted. But he's jaded enough to know that caring is a concept with many translations and definitions, and if you so happened to have a different one than he did, specially if that concept involved controlling and screaming and fighting and black bruises all over his back while his skin burned off at every flash of his quirk painfully taking over his body ... He couldn't just sit down and wait to find out.

Also, you seem pretty fine with this arrangement. He has a knack this has less to do with letting him roam free range, and far more with knowing that as soon as you express the need to define the feelings that have grown stronger and stronger for over three years, he will be out the door to never come back. And that simply won't do.

Almost as sensing his distress, you wake up and wrap both your arms around his neck. He tenses for a fraction of second, then relaxes, reaching out for the cigarette pack you leave in the nightstand just for him.

_ "What's on your mind, babe? You seem real distracted. I know you're usually kinda emo but that much brooding just isn't you. Are you okay? Perhaps you're having... cravings again? Did something happen? Was it crusty fuck again? If he tried to decay your face again, I'm so gonna fuck him up..." You run his fingers through his coarse hair, trying to show your adoration while lightly pressing your lips to his jaw and he shudders both from your ministrations and the mentions of his past cravings.

_ "...Whoa whoa whoa, calm down princess. Why are you even awake? It's still really fucking early for so many questions. One would think you would be out like a light by now, since we had so much fun last night, but guess I haven't fucked you hard enough if you still have half a mind to think about all that, dollface. And fuck you, I'm not emo." – he stops, cringing at his out-of-nowhere flirting and vague answers, hoping you don't see right through his crude words, thrown around in case you haven't noticed he's been shaking for the last 20 minutes.

Please don't notice. Please let it go. Please don't point it out.

_ "...Yeah, maybe you're right. But I should be asking you the same, it's 2am and you still got the energy to lewd me. And YES you are emo and well fuck you too. Forget I asked anything, love, if you want to we can talk about that tomorrow morning. Can't afford to be tense when tomorrow's gonna be such a long day, right? So what do you say about letting me tire us both out so we can finally have a full cycle of sleep?", you say, and in that moment he knows that you know.

The sudden pause in your sleep ridden speech tells that you have at least an idea that he's not fine in the slightest, but decided to just ignore it, knowing that your black haired lover wouldn't want to talk about it anyway. So you lift a leg just above his hipbone to pull him closer to your hot, warm core, both of you still naked and spent from your previous lovemaking, one of the few displays of affection he's completely comfortable with.

He runs his hands all over your sides, commiting them to his memory (just in case common sense comes to you without knocking and you finally leave him); suddenly his hands find your hair and tug at your nape, pulling your neck back to find his charred lips. Your smells mingle together, and it's all a blur of smoke, sandalwood, scotch and black pepper.

You kiss him, bringing his mouth towards yours with fervor, while slowly stroking his manhood, pausing around his tip, smearing his precum on your mouth with your fingers (you know he loves seeing you covered in him, and after all these years he wouldn't man up and admit it freely, so you tease him to no end). He can't find it in himself to be rough to you tonight, but it seems you have different plans because it doesn't look like you'll be patient enough for foreplay; and in a blink you are tangled in a mess of sheets and legs and sweat, him sliding swiftly into your heat, appreciating the drag of his swollen tip inside your pussy, going in and out roughly, the fast paced rythm of your skin slapping together only stopping when you feel the familiar head rush of your impeding orgasm and the sensation of his white hot seed spilling deep inside your throbbing center.

His low moans fill the room as he feels you tightly clenching around him; you cannot follow him in his vocal declarations due to being physically incapable of screaming anymore, a mix of pleas and gasps falling out your lips as he bottoms out and groans your name, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. The space between your foreheads close, both heavily panting near each others mouths, following a kiss that's way too sweet considering your personalities.

For a moment, he kinda wants to say those damned three words, but he will be dead before he makes a fool of himself like that, so he kisses your forehead and pull you to his chest, helping himself to a now dreamless sleep.

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It's one of your biggest flaws yet: you are far worse in keeping secrets than you give yourself credit for.

In the five years you spent together, he has plenty of evidence to support this case – all the gifts that were supposed to be a surprise, the job promotion you were hoping to disclose about at a movie night in your house (that said promotion tumbling out of your mouth in one of your daily, unimportant phone calls), the stray cat you tried to adopt without his knowledge (because obviously he would say no without even thinking about it, but now Tama's getting fatter and meaner than ever and Dabi lives for it), and you always said it was the other way around, that Dabi was the one who was way too good at uncovering things that he wasn't supposed to.

And in that exact moment, he wishes you were wrong, because the ripped blue cardboard box he finds forgotten in your bathroom floor just behind the toilet – probably fallen, since it's a bad habit of yours to let your shit fall all over the floor and eventually forget to pick it up – looks too much like the ones he would see in drugstores and at that time Shigaraki made him work undercover for a week in a brothel to gather intel about a winged pro hero who was kind of a degenerate, and he freezes.

He sensed something wrong weeks ago, your delicious skin even more tender to the touch and your face perpetually stuck in a barely concealed frown. He tried to ask you what's the matter a few times, before finally granting you the same leniency given to him when he was having a bad day and wanted to be left alone.

Now the only things going through Dabi's head is "why didn't she tell me", "wasn't she on birth control", "what the fuck is going on" and suddenly he understands why his – wife? girlfriend? lover? fuck buddy? SHIT – always said that some things can't just be left ignored. He never wanted to get high so much in his life.

Like a man possessed, he goes through your trash (it's not like he's not used to some dumpster diving and other unsavoury survival skills, since being a kinda prolific villain can only happen so late in life and before that, you have an empty stomach and way less standards than you'd like to), pausing when he finds what he was dreading: a fucking plastic wire, adorned with two dark pink lines. His eyes begin to blur and he can only thank so much you're at work right now so you can't hear his raging shouts ressonating around your room.

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He does what he does best: he ignores it, simply leaving it all exactly where he found it and waits for you to come home. He helps you cook your favourite meal – you insist it's his turn to choose, but he says he's craving yours – runs you a bath, making sure to douse every crevice of your body in that cherry body wash he loves to smell in you, makes love to you until your head spins and your body is feeling almost bloated with his essence.

Can't get anymore pregnant than that, huh?

He asks about your day, and you let it all out, and every time you make that face you do when you want to tell him something important, he kisses you until you're breathless and changes the subject.

He desperately hopes you choose to keep it.

Then, after you're sleeping soundly on his naked chest, he brings out the duffel bag he hid earlier beneath his side of the bed, gets dressed, gives Tama his beloved wet food, sitting him down for a few minutes of belly rubs and leaves your home, his home, sending you a text through his burner phone that tells you too much about an undercover mission for the LOV that might last for years and none about where your relationship stands.

He's never felt so inadequate. Suddenly he hates being a villain.

He hopes you might catch the underlying forlorn tone in his words – that this is a "goodbye", not a "see you soon" – and not foolishly wait for him to come back. But he kinda knows it is unreasonable to expect you to move on and find a more loving, present person to warm your bed, put a smile on your face, a ring on your left hand, give his only child a decent attempt of a family, promise you the world and keep that promise. He leaves knowing that much.

And as you wake up in the middle of the night, with a cold bed, an empty apartment, a text and the briefest memory of Dabi lovingly kissing your midriff, you cry out for what could have been. Said text was supposed to be monotonous, robotic even, and it's so much like Dabi to go on a mission without wanting to say goodbye in person (because he's too cool for that) that normally you wouldn't even bat an eye, but you know you'll never see him again because of the words adorning the end of your screen.

I love you.

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Yet again, Dabi's dreams haven't ever been easy on him. He jumps out of the bed, startled, as he fumbles with a bag of white pills which he spent the last year or so sneaking from your sight and angrily swallows four at once; the image of a little girl with her grandmother's hair and his azure eyes, no older than three, tightly clutching his hand and smiling. It's way too early in the morning for this shit and he can't be bothered to deal with that yet. Not sober.

Papa, look! I've drawn us today at school! I've made sure you look cool enough like you asked, okay? That's you in your coat, that's mama, that's Tama and that's me!

He's not sure he should burn the image to his mind or off his mind. He still hears your stupid giggles in the back of his head (probably it doesn't help that he has been watching almost daily for the last six months that particular video of you hollering, high as a kite, when he and the LOV raided the compounds of a drug cartel that was antagonising their plans, and let's say that Dabi has come home that day with more than a few weed satchels).

Feeling the top of his head getting heavier and his eyes blurring with difficulty to focus, he clings to the porcelain sink in his hotel room, mindlessly bangs his head on the cabinet just below the small mirror until his forehead is openly bleeding – not that he can feel anything when he's like that anyway, but he DID always try – and lets himself fall to his knees, silently glaring at the floor.

He somberly notes that his blood has painted the bathroom floor a vibrant red. He hopes yours isn't painted too.

Later that day when he has already puked almost all the drugs out his system, he and Kurogiri are sent on a minor errand; some human trafficking ring leader, a former ally, was threatening to spill out their secrets and they were to break and enter, kill him swiftly and move on with their lives, no biggie. But as he steps into the compound – a shell orphanage, he notes – Dabi knows it's not going to be a normal mission. Soon as the children know the leader's dead, most of them flee, making a run for their long lost freedom; but a small group, maybe six or seven of them, stays. And usually Dabi is proud of being the nonchalant, motionless member of the party, but with the late events even he can't help to be a little horrified when he notices that children as young as four have the same eyes he had when he fled his childhood home, Ende- his house.

Children that have seen so much grief and despair they can't be bothered to exit the building, even when he irritatedly screams at them to get out already as the walls roar up in flames. They have no reason for escaping; their will to go on died way before their bodies did. He can look into their eyes and tell already that they will turn out to be like him, or worse. This would be the perfect time for a rookie wide-eyed pro hero to appear and save these innocent children just so they can grow up so emotionally damaged that they will turn to villainy, to be eventually caught and brutally murdered by the very same hero.

Dabi knows the kids will stay rooted to the same spot until they're engulfed by the flames or choked up in poisonous smoke and that's gonna take so much longer; he's already in deep shit with Shigaraki because he said "no witnesses" and so many of them have already fled, so he does what he does best – ignores the vision he has of that little girl, his little girl, embraced by the blue fire of his body as he gives the children the most quick, painless death he can think of.

Dabi's thankful that they don't bother to make a sound. He doesn't think he could stay clean for much longer if he could hear the white haired girl's voice in the squeals and pitiful sobs of the children who stayed behind.

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He returns to his empty hotel room that day, still hearing Shigaraki's screeches ringing in his ear, and the only thing he wants to do is to swallow the whole bag of pills he still has under his mattress and doze off until he chokes up on his own vomit and doesn't wake up the next morning, but he cannot die, not yet, and that night he remembers the children's empty glares as he brings out the half full bottle of whiskey sitting besides his bed and drinks till he's tumbling unconsciously down the wall.

The morning after he wakes up a little emptier inside and his sheets are actually wet with the sweat he expelled during his goriest nightmare yet, but the possibility that yet another child is going to end like the ones he has spared killed the day before drives him mad with frustration. And then, he takes the longest steps he's ever taken in your home's direction.

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This time, is your turn to wake up in a sweat. You can clearly hear the noise of a window lock being picked (your former lover did this way too much in the beginning of your relationship, so much you suspected that he did it for fun, even when you gave him a spare key), and the sheer panic that runs through your whole being when your brain computes it's the nursery window lock being picked, you grab the pistol Dabi gave to you after a night out with your friends almost went sour in a robbery, and runs to your newborn daughter's room. You can feel the tears gathering around your eyes, desperate to hear her make any sound – anything to know she's alive – and when you kick the door open, the gun in your hands seems heavier than it does when shooting, as soon as you reckon the black hair and blue eyes you loved (honestly, love) so much, you seem to forget how to breathe.

The father of your child is holding onto her so tightly, a pained but relieved expression on his face as he clutches her so close to his warm chest, and you feel something wet running down both your cheeks as he presses his trembling lips to her forehead, almost like he expected to find the spare room in your apartment just the way he saw last, empty and full of broken spare parts of utensils and furniture. Your daughter is not bothered at all, like she recognizes him even if she never met him before and your heart is so confused.

Is he gonna leave again?

You longed for him throughout all your pregnancy, wanting him to know he was going to be a father, wanting him to see her first sonograms, feel her first kicks but you knew Dabi could only be there when his mission was over. And you waited, even if every cell in your brain screamed at you for it, confirming what you already suspected – he's abandoned you, both of you.

He thought that maybe you would be gullible enought to believe he was gone for a few months, not the slightest intention of leaving you behind, but in that moment, he knows that you know. And as you choose to let it go once again, he feels all the weight on his shoulders disappear as you both say, in unison:

"Welcome home."

#dabi x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x y/n #bnha x y/n #bnha angst

[the-awkward-outlaw]

What's good, dear writer? I hope you're safe out there. Can you write reader cheering Arthur up from his own depression or bad days? I feel like it's always Arthur having to cheer us up, so why not turn the tables? Thank you.

This was a good one! It’s true, so many one shots have Arthur cheering up the reader, but it’s rare to see one that’s the other way around. To be honest, this one helped me since my depression’s been more on the rise lately, so kudos to you, Anon! I hope this also helps anyone else suffering right now. 

Arthur sits in the meadow of Big Valley, staring down the long lake of grass, the small stream winding its way through it. He’d asked you to come down here with him to hunt, that was his excuse anyways. The reality of it was that he just wasn’t feeling good, mentally anyways. He just wanted to get away from camp, from Dutch’s incessant prodding, even from Hosea. He hadn’t really wanted to be completely alone though, he knew having company would be good for him. That was why he asked you to come along, that and he harbored a crush on you, though he’d never tell you. 

He’d been the one to suggest you both split up in order to be more efficient. You knew something was wrong, though didn’t really know how to approach him about it. You figured he just needed some space, so you agreed and went off to hunt on your own. 

Arthur looks up to the sky, wishing these dark feelings would leave him. He feels numb inside, like he’s just incapable of feeling anything except this sense of dread, and there’s a longing inside him that just wishes he could go to sleep and not wake up again. It is an awful thing to feel. He sighs heavily, not knowing what to do or what will happen next. He puts his head in his hands and takes this quiet moment to break down where no one is looking. 

He cries for several moments, partway wishing someone was there to comfort him but partway glad no one is. As he cries, the pain in his chest just grows until it feels like something’s coiling up tight inside him and making it hard to breathe. He clenches his hands in his hair, pulling on the strands and yanking several of them out. He doesn’t care though, this physical pain is preferrable. 

After a few moments, the tightness in his chest lessens and he can catch his breath. That’s when he hears your soft voice calling his name. 

You’d been off hunting on the other side of the meadow, but you’d looked his way to see how he was doing. You saw him sitting in the grass, his elbows on his knees. This was unusual for him because it seemed like he was always going. You rarely saw this man stop and take a break. That mixed with his closed-off behavior from earlier really clued you in that something was wrong. You’d approached him slowly and heard his sobs, which broke your heart. Arthur’s the best man you know, despite his sins. It hurts to see him looking so miserable and broken. That was when you called to him. 

His sniffles stop and he looks up and back at you, blinking his watery eyes. He feels shame rip through him as you slowly approach, though your face says you’re not judging him. You look worried. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, feeling rather stupid for doing so. Of course he’s not. 

“Y-yeah,” he says, turning away so you won’t see the tracks of tears. “Just… I don’t know. I can’t explain it.” 

You sit down next to him, your knee brushing up on his . You’re going to let him decide how close you can get. You fold your hands into your lap and face the same direction he’s pointed. 

“It’s okay, Arthur. It’s good to let it out sometimes. It’s the only way to stay sane, really.” 

“I never been sane, Y/N,” he says, looking down in his lap. 

“Who truly is? The fact that you don’t think you’re sane says you’re more so than you think. Besides, it’s not healthy for anyone to bottle up their emotions. Go ahead and let them out. But just know that if you want to talk, I’m listening.” 

That breaks him even further and more tears leak from his eyes. He knows you’re the best listener in camp. You’re very quiet around the others and don’t say much, but you listen very well. Arthur finds it rather encouraging that you’re one of the few people he’s met who listens not for the sake of how you’ll respond to the speaker, but to actually listen. It gives him a sense of peace around you, knowing you’ll truly hear him. 

“I just… I feel hollow, if that makes any sense. Like whatever was inside me is gone. It don’t feel good. I’m a bad man, Y/N, I know that, and I know that someone like me don’t deserve to feel good.”

You’re silent for several seconds but then you speak, still staring off down the meadow. “I think you’re too hard on yourself, Mr. Morgan. This world isn’t made of black and white, good and evil. Look around and you’ll see a vast variety of colors. People are the same. We’re complicated and constantly try to contradict ourselves. You say you’re a bad man, you kill and rob people, but I’ve seen you help so many folk. And many of them have been complete strangers. I’ve seen men society calls ‘good’ stroll right by those in need without batting an eye.” 

“But I just don’t feel nothin’,” he says. “It’s like I’ve gone numb on the inside. I just wanna feel again.” 

This is when you finally look at him. “I know what you mean, Arthur. I’ve felt that way many times.” 

“How do you deal with it?”

You smile softly and then look down the meadow again. “I look around me and name all the things I find beautiful. That patch of blue flowers there. The pronghorn doe just down by those trees nursing her fawn. The way the clouds look. I can see them, Arthur, I wouldn’t be able to if I were dead.

“Listen to the world. The way the wind whispers in the grass, the trees. That eagle over there, wonder if he’s found something to eat. The horses eating.”

You pause and shift your hand so it’s close to his on the ground. He doesn’t seem to notice as he listens. 

“Pay attention to what you can physically feel. How the sun warms your skin, how the breeze feels on your face. I don’t know about you, but I feel a rock under my butt.” 

He smiles, despite himself. That’s when your hand winds around his. 

“My hand in yours. How does it feel, Arthur? Is it warm? My fingers are calloused just like yours. How does it physically feel?” 

He blinks several times, thinking about all the things you’ve just said. You go on to tell him to pay attention to all his senses, to really get a feel of what’s around him. He realizes he feels a little less dark inside, more at peace. 

“But I still feel like I wanna die sometimes,” he says, sinking down again.

“No, you don’t. There’s a part of you that you want dead, Arthur. If I were to take you onto a boat and throw you into Flat Iron Lake, what would you do?” 

“Well, I’d try swimmin’ to shore,” he says flatly. 

“Exactly. You’d try to save yourself, not allow yourself to be drowned. You don’t want to die, you just want to kill a part of yourself. That’s natural for everyone, Arthur. There are parts of me I want dead too.” 

“I don’t want nothin’ about you to change,” he says, squeezing your hand. 

You smile at him. “And that’s my point, Arthur. Your personal demons are just as much a part of you as your angels are. They help to make you who you are. And your demons aren’t necessarily something people want gone from you. There isn’t a thing I’d change about you either.” 

You look at him and smile. He feels a weight lift from his chest and he releases your hand only so he can slide next to you and take you in his arms. This takes you by surprise, but you let him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wonder how this would feel, but it’s far better than you could ever imagine. He buries his head into your shoulder and lets more tears slide out. You stay quiet, folding your arms around him too. One hand goes into his hair and you brush your fingers through it. 

After several moments, he relaxes his hold and pulls away. He looks at you and smiles, no longer ashamed of the moisture on his face. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

“No need to thank me, Mr. Morgan,” you say. You lean up and kiss his cheek. His hands are still on your sides and he doesn’t remove them, almost like feeling you helps to ground him. You end up climbing into his lap and laying your head on his chest. He quietly adores it, you make him feel alive. He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #awkward asks

[1-800-hellraiser]

Bust your kneecaps (Creepypasta x reader)

Requested by: no one

Pages: 3.9

Words: 1,347

Genre: Pretty angsty

Associated song: Bust your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose

!Tw! Gore, yandere-ish actions, and mentions of murder/murder

(P.S, this is Y/n and Remi to get more info on Remi, refer to the art section on my masterlist.)

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"You call it 'crime', we call it smart family business. And the family is famous!"

        "I'll see you when you come home Mimi," "Okay, I love you!" You smile at her sentiment. "I love you too hon, bye." You hang up the phone. Your girlfriend, Remi, called to tell you that her shift ends early today. You are ecstatic to see your wonderful girlfriend after work. You, however, still have to do a mission that slender gave you. He gave you a file with the guys picture in it and an analysis of him. He seems to be the type of person to punch holes in walls, and drink more than a healthy amount of Monster energy drinks. His name is Kyle, very fitting. The files also state that he has a truck, of course, and it has some issues. So, he goes to a lot of auto shops, you figure that's the best way of finding him.

        You trudge through the east side of the woods to get to a small plaza. Said plaza has an auto shop that he frequents often. You have no idea how long you'll have to wait, but you put up with it because Slender gives harsh punishments to those who don't follow his rules. You rather not be that unlucky son of a bitch who has to face his wrath this time. You usually listen to music while traveling, but you forgot your headphones at the mansion. Instead, you plan how to kill your victim, you're thinking about dragging him into an alleyway and slitting his throat. You think that might be a bit hard, considering you're in broad daylight.

        'I think I'll just slit his throat and throw him into a dumpster,' you shrug to yourself. You arrive at the auto shop and decide to lurk around for a bit to try and find him. You spend ten minutes searching the shop for him, you decide to give up and wait outside. Exiting the store, you see a bright red pick up truck pull into the parking lot, your target in the driver's seat. You slip into an alleyway. Kyle gets out of his truck and starts to saunter over to the auto shop entrance. Just before Kyle comes into the window's view, you snag him by the hood of his hoodie and drag him into the alleyway.

        He tries to scream, but your hand muffles the sound well. You pull your machete out from the holster clipped to your left thigh and drive it through his throat, dropping the body, you slide your now bloody machete back into the holster. Kyle lets out a pained gurgle then goes limp, perfect. You glance around for a dumpster, just your luck, there's one deeper in the alleyway. Hoisting Kyle's corpse over your shoulder, you trudge over to the dumpster and open the lid. You carelessly toss Kyle's body into the dumpster and close the lid. You panic for a second, thinking the police will be able to track you based on your finger prints. Then you realize, you're a creepypasta, you are physically incapable of leaving prints.

        Once you were brought to the mansion, Slender was able to alter your fingers to not leave prints. You have no idea how he does it, but, he's an eldritch being who is hundreds of years older than you. He also made the proxies incapable of death, they can still feel the pain of death (except for Toby) and technically die. But they come back fully healed an hour or more later (depending on how severe the damage is, it takes longer to regenerate). Anyway, you slip back into the woods and proceed to walk over to the north side of the woods. Why? Because that's where Remi's house is. 

        Since Remi is getting out early, you have no time to take a shower and change, so, you're covered in blood. You don't think Remi will mind though, you told her what you do for a living. Or, at least you think you did. A smile begins to form on your face as you fantasize about cuddling her, after a shower and wardrobe change, of course. Oh! You almost forgot! You need to touch base with Masky so he could tell Slender that you're finished with your mission. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to give Masky the heads up. You usually don't rely on the proxies to forward info to Slender, but you're going to stay the night at Remi's house.

Y/n

Hey Masky, I finished my mission and I'm heading to Remi's house for the night. Could you let Slender know?

Masky

Okay

Y/n

Thank you!

Masky 

You're welcome

        You finally arrive at Remi's house, you let yourself in, you know Remi won't mind. You plop down on her couch and turn on the t.v. You check the time on your phone, two fifty-seven pm, Remi gets out at three today instead of five. You smile, only three more minutes until you can see your lovely girlfriend. You decide to hide somewhere and pop out when she comes home. But, where will you hide? You look around, the kitchen? No. The living room? No. The bathroom? Yes! You slip into the bathroom and tuck yourself behind Remi's shower curtain. 

        Hearing the click of the closed bathroom door, you jump out and yell 'boo!' at your unexpecting girlfriend. She screeches and falls back against the bathroom wall. "Hahahahahah, you should've seen your face!" You snort out, doubled over clutching your stomach. You don't hear Remi laugh though, which is odd, considering she's a good sport when you jumpscare her. Yoy look at her confused, then you remember that you're covered in blood. 

        "Oh, hahaha, I forgot about that." You wave off the fact that you're covered in blood. "Y/n, w-what have you done?!" Remi yells, backing herself further into the wall. You cock your head, "I did a mission for Slender today." Remi still stares you down with wode eyes and shaking pupils. "You kill for a living!? Why haven't you told me?!" You flinch at her tone, "I'm sorry babe, I guess I didn't tell you, but, it's okay, because you know now." You gently take one of her hands, "anyway, c'mere and give your chica a hug." You say trying to gently pull her in, but she rips her hand away. "NO, YOU'RE A MONSTER." You pull back a bit, suprised at her behavior. 

        You hang your head and chuckle, she gives you a confused stare. "Oh Gumdrop..." you look back up at her with a red glint in your eyes, "you don't have a choice." You say sweetly as you step towards Remi. She falls to the grount and curls herself into a fetal position. You crouch down infront of her anf force her chin up so she can look at you. "P-please." Remi croaks as you cup her cheek, wiping a stray tear away with your thumb. "

        You know...if you ever leave me, I will send my family to stalk you, kidnap you, bring you back to me, and then we'll have so much fun!" You say, tracing your index finger down her jawline, you take both you thumb and index finger and grip her cheeks tightly. "Do you understand?" You ask, now holding Remi's face tightly. Remi nods quickly and leans into you for a hug. She lets a tear slip slowly down her face and onto the tiled bathroom floor.

#ily <3333 #ilysm <333 #<3 <3 <3 #<333 #writers on tumblr #writing #oneshot #creepypasta #x reader #remi

[lazaruspithottub]

Who are your younger faves that you're keeping an eye on and why?

I promise that I will answer my other asks later but I thought that this would be a good one to start with so here I go! (disclaimer this is obviously based entirely off of my own opinions but you can @ me I don’t care) (I have not seen all performances in all disciplines and I am also gonna try to keep this pretty positive but if you want more critique just ask and I’ll idk make a post)

I’ve linked all of their names to their ISU bios.

Mens

I have to sleep sometimes so I can’t tell you much about mens so far. What I will say is the following about what I did see though just be warned that is sooo not comprehensive at all.

Stephen Gogolev (CAN)

1st Bratislava

13. 2017 Canadian junior champion. A baby Canadian to start off the listings. I particularly like his short program and I’m really glad that he kept it because the music and choreo is great and really appropriate. The fact that he is a fingerprint in his free skate never fails to amuse me.

Ryan Dunk (USA)

6th in Bratislava

17. Ryan also stood out to me as providing some nice skating. He’ll probably get lost in the field but nevertheless I liked his short program (free skate here but be warned that it’s La La Land)

Ladies

Wooooof ladies is changing. 

Alena Kostornaia (RUS)

2018 Junior worlds silver, 3rd at 2018 Russian senior nationals 1st in Linz

she’s 15 now but not senior eligible because she turned 15 after July

I pray for the day that she gets programs she actually deserves (@Daniil) but then maybe she’d be too powerful and we’d just all spontaneously combust from watching her

Saying this, I really liked her free from last season, though

Her short from this season shows off a lot of good qualities and I like the music (I actually recognised the composer and was like ah yes this’d make a good program).

next to be seen at JGP Czech Republic

Anna Tarusina (RUS)

2nd in Bratislava

What a tough cookie. One of the older Russian juniors at 15 and technically senior eligible. She was in a car accident in 2016 and this is her ‘comeback season’.

A non-Eteri skater.

I said that this girl had ice dancer qualities and I was right. Quite musical I enjoyed it and I really hope that she makes the JGP final her short is here and her free my favourite of the two here 

IDK if she has a 2nd JGP I’ll have to check

Anna Shcherbakova (RUS)

1st in Bratislava

14. JGP debut finally!

so smol. she is physically incapable of making a bad position this is true. so elegant. some technical stuff to look at but such a capable young skater. See that here in the short.

I love the free costume. It makes her look like a tiny faery witch. Of the 3 top Eteri camp juniors she definitely has the best programs.

she has been training a 4Lz but thank goodness didn’t put it in her program.

small but with excellent carriage, understanding and spacial awareness.

her english is impeccable, what a multitalented bean!

next to be seen at JGP Canada

Pairs

I don’t watch junior pairs rofl. But my Aussies Katia and Harley are moving fully from juniors to seniors this season so I guess they count? (18 and 21 is young okay and I

Ekaterina Alexandrovskaya & Harley Windsor (AUS)

2017 Junior world champions, 2017 JGPF champions, 2018 Olympians

teamed up in 2015

adorable and don’t know what to do when they win (see the 2017 GPF when they missed all of the victory photos at the end of the gala with the other winners)

here’s their best short and free from last season.

the upcoming season is their third season together.

I like them because they’re Australian and fun and I want them to go out there and crush it at Skate Canada and Rostelecom!

(I also remember about a year ago them saying how cool it would be to get a senior grand prix and now they have two!!!!!)

Ice Dance

I have watched soooo many smol ice dancers over the last few weeks. So many patterns and ahhhh.

Natalie D’Alessandro & Bruce Waddell (CAN)

4th in Linz

Canadian 2016 pre-novice champions, 2017 novice champions, 8th in 2018 juniors.

teamed up in 2014

14 & 16. Tall for their ages. Bruce is already taller than Scott lmao. They are TCC children but they are choreographed by Marie-France and Romain in the rhythm dance this season.

Scott went into TCC and did some work with them a little back after the Olympics. They are both huge VM fans and accompanied the pic of them and Scott with a video from stars on ice where you can hear Natalie’s screaming very clearly hahaha.

They both compete in singles skating as well and are both 2016 national novice bronze medalists as singles skaters.

Natalie likes fitness, dance and cooking and Bruce likes fashion design, hockey and skateboarding according to their ISU bios. His older brother by 3 years, George, is also an ice dancer (for GBR) but Bruce is already doing better.

I love their free dance so so much. It was 3rd in the free at Linz. I never thought I could like something with Malguena and Carmen in it so much but the music cuts are flawless, the choreo is great and they’re really into it. It has a lot of potential for them as a vehicle to have them do well and aim for the junior podium at nationals (as does their RD).

They’re such a fresh young team and I love them. No team has done as well as them as young as them since VM.

next to be seen at JGP Canada

Marjorie Lajoie & Zachary Lagha (CAN)

2nd in Linz

Canadian junior champions for 2 years running and 4th at 2018 junior worlds.

teamed up in 2011

17 & 19.

a Gadbois team.

I really like their rhythm dance this season particularly the step sequences. Great music choice (shout out to MF for that I’m guessing). It’s my favourite so far.

contrary to popular opinion(??) I also like their free (warning: the music is out of time). Shame about the invalidated element in Linz but I have faith that they’ll work the kinks out.

I have my fingers crossed that these two can land on the junior worlds podium because I feel like this is a last junior season for them and there are spots up in seniors at the national level that these two could grab.

next to be seen at JGP Canada

Elizaveta Shanaeva & Devid Naryzhnyy (RUS)

2nd in Bratislava

15 & 18.

Their rhythm dance is that one with the cool lift. Besides that I genuinely really liked their skating and was impressed with their crispness, expression and musicality.

Lovely, enjoyable and appropriate expression and extension in their skating.

Their free was a breath of fresh air to me. 

I really hope that they make the JGP final.

IDK when we’ll see them again on the JGP I’ll have to check

Of the teams that have moved onto seniors I’m particularly looking at Carreira & Ponomorenko and also where they stack up against the other top US senior teams considering that that field is so so deep (it’s the Russian ladies of ice dance lmao).

feel free to send me more skating asks!

#ask #figure skating

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“If you’re not nice I won’t let you in my blanket fort” rhack ofc (you're a great writer and i love your stuff!)

thanks! hope you're okay with trans rhys because i'm feeling self-indulgent and tbh the world needs more of it. also happy #tdov! [read this on ao3 here]

"Babe, I'm home!" Jack announced, stepping into their shared apartment.

He knew Rhys would probably be pissed at him, considering he'd worked far later than intended, but he hoped the pint of ice cream he'd picked up on the way back would smooth things over.

However, he was met with neither a kiss nor a shove from his boyfriend, both of which Jack was confident he could maneuver into evolving into the sex that both of them had gone far longer than intended without.

"Rhys?" he called again, setting his bag down onto the floor and shrugging off his coat to create a mess that he'd no doubt get yelled at about as soon as Rhys saw it.

"Hmm?" came a muffled reply, which Jack was quick to investigate.

The source of the noise was, of course, Rhys. But Rhys' location-- Jack honestly didn't even know where to start looking. The sound seemed to come from the living room, but the entire couch was covered in a mess of blankets and bedsheets.

"Uh... babe?"

"M here," Rhys replied, his voice absorbed by the linens piled on top of him.

"The hell are you doing, kitten?" Jack asked, pulling back one of the blankets to reveal Rhys' tired face. "Did you make a fortress without me?"

Rhys huffed, his disapproving look cut short by a yawn. "It's just a pile of blankets, Jack. I'm cold."

"So you made an igloo?" Jack said, snorting.

"It's not my fault you didn't finish folding the laundry," Rhys grumbled, rolling from his back onto his side and pulling the blankets closer. "And you're late."

"Damn, cupcake," Jack said, ruffling Rhys' hair. "What crawled up your ass?"

"Nothing," Rhys said, curling tighter into himself. "Just don't feel well."

"Gee, I wonder why," Jack said sarcastically as Rhys averted his gaze.

He'd tried to push aside a layer of blankets so that he could better touch/cuddle/kiss/possibly-maybe-fuck his boyfriend, but instead of one of Rhys' silly matched pajamas, the man was wearing sports shorts and a t-shirt from one of the various nerdy TV shows he watched. He was also very obviously still wearing his binder.

"You know you're not supposed to sleep in that thing," Jack said, sighing as Rhys blushed in embarrassment. "It'll mess up your ribs, kitten."

Rhys muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "who cares," to which Jack immediately responded by lightly kissing Rhys' lips.

"Come on, let's get this thing off," Jack said as he began peeling Rhys' shirt off of him. It proved to be an arduous task, what with how Rhys was still half-covered in blankets and fighting his every move.

He was eventually able to pin Rhys' arms down and slip his oversized shirt from his slight frame, but the binder proved to be an altogether new level of difficulty.

"Seriously, cupcake," Jack said, Rhys continuing to swat at his hands. "What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing!" Rhys replied, although his look of annoyance was cut short by a whimper of pain, his eyes scrunching shut and teeth worrying his lip.

Jack frowned, concern thrumming through his body at full force. Rhys was hurting, and it was Jack's job as his boyfriend to make him feel better; at least, that's how he justified lunging at Rhys and pulling his binder off over his head before Rhys had even managed to uncurl himself from a full-on fetal position.

"Jack, what the fuck?" Rhys hissed, folding his cybernetic arm over his chest to cover his now exposed breasts.

"The proper response is 'thank you'."

"Oh, screw you," Rhys said, attempting to re-surround himself in the blankets. The cramping in his lower abdomen, however, made doing anything other than moaning in pain difficult. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into the pillow, trying to find his way back to the blissful unconsciousness where he wasn't aware of how badly his body was fucking him over.

Jack began mentally going through a list of a multitude of things he could've done to make Rhys angry with him. Was it the laundry? The late night at work? He hadn't gotten home this late for, what, one, two, three weeks? Not since the time he'd had to make a longer-than-intended detour to the drug store to buy an emergency box of tampons because--

Idiot. Jack was an idiot. A complete, asshole-ish idiot that was incapable of using a calendar.

Wordlessly, Jack left the living room, returning five minutes later with ibuprofen and a glass of water.

"Here," he said, helping Rhys to sit up enough so that he could swallow the medicine.

"Thanks," Rhys said, lying back down. He'd given up on trying to hide his frustratingly not flat chest, instead clutching at his abdomen.

"So, can I get in on some cuddle action?" Jack asked, trailing his finger along Rhys' jawline.

"Depends," Rhys said, to which Jack quirked an eyebrow. "Can you stop acting like a dick for five minutes? Because if you’re not nice, I won’t let you in my blanket fort."

"Ha, you just admitted it's a blanket fort!" Jack laughed, making Rhys sock him in the arm. "Sorry, sorry, I'll act nice."

"You'd better," Rhys mumbled, sliding forward on the couch so that Jack could climb on to spoon him from behind.

He sighed as he felt Jack press kisses along the side of his neck, his hand warm over Rhys' tender stomach.

"I can see why you like it in here," Jack said softly, breathing in the calming scent of Rhys' cologne.

Rhys didn't respond, instead pressing himself closer to Jack's body. He didn't mean to act like this, so stubborn and defensive, but sometimes it was the only way to deal with the fear that not only was he not man enough for himself, but man enough for Jack.

"I love you, Rhysie," Jack said, noticing the way Rhys was anxiously fidgeting in his arms. "Really, truly, I do."

"I know," Rhys said, although his tone was anything but confident.

"Seriously," Jack replied, rubbing small circles on Rhys' stomach. "I even bought you ice cream on the way home."

Rhys perked up at that. "Chocolate?"

Jack snorted. "What else would I get?"

"I dunno," Rhys shrugged. "Sometimes you act like an idiot."

"Wow, cupcake," Jack said with false shock. "I am so incredibly hurt right now."

"Yeah, yeah," Rhys said, a smile tugging at his lips, the mental and physical torment of his period pushed to the back of his thoughts. "Oh, and Jack?"

"Hmm?" Jack replied, reattaching his lips to Rhys' neck.

"I love you too."

#yall probs thought i forgot about this but i didn't #rhack #rhack fic #also i'm not claiming this is every trans person's experience it's just something i've gone thru myself so yeah disclaimer there #trash writing #Anonymous