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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years
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Surprise Adoption
Platonic Yandere Male Harpy x Male Child Reader (CW: Orphan reader, harpy man, kidnapping, soft yandere themes) Word Count: 1.6k (Tumblr is no longer allowing me to make posts from or reply directly to anything in my inbox so this is the anon request this fic is for:  “Hi! Are you willing to write Platonic yanderes? If you are could you write a (male) Platonic Yandere Harpy with a (male) child  reader senerio? The Harpy lost all of his eggs due to hunters and while mourning he sees the reader and believes that it’s one of his young?”) (I hope this is okay, maybe not my best work, but I tried. Sorry it took so long. I made him just have one egg so he could stop searching instead of multiple, I made the reader an orphan so the ending could be happy instead of the reader being taken from a family)  Holden was so distraught, even years after the loss of his egg he was still grieving. Humans had raided his nest and he had barely escaped with his life. Harpy eggs take a very long time to develop and hatch and the time he devoted to nest building and to his egg and then the lost of them had mentally broken him.  It had been over three years, he still thought about his child every single day. His egg. Did it even hatch without him? If it did then what became of his hatchling?  He scoped out human cities and villages relentlessly when he finally found you. His beautiful son! In a field between the forest and a fenced building on the outskirts of a town. You had grown so much! Harpies did mature really fast after all. But what did they do to your legs, your feathers, your WINGS!??! They somehow made you look completely human!!  But that’s okay, he would not love you any less at all just because you were a bit different now! He was your parent and it was his job to love and care for you.  He had to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to snatch you up right then and there. You had lived with humans your whole life now, you even looked like one, Holden was no bird-brain, he knew that it could cause more harm than good to you if he forced a transition without being prepared first.  For now he would stick to the trees, shadows, and sky and silently observe you.  You were a 10 year old living in an orphanage, it was pretty lonely. You had been left on the orphanage doorstep as a baby and had spent your entire life here.  You supposed that it wasn’t so terrible, it wasn’t like the movies. There was no sadistic director, no evil psychopathic teachers, no terrible and relentless bullies. Everyone was nice enough, but you distanced yourself, no point in making friends. It just caused pain for everyone when they inevitably got adopted and left you behind. It happened a few times before you got the memo to stick to yourself.  You always got your chores and homework done quickly so you could spend extra time out in the yard, and when the coast was clear you snuck past through a secret hole in the fence and spent time in the field and forest beyond it.  There wasn’t much else to do. You were sitting at the base of a huge oak tree, listening to the birds and bugs as you doodled in the dirt with a stick. Before long you got sleepy and dozed off peacefully against the tree. It had been a pretty tiring day between classes and chores and the cool breeze made it feel just right for a quick cat nap even if you had not intended to take one.  A sudden chill made you reach for your blanket subconsciously, not finding it you woke up fully in confusion. You were moving over one hundred feet in the air. What the…? You must be dreaming! You finally noticed a tight grip on your arms and looked up.  Above you there was a huge bird-man holding your small arms in his large pink bird-like feet. Each toe was tipped with a wicked looking talon which sent a shiver down your spine. You could not see much of him from your angle but you saw the white feathers that covered his upper legs and his pink lower legs.  You screamed, you started to thrash but then thought better of it, if he dropped you here your head would certainly crack open like an egg.  “Wh-what are you doing!? Please don’t kill me!” You were utterly terrified, you did not even believe that harpies were real! And if they were real then they would nearly be extinct by now. “Am I dreaming???”  “Oh, I am so sorry (Y/N), I did not mean to scare you! Please don’t struggle. This isn’t a dream. You don’t need to worry, you have been asleep for a long time and we are almost home!” He spoke in a chipper, almost bubbly, voice with an upbeat energy.  “Why did you take me!? How do you know m-my name? Wh-what’s going on???” You began crying in confusion and terror. Your heart pounding in your chest. You were going to die, you were sure of it.  “Awe, please don’t cry! I have pizza at home, I know you don’t never miss pizza day so I made sure to make some for you so you won’t be grumpy! You’re my son and I have been watching you so I could prepare for your return to live with me.”  “W-what? That’s insa… I’m n-not a harp-” You could barely get the words out as you sobbed.  “We can talk more inside! We are almost there.” A few minutes later and you had managed to calm down a little bit as he flew you into a forest of colossal trees. It did not take you two long to approach a wooden building in the trees.  He put you down gently on a porch that wrapped around the entirety of a large tree house that was built around four massive trees before landing beside you. It was pretty impressive, there were solar panels on the top and you were at least 100 feat up above the ground with a nice wooden bridge that went from the porch to a hill near the house. The hill had a dirt trail that lead down to the forest floor.  You could easily make a run for it. There was no telling what this kidnapper had in store for you. You started to take a few steps backward but before you could bolt the yellow harpy grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside excitedly.  The bird man closed the door behind you and flipped on a light, the house was huge! It was all wood and very spacious. The room you were in was furnished with shiny little trinkets and baubles hanging from the ceiling, a couch, and a small TV.  Now that he was standing in front of you and not carrying you through the air you could see him clearly for the first time.  He resembled a cockatiel, like the one the director had in his office at the orphanage. Plumage covered almost his entire body except for his face and his legs below the knee. His legs were pink and ended in the foot of a bird with sharp talons, his face had orange circles on his cheeks and his hair was long and yellow. His feathers around his neck were grey but the rest were white except for his wing tips which were as bright and yellow as the sun.  He pulled you into a tight hug and you squirmed uncomfortably. “oh, uh, sorry, I am getting ahead of myself, I forgot to even introduce myself, I am just so happy. I am Holden. Your father!” He guided you to the couch and had sit and he took a seat beside you.  “Uh, well, I think you have the wrong boy. I am not a h-harpy, I don’t even have wings! Or a single feather, I can’t be your son!”  At this he looked at you with sincere sympathy and spoke softly, “Hey, don’t worry about that! Just because they altered you doesn’t mean I love you any less okay? I know you were taken and raised as a human and that’s okay.” Holden gently ruffled your hair.  “Are you insane? I am a HUMAN! You can’t keep me here!” You were scared and annoyed and overall confused by the events of today. You just wanted to go back home and crawl into your bed.  “I know it will be a rough transition and hard to accept (Y/N), but I am your father and I know best and I promise to be patient, anyway, you’re probably famished! I know I made you miss pizza day but no worries~ I made you one earlier, let me go heat up a slice!” The harpy smiled and hummed happily as he went off into the kitchen to get you food.  You considered bolting out the door, but it was dark and you had no idea how to get back home. And truth be told you were starving, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to grab some food before planning a later escape. You couldn’t flee on an empty stomach after all.  After a few minutes he came back into the living room as bubbly and chipper as ever with a plate of food he handed to you with a couple slices of your favorite type of pizza, except unlike at the orphanage it had cheese stuffed crust.  “I hope you like it! I learned how to make it myself for you, I cannot expect you to live like a harpy after living among humans so I will live more like a human for you! I made sure we have electricity and that everything is accessible with stairs, and of course I got human furniture. I know you’ll be happy here eventually my little nestling!” His voice held his normal upbeat optimism, but there was something more in his eyes, something like desperation for you to be happy here.  You could tell he was really putting all his effort into making you accept life here. The way he looked at you with love and acceptance made you feel odd. You had never had anyone care about you like this before.  As you took a bite into your homemade pizza baked with love while Holden started rubbed your back soothingly you started to think that maybe living here as his son wouldn’t really be a bad thing. You had just been adopted in a slightly different manner than usual.
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Glad you like it lol
1: I know you said in a much earlier post that Jake develop his powers from fending off a bully but what did he do to the bully? (Unless you already answer this & im blind lol ) did he threw the bully, punch the side of a wall or locker and it cracked, accidentally shot a starbolt burning the bully, etc…
2: how did mar’i develop her powers?
3: what type of crime does the duo face on most days? I can see thieves & gangs of bullies being the main bad guys.
4: how often does the duo fight crimes? Everyday, once or twice a week?
5: what’s their phone Lock Screen & Home Screen background?
6: I know gross out humor ain’t their thing but does the duo use their butt as a weapon? like a flying hip attack, like kitana from mortal kombat or R. Mika from street fighter five. For humor: I can see either of the duo, most likely Jake, squatting over a goons face & striking two piece signs while making a silly face while Chris takes a picture XD
1) Based on this post by the ever excellent @/dar draws, Jake accidentally fired a starbolt at that bully, sending flying into a wall. Thankfully said bully at most some bruises and his shirt burnt off but not so thankfully Jake was distraught as he had no experience in doing that but moreso out of rightful fear of legit hurting someone with his powers kicking in so suddenly. The bully was the one suspended for invoking the situation in the first place while Jake had a lengthy conversation with his parents and sister afterwards over what they can do about this turn of events. Jake had to take at least two days off school before coming back with some light power dampers at his insistence so he can blend in better.
2) Mar’i in contrast to her brother develops her powers pretty much at birth due to her Tamaranean DNA being stronger than her human half. Upon a mere few minutes after first coming outside Kory’s womb, Mar’i was so joyful upon first ever seeing her parents, she began lightly floating in the air before Kory gently had her back in her arms. From there over the course of next two years, more of her powers began flowing in. For instance, Mar’i fired her first starbolt at two months, exhibited super strength at four months, and began to have some enhanced senses of smell and taste by the time she’s one year old. By the time Jake was born, Mar’i pretty much developed the near full power set
3) Chris and Jake, when not facing against legit supervillains, full blown alien invasions or psychopathic rouges including Zsasz, often find themselves taking down more petty criminals and gangsters within both Bludhaven and the slums of Metropolis. They also contend with corrupt business owners, predatory loan sharks, and even guiding drivers to safely traverse insufficient and dangerous roads until said roads are cleared for much needed renovations. Most interestingly, a lot of their patrols and capers take place within the neighborhoods and boroughs of both cities which have notable alien and other dimensional sentient populations, for instance ‘Little Tamaran’ back at Bludhaven.
4) Usually about four days out of the week during school quarters and just about six out of seven days of the week during summer vacation, spring break and winter vacation. On the days when they don’t patrol, it’s spent either catching on catching to whatever homework they would’ve missed before or likely spending time with their respective families.
5) Chris
- Lock Screen: A Superman Logo
- Home Screen: A Family Picture fearing Martha, Pa, Clark, Lois, Kara, Conner, Jon and himself during the Smallville County Fair when he was nine years old.
Jake
- Lock Screen: A Classic Flying Graysons Poster, much like one of the few hanging on the walls back home
- Home Screen: A Selfie of Chris and Himself during a break on patrol together
6) Okay now that seems a lot more plausible for the two of them to such poses for photos during particularly easier nights on patrols or even more commonly after taking down a rampaging big monster. You can expect that happening to Cinderblock quite a often after he’s taken down. The fact he sees that very often when looking up his files only furthers his drive to challenge the Duo
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Hmmm…..I say for the first part (of Question #6), maybe they do those moves if they feel especially energetic and excited during a supervillain battle @gothicghost2000
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Misc Rewrite Character Fun Facts Part 1
1. Blackstar and his littermates are younger in this rewrite, having finished growing up under Brokenstar’s deputyship. This makes Blackstar’s susceptibility to being influenced by strong figures and being a Tigerstar Apologist make more sense (at least to me) because he has literally never known any better.
2. Onestar was named Onekit by his mother because she struggled a lot while conceiving, and he was her only kit who was successfully born. So she named him that as a form of celebration.
3. Similar to his prefix’s animal namesake, Pigeonflight isn't a particularly clever cat
4. Darkstripe and Graystripe have the same sire despite being from different litters and their mother Willowmoon not having a confirmed mate for the time she was pregnant. No one but Willowmoon knows who they are, but the one thing that is for relative certain is they were a kittypet
5. Magpiefur always was a bit cantankerous, but after his mate Featherfoot died, he became reclusive and hostile towards everyone except for his daughter Ashfoot.
6. Heronflight’s paralysis was caused by an adder bite they received while scouting Sunningrocks.
7. Ashfoot got her suffix for her deceased mother Featherfoot, as that suffix was common among Featherfoot’s family.
8. Cedarpelt and his brother Marshcloud never had any idea that they were half-clan, believing like the rest of the Clan that they were the kits of their mother and a loner (though it was a miracle that no one realized… Marsh and Cedar aren't RiverClan names).
9. Tangleburr was one of Brokenstar’s biggest supporters despite having bullied him severely as a kit, to the point of enthusiastically killing her own mother Lizardstripe alongside him on his orders.
10. Deerfoot feels like Brokenstar’s psychopathic personality is his and Tangleburr’s fault since they bullied him so badly in the past. He viewed the suffering Brokenstar caused to be his and ShadowClan’s rightful punishment for their actions and thus did nothing to try to help his clanmates during that time.
11. Blizzardwing was born almost completely black with only a little white but he developed vitiligo and is now entirely white. He began getting flecks of white in his pelt around apprentice age, which is when he was renamed to Blizzardpaw because the flecks looked like snowflakes in his fur
12. Similarly to his mate Lizardstripe, Mudfoot didn't want kits. He begrudgingly took to raising their kits after she refused to interact with them once they became apprentices. He cared for Brokentail the least, seeing him as not being his responsibility or even as his son at all.
13. Flintfang was so distraught by his nephew and apprentice Badgerpaw’s tragic death that he refused to ever take another apprentice again, even after Brokenstar was removed from power.
14. “Clawface” is just a nickname granted to Duskface by cats from other Clans (and even in his own) for his horrifically scared appearance as a result of fighting many battles.
15. Mosspaw was Fritillarycloud’s apprentice who she was extremely close to, almost to the point of being his mother. 
16. Cloudyspots’ constant cold-like symptoms are a combination of bad seasonal allergies and a very weak immune system
17. Brokenstar actually wanted to be a Medicine Cat when he was a kit
18. While Bouldercrush was forced to take a Warrior Name when he joined ShadowClan, he still predominantly goes by his old Coven name Boulder and most cats (even in the Clans) just call him that anyway.
19. While she was assigned to be Tawnypaw’s mentor, Willowmoon wasn't very kind to her, unable to see her as anything other than the near-lookalike kit of the cat that manipulated her eldest son to nearly kill her daughter and destroyed her family. She regrets this in the future but she dies before she can apologize to Tawnystar. 
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tinyboxxtink · 2 years
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"Spring Break 86" *Chapter 17*
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Chapter 16
Chapter 18
Funny story:
This was supposed to go up two days ago, but adult life happened and I couldn't do it Saturday, and I worked all day today.
But it's here!
I heard ya'll, you do NOT Like Y/N being a villain!
Also-- IDK if anyone know who "Evil Lady" is, but it's how I picture Y/N In "Villain Era"
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“Y/N, What are you doing?!” Dustin yelled angrily. 
Lucas trying to reach Max, who was writhing and howling in pain from her two broken limbs. One of which you had just caused. 
“Oh wah wah wah,” you rolled your eyes. “Zoomer’s hurt and her little bard is distraught. You’re fucking KIDS,” 
“Y/N!” 
“You don’t know what love is, do you get that? Stupid idiotic god damn teenagers thinking they know what love is when clearly they don’t--”
“Yeah, you’re tellin’ me,” Eddie speaks up, making you look at him in shock. 
“....Yeah, i guess so,”
“Dude what are you doing?!” Steve yelled down to him. “Don’t piss her off more!”
“Ah, Harrington,” Vecna chuckled, looking up at him. “Quite the delicious morsel you are,” 
“Sorry, I don’t go for psychopathic freaks,”
“Yes I know,” he looks at you. “That’s Y/N’s department,” 
“Hey!” Both you and Eddie yell in offense, then look at each other. For half a second you both want to run to each other, forget all of this and just make up. But as fleeting as the emotion was, soon it was gone. 
“He means meal wise, Harrington,” You spit, knowing what Vecna’s thinking at all times now. It was like you were both in each other’s heads now, a mind meld made in hell. 
“What?”
“Mmmmm yes, all that guilt,” 
W-What?
“Oh don’t even pretend to act surprised, Steven,” you rolled your eyes. “So many years of being such a DICK to people, especially women,”
Steve looks down in shame, knowing exactly what you’re talking about.
“Hey! Steve!” Nancy reaches for him. “Don’t let her get in your head, okay? You’re not that guy anymore,” 
“Oh right, Nancy Drew here would stick up for him, wouldn’t she?” you laughed. “Before you do that though dear you should know you weren’t the first girl he de-folowered,” 
“....What?”
“Oh come on Nance,” you chuckled. “You didn’t think you were special, did you?” 
Nancy looks at Steve who has an incredibly guilty look on his face. 
“I bet you thought he was a virgin too, didn’t you?” you smirked. 
“Well, no, but--” Nancy starts in a small voice, but stops and glares at you. “No, I’m not letting you get inside my head like that, you bitch,”
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH,” Vecna drags out the word in a singsong voice. “Little Nancy Wheeler, quite the potty mouth on you now, hmm? Who knew?” 
“Shut up,” Nancy growls.
“Let’s talk about your guilt then, shall we?” 
“Oh come on papa,” you roll your eyes. “The Barb thing has been done to death,” 
“Oh, but it’s deeper than that, Y/N,” He smirks, looking at a nervous Nancy. 
“Oh?” you raised a curious eyebrow while glancing at her. 
“It’s really the shame of that fact that….you don’t feel guilty about Barb at all, do you Nancy?” 
“W-What?” Nancy shakes her head. “Of COURSE I do!” 
“Mmmm, I don’t think so, no,” Vecna chuckles. “I think you think it’s unfair that Barb had to go and get herself killed on the best night of your life,” 
“OOOOOHHHH,” You mimic his voice. “Interesting,”
“No!” She waves her hands frantically. “I don’t feel like that….anymore,” 
“Anymore,” you rolls your eyes with a small evil chuckle. 
“Hey!” Leave her alone!” Robin yells. 
“Ohhh yes,” your evil grin widens as you look at Robin. “Robin Buckley, resident lesbian of the Scooby gang,”
Everyone minus Steve and Eddie gasp; Robin’s mouth falls open. 
“You said--” She says softly, tears in her eyes. “You said that was safe with you,”
“Yeah well I said a lot of things, didn’t I?” You scoff. “Like how you’re gonna find someone someday? Lie. I was just trying to be nice. 
You’re never going to find someone, Robin. Y’know why? Because you’re ashamed. You think it’s some dirty secret, you have to hide.! How do you expect anyone to love you if you don’t love yourself, hmm?”
“HEY,” Steve barked at you. “That’s enough, Y/N,” 
“Actually I think it was going quite well,” Vecna smirked. “I can feel the shame and guilt oozing out of all three of you now. But why stop there?” 
He turns his gaze to Max and Lucas. 
“Come on man,” Lucas whines. “She’s already in enough pain,” 
“Yeah, that is true, papa,” 
“Oh now you feel remorse, Y/N?” He gave you a look. “I do believe you were the one who just snapped her arm in two,” 
“Well, yeah but--” You wavered. Vecna could see the flicker of guilt in your eyes, he had to stop this. 
“Well maybe we move on to Munson, hmm?” 
“What?” You turn to Eddie, who has an equally horrified look on his face.
“No,” you shook your head. “No you said--”
“I said he could live, Y/N,” He crosses his arms. “I didn’t say he wouldn’t get tortured,” 
“T-Tortured?”  you whimpered.
“Oh, I misspoke,” Vecna steps towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders from behind you. 
“All i meant was he should pay for what he put you through, don’t you think?”
“The pain i put HER through?!” Eddie scoffs with a laugh, flicking something in you to the ON position. 
“See?” Vecna catches this flash of anger, nurturing it quickly. “He doesn’t care what he did to you, he only expects you to feel guilty for what he thinks you did,” 
“What--No!” Eddie suddenly realizes whats happening. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth. 
“He doesn’t care how he broke your heart that day, that day you wanted to proclaim your love to him,” 
“Stop…” 
“You were going to give up EVERYTHING for him. He was your entire world, didn’t you say that?” 
“W-What?”
“Tell him, Y/N,” Vecna says softly in your ear. “Tell him what you told Nancy,” 
As if being a machine turned on, your eyes went glassy and you repeated the monologue you had given Nancy like reciting lines in a play.
“Eddie was the same as my mother, it seemed like. You know, he went to high school a whole year before me. I was alone in that junior high for a whole year. And he had– He had been my entire world,” 
“Oh God…” Eddie whispered, not wanting to hear this. Not wanting to drudge up the guilt he had for giving her up. 
“So I had no choice but to…’adapt. I started getting good grades, I started joining clubs, I thought that by the time I met up with Eddie he’d be the same and we'd be together again but– By the time I was a freshman he just wasn’t…Eddie, anymore,” 
“No…” he shook his head, not wanting to hear it, seeing tears drip down your stoic face. 
“He had made friends with all of these stoners, who only wanted to get high and play D&D. That’s it. No ambition, no dreams. Just weed and RPG’s. And it scared the shit out of me! He was just like my mother, like– everyone else, telling me the world doesn’t give a shit about you, so why should you give a shit about it?”
Tears started streaming down your face, even though you were still in a trance-like state. It was very disconcerting to watch.
“And then, it made me try harder,” you became angry. “Now I had two people to convince: my mother, and Eddie. My mother might have been a lost cause, but I thought-- I don’t know if I– got to some point high enough, then maybe he’d– he’d…get his shit together,”
“No,” he shook his head harder, getting angry. He wasn’t sure whether it was at himself, you or Vecna, but he was fuming.  
“No, that is NOT what it was supposed to do, Y/N. The whole point of ‘giving you up’ was so that you WOULDN’T have to…’take care’, of me. Why don’t you get that?!”
“But apparently, all I did was shove him deeper and deeper into the belief that he was no good, and never would be. And now he’s just given up completely!”
“THAT’S NOT YOUR FAULT, Y/N!!” He ran over and tried shaking your shoulders to ‘wake you’, but you continued your robotic speech. 
“So maybe…I don’t know, maybe my mom’s right,” You finally finished, Vecna conveniently leaving out the part where you were worried about being killed by him. 
Your eyes slowly returned to normal, looking Eddie in the eyes. His face was relieved, glad you were you again.
Or so he thought. 
It was like something in you had been awaken from that trance, like you had been shoved down and the angry, bitter you emerged to the surface.
“You,” you shoved him off. “You did this,” 
“W-What?” His face went from ecstatic to terrified once again. “NO! Princess I--”
“NO!!!!!” You bellowed, your voice emitting some sort of shock wave. It passed through Eddie like lightning, knocking him to the ground. 
“You pushed me away,” angry tears started to form as you advanced towards him. “You, you became so fucking self indulgent and self involved with your stupid ass games and your weed. That’s ALL you cared about!”
“Th-That’s not true,” he whimpered, trying to get back up. “You know that’s not true--”
“I had to go through my best friend-- my entire world, just shoving me away like I was garbage, and it wasn’t even my fault!!!”
“I know, Princess,” He crawled towards you, tears dripping down his face. “I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t think--”
“Yeah that’s your problem, Munson,” you growled. “You don’t fucking think about anyone else but yourself,”
“That’s bullshit!” Eddie yelled angrily. “Y/N I have tried dying on you, MULTIPLE times. For YOU. Shit, I just ACTUALLY died!”
“I DIDN’T ASK YOU TOO!!!!” You screamed back. “You-- you left me, AGAIN. You DIED. You-- you took yourself from me, and once again I didn’t do anything to deserve that!” 
“How are you turning my act of love into some--- nefarious thing, Y/N”
“Big word for a three time senior,” You smirked. 
“Bitch,” Eddie blurted out. He hadn’t mean to be so harsh, but he was pissed already and you knew how to bring out the worst in him.
“Oooooooh!!!!!” Vecna laughed evilly. “Now the big man’s showing his true colors, isn’t he-- Princess?” 
“DON’T,” Eddie clenched his fists. “Don’t you fucking call her that. That is not your name for her,” 
“And it’s not yours either,” You spoke up. 
“W-What?” He gasped softly. “No, Princess come on--”
“DON’T fucking call me that,” you growled, getting up in his face while he was still on his knees. “You will never call me that again, do you fucking understand me?”
“NO, I don’t,” he pulled himself to his feet, grabbing your shoulders. “You are my Princess, Y/N. You always have been. Please, hear me. I know the real you is in there somewhere, and I know she knows how much I love her. How much I’ve always loved her,”
He moves both hands to your face. 
“Please, baby,” he begs you, his voice trembling. “Please fight this. I can’t lose you, not again,” 
“Not again,” You roll your eyes with a sad laugh, looking to the sky. “Not again?! WHO’S FAULT IS THAT?!”
“M-Mine, but--”
“I loved you, Eddie. Do you get that? I loved you so completely and with my entire being. But i was terrified to say anything because at least having you as a friend I could…’keep’ you,”
“Y/N…”
“Do you know how much courage it took for me to go to your house that day? Do you know how fucking long I stood in your driveway, just talking to myself? Trying to convince myself that if I laid it all out on the table, that it would-- somehow, bring you back to me?”
“Baby, I’m--”
“And then you YELLED AT ME!” You start to cry again. “You yelled at me, and made me feel like I did something wrong for loving you!!!!”
“I know,” he tightened the hands around your face, still crying himself. “I know, and I will never forgive myself for that, okay? But it’s over, it doesn't matter--”
“DOESN’T MATTER?!” You screamed, shoving him off of you. 
All of a sudden, your eyes glossed over once again. But this time, they were black. All black, like you had completely been lost and the demon had taken over.
“Oh now I do want you to suffer, Munson,” 
“Wha--- Aw shit no--” Eddie groans.
You held out one of your hands and started to clench it, causing Eddie’s throat to tighten. 
“No--” Eddie whimpered, his hands immediately going to his neck, as if he could pry your invisible grip on him.
“Y/N!!!!!” Dustin yelled. “Y/N DON’T DO THIS!!!!!!!”
“Oh right,” You turned to face him. “The annoying little brother,” 
“What?” Dustin gasped in horror. “No! Eddie and I are the only reason you’re like this, Y/N! Remember that?” 
“How could I forget, Dusty Buns?” You chuckled evilly. “You two have caused me the most suffering,” 
“Whatt-- NO!” Steve yelled from up above. “No! Leave Dustin alone! He hasn’t done anything wrong, Y/N!”
“ACTUALLY Harrington,” you turn to him. “You’re proving my point right now,”
“What?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.
“You HAVE an older sibling, Dustin!!!” You stepped towards him. “Or did you forget that? You’re---you had the audacity to replace me with Steve “The Hair” Harrington? REALLY?!”
“I wasn’t trying to replace you, Y/N!” Dustin yelled. “But-- you were GONE. You’ve BEEN gone, even when you were here!” 
“Oh now you try and guilt trip me, huh little brother?” you scoff.
“I’m not-- I’m not trying to guilt trip you, I’m just trying to get you to understand---”
“Understand WHAT, Dustin?!” You cut him off angrily. “Understand that you went through hell and back again, and you chose Steve The--”
“Can we not use the nickname, please?” Steve asked. 
“...Harrington,” you growled. “You chose HIM to go to battle with? And then THIS loser?!” You gestured to Eddie who was still in your light choke hold. 
“YOU WEREN’T AROUND!”
“I WOULD HAVE BEEN, DUSTIN!!!!!!” you screeched. 
“Do you really think that if-- if you had said something after Will ‘supposedly’ died, that I wouldn’t have been there for you? 
“I mean, maybe--” 
“You didn’t trust me enough to let me! Your own FUCKING sister!!!!” Your decibels didn’t lower. 
“I didn’t bring him into it, Nancy did!” Dustin gestured to Nancy. 
“Y-You just…you closed off, and I let you. And then to come find out you not only opened up to this douchebag, but now you fucking WORSHIP him?!” you growled.
“I do not--” Dustin started to deny it.
“Ohhhhhhh do not even,” You wagged a finger. “Do not even try and bullshit me Dustin. I see how you look and act around him, like he’s a fucking superhero. He’s NOT, by the way. He’s a narcissistic, shallow, selfish ASSHOLE--”
“HE IS NOT!!!!!!!” Dustin was now screaming over you.
“See?” You laugh bitterly. “You run to his fucking defense. But you don’t know him like I do, do you?”
“You don’t know him like I do, Y/N!” Dustin yelled. “He’s changed!” 
“Oh I’m sure,” you rolled your eyes.
Suddenly, Vecna reacts to something, as if he’s being summoned. You feel it too, but you can’t make out what it is. Vecna however, seems to recognize it immediately.
“Hmm, seems we have a visitor, Maxine,” he chuckles. “Come, don’t want to keep her waiting,”
He snaps his fingers and Max goes into her trance like state, before he turns to you.
“I can count on you to finish these peons off, right my pet?”
“Yes, papa,” You nodded sweetly.
“Good,” he snaps his fingers and he and Max disappear. As soon as they’re gone, the remaining four drop to the floor of the trailer, and Eddie’s choke hold is released. 
Eddie immediately takes the opportunity to grab you by the shoulders, looking into the deep black holes where your eyes should be. 
“Jesus fuck…” he mutters, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N? Baby? Can you hear me?” 
You shove him off with superhuman strength, then clench your fists. As you do, everyone in the trailer begins to choke. 
“I’ve had it with all of you….” You growl, looking straight ahead into nothingness. 
“NONE of you deserve happiness. NONE of you deserve to live,” You’re about to crush everyone’s windpipes with a flick of your wrist when you hear a small voice next to you.
“...I can’t fight this…feeling, any…longer,” Eddie chokes, trying desperately for you to hear him. 
Your head turns, the black in your eyes has blinded your vision.
“Don’t…” you growled, hearing the others struggling to breathe.
“And yet I’m still afraid…to let it show,” He sings louder. 
“STOP,” You growl harder, stepping towards where the voice is coming from. 
“What started out-- as-- friendship--” He chokes, your grip on everyone’s throat tightens as you rage inside. 
You can feel the true you fighting back, your eyes flash to normal, to black, to normal, to black. 
“Has grown stronger--” your voice comes out softly, almost against your will. Like the true you was breaking through. 
“I only wish I had the strength to let it show,” 
“Baby come on--” Eddie grunts. “Fight it, fight for us,” 
“And…I can’t…” You hold your head, your eyes flashing back and forth more rapidly. 
“I can’t…Eddie,” You whimpered. 
“You can, Y/N,” He could feel the grip on his neck loosening.  
He continued to sing to you: “And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,”
“You’re a--” You grunted, your knees started to shake. 
“Candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” He sang back, reaching for you but you kept him far enough away from you he was having difficulty. 
“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” he hopped forward, finally grabbing one of your arms. 
Your eyes flicker to normal as Eddie pulls you into him, his choke hold being released. He sings the last line to you, and only the real you.
“And I can’t--” 
You put a hand to his lips, wanting to sing to him back as yourself, but you felt super weak.
“...Fight this feeling anymore, You slur, as you fall to the ground unconscious. Once you do, everyone else is released from their choke hold. 
“Y/N?” Eddie grabs you and sits down on the floor with your head in his lap. “Y/N? Baby?” 
No response.
“Baby, come on don’t do this. Not now,” he whimpers, stroking your blank face.
“Come back to me,” he whispers. 
The rest of the group is recovering, all talking to each other, checking on one another. Dustin quickly runs over to Eddie holding you. 
“Eddie,” he starts to cry. “Is she…?” 
“I don’t know…” Eddie started to cry himself, looking at him.
Suddenly, you began to stir in his arms.  
“Baby?” Eddie shook you softly as your eyes started to flutter open.
“Eddie…?” You looked up at him, tears coming to your eyes immediately as you started to remember what happened. 
“Y/N!” Dustin exclaimed happily, hugging you as you sit up. You hug him back softly, still holding Eddie’s hand. 
“I’m--I’m so sorry,” You whisper to the two of them, before looking at the rest of them. “I’m sorry to all of you,” 
“It’s okay baby,”  He pulled you close. “It wasn’t you,” 
“It was, though,” you bit your lip looking up at him. “I mean…it was stuff I thought,” 
“...Really?” Dustin asks in a hushed voice.
“REALLY?” Steve stomps over. “So you really think that shit about Robin?
“No!” You shook your head, giving Robin an apologetic look. “Not…really,” 
“WOW,” Robin scoffs. “Wow,” 
“Oh come on Robin, you know what i meant,” you tried to defend yourself.
“Do I?!” She yelled angrily. “I know you just fucking outed me!” 
“Oh to who, Max and Lucas?” You roll your eyes.
“Y/N!” Eddie hits you.
“I’m sorry,”  you apologize to her.
“See, she’s still under his spell,” Nancy gestures towards you.
“No she’s--” Eddie stops. “Are you?” 
“What?” your eyebrows furrowed.
“Still connected to Vecna,”’ Eddie said.
“I….” You closed your eyes. You could see Vecna, standing in a gym decorated for a dance. A banner read “SNOW BALL”.
“Yes,”  you nodded, eyes still closed.
“...Do you still have his power?” Nancy asked.
You looked over and clenched your fist at Steve. He started to gag, and you released quickly.
“Yup,” you shrugged.
“Jesus,” Steve muttered. “Thanks a lot,” 
“Sorry,” you blushed.
“So-- theoretically, you can kill him,” Nancy pointed out.
“WHAT?” Eddie gasped.
“I mean, help eleven at least,” Robin added.
“Nah nah nah nah,” Eddie waved his hands. “They’re psychically linked. What if when Vecna dies, she dies,”
“We don’t know that will happen,” Nancy speaks up.
“Yeah, you would--” You stop yourself, you know it’s not yourself.  
“See?!” She’s having none of it. “We don’t know if or when Vecna could just-- take full control of her and kill us all!”
“But what if she can help amp El’s powers? I mean, Vecna/Henry/One is a number, so they should have similar powers, right?”
“No,” Eddie stands in front of you. “No more using the girlfriend, do you hear me?”
“You better tell Vecna that,” Eddie scoffed.
“Baby they’re right,” you put your hands on his face. 
“The fuck they are!!” Eddie yelled.
“Look Eddie,” You made him look at you. “I just almost killed everyone in this room, i think I need to do damage control.”
“But that wasn’t--” he starts.
“Doesn’t matter,” you stopped him.
“If I can help kill this asshole, he won’t bother ANY Of us again. And I’ll be free,” you rubbed his cheek with your thumb.
“Don’t you want that?”
“...Yes,” He put his hands over yours still on his face.
“Alright let’s do it,” You nod at the rest of them, who nod in agreement.
This would be totally easy…right?
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Who is Big Mouse?- My theories:
I have a couple of people I’m suspicious of, and so I’m gonna name them and explain why they could be the big BM. Also I will warn you I will spell the names wrong cause I’m typing this quickly so bear with me.
1. Changho himself.
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Obviously, the show is trying to portray the whole “innocent quirky framed dude” angle. So it is very likely that he ends up ACTUALLY being Big Mouse in a massive plot twist. Either he led a double life, but a more interesting one would be him having some personality disorder where he has two personalities so he doesn’t remember the other one (kinda like the kdrama Mouse). That would explain why he turns on and off his emotions constantly and why he lowkey has psychopathic tendencies. I read somewhere he even may have a twin somewhere (although I dont think this twin theory is likely). So the show can definitely pull a “haha it was him all along you’ve been duped”. At the same time though, the show has been TOO obvious that he’s not Big Mouse. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually wasn’t either, cause that makes sense too. A story about how he had to toughen up and rise up the ranks and be more powerful and dangerous than BM himself. They could take it there too.
2. Obvious option: Jerry.
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Now, Jerry being BM can be pretty obvious cause of the actor playing him. He’s basically type casted into this “quirky and cute but psychopathic” role, and that’s basically most of his roles in the Kdrama’s he’s been apart of. So the second I saw him, I was like “yupppp quirky psychopath dude is here”! So, based on that alone, it can DEFINITELY be him. The cute innocent sidekick who was the main guy all along. Think about it, he’s in jail too. He Sees everything and reacts to everything. So he knows who to get rid of and who to control and how to do it. It’s also a pretty famous trope in Kdrama’s, so I wouldn’t be surprised one bit if it’s him. Which is the issue. It’s kinda too obvious. And it’s not necessarily all because the plot makes it obvious, but because of the actor playing him and the trope he’s been constantly stuck with. Needless to say, it can definitely be him and it’s pretty likely.
3. I’m gonna go on a MASSIVE limb here and suggest a WILD theory: what if BM is not a man but a woman. And not the mayor’s wife cause she’s too obvious. I mean she just “looks evil”, so I don’t think it’s her. What if its… Miho?
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Changho’s wife! Yes, you read that right, I mean Yoona herself. I mean, think about it. She was always there. Always suspiciously had money to give to him for his career and studying. Not to mention, Someone is constantly keeping Changho alive in prison. Someone Has his back. What if it’s his wife, aka Big Mouse herself? What if this entire “innocent distraught wife” situation is a red herring. What if that’s her act. What if she KNOWS what’s happening and what she’s doing, and so she is trying to save BOTH of their asses? She’s trying to prove that Changho is framed and is not BM, and therefore having him walk away safe and sound also while no one suspects HER. She walks away as the distraught innocent wife of a framed lawyer. And no one will know a thing. Now, yes, it’s a bit out there I admit. But they can definitely take it there. Cause like, we know NOTHING about her outside of her love for Changho. Like legit nothing. She’s hella suspicious if you ask me.
4. Some random person we haven’t seen yet cause they can do that too. 🤣 But to be honest, at this point it can be ANYONE. I think after this weeks episodes (5&6) things may become a bit more clear.
So these are my theories. I actually LOVE this show and highly recommend it to anyone who likes the thriller/action genre. It’s a 10/10.
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whumpypepsigal · 3 years
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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE OBX GIFS! ESPECIALLY THE RAFE ONES. Hahaha glad I’m not the one who loves Rafe and wants a redemption arc for his character. I so hope we get one in season 3 because he deserves it. Ward really really messed up our boy’s mental health. I LOVE HIM AND DREW STARKEY IS SUCH A PHENOMENAL ACTOR…HE ACTED HIS HEART OUT AS RAFE. Plus he is hot AF *wink*
you’re most welcome 😩🥰🥰. always makes me happy when you all enjoy whatever i post.
YES, RAFE DESERVES A REDEMPTION ARC. I REPEAT. RAFE DESERVES A REDEMPTION ARC. our boy is mentally unstable and he needs to get away from his awful father. like what other “villain” sheds a tear while trying to kill someone. FFS. THATS INCREDIBLE ACTING. LOOK. AT. HIM
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damn, drew really put his heart out and acted the hell out as rafe. he deserves several awards. and the fact drew is such a wholesome af sweetheart in real life is just *MY HEART*. love rafe and love drew lol.
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depravitymoon · 2 years
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Yandere! Sugar Daddy! La Squadra HCs
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Author's Note: This is about Yandere La Squadra using Sugar Daddy antics to get a darling. I'm worried this is just rambling. Sorry that the parts aren't equal. Kind of a sequel to this.
Warning: Mention of noncon, kidnapping, filming without consent, and threats. Melone's has breeding kink, obviously.
Melone
Melone's a Sugar Daddy Yandere type, so bargaining to keep you near was always the plan. Though he's more of a psychopathic sadist, he has a sweet spot for you, so he wants to be 'nicer'. First, Melone has to take time for a deep analysis of you. Second, he has to see if you like kids. Third, he has to know if you'd love kids he's forced you to have. Hating him is fine, but his offspring deserves a good mother. Fourth, he has to analyze compatibility. If everything is good, then he moves on to phase 2. He pretends to be a polite young man that's a bit eccentric and completely non-threatening. He gains your trust to see what he can help you with. Money is typically the answer. Hopefully, it's not career-related because he wants you as a stay-at-home mom for at least 5 years. In the best-case scenario, he finds out that you're lonely, have baby fever, and are insecure no one will be with you. He gives you so much emotional and financial support that you can't remember how you made it through life without him. Phase 3: After he gains your trust, he convinces you to take vitamins, eat better, go to the OBGYN more often, and (without your knowledge) take some potent aphrodisiacs. Obviously, phase 4 is Melone fucking you while you're under the influence of the drugs. You'd be too horny to notice the lack of condoms. If you use birth control pills, he will replace them with placebos.
With Melone knowing your cycle, you should be pregnant within a couple of months. Now, there's a possibility he gets away with it, and you never figure out how nefarious he was. However, for the sake of this HC, let's say you did find out. You're distraught and betrayed. Melone caresses you, 'comforting you,' and he explains how everything will be alright. You know how good he's been to you, so why doubt him now?! He'll be a wonderful father to your baby, and he'll always keep you spoiled. Eventually, he invokes Stockholm syndrome in you, and you become the sweet little wife he always wanted.
Prosciutto
Prosciutto has more of a sadistic motive. Perhaps you caught his eye while he was carrying out a hit on someone you knew. After observing you for some time, and deciding that you're a perfect housewife, he makes his move. He confesses to killing your associate but lies about you being on the Hit List. He gives you a way out. Marry him, and you'll be untouchable. Considering that Prosciutto proves he's a hitman, and that he's responsible for the recent murder, you agree with his terms. Your typical day consists of cooking, cleaning, and running simple errands (typically with Pesci). He keeps you on a tight schedule to ensure you're not being lazy or escaping. Is sex part of your duties? YES! It's just not daily. It's whenever the urge comes to Prosciutto, which is once a week on average. He's not a selfish lover. He pleasures you unless you piss him off. When you're a perfect darling, he gives you fantastic treats. Just make sure you say, "Thank you, Daddy."
Risotto
Risotto has a more protective motive. He traps by being a provider, either by providing money or protection. You're so tiny and helpless compared to him; it's adorable. By the time you realize Risotto's a lock sick psycho, it's too late. What are you going to do? Are you gonna fight him off? Ha! With his stature and stand, he dominates you easily. Even if you believe he'll break off your agreement, what then? There's a reason you begged him for help. Without him, you're either destitute or killed by your enemies. A typical day with Risotto is..... bizarre. One day, he's socially awkward, and the next day, he's humiliating you. Usually, he has you sitting in his room all day, and you have to be brave enough to ask for things to not be bored. The biggest downside of Risotto is that his lust is insatiable. Every other day, he has your legs spread. He'd force you to touch yourself and beg for his cock. Risotto loves seeing you struggle to take in his massive length into your small body. He'd leave the door wide open for his subordinates to hear. Ghiaccio and Pesci really wish he'd close that door.
Formaggio
You fucked up if you're in a situation where you're at Formaggio's mercy. He definitely uses blackmail to keep you around. Most likely, you were a target for a hit. Cheeseboy begged Ris and Pros to spare you. As long as you're not a threat, they allow it. Formaggio got your compliance quick by making you realize your life's on the line. He likes to shrink you, call you Tinkerbell, and force you to play dolls. You bet your ass he's getting Illuso and Melone involved in your humiliation. They're going to orchestrate scenarios where you're gangbanged by Ken dolls while they're filming it. (Inspiration) If you're well-behaved and play along with his sick fantasies, he'll show you mercy.
Illuso
Illuso's not wasting time. Pigtail man's too egoistic to bother with a Sugar relationship. He'll never see you as an equal. If he does entertain such a situation, it'll be similar to Forma and Pros, where he threatens to kill you if you don't accept captivity. Don't worry! You won't be stuck in the mirror world all day. You just have to work for your small freedoms. You'll help him carry out hits! Either you commit the murder, become a decoy, or create a distraction. He would have you gather info too, but most likely, he's better at it than you. He sees you as a plaything. When he's not forcing you to help with his job, he's forcing you on your knees pleasuring him. If you've been a good pet, he'll consider pleasuring you. Honestly, he's thought about selling pictures or videos of you on the dark web for money and to show that he has the best fucktoy a guy can have.
Pesci
Please give Pesci some love! He was never taught how to love! He hopes showering you with gifts will convince you to stay! He'll provide you with everything your heart desires. Just please love him back! He gives you the best presents because he stalks you in his free time. He also "borrows" your diary or phone to figure out your current situation and how to help you. Pesci's method is highly effective, and he makes everyone in La Squadra jealous. They struggle to get a darling while Pesci gets you with ease?! Pesci suggests the others treat their crush better, but they scoff and tell Pesci to shut up.
Ghiaccio
Ghiaccio wants to prove he can provide for you AND shower you with gifts. You don't need other people! You just need him, and he needs you! Ghiaccio's love language is venting. Either he nitpicks your flaws or vents about your superiority to everyone else. "You're so much better than them! They don't fucking deserve you!" He's your worse critic and your biggest cheerleader. He wants to spoil you, hoping it'll make being kidnapped less traumatizing. He typically wants to indulge in your hobbies, like a good boyfriend should. He's TRYING to sound less of a judgmental ass about your hobbies! It's hard! Like Pesci, he has no desire to force himself on you.
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Anniversary (18+)
Kenma x Male!Reader
A/N: Turns out that hiatus isn't permanent, so I'm back with my really shitty writing! I'll start taking requests again too (but I'm going to be slow at doing them and I probably won't get to all of them lol) <3
(CW/TW: Top!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sadist!Reader, Kidnapper!Reader, The reader is literally evil personified ;P, Kidnapping, Spit, RAPE/NONCON, FORCED FEMINIZATION [Kenma gets referred to as princess and his asshole is referred to as a cunt, needless to say... he doesn't like it], Blood [it's a nosebleed], hitting, crying, a lot of bad things??? disassociation??? this is... yeah... I tried...)
“I don’t want to hurt you.” That’s what you say, but Kenma can still feel the dull ache in his nose. “You’re too beautiful to hurt, you know?” You coo, lifting his chin with your index, forcing his eyes to meet yours. They’re puffy, red, and filled with hate. You smile and Kenmas stomach is in knots. His mind is telling him to run, but there’s nowhere to go, is there?
Trying to run is the reason blood is flowing so freely from his nose, down his chin, and on to the white dress you forced him into this morning. The bow around the dress— it’s pulled too tight. He’s undone the knot three times today, but every time you come and pull it back around his waist somehow tighter than the last time every...single...fucking...time.
Tears start to well up in his eyes again and when the first one starts to fall you let him drop his head. He’ll be past all this crying soon, he just has to get used to it or you’ll beat it out of him; whichever comes first.
He curls into himself, smearing blood and tears all into the skirt of the dress that surrounds him.
Beautiful, you think.
“I hate you.” It’s small, it’s quiet, it’s weak, it’s not worthy of a response— not yet— at least. You ignore it. You’ll let him have that one.
You're merciful enough to let him cry  on the floor between your legs as you flip through channels on the couch. You’re looking for something specific, something that will really help commemorate this as your one month anniversary.
Needless to say, you find it, right on time.
He lifts up suddenly, as if controlled by strings like a puppet, wiping tears from his eyes and turning to face the tv. He hears her voice and tears won't stop falling. They can’t stop falling when he sees his distraught mother on television crying about her son who’s been missing for a month. They can’t stop falling when he sees all his fans with candles holding prayer circles and praying for his safe return. They can’t stop falling when he sees his old friend, Kuroo, holding his shattered mother in a tight hug.
None of the words from the news broadcast register. He just sees people crying and holding each other. He sees candles lit for him. He sees flyers of his missing face being handed out. Then it’s over as quickly as it started, with the reporter coming back into frame and passing it off to one of her coworkers.
He turns to you with a new type of rage boiling inside of him and surfacing on his face. He’s up on his knees, perfectly manicured hands grasping at the fabric covering your thighs, brows furrowed, and finally looking you in the eye of his own volition. It’s the first time in a while it looks like he’s really seeing you.
What is he going to do?, You wonder.
“You know better than to hit me, don’t you?”
Surely he knows what will happen, he’s tried it several times since you’ve had him and not once has it ended positively for him.
His hands are gripping the fabric of your sweats, twisting at it with a certain fury that tells you he wants to hurt you. He does this a lot— it’s as if he has to muster up the courage to carry out such a fruitless action.
His body feels like he’s in a burning house. He can’t take this mocking. He can’t take this abuse. He can’t do it anymore. You’re watching him burn and not letting him leave or even trying to put the fire out. He wants to go home. He wants to hug his mom and tell her he’s alright. He’s tired of this.
“Please, let me call her.” He talks with a tight jaw, anger seething through clenched teeth. His head falls with his tears wetting his hands and your sweatpants. “Please let me call her. I want to go home so bad. Please.”
“No.”
And that’s all it takes.
“I fucking hate you!” and before he can even think to hurt you, he’s already down. All it takes is one good slap to the face and he’s back to his senses. His hands free the fabric he was holding on to for dear life.
He knows where he’s at. He knows he can’t win.
He lays arms crossed in your lap, sobbing. His body is wracked with shivers periodically as you stroke his hair.
“Pretty girls don’t act like this, you know.”
I’m not a girl, He thinks to himself. He’s far too gone to assert himself in any way right now.
“It’s okay to hate me. I still love you even if you do hate me.”
Kenma can’t stand that softness in your voice. You’re too good at playing the good guy. Anyone who wasn’t in his position would be inclined to fall for your fake prince charming bullshit. Is that how a psychopath like you gets by? You pretend to be soft spoken and harmless then hurt people when no one else can see you.
“You’re sick.”
“I know, it’s okay.”
You let him cry like that for ten minutes. You let him curse you under his breath (where he should keep it if he doesn’t like getting hurt), you let him get it all out. He even quietly begs for his mom and you can’t help but to think about how cute he is.
You pull him up by the back of his hair. Kenmas only got more beautiful since he’s been with you; you didn’t think it was possible. With drying blood and tears everywhere he’s mesmerizing. Even with your hands locked in his hair, this feels too good to be real.
He’s not looking at you, his eyes are unfocused, it’s more like he’s looking through you. Despite that, you pull him in for a kiss, blood and tears still fresh on his face. Of course, he doesn’t kiss back, but for once he doesn’t resist. It’s a small victory.
Now there's a growing tent under the surface of your sweats.
You let him go and pat the wide space on the couch beside you, “Get up here.”
Kenma shakes his head and backs away from you.
“Please let me go.” He pushes his body further away the moment you stand to tower over him. Then he’s turning and slipping on the skirt of the dress in his panicked rush to get away from you. He knows what’s going to happen and he wants no part in it.
You lift him with ease and slam him down onto the couch. Not once does he stop fighting you. He’s yelling for help and for you to stop. He’s kicking and screaming, begging like you’re going to kill him. Doesn’t he know that no one can hear him? It’s been a month and he hasn't figured out that much? If he’s that dumb, maybe he does really need you...
Still, it’s annoying and leaves you with no choice but to wrap your hand around his small throat. He kicks you in the stomach and your only response is to squeeze harder.
The fear sets in right then and there for Kenma. He stops his flailing and looks up to you with apologetic eyes. He doesn’t want to pass out, you choked him like this when he first got here. He can’t do it again— he doesn’t want to.
His hands come up to gently hold your wrists and his eyes become more apologetic with the increased pressure.
“Are you gonna calm down or do I have to calm you down myself?”
Kenmas body goes rigid for a second, but then he realizes he has to respond. He nods. His heart feels like it might beat out of his ribcage, but he has no choice but to force himself to stay calm.
Slowly, you release your grasp on his neck and flip up his dress to reveal his clean shaven legs and white lace panties (that do little to cover his private area). Your hand strokes down the soft skin of his thigh and you can feel him tense up, “Calm down princess. You wanna make me feel good, right?”
Kenma shakes his head and recoils expecting to be hit for his honesty.
You just chuckle as he slowly realizes you’re not going to hurt him for that and settles into himself. “Cute.” You say.
“Please…” The blonde mutters out.
“Please what?”
His throat hurts and his voice is shaky, “Don’t make me do this. I can’t do this again.” It sounds like he’s about to start crying again.
It’s been a month since you did this the first time and it’s been six days since the last time.
Kenma sees that you’re lost in thought and takes it upon himself to sit up as carefully as possible so that you don’t hit him. “Let me…” He trails off slipping his soft hand under the waistbands of both your sweatpants and underwear.
His strokes are graceless. He’s shaky, unsure, and clearly has no idea how to go about this. He only feels you getting harder in his hand as he looks you in the eye’s trying to find any sign of mercy.
You smile, “You’re such a good girl, huh?”
Kenma forces himself to smile back, but his fear is more obvious. “Yeah, Imma good girl.” He nods aggressively. If it means he has any chance of getting out of this, he’ll comply without a second thought. Dignity doesn’t matter when he’s here, he’s come to understand.
He plants soft kisses up your neck and across your jaw, and still his hand never stops. He’s so precious when he’s absolutely terrified.
“Use your spit.”
Immediately he pulls his hand away from you, spits in it, and goes right back to jerking your length. He’s so bad at it, it hardly feels good.
You titter at how anxious he seems and he jumps at the sound.
“Princess…” You start, and he hums in response. “I’m still going to fuck you, you know that, right?”
His hand withdraws straight away, “Please, no.” His head rests against your chest as he pleads for mercy. “I can’t take it. I don’t like it.”
“It’s okay, you’ll learn to like it.” You feel him shake his head. “Now, lay down.” He goes without protest.
Kenma’s far away from this by now. In his head, he’s anywhere but here. Still, he feels everything happening to him and hears everything going on around him. He doesn’t miss the sensation of you sliding off those lace panties or miss your hands on his hips turning him over to lay on his stomach. He can feel your tongue gliding over his hole, but he can’t react to it. He doesn’t squirm like he usually would— just takes whatever you’re doing to him.
The first noise Kenma makes is when you slide a single spit soaked finger into him. He’ll never get used to that sensation, and it grounds him every time. You can hear him sniffle and whine just as you thought he had run out of tears or at least had given up crying for the night.
Your finger drags against the special bundle of nerves and his body convulses and he lets out a yelp, that’s when you think it’s time to put in two fingers.
Your assault on his prostate continues and he cums, but he doesn’t seem to register it all that much. His senses are clearly a bit dulled by some sort of trauma defense mechanism his brain has. It doesn’t matter to you, though. You pull your fingers out of him and lube up your length with spit before pressing into his hole.
That gets a reaction, an intense one. He’s yelling, his words are slurred, and he’s pushing back at your waist, using his hand to try to get you to get out of him. His face looks mortified, like he didn’t know this was going to happen.
You simply grab his arm and pin it behind his back. No matter how hard he fights against you, he’ll never win and will always give up.
He’s so tight, and he’s spasming around you trying to adjust.
“Ahhh- your cunt’s so perfect, just for me, huh?” You moan out.
“No! No! No!” His voice is hoarse, he’s yelling and kicking his legs. You just press your weight onto him more.
When you start to thrust, he starts to say sorry and calm down. He’s sure he did something wrong but he just doesn’t know what. He’s sure that if he apologizes this will all be over, like some horrific nightmare.
His complaints are drowned out by your moans; it's been that way every time you’ve done this.
“Fuck, baby,” You moan breathily into his ear. “You’re so tight. You were made for this.” Kenmas head falls into the wet couch cushion. “I love you so much.”
Kenma cums again, and he must feel it this time judging by the pained moan he lets out. His body jerks with the harshness of your thrusts. There’s a mixture of sounds but the most apparent are moans and the sound of skin meeting skin.
You let go of his arm opting to pull him up by his hair, when you do, he’s back to his dazed apologizing. He seems so broken, it's exhilarating. Your “I love you.” is only met with another bland “I’m sorry.” it's clear he won't remember most of this.
When you cum inside him, there’s no reaction from him. You get up, leave him limp on the couch and go take a shower. When you come back, he’s just like you left him, still breathing, but generally unresponsive. He’s a great wife.
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brand new follower, but I wanted to take part in the fairy tale celebration... the whole thing just seems so lovely and fun !.... 🌷 - scenario, Harry Potter has saved Y/N (outside of hogwarts, lives in an orphanage) from the chamber of secrets, and the aspect of tom riddle... the incident of which, revealed to y/n and the rest of the wizarding world that y/n isnt just a slytherin... shes the living heir, and is tom riddle's niece. food friend, and crush fred weasley finds her distraught.???
hi love, thank you so much for participating, and welcome to my blog!! i hope you find it a safe place to be. this idea is really very wonderful! do you mind if i consider writing a series about it? <3
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It had been about five hours since the incident. Fog painted the night sky from the grounds of the courtyard to the top of the Astronomy Tower, where Y/N was currently slumped in shame and self-hatred.
Lukewarm tears slid down her face as she buried her head deeper into her hands, having flashbacks of herself, bleeding out on the stone floor while watching her friend of two years, Harry Potter, spar with a large and ugly snake. If it weren't for the scars that covered her body from head to toe, she would've believed it was a dream.
Every move she made seared the same pain her uncle and renowned psychopath, Tom Riddle, forced into her body the days that she was missing from Hogwarts.
As her sobs got a little more broken and her sniffling got a little louder, she had gotten so lost in her misery that she didn't even notice her tall ginger liking standing at the steps to the Tower.
"Y/N?" Her lunch buddy (and slight huge crush) Fred spit out, rushing over to the floor a few paces in front of him, where she lay weeping on the floor.
Y/N nodded, not able to hold back her cries, leaning into Fred's side, and nuzzling closer to his body as he wrapped his arm tighter around her.
They sat like that for hours. Fred felt the world crumble in his arms with each light tear that dampened his shirt. He tried his best to soothe her by rocking her back and forth, humming German lullabies that his older brothers used to sing to him when he had trouble falling asleep.
Eventually, Y/N grew a headache that emanated from her eyes to the back of her head. She sniffled before speaking. "I'm the Living Heir." She said quietly, letting a few more tears escape her eyes.
Fred continued stroking her hair with the most delicacy he had ever touched anyone. Not knowing what to say, he tilted her head to face him. Her eyes and lips were puffy, skin clear from the tears. He held her chin and laid his forehead on hers. Her heart raced as she watched him confidently move her body so it fit more comfortably in his.
He drew her lips closer until they were only breaths apart. She nodded slightly as he looked into her eyes with longing. Then, with the smallest motion Y/N had ever witnessed, he pressed his lips on hers, hugging them until she felt safe and warm again.
When they separated, Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed and frazzled, but the memory of Voldemort being her uncle haunted her mind.
"I promise I won't leave you alone in this. Okay?"
Y/N simply nodded, taking a deep breath as she found solace again in Fred's arms.
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Been wanting to do this one for a long while. Thinking a lot about Fire and Blood because House of the Dragon is coming up, and there are quite a lot of parallels between the Dance of the Dragons and the main ASOIAF series. More below...
The Dance of the Dragons happened, in part, because the legitimacy of Rhaenyra's children was in question. Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey (how fitting, two bastard children named Joffrey) had brown hair instead of the typical silver-blonde hair of Targaryen and Velaryon children, and their father was not Laenor Velaryon, but rather Harwin Strong. Because of this, Rhaenyra's claim to the Iron Throne was contested, since her heirs would be bastards.
Not too dissimilar to the beginning of the War of the Five Kings, where Cersei, the beautiful queen of King Robert, fathered three bastard children in secret with her brother Jaime, all of them with the golden blond hair of the Lannisters. Then when Robert died, Joffrey ascended the throne, and Ned backed Stannis, who was in truth the rightful heir to the throne... we all know how that went of course. Also, while Rhaenyra's Joffrey was the youngest of the three, Cersei's Joffrey was the oldest of the three.
Rhaenyra and Cersei are very strong parallels. Rhaenyra was secretly involved in an affair with a family member (her uncle Daemon) whilst Cersei was involved in a secret affair with her own family member (brother Jaime). The difference, of course, being that Rhaenyra ended up marrying Daemon because Targs do Targ things, and Cersei just kept her affair with Jaime secret because they weren't Targs. In addition, Rhaenyra ended up losing all three of her children, becoming more and more bitter and distraught, becoming prone to paranoia.
Meanwhile, Cersei has thus far only lost Joffrey, but the valonqar prophecy states she will lose all three of her children. Like Rhaenyra, though, after the death of Joffrey, she does become more prone to paranoia and is increasingly bitter. Rhaenyra was eventually fed to Sunfyre by her half-brother Aegon. If Jaime is truly the valonqar, then Cersei might end up being killed by her brother as well. Eventually, Rhaenyra did end up becoming estranged from Daemon, and currently Cersei is estranged from Jaime.
However, a better Dance parallel with Cersei and Jaime is Rhaenyra and Criston Cole. They were lovers, a future queen with a member of the Kingsguard. They later suffered some sort of estrangement (the nature of which is a source of conflict in terms of what is real) that led to Criston eventually siding with the greens over the blacks during the Dance. Criston also was made Hand of the King, while Cersei presses for Jaime to be made Hand, but he refuses the position.
However, Rhaenyra isn't the only Cersei parallel. Alicent Hightower is another. Like Cersei, she supports her eldest son in claiming the throne against its lawful heir, and is the dowager queen of the former king... And she is the daughter of the Hand of the King, who is a member of one of the richest, most powerful families in the kingdoms. However, Rh
But the parallels run even deeper than that. It shocked me to see how far these go. The story of Aegon III and Viserys II as children is not too dissimilar to both the story of Daenerys and Viserys after Robert's Rebellion and some of the Stark children. Like Dany and Viserys, Viserys II ended up spending a lot of time in the Free Cities, specifically Lys, although he was captured in battle and returned as a hostage, whereas Dany and Viserys spent time in Illyrio's mansion as guests. Arya also went to Braavos, a Free City, but that's about where the similarities end so that isn't very intentional, I think.
Nonetheless, both Aegon and Viserys spent the majority of the war separated from each other and only reunited after it ended. Likewise, the Stark children were separated from each other for the majority of the war as well, and seem poised to reunite after the initial War of the Five Kings is over. And speaking of Starks, Aegon III does have a slight parallel with Bran.
As confirmed by George, Bran will be the King of Westeros by the end of the books, and there is a moniker given to him in the show that actually does appear in the books, of Bran the Broken. Meanwhile, at the end of the Dance, Aegon is now the King, and he is known as the Broken King, because of his extreme PTSD and depression from his traumatic experiences during the war.
Doesn't even end there. Now we get into some of, in my opinion, the biggest parallels with the Dance and ASOIAF proper. We all know about R+L=J, and the Dance has not one, but two big nods to this. First is the story told by Mushroom of when Jacaerys visited Winterfell. Supposedly, he fell in love with Cregan's bastard half-sister Sara Snow, and the two secretly wed before the Winterfell heart tree. Regardless of the validity of the story, Cregan and Jace did end up agreeing to what was called the Pact of Ice and Fire, wherein Jace's firstborn daughter would marry Cregan's son Rickon... son of a Targaryen king marrying the daughter of Lord Stark? Hmmm....
However, the other one is a lot more significant, to me anyways, and that would be the relationship between Crown Prince Aemond One-Eye and Alys Rivers. During the Dance, when Aemond took over Harrenhal, he took Alys Rivers as his paramour. The mysterious Alys was said to be a witch who was a bastard of House Strong, a House that has strong ties to the First Men. So, Valyrian crown prince and a First Man woman in love... but don't worry, it gets extremely apparent afterwards.
Aemond impregnates Alys and leaves her in a tower to go fight Daemon, during which Aemond is killed, leaving Alys all alone. Rhaegar impregnates Lyanna and leaves her in a tower to go fight Robert, during which Rhaegar is killed and leaves Alys all alone... then, years later, during winter, the Hand of the King Tyland Lannister tries to get together a force to retake Harrenhal, as it is held by brigands and thieves and broken men, only to find Alys there... with a young child she calls her and Aemond's trueborn son, and the rightful King of Westeros.
If that isn't enough for you, there is a very distinct similarity in the armour of Rhaegar and Aemond. Rhaegar's armour is mentioned to have been;
Seventeen and new to knighthood, Rhaegar Targaryen had worn black plate over golden ringmail when he cantered onto the lists.
And:
The day had been windy when he said farewell to Rhaegar, in the yard of the Red Keep. The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate.
Compare this to Aemond's own armour.
Vhagar had come at last, and on her back rode the one-eyed Prince Aemond Targaryen, clad in nightblack armor chased with gold.
It seems clear to me that George is trying to tell us something. I think Aemond and Alys are a sort of dark mirror to Rhaegar and Lyanna. Rhaegar was considered a very noble, chivalrous prince who was well loved by the smallfolk, and Lyanna had a strong sense of Stark justice (as seen in the Knight of the Laughing Tree story). Meanwhile, Aemond was a narcissistic, psychopathic mass murderer who seems almost Ramsay-esque in his demeanour. And Alys seems more power hungry and eventually took over Harrenhal as its witch queen. But the fact they have what Alys claims to be their trueborn child and true king of Westeros does strongly suggest Rhaegar and Lyanna did eventually marry and Jon is their trueborn son, not a bastard.
I hoped I would be done by now, but there is still even more parallels. Cregan Stark and Eddard Stark are parallels and foils. Ned becomes Hand of the King and travels south to uncover who poisoned the previous Hand of the King, before the War of the Five Kings starts. Meanwhile, Cregan travels south and arrives at King's Landing after the Dance was over, then becomes Hand of the King to uncover who poisoned the previous king (Aegon II). However, while Ned was cautious and not really a big player of the game of thrones, Cregan was ambitious and knew what he was doing, even if his actions weren't always the best (attacking Storm's End, Oldtown, and Casterly Rock after the war was essentially over? Not a good idea, Stark).
The Regency of Aegon III in and of itself is a metacommentary to the writing process of ASOIAF. Originally, after GRRM finished ASOS, he decided to do a 5-year gap between that and what was to be ADWD. However, that ended up not working out, so he scrapped it all together. During that time, Tommen would've remained king, and his reign would be under a regency. So thus, Aegon III having a 5-year regency (from 131 to 136 AC) during that time alludes to that.
And then you get to Unwin Peake, my least favourite character in Fire and Blood. He appears to be a combination of Mace Tyrell and Randyll Tarly. Personality wise, he is very much like Randyll. He is a very outspoken misogynist, a very proud man, and a noted warrior wielding a Valyrian steel blade (that he likely stole from Tumbleton since Orphan-Maker was from House Roxton originally). He also changed out Aegon III's master-at-arms to be Gareth Long, who was a very harsh taskmaster, who routinely engaged in abusive tactics with the boys he trained when they didn't meet his expectations, including days without sleep, doused in tubs of ice water, being beat, and having their heads shaved, which is very reminiscent of Randyll's abuse of Sam as a child.
Unwin and Randyll also dealt with lawful punishment in very harsh ways, as seen by Randyll's treatment of those who break the law at Maidenpool, and Unwin's clearing the Red Keep cells during the Feast of Our Father Above. However, Unwin has a lot of similarities with Mace Tyrell as well. Mace is on the small council, and has routinely tried to engage in nepotism by implanting allies and family members of his into positions at the council and at King's Landing, including marrying Margaery to the king, becoming Hand of the King, having Paxter Redwyne be the lord admiral and Randyll Tarly the lord justiciar, try to bring his uncle Garth to become the new master of coin, and Garth's bastard sons to join the gold cloaks, not to mention the Conclave nearly sending his uncle Gormon to become the new Grand Maester (something Mace will surely approve of), Mace having his son Loras join the Kingsguard, and even try to betroth his heir Willas to Myrcella.
Meanwhile, Unwin engaged in much more rampant and unchecked nepotism. He was Hand of the King and Lord Regent, had Ser Gareth as master-at-arms at the Red Keep, since he was master-at-arms at Starpike, while his widowed aunt Clarice Osgrey was put in charge of Queen Jaehaera's household, Lord George Graceford (a member of the Caltrops that Peake himself was involved in) was appointed as the Lord Confessor, and Ser Victor Risley, the other surviving member of the Caltrops, was appointed to the position of the King's Justice.
He even dismissed Septon Eustace and replaced him with Septon Bernard, another relative of his. He also had his nephew Amaury and his bastard half-brother Ser Mervyn Flowers put onto the Kingsguard, while his uncle Gedmund was made the master of ships. Not to mention his attempted marriage between his daughter Myrielle and Aegon III. So basically the Peakes are the Tyrells of their day, trying to take control of the Seven Kingdoms and the Iron Throne.
And that is all that I can remember! I'm sure there is a lot more, but it's striking to see just how many parallels there are between the Dance and ASOIAF itself.
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FFXV AU: Loyalty and Devotion
Probably OOC, but I don’t think a father would be pleased if his son would choose danger when they made an effort to keep them safe.
There is an whole argument when Prompto was younger but the Leonis/Ulric household eventually works it out.
A short after the Altissia incident and Prom gets captured during the The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU. (Slight warning for violence and a slimy scientist being slimy)
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I’m sorry. Forgive me, Noct.
Noctis Lucis Caelum snaps awake as his vision slowly becomes clearer.He has no idea where he is, until his memories return and he remembers. Leviathan. The trial. Luna. Niflheim. He hears Luna screaming from outside and jumps out of the bed and runs out to where she is.
“We need to find him, please, Ravus!”
There in the receiving room, Lunafreya is visibly distraught as Gladio and Ignis are trying to hold her back.Whereas Ravus Nox Fleuret looks conflicted. Something is not right. Someone is missing.
“Where’s Prom?” Noctis chokes out.His voice hoarse and strained. 
Ignis and Gladio share a look while Luna is too stressed and quietly collapses on the nearest seat. The Lucian prince does not like where this is going. To make matters worse, the double doors slam open and the King strides in along with the Old Shield, followed by two other men flanking close behind. Two men that neither member of the prince’s group really wants to see right now.
There was a brief silence until Cor snaps towards Noctis and his retainers with narrowed eyes.
“Where’s Prompto?”
Ravus, surprisingly, is the first one that breaks the tension in the room by kicking the nearest footrest in frustration.
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Turns out that Prompto had tried to defend the weakened Oracle from Ardyn. Yet Prompto is unable to fend Ardyn off, his bullets hitting each time but they do not hinder the daemonic man’s advance. In the middle of the fight, Luna swears, the last she remembers was Prompto shoving her away from Ardyn, and into the crashing waves with an approaching Leviathan. His eyes burning of light like the sun. The oracle sees his lips moving, but only hears it in her mind as the water embraces her.
Obey and serve! O’Daughter of the Tides!
Then. Darkness. Yet Death does not take her, but holds her gently in safety and protection.
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With Ravus officially defected from the Imperial army with his stunt in Altissia, his intel was that Niflheim has taken full offence at the Nox Fleurets defiance and will fully invade and destroy their country. While Prompto was last seen taken by Niflheim forces.
“What?!” Noctis grabs the Tenebraen Prince by the collar,” Where did they take Prom?!”
“Your Highness!” Ignis and Gladio pull Noctis off Ravus.The last thing they need now is more internal conflict. 
Nyx is mad and it was obvious because the Galahdian was deathly silent. Cor is breathing heavily, clutching his katana in a death grip. If only they were faster in breaking down the enemy forces between them and Accordo. If only they pushed more, Prompto would not have been captured.
Noctis demands that they push into Niflheim and rescue Prompto but Regis is against it. As a father and a friend, he wants to save him but as a King, he could not. The enemy numbers are overwhelming and there is an issue with Tenebrae’s impending attack as well.
“Marshal!” Dustin enters the room, completely ignoring the tension and shoves a tablet into his hands. There are few things in this world that will faze the Immortal Shogun. However the image before him only serves to fuel his anger before he snarls at the person on the other side of the video.
“Verstael Besithia.”
Regis and Clarus immediately crowds in beside Cor and Nyx’s eyes widen at the sight before him in fury. There was Prompto, wounded and beaten down, shirtless and covered in scars, bound to a metal cross. Although he is awake and trying his best to hold on visibly.
“I was wondering when I will get to speak to you, thief.” the psychopathic scientist laughs,”yet what has been lost will always come back.”
Dustin quickly shuffles aside, allowing the Prince and his retainers to watch the video feed.Noctis finally gets around and clench his fists as he sees the injuries and bruises on Prompto’s torso and every inch of visible skin.That is his friend.His beloved and precious friend yet he’s now suffering and what the fuck is he even doing here-
“What do you want with one of ours, Besithia?” Regis coldly begins. 
“Yours?YOURS?” The scientist laughs like the madman he is.” He was never yours, King Regis! Your soldier had stolen what was mine and yet, I ought to thank you.” Verstael puts a slimy hand on Prompto’s cheek in a creepy caress, which the blond tries to pull away from,”you have helped further my research. I see now that my prodigal son who has returned is a much more exquisite sample than his brothers! Even the starscourge has failed to leave a mark, how peculiar!”
“Get your fucking filthy hands off MY son!” Cor spats,”and he isn’t yours you sick fuck. Prompto is a son of Lucis and I swear, once I have my hands on you Besithia, I will fucking do what I should have done 20 years ago!”
“Ahhhh.Would you now? Shame, but I have better things to deal with than you, Marshal.” The madman smirks at Prompto who glares at him with all the hate Noctis has never seen him with at all in their years of friendship.
”Besides, you have a welcoming committee in Tenebrae, no?Courtesy of us Niflheim of course.” Verstael rubs Prompto’s cheek and Prom struggles, his hands flexing in futile attempt to get away.”I just thought it be nice for you to say goodbye first in case you both can’t see each other again.Afterall you did care for my boy all these years-“ 
“Don’t fucking touch him-!” Noctis hisses, barely reining in his magic.
“Oh don’t worry Your Highness.We’ll have a splendid time reuniting.Till next time.Or not.”
The video feed cuts. Dustin wisely pulls the device away from the Marshal before he loses it to violence. He has worked with the man too long and knows his habits by now. However something seems unusual…
Cor and Nyx are calm.Too calm.
“Time.” Cor starts softly and Nyx checks his phone.
“1545 hours.” Nyx replies systematically.”90?”
“No, 72. Factor that he’s already in some time.”
“Alright.” Nyx then taps the device on his ear and belts out a series of codes and orders. 
“What are you even doing-We need to get Prompto! He’s not safe-“ Noctis looks at Regis and Clarus, who remain stoically silent.
“No.”
“W-Excuse me?” Even the prince’s advisor is taken aback by the sudden order from Cor.
“Marshal, what-?” Gladio is unable to process this.Its not like Cor at all.
“What do you mean no? W-THATS PROMPTO OUT THERE, YOUR SON-“
“Do NOT insinuate I will leave my own boy out there to die your Highness or so help me-“ Cor snaps at Noctis, his patience gone entirely.However he stops and inhales sharply, taking a second before he tosses his katana towards Clarus who grabs it effortlessly.
”What I am about to say will be considered treason to the crown, your Majesty. I call upon you to lay judgement as you deem fit.”
Regis is expressionless as he looks at Clarus.Then he looks at Cor again silently.There was nothing from his liege for a long while. Regis barely even casts a glance at Cor’s blade and chooses to stride past his Marshal, laying a hand on his shoulder before moving forward and taking a seat on the couch. His eyes closed. The King has made his judgement. 
Cor takes a deep breath before he lays it on the younger crew before him.
“I rescued Prompto as a baby from a literal hell.I kept Prompto safe for 20 whole years.I will be damned if you think I enjoy the fact that my son is putting himself in danger. With his past and me being so close to the Crown, I deliberately made sure he could live a normal life safely. Away from all the dangers he could have gotten simply by association! Yet, his entire life not once did he asked us for anything. Did you know what was the first damn thing he had sincerely asked for,your Highness?”
Noctis eyes the Marshal silently.Defiant.
“To be your friend.”
Ignis looks up at the decorated ceiling, breathing in time as if he is trying to hold on to whatever strength left in him. Luna trying to keep her composure but holding onto every word from her friend’s father.
“After that incident when you both were 15, he made his second wish.” Cor steps closer towards Noctis, putting his point across as he approached.”Do you want to hear what it was?”
“To be able to protect you by your side. So that your friendship will not be a weakness for you.”
Gladio turns around and hisses a curse.The younger Shield cannot process this mess and emotions in him all at once.
”As the Marshal, I do not hold any opinions, but as a father-” his knuckles cracked and Cor trails off, chewing his inner cheek.”I can only respect his wishes.”The Marshal of the Crownsguard then turns around, grabbing his katana from Clarus’ outstretch arm and saluting to his superiors, before sharply leaving the room.
Noctis hands are shaking. Not from anger. The feeling completely overtaken by a cold fear.
Its his fault.Its all his fault-
“Get ready, we are leaving for Tenebrae.” Nyx’s voice cuts through the fog in the Prince’s mind.”Now.”
“But, Prom-“ Luna starts but Regis interrupts at long last.
“Princess Lunafreya. We must not delay any longer.Tenebrae must be secured first.”He looks towards Ravus,” It is time for the land of the Oracles to be liberated.”
“I do not understand your majesty-“ Ignis tries to reason but he gets cut off by his King.
“All you need to know is that we have a battle to fight.” Regis replies, looking towards Noctis pointedly.”And you have your duty to the people as Crown Prince above everything else.”
With that he leaves, inviting Ravus to walk with him.Clarus following closely behind.
“Have faith in him.” Clarus tells them over his shoulder before he too steps out of the room.
The younger crew mulls in silence.Helpless.
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The Niflheim army clashed with the joined forces of Lucis, Tenebrae. The waves of MT are relentless but as soon as it started, the numbers dwindled. With the support of Arenea’s faction after some bargaining on Ravus’ side, they manage to secure Fenestala Manor and half of the Tenebraen borders. Loqi and his men suddenly retreated mid-way through the battle, leaving behind forces of automated MTs that were quickly decimated. Whereas Ravus and Luna managed to capture Caligo Ulldor and is sentenced to death by the newly re-instated rulers of Tenebrae.
“Report.” Cor barks out as Nyx arrives into the safe room in Fenestala Manor with Noctis, Ignis and Gladio behind.
“Tummelt bloody fucking got away.” Nyx growls in annoyance, while Crowe rolls her eyes and slaps a potion behind her Captain.He glares at her, which was as useful as glaring at a moggle. Useless.
“MTs numbers have dropped too, but they are still significant.” Monica adds, fiddling with her coms and devices as Regis takes all the information in.”We still have the North and Western areas unsecured.” 
“Time?” Nyx asks Cor softly as he throws his ruined coat aside. While Ignis gets his prince and shield some curatives while Luna arrives in with her ladies in waiting with more resources.
“2 more hou-“
“Zero. Zero hours.” 
Noctis looks up. As does the other two beside him. Luna freezes completely.
“Prom?”
“M-MARSHAL!” Monica shouts at Cor who all but pushes Monica away with Nyx,who snatches the receiver mic and demands.
“Where was the first place we met?” 
“Really, out of all the questions? Baba? I was like 4?”
“Answer it.”
“Outside the Citadel Square, the corner behind the Queen’s Fountain.” Nyx lets out a loud sigh of relief and a couple of words in Galah similar to a prayer.While the tension on Cor’s shoulder finally goes slack as Clarus slaps a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder.
Noctis throws down the warm towel and nearly warps in front of the coms along with the rest. There, battered, exhausted but alive was Prompto, dressed warmly and armed, nursing a can of ebony.
“PROM!”
“Hey Noct, you doing okay?How are you, Luna?Guys?” Prompto perks up brightly, seeing his friends.Trust him to ask about them first when the person who was captured was him.
“Don’t hey me you-”Noctis wants to shake the blond so badly,”what-“
“Report, Crownsguard Leonis.” Cor cuts in, watching Prompto keenly, observing. Prompto pauses, chewing his lip before taking a deep breath.
“Verstael is dead.”Prompto pauses for a moment,” I killed him.”
There was silence.
“You did good.”Cor replies calmly.”Are you in a secure area?”
“Yeah,I mean.Yes.Theres no more MT troops left here.No civilians sighted so far either- G-give me something secure, I’ll send some data over.”Prompto gets to work, clacking away at the system before him.
“Monica.”
“Roger.On it.”
“I’m sorry I took so long.”Prompto adds slowly,”I-I had to find a working facility with transmission.Theres literally nothing where they kept me.I-I’m sending over the remaining MT locations and outposts.Theres a few jammers here too, you can’t use magic in those areas.They also added anti aircraft walls once they confirmed defectors from the Empire. The whole Nifelheim is abandoned,I think they brought all the civilians into Gralea but I’m not sure, still too far out to tell.They-He…He daemonified everyone.He destroyed every living breathing thing he could find and-”Prompto trails off, clearly unsure how to go on.
“Breathe, Prompto. Where did they kept you in?” Cor asks.
“First Magitek Production Facility.”
The Marshal hisses.He remembers that accursed place.While the data ping-ed and Clarus helps Monica to break down and passes on the info to Regis.Who then barks out orders to his Glaives and the joined armies.
“I,I heard you guys are in Tenebrae, how is it?”
“Hanging in there.”Nyx supplies softly,”How are you kiddo?Do we need to extract you?”
“Just.Tired but-” Prompto looks at Cor carefully,”if it helps, I think want to keep on going here. I mean, there’s still a number of the MT production lines. Just need to blow them up once I slip in. I can find an easier way for Lucis to enter Niflheim from my end too.”
“Prom, no, its not safe, we can get you-” Gladio adds before he can stop himself and casts a glance at his father.
Prompto chews his lip wearily as he fiddles his Ebony can.
“Its not necessary.But- You think you can do that?Are you confident, Prompto?”The elder Leonis pushes on, keeping an eye on Prompto’s behaviour while skimming through the data. There’s so much.
“…Yes.Just…I-I need to do this.”
“Okay.” Cor relents,”I hear you. Keep your check ins.” There’s a cough at the back that sounded like Regis but the Marshal ignores it.”Do not overestimate yourself. Remember what we taught you. Your safety is first and that’s an order, am I clear? Prompto Leonis.”
“Yes sir.”
“I’ll see you soon, son.”
“Thanks dad. Noct?” Prompto smiles at his friend who shuffles nearer to the screen,”I’ll see you soon! Luna! Make sure you guys win back Tenebrae!”
“Prom..?”Luna doesn’t know where to start, still guilty that in saving her, her friend was caught by the enemy for her sake.
“It, it’ll be all okay,Lu!” Prompto beams at the Princess,”See you guys soon, okay? Take care, Noct.”
The video cuts and the Prince looks towards his father and his retinue, the younger crew demanding answers quietly.
“What the fuck?” Noctis starts, breaking the silence.Regis sighs wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose in effort to hold off an incoming headache.
“You need to tell them,Cor. Prompto is officially his retainer after all.”
Cor and Nyx share a look, before the Marshal addresses the Prince’s question.
“Did you honestly think I would have sent my son out of Insomnia with you defenceless?”Cor dryly asks the boys.
That hits Ignis immediately.The young advisor casts a glance at the Marshal, then to the Captain, across to the King and Shield.
“He trained and passed his Crownsguard exam.”Ignis starts to ponder aloud,”In a very short time.Before we left Insomnia.”
“Prompto already covered the basics since he was 16.”Nyx smirks,”though I’m sure you all thought otherwise. His exam was something else.”
A memory hits Noctis, back in their high school days, his exhausted friend, the need to keep up with part time work, school and exams… Yet his friend never failed to keep him company. Always there by his side with a smile and his favourite camera.
“Well he don’t fight as a trained Crownsguard that’s for sure.” Gladio points out and that earns him a laugh from the Captain.
“Then it means his training paid off! And all this?”Nyx points to the new maps of enemy territory and numbers,”is proof that his hardwork was worth it.This is not basic crownsguard work, Amicitia, this is more of Glaives work.”
Now Noctis is just pain confused,” what do you mean? Prompto trained as a Kingsglaive but took the Crownsguard test? That still explains nothing.”
“We don’t have the time to train him everything either. Do you see who willingly joined your ranks simply because of his devotion to you, your Highness?”Nyx brandishes the information in his hand proudly,” Prom grew up in Little Galahd, a bloody dense maze in itself. You can’t catch him if he doesn’t want you to. He can adapt to unfamiliar territory with his speed and stealth.That on top of his endurance and tenacity?” The captain of the Kingsglaive simply grins.
“His gentle personality as a whole will get the enemy to underestimate him. We all know that your bond with him can, and will be used against you as Crown Prince. Prompto simply removed that from the equation for you.” Cor adds calmly.”And if necessary, became a weapon instead.”
“A spy?” Ignis breathes out incredulously, finally linking the dots. Prompto fights less than average simply because they have been always engaging enemies in large numbers and in wide areas. Or against the wildlife. The blond was not trained to fight like them. Their sunshine was meant for the silence and shadows.
“No. But very close.” Clarus finally can’t stand the roundabout talks any longer.”You already have an advisor and a guard in your retinue. He is much more suitable in a different role, one that requires secrecy and mental fortitude. Or in worse case scenario, if you are all in the enemy’s hands. These two gremlins here literally gave you an assassin.”
That earned him a dark chuckle from the King’s Sword himself, who is glowing with pride,”Like I said.I won’t send my son out defenceless. I have never denied Prompto anything in his life. So when he made his request, you damn well bet that I made sure he makes it.”
“And yet he works better as a Glaive, riiiiight?” Nyx gives Cor a wide grin and nudges his husband incessantly.”Come ooon,say it.”
“Fine. He works better as a Kingsglaive.”Cor side eyes his husband.”Happy?”
“Very.”Nyx laughs,”But his style is all yours.” That sufficiently pleases the older Leonis.
Noctis is still reeling in from the shock.His best friend? Trained as an assassin? The boy won’t even hurt a Chocobo, yet, Cor and Nyx’s words haunt him. Prompto had chosen this because of him-
“Prompto had chosen you. Just as you had chosen him. His loyalty and devotion is not to the crown.Its to you and only you.Your Highness.” Cor pauses for a moments if sensing the young Prince’s dilemma, “he made it so that you didn’t have to choose between him or your duty.So, win this Battle for Tenebrae. My son is still waiting for us in Niflheim.”
Noctis knows. Now determined more than ever to push on.
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With Prompto’s infiltration into enemy territories and constant intel, the Lucian army quickly recovers Tenebrae and presses on into Niflheim’s domain. Apart from a giant dead magitek worm and various dead magitek beasts, the Kingsglaive quickly occupies all the outposts and overtakes the strongholds where Prompto has destroyed the magic jammers.
“Theres soooo many Ebony machines, how does Niflehiem not get caffeine poisoning?” Prompto whines over the feed while sending another batch of data.
 They are getting closer to meeting up now that Noct has taken a detour to make a covenant with Garuda, a lost Messenger that Prompto stumbled upon. Cor and Nyx allowing the boys to talk while they sort out reports with Regis and Clarus. Whereas the rest of the glaives and guards with them are taking a breather.Cor, however, looking worse for wear with the recent troubled sleep, forcing him to let Nyx handle a bulk of the work. Noctis overhears the couple talking something like ‘dreams’ or ‘premonitions’ and ‘hurry’ but the prince quickly ducks out before he finds himself at the ire of the Immortal Shogun and the Hero of the Kingsglaives. He still likes living, thanks.
“I’m sure you can’t die of a little coffee, darling.”Ignis muses.
“Prrrroooom.”The prince huffs, trying to get his attention as childish as it seems but he misses his best friend.
“Noccccct!” Prompto pouts along,”I miss you guys!”
“Miss you too sunshine. We’ll be catching up with you soon, then we’ll enter the Gralea borders together.Just hang tight till then. Prince Charmless has been extra annoying without you.” Gladio grins at his youngest friend, glad to see him well.
“OI.”
“I want curry Iggy! I’m sick of cold steaks.Theres literally nothing he-”Prompto stops halfway and swerves around instantly with his gun already in hand. Before a shadow slams his lithe frame onto the console causing distortion on the feed.
“PROMPTO!?” the crew yells, helpless, while Cor and Nyx rushes over and takes the comms from the boys.
There, before their eyes was Ardyn Izunia, with a dark inky claw digging into Prompto’s neck in a chokehold.His eyes dripping with darkness.
“Well,well, looks like I found a wild lil chocobo out of his cage~”
“F-fuuuck eu-” Prompto struggles to claw free while getting his spare gun but the daemonic man is faster and slams the blonde onto the console with an inhumane amount of force.Dark liquid drips.There was blood on the screen.
“ARDYN! Get the fuck away from Prompto I swea-“
“Now now your royal highness, don’t need to panic. He’s still breathing. Barely. But still,I digress.” Ardyn smiles menacingly,”Come to Gralea if you wish to have your lil friend back.He’ll be there, along with your precious Crystal. Don’t worry, I won’t kill him just yet.”
“IZUNIA!”Nyx snarls but the feed gets disconnected just as Prompto’s painful cries begin.Cor ignores everything else, shoving the comms aside and summons his katanas, roaring at the men to get moving. Regis and Clarus already on their feet as Nyx barks out orders for his glaives while Dustin and Libertus relays info to the rest of their forces. Noctis summons his sword while Gladio and Ignis follow quickly. Their friend is in danger. 
They have gotten too complacent.
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The Empire soon kneels before King Regis and his men in the bowels of a ruined capital amongst the dead daemons. Loqi Tummelt and his tiny charge with a handful of civilians surrender as Lucis tears Gralea apart. All of the Kingsglaive and Crownsguard carrying out a simple order on top of their main objective.
Find Crownsguard Prompto Leonis. At all costs.
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When they finally reunite with their lost friend. In the depths of a cold abyss where the Crystal sits with an unconscious chancellor of Niflheim laying the the ground as the light of death fades from his now mortal form. While someone else that is clearly not Prompto, challenges the Astral within the Crystal, bearing eyes brimming full with power. 
It was a God.
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…the ugly. SYAC: The Master Review 4
Last post I covered much of what I consider the good or passable strips of SYAC of the pre-Dobbear era. What I have admittedly not covered yet, were three certain characters of the strip that exist beside Dobson.
Persistent Pam
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 Curmudgeonly Carl
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And… this guy I am not even sure has a name.
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No, seriously. He shows up in like the 61th strip of the series for the first time and yet I never see his name mentioned once
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All I know is that he is an accountant, who pities Dobson (for good reason)
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And despite Dobson not liking alcohol, they regularly meet up in a bar as if they are some late 80s comedy duo
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Funnily enough, he shows up way before Pam, who would have her premiere in these strips
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 And despite only showing up in a few strips after her premiere (mostly to make “fun” of overbearing and snarky commissioners I suppose…)
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 She actually managed something no other character or series by Dobson managed to get: A fanclub
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 Not that she would really be of any major importance afterwards.
As for Carl, he is supposed to be something like an antagonistic embodiment of Dobson’s “old” art teachers and people being stuck in old ways, who shows up for the following strips forming a sort of arc.
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In addition, it is very obvious, that Carl is supposed to be a mockery of people flaming Dobson. Not helped by the fact that THIS character sheet of him made by Dobson assures us, that there were quite a few even less “endorsing” things he wanted to name the character.
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Yet funnily enough, Carl turned into such a popular character with readers, Dobson was essentially “forced” to make him reappear in other strips. Not of the “classical” SYAC strips, but he showed up as the “antagonist” to Tenku in the storydriven multi pagers. Though even antagonist is a strong word, as he is essentially more of a jerkish art teacher and college advisor who is harsh on Tenku, but actually has his best interests in mind. To the point he even offers him to be his “harsher” art critic in the years till he enters college, because he wants to see him grow artistically.
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 However, Carl was also more of an “accident”. Cause when it came otherwise to tackling criticism or things that irked Dobson (and were not anime related) he would end up more or less creating strips that painted him in a manner where he would supposedly always look like “the better” compared to his opposition or mock it. Which is where a lot of the irk Dobson would earn over the years eventually comes from.
Now to be fair, I do not want to call every comic in that regard “strawmanning”, nor do I want to say that Dobson doesn’t have the right to also mock to a certain extend the mentality of certain “snobs” and so on. For example…
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On one hand, I know there are people out there who think they are “special” by having the best tools at their disposal. When in reality you can achieve good results also with less expensive stuff. So mocking that sort of attitude is fine to me to some extend
BUT, when you also make down the line a comic like this…
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… essentially making yourself come off as a “better” artist or person than others because you have “chosen” the better mass produced crap (btw, that is coming from someone who types this review on a Mac that runs Windows) , then the hypocrisy ends up to be rather strong with you.
 Which is also essentially the biggest issue with the strips I am about to show. The hypocrisy of Andrew Dobson. And no, I do not mean the tumblr blog by that. I mean the simple fact, that the content of some of the soon to follow strips gets kinda muddled when you take into consideration some of the things real life Dobson had said and done either at the time or in the years to come. Well that and the way how he tries to mock issues people have with his work, not realizing how he is essentially just reassuring those “silly critics” in their opinions while making his flaws more obvious to people that may have been previously unaware of them.
But enough talk, let me just show you in quick succession examples to confirm said point.
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Considering Dobson’s longterm disdain for DnD you have to wonder what the joke really is outside of him portraying DnD players as ugly nerds, supposedly too geeky even for him. Which is hilarious in hindsight as he would years later become a fan of TAZ among other things.
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Less hypocritical but the set up is kinda flawed. Like, you are obviously at a convention trying to sell stuff. Why would some old dude not interested in “kids crap” be at the convention anyway? Is he just bringing someone there and just wants to go, but first needs time to belittle your life choices?
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 Rather hilarious in hindsight to me. Cause for someone claiming he has ideas that last for a life time and who seems rather distraught on the idea of others giving their input, he turned out to be so in need of ideas. Alex ze Pirate e.g. became from 2015 onward only defined by Dobson talking about the sexualities of his characters (and not even in comic as by that point it was discontinued, but rather in tweets and so on). Formera, which ran heavily on cheap shonen anime tropes ended up cancelled after two volumes, Cabin Rest was a failure after 20 strips, 2019 he relied primarily on cheap comics about Miraculous Ladybug and his understanding of certain genres is so bad, he can’t even think up the most basic ideas for a magical girl story.
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Weirdly enough, that pitch of a garbage truck driver who fights crime? I think that could make for an enjoyable short story about a vigilante a la the Punisher or Sin-City.
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 The way Dobson perceives criticism, while also essentially giving a quick rundown how he appreciated criticism in his childhood way better than in adulthood. Yeah, because criticism by your parents as a kid was always VERY constructive. (looks back at certain drawings from own childhood) brrr. And sorry Dobson, but sometimes criticism by strangers is better than criticism from friends. Cause friends may mince their words. Plus people have over time given you quite some insightful criticism aside “U SUX” when it comes to comics. You were just never willing to listen
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Hey Dobson, you hear that? That is the sound of your career, dying and no one caring.
Yeah, I think someone who made such “brilliant” comedy as in these comics, totally has the right not to listen to what seems to be solid theoretical advice.
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BTW, that Talus comic… I swear to god the worst “joke” Dobson ever told.
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 Wow. You essentially make a point why you suck at drawing. While still not trying to change.
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And as someone else once said: Don’t play with fire if you can’t deal with the heat, BLOCK-son!
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This is not how I perceived your shit over the years. See, on one hand it is true that Alex ze Pirate e.g. has its own webpage to read the comic for free. HOWEVER most of his comics Dobson would hide from the start behind a paywall. The idea being that he would e.g. put a small reading sample of 10-15 pages up somewhere and then expect people to buy his comic for full price to get the rest. And you know, if you are e.g. a professionally published writer, that is fine. But when your average art output looks like THIS
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And you expect people to pay more than 10 dollars for something that is only around 70 pages long while most people can get 200+ pages for the same amount of money that look like this…
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 You can frankly go and screw yourself.
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On one hand I get that the joke is meant to be, that as an independent content creator you may find yourself in a weird spot where your “child friendly” work may be put in a palace between edgier stuff other creators sell at conventions. On the other hand, I find it rather insulting in hindsight, that self declared feminist Andrew Dobson portrays such competition as either psychopathic murderers or stereotypical cartoon bimbos. If modern day Dobson saw the same strip by any other person, he would be insulted on behalf of the female that she is portrayed as a bimbo, when she could also be a very smart and attractive woman who knows how to tell brave and sexy stories.
Also, I have read your “child friendly” stuff, Dobson. I would call Atea or Alex abusive bitches who like to bully orphans but child friendly? Not to forget that your work is so basic and shallow in depth, it’s like the someone tried to create a chimera out of some of the worst traits associated with Dora the Explorer, 80s toodler cartoons and the Fairly Oddparents.
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I frankly hate this theory on comedy. It is true, a lot of comedy can be deprived from conflict, misunderstandings etc. Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry and other cartoons as well as screwball comedies such as Rat Race can depend on it. Heck, one of my favorite comedians of all time is Christopher Titus, who based his entire career on the misery and absurdity of his life.
But comedy is not just defined by misery and conflict.
There are for example also the following theories when it comes to comedy…
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And to get back e.g. to Titus, yes, he has build a lot of his comedy on the bad stuff that happened in his life. But he is also someone who in his comedy has build a lot of punchlines on the absurdity of certain situations he has been in life but which in a way have enriched his life positively.
 What I am trying to say is, comedy (and entertainment in that regard) does not just have to be defined by misery. And all things considered Dobson, you could have really tried to also just make comics wherein either you or your characters are just happy with their situation in life.
For example, this page from an Owl House fancomic?
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I think it holds more entertainment value than your “joke” right here, despite not even telling a joke.
Simply because as a page overall, it tries to convey a positive emotion. Which is more than I can say about the strip.
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Because of a lack of different level of thickness regarding your lines, which would trick people into perceiving depth, the fact that the fill bucket and shade layers can only do so much to cover for the rather monochromatic dull nature of your comic, the fact that your characters are not really all that complex and look rather simplicstic even compared to stuff from a comic like this…
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And that is just coming from the top of my head as someone who never studied art. If any reader has something to add, I am willing to listen
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And considering you could in later years never keep up to any release schedule, which among other things resulted in only three SYAC strips in total being released in 2016, I say go fuck yourself. Not to forget that even some of the worst newspaper comic strips out there tend to actually find a decent following and good jokes eventually, otherwise they would not manage to stay popular for years, if not even decades.
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As someone who has worked internships a lot in life, I just want to say fuck you in all our names. Glad to see you having just as much respect for interns than any other scumbag on the planet. Probably even less respect, cause you know, in some places interns tend to get paid.
Also, there is supposedly an entire real world story going on about Dobson having worked at his former university at the time the comic came out and Chaz is based on a fellow intern.
Things are unfortunately rather vague in that regard and only hold up by demonstrative evidence such as the name of Chaz showing up in certain pages of the university and Dobson’s internship being mentioned somewhere.
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Well, would you look at that: People have different opinions on your stuff.
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There are ways to draw memes funny and then there are ways to fail at them
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 You failed.
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Funnily enough, that comic rings a lot truer to text than you expect. Considering how Dobson would often emulate certain aesthetics in his comics of shows that were rather passee by the time he published his stuff, plus how he will obsess over certain trends and games for years to come (like Skyrim or his Quiet Hate Boner) while also being unaware about current trends (how do you e.g. not have heard of My Hero Academia by 2018 at least once by accident?) Dobson has always been kinda late to the party. Missing the “zeitgeist” of nerd culture and as such never quite finding an audience.
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Yeah, what Pam says. Not helped by the fact that yes, the floating eyebrows are real. Look at some earlier sketches or “professionally published” comics by his and you will see that each time characters get excited, their eyebrows will suddenly split into sets of three and float higher than Pennywise’s victims.
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Ironically, that fits real life Dobson at the time and later on even more so than this comic version did. Sorry, but what am I supposed to call a person who has an hate boner on anime for years for superfluous reasons, made Danny and Spot a “gaming webcomic” deliberately to piss on non Nintendo fans and has admitted in some by now deleted youtube video, that he kept a list of usernames from an old forum just to remember even years later the people that were mean to him online?
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 Fuck both of you. I do not expect the Sixtin Chapel in the background, but something to filll up the empty space behind you is at times needed.
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The comic here is actually called politics. … ironic how things changed once a certain reality show host turned president.
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Jesus Christ. I am not even that much of a Transformers fan (Prime fan for life however) but even I know that this is not supposed to be what you design the head of a Transformer like. Not even if they ever produce the Transformers equivalent of Teen Titans Go.
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Too bad you still can’t stand the heat, otherwise you wouldn’t have completely disappeared last year.
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When you know you are in a no win situation, and still manage to choose an even dumber option to escape. I really don’t get it. I just think the Portal reference makes the comic dated and Dobsn’s attempt at a smug face looks so stupid. Like his cheeks are falling in and his mouth is about ready to get raped by a garden hose or something.
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Yeah, considering Dobson’s later constant need for safe spaces and to be in control of a situation and the narrative, which led to so many blocks over the years… if you know anything about Dobson, how this comic becomes harsher in hindsight is rather self explanatory. I just want to say one thing: There is a difference between genuine agoraphobia and just wanting to be by yourself. And I think Dobson just prefers the later on average. Which is okay, but humans still need to interact with other human beings in one form or another, even just for the sake of keeping their mental health stable. Why do you think are so many people getting depressed in times of covid lockdowns, despite many having all sorts of technical gimmicks at their disposal to at least keep boredom at bay?
And by putting himself into a bubble like that, I think Dobson has deprived himself of some of the most basic human interaction, which was likely a severe factor in his mental degeneration over the last years.
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It is still a valid suggestion! Just draw some cartoon characters or a nice fantasy scenario on a mural and earn yourself some bucks. Just be sure they are not by Disney or the Mouse will tear down the school!
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… Just google up the words Andrew Dobson and Samus Aran commission by ED and you will see how this comic just further shows how much Dobson seems to actually be proud of being an unproductive asshole.
 And by the way, I know that any form of artistic work takes time. Just writing these review posts takes a lot of time for me. But that doesn’t change the fact that people should post and create stuff in a timely fashion, especially when there are e.g. deadlines to hold up too. And by the way, Sloth’s don’t have fingers, they have claws!
And that is it.
Sorry if I missed anything folks, but I just saw how many pages in word this is already filling up, so I call quits for this part here right now. I think I made my point about how Dobson trying to badly deflect arguments people may make against his art and work ethics via jokes clear enough, while also showing some posts that are either harsher or hilarious in hindsight.
Next time we will however address one certain issue about our main character, that has been not directly addressed here. In the meantime, have a little fun video that shows hopefully how entertainment and a certain amount of comedy can be gained NOT via misery.
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You Can Run... (S2, E11)
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My time-stamped thoughts for this episode are below. As always I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.
SPOILERS AHEAD:
0:03 - Baby!Malcolm and baby!Ainsley playing together is so cute. <3 
0:05 - Malcolm is playing with Batman (the hero) and Ainsley is playing with the Joker (the villain). But Ainsley wants to play with Batman. Coincidence? Foreshadowing? I’m torn. 
0:20 - ....I can’t tell if this is regular “kid fake crying to get sibling in trouble”, “bad fake crying because kid actors are still just kids who are learning”,  or “Ainsley is a psychopath and she’s never been able to cry properly fake crying”.
0:50 - “I’d much rather stay at home with my favourite guy.” UgH. Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep. No wonder Malcolm has so many Daddy issues. This broke my heart. Malcolm clearly idolized Martin. Martin was his hero. :( 
1:35 - “Where are you? Talk to me.” This hurts because it makes sense. Malcolm’s one constant in life was his father’s voice. For better or for worse. It reminds me of anxiety disorders/depression. Part of you doesn’t want to heal. You don’t know what to do without the pain and fear. You don’t know who you’d be. The unknown is scarier than the pain and misery. That’s Malcolm right now. He knows Martin is bad for his mental health but he’s afraid to lose Martin because without Martin’s voice Malcolm has no idea who he is. 
1:55 - I can’t decide if I love or hate Ruiz. She’s really combative? Like Malcolm didn’t say “You’re here to take over” aggressively. At all. I respect the hell out of her for being a total badass and good at her job....but she’s also kind of verbally aggressive? And pretending she doesn’t know Martin is Malcolm’s father? Like - I know she was probably trying to break the ice but it was really unprofessional and kind of a dick move? IDK something about Ruiz just kind of rubs me the wrong way (no this isn’t sexism. I’m a woman working in a male-dominated field. I respect the hell out of career-driven women. This is purely just something about her personality that bothers me.)
2:41 - Oh yeah. Gil did not like the joke about Ruiz not knowing The Surgeon = Malcolm’s father. Look at Gil. He’s annoyed but he’s also worried af about what that little comment did to his already mentally fragile profiler. 
3:22 - Just how many times has Malcolm played that voicemail since the end of 2x10? It looks like Gil’s already heard it. Dani’s probably heard it. How many times did Malcolm listen to it - desperately searching for clues? This is not good for Malcolm’s mental health. He needs a hug - not to listen to his manipulative serial killer father on repeat (although, that’s kind of the show isn’t it?). Also, where’s the “we’re the same” part of the message? Did Malcolm delete the end of the message? Maybe so he doesn’t become a suspect? 
3:32 - Look at how utterly furious and concerned Gil is. Guys. Guys. Papa!Gil is BACK. <3 <3 <3 <3 Oh how I’ve missed him. Seriously though, Gil looks absolutely livid (at Martin) because he can see how upset Malcolm is and he knows it’s all Martin’s fault. Plus the concerned looks he keeps shooting at Malcolm? <3 My heart <3 
3:39 - “Of course not.” LIAR. I truly believe this episode is an excellent example of a character “knowing something as fact in their heads but feels the opposite way in their hearts”. Malcolm is still a little boy desperate for his father’s love. Problem is, Malcolm is also a highly educated adult man who knows that his father is incapable of truly caring about him. 
3:55 - Gil watching Malcolm’s hand shake. <3 I have no words. Gil looks so concerned. We’re getting so close to a full Malcolm breakdown and I’m here for it. If we get a full on intervention and/or hospital scene I will be the happiest person alive. 
4:15 - A couple of things 1) look at how Capshaw is glancing around the room when Gil, Malcolm, and Jessica are talking about how Daryl tried to kill Jessica. Capshaw is showing equal amounts of disdain, envy, and guilt. 2) Gil making a joke just to make Jessica and Malcolm smile is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Gil is single handedly, emotionally, holding these two together and it’s the content I’ve been desperate for. 
4:42 - <3 <3 My heart is melting. <3 Gil’s little smile when he looks at the picture of baby!Malcolm and baby!Ainsley. Look me in the eyes and tell me Gil isn’t their dad. I’ll fight you. 
4:50 - “All the kooks will come out. I know the drill.” Poor Jessica. She’s really been through a lot of crap. :( 
4:55 - Did Gil shoot Capshaw that suspicious look because he was about to show blatant physical affection to Jessica or because he suspects Capshaw knows something about Martin? Maybe both?
5:00 - Sooooo Gil and Jessica just flirt openly in front of Malcolm now? ....Look at Malcolm’s reaction to their little moment. That boy has heart eyes. <3 Forget Brightwell - Gillica is the ship I will die on. 
5:50 - I promise you. Jessica’s eye roll+huff when Malcolm says he’s going to stay with Capshaw for a minutes is defensive. She’s knows that Malcolm is trying to get information that will help recapture Martin. But right now? She just wants a hug from her son. She wants to keep him in her sight; where she knows he’s safe. 
6:12 - soooooo Capshaw is definitely a psychopath and she’s 100% acting in this scene. Look at her. She’s angry but she’s trying to act calm. She’s trying to justify everything she did but it never quite connects. She’s just a little bit....something. Vacant? Insincere? Malcolm seems to believe her though...because she told him exactly what she knew he would sympathize and empathize with...the next two episodes are going to be incredible. 
7:00 - Damn. Malcolm looks so destroyed in this scene. He looks scared, sad, angry. This boy is riding an emotional elevator that only goes down. I’m just waiting for it to hit the ground. 
7:14 - This is fake. Capshaw’s “crying” here? How completely put together she seems? Fake. She’s trying to act distraught and guilt-ridden but she just seems too put together and angry to make it believable. 
7:25 - How much do you want to bet that Capshaw is either 1) after Martin because one of her family members was killed by the Surgeon, 2) some sort of already established serial killer/psychopath who thinks killing the Surgeon will make her a serial killer legend?
7:30 - Malcolm being kind is everything. <3 Ugh. This little cinnamon roll is such a sweetheart. <3 
8:12 - I’m on Malcolm’s side. Ainsley can’t think about work? Bullshit. Ainsley is somehow in on this whole thing. Istg.
8:21 - “Dad is out there and I don’t know. I’m just not okay.” ....this whole exchange between Ainsley and Malcolm felt forced? Like Ainsley is really off here. It seems out of character that Ainsley would admit that she’s not okay so calmly. She’s too passionate (generally speaking) to just be this calm right now. 
8:24 - Ainsley is way too calm for the daughter of an escaped serial killer. Malcolm looks utterly terrified. Ainsley just looks....indifferent. Sure, maybe she’s processing things different or she’s in some state of shock but I find it unlikely. 
8:41 - Awwww. Looks like Gil let a Whitly near his car. <3
8:51 - Awwwww...Malcolm literally jumping into the ambulance is adorable. <3
9:00 - “So it’s official. The Surgeon’s killing again.” THE LOOK. The look that JT, Dani, and Gil exchange everything to me. It’s concern. For Malcolm. For what they know this is doing to him. It’s fear. For what may happen next. 
9:19 - “Dude.” Some people think JT is being a dick to Malcolm here. I disagree. Sure, it’s not what Malcolm wanted (or needed) to hear. BUT the way I interpreted that ‘dude’: JT is concerned about Malcolm. JT knows that Malcolm is having a hard time right now and JT is worried that Malcolm is reverting back to ‘scared little boy who doesn’t want to believe his dad is a killer’ instead of his usual ‘profiler-mode’. I don’t think JT is upset with Malcolm. I think this is JT acting like Malcolm’s big brother. 
9:26 - “I’m not saying I believe it. But I’m sure he believes it.” Gil isn’t buying that. Look at his face. Gil knows Malcolm is struggling to separate his complex feelings about Martin ‘Dad’ Whitly and Matrin ‘the Surgeon’ Whitly.
9:33 - Again. The phrasing here may have been a little blunt but I think this is JT trying to remind Malcolm that his dad is a monster who doesn’t love him. It’s not a pleasant thing but it is a reminder that Malcolm needed to continue working the case effectively. 
9:38 - JT and Dani exchanging looks of concern when Malcolm raises his voice (and again when Gil sends them to canvas the area for missing cars) <3 WHERE IS MY INTERVENTION?!!? <3
10:01 - “You think I’ve lost it.” :( This breaks my heart. It’s not enough that Malcolm has been on a downward mental health spiral this whole season. Now, Martin escapes and Malcolm is so fragile that he can’t tell the difference between concern and disapproval. He genuinely can’t see that Gil, Dani, and JT are concerned about him. He’s interpreting their concern as distrust and disapproval. :( 
10:30 - .....where’s Gil’s car? Did he leave it with Dani and JT? 
10:45 - “He lived here with my mother before I was born.” Excuse me? What? My brain is short circuiting. I want more details. I find this information utterly fascinating. Were Jessica’s parents alive? Is it a Milton family home or did Jessica and/or Martin buy it themselves?
10:51 - “If my father was a serial killer I may have fortified my house a little better.” .....no. This felt wrong. I don’t like that Gil said this. Why would Malcolm fortify the house more? Martin was literally chained to a wall. PLUS Gil’s been to Malcolm’s place before. If Gil (the cop) was concerned about safety he would’ve said something to Malcolm about it before now. 
11:44 - I want to punch that US Marshall in the face. Don’t you dare suggest that Malcolm should’ve seen this coming or that he has anything to do with Martin’s escape. I also love this interaction. It really shows the story of Malcolm’s life: his colleagues don’t trust him because of who his father is. Malcolm’s skill is never enough for the cops/FBI/law enforcement to trust him because Martin is a serial killer. Shouldn’t it count for something that Malcolm is the one who turned Martin over to the cops AS A 10 YEAR OLD? ALSO - WTF did Malcolm have ammo for his antique weapons??!?!?
11:54 - Look at Dani and JT. They look ashamed and concerned. Almost as if they just realized that they’re the only ones in the precinct (other than Gil) who have ever given Malcolm a chance. 
12:02 - The hand tremor <3 Damn. Someone hug him. He is so close to a full mental breakdown. I can’t wait. 
12:17 - “I’m not fine.” I. Am. So. Proud. Our broken boy just told the truth about his mental state. Look at Dani. She’s shocked and she’s more concerned than ever. Malcolm admitting he’s not fine means he’s really really not fine. This is bad. Malcolm is going to lose it soon. 
12:35 - “You were in control” I understand why that would be comforting for Malcolm. HOWEVER, when it’s said like that Malcolm probably draws the parallel between himself and Martin (the manipulative control freak). :(
12:55 - Malcolm expressing his self doubt is shattering. He’s being so vulnerable with Dani right now and I don’t even care about the Brightwell ship at the moment - I’m just proud of him for opening up to someone. 
13:03 - “Usually his voice is in my head all the time” Yes. Because even though Martin was chained to a wall, he was still in control. The constant phone calls. The verbal chess games. The traumatic memories. Malcolm has never been able to escape Martin. Ever. Now 2/3 of his regular Martin exposures have disappeared and Malcolm doesn’t know how do go about daily life without the constant harassment. 
13:40 - There’s no way Jessica was actually in enough pain to ask for a painkillers. Jess overheard Malcolm and Capshaw talking and she came to ask Capshaw about it. 
14:14 - “I feel like I’m in Hell’s waiting room.” “Been there for 23 years.” Ouch. Capshaw is lying through her teeth but Jessica? Jessica is being sincere. My heart breaks for her. Also - the fact that every time we’ve seen Jessica bond with another woman (Eve, Capshaw, Birdie) that woman is a manipulative woman trying to use Jessica’s connection to Martin for her own personal gain is very upsetting. I petition for Jessica to bond with Tally and/or Dani. 
14:40 - Look at Capshaw’s face when Jessica mentions Martin’s open casket. She’s hopeful. Like she just found a potential partner in crime. Or at least she just found another reason to justify what she’s about to do to Martin. 
15:15 - I can’t anymore. It’s been driving me CRAZY that Dani’s curls are extremely different sizes in almost every other scene this episode. Sometimes the curls are reasonably tight and a little frizzy, Then in scenes like this one her curls are big, loose, and clean. Her hair is gorgeous both ways but the inconsistency is really bothering me. 
15:52 - Americans - help me out. Is this a thing? Do your bowling alleys serve alcohol? Specifically wine? My Canadian ass is curious (our bowling alleys serve pop and bottled water. And maybe fruit juice). 
15:52 - Look at how cautious Malcolm is as he approaches the boy. He’s afraid. Afraid that he’ll see evidence that the Surgeon is killing again. 
16:45 - Who did Pete steal those clothes from? It wasn’t the EMTs.....did he raid Malcolm’s closet?!?!?!
17:15 - Pete was 10 when he found a quasi-sanctuary from his abusive father. So was Malcolm (in the sense that Martin was arrested and physically removed from the home). 
17:40 - I love this about Malcolm. Pete helped Martin escape. Pete is a killer. But Malcolm is standing there talking to Pete like they’re friends. Malcolm genuinely empathizes with Pete’s childhood. It’s messed up but it’s also beautiful. Malcolm truly has a good heart. 
18:00 - And now Malcolm is scared. He’s just remembered that Pete is a serial killer and he’s in danger.
18:15 - Look, Pete’s a bad guy. But his childhood? Damn. That sucks. :( 
18:33 - “Tell me where Martin’s headed.” Not “The Surgeon”, not “Dr. Whitly”, not “my father”. “Martin”. Because Malcolm doesn’t know “Martin”. He’s met his father/dad - the man who loved him and cared for him during the first 10 years of his life. He’s met “The Surgeon” - the man who chloroformed him, manipulated him, and emotionally abused him his entire life. He’s met “Dr. Whitly” - the man who tried to teach him about the human body as a child and the man who gives him valuable medical insight on cases. But Malcolm’s never met this side of Martin Whitly and he doesn’t know what to expect. So he’s calling him “Martin”.
18:56 - Malcolm, you moron. Pete can see that you’re already suffering.
19:07 - I’ll be honest. I was kind of shocked that they killed off Pet like this. I knew Christian Brole was a guest star so obvious something would happen to write his character off the show but....this was intense. 
19:16 - “Bright I saw it too.” Thank you, Dani. Calm this boy down. He’s about 10 seconds away from being arrested for being a moron at a crime scene. 
19:30 - “It is my job to find my father.” This runs deep. Malcolm isn’t just talking about how it’s his job to profile where Martin might be. This is Malcolm admitting that he’s been subconsciously looking for his father for 23 years. He’s just a little boy who keeps visiting a serial killer in prison because he hopes that one day he’ll find the father that loved him (or at least acted like it). :( Someone hug this boy. <3
19:44 - I found how Malcolm pushes Dani off of him interesting. He’s clearly furious. He clearly is not in the mood to be touched but as soon as Dani starts manhandling him he sort of calms down? He’s not calm but he gains better control of himself. He listens to Dani when she guides him away from Ruiz, (he’s not perfect by any means) but he walks away and you can see his body language relax slightly. 
20:11 - I kind of feel bad for JT. Gil and Jessica have blatantly flirted in front of him twice now (2x5 and now). That’s got to be awkward for him. hahaha
20:14 - “Where is Ainsley?” Good question Gil. Malcolm (who is on the verge of a panic attack) is working himself ragged to find Martin. Jessica is terrified and going through old photos to see if she can find anything that might give a clue to Martin’s whereabouts. But Ainsley? Not only is she calm - she’s not reporting on the prison break. She’s not actively trying to find Martin and she’s not terrified. Why? I honestly think (hope) she’s working with Capshaw. 
20:20 - That look Gil shoots JT. Yep. Gil definitely suspects that Ainsley’s involved. I’m pretty sure Gil has pieced together what happened to Endicott and now he suspects Ainsley. 
20:30 - hahahaha the way that JT stares at Gil as Gil leaves the room. hahahaha. He’s like: “This is awkward. I don’t want to babysit your rich girlfriend (and the Mom of the most annoyingly endearing profilers in existence). I am uncomfortable and I hate that you’re leaving me here alone.”
21:05 - I LOVE THIS SCENE. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT.  I love how Dani is slouching in Gil’s chair like she owns it. I love that Malcolm is sitting on the couch like a scolded child. I love that they’re talking about Gil’s birthday. 
21:32 - “I’m already drafting an apology letter.” “That’s not enough.” SAY IT LOUDER DANI. This. FINALLY we get someone calling Malcolm on his passive suicidality. Yes, Malcolm is driven and obsessed with the case (any case). But he also risks his life needlessly to solve them. As though he thinks he’s not worthy of saving. As though he believes he deserves to suffer for what he did to The Surgeon and for what The Surgeon did to his victims. Malcolm is passionate and dedicated to his job. But he doesn’t care about his life enough to protect it. That’s passive suicidality in my books.
21:43 - “For a killer who has done nothing but make your life a living hell.....he’s not worth it.” THIS. Malcolm doesn’t hear this enough. People always suspect him of being like Martin. People rarely take the time to realize that Malcolm was just a little boy who was traumatized by the things he found out about Martin. Strangers judge and treat Malcolm like a criminal just because his father is a publicly bad person. It’s been happening for so long that Malcolm believes he’s a bad person who isn’t worthy of happiness. 
21:52 - Poor Malcolm. His little face. :( He looks so sad, angry, and scared all at the same time. This is another case of “the logical part of my brain knows I’m acting irrationally but I can’t stop it because the emotions are too big and strong and everything hurts.”
22:05 - “I’m sorry.” MALCOLM WHY THE HELL ARE YOU APOLOGIZING TO DANI?!? Because you yelled at Ruiz and now Dani’s worried about you? Dude. You’re having a mental health crisis and a really really bad day. You don’t need to apologize right now. Dani doesn’t want your apology. She wants you to take care of yourself. 
22:25 - “Jury’s still out.” Ouch. 
22:32 - Oh look. Another old person with a landline. hahahahha
23:11 - JT being a sweetheart to Jessica. <3 I love this man. This is so cute. I feel like this is the first time JT’s truly seen Jessica as a full human with a personality as opposed to Malcolm’s rich mother and Gil’s love interest.
23:18 - “I get a call like that once a week.” OH HELL NO. 
23:30 - I love the fact that Jessica and JT are bonding over the fact that they’re both being harassed and judged for something outside of their control. 
23:41 - SOMEONE IS CALLING TALLY?!?! NO. NO. NO. NO. I’M FURIOUS. 
24:04 - “I don’t know. Why did you pretend no one was on the phone earlier?” I love this line. Jess didn’t tell for the same reason JT didn’t. They’re independent, strong people. They don’t want bother other people with their problems. They’re embarrassed that this is happening to them and on some level they probably think (wrongfully) that they deserve it. 
24:46 - Oh look. All of Malcolm’s worst nightmares are coming true on the same day. The look of pure terror on his face. <3 
25:20 - I want more Gil + Ainsley scenes. I find them fascinating. Ainsley looks like she resents Gil (probably because he spent so much time with Malcolm instead of her in the 90s+00s). Gil looks remorseful, sad, concerned, and fatherly. Like, even though he didn’t spend a lot of time with Ainsley - he still loves her. Because he loves Jessica and Malcolm so he loves Ainsley by extension. 
25:30 - “People always suspect him” THIS. Ainsley is trying to manipulate Gil into believing she’s innocent by drawing parallels between her actions and Malcolm’s. What Ainsley doesn’t seem to realize (and why Gil is so cold when he says “People always suspect him”) is that Gil watched Malcolm grow up. He watched the cops question him in 98′ because they thought he was a suspect. He watched Malcolm grow up as people bullied him and locked him in closets because he’s the son of a murderer. Malcolm was fired from the FBI for being the Surgeon’s son (and punching a sheriff). Ainsley though? She forwarded her career by televising Malcolm’s mental health issues and proudly announcing that she’s the daughter of a killer. She still has a job. People still treat her with respect. Malcolm wasn’t granted that luxury. Gil knows it. He watched as Ainsley used Martin as a tool for success while Malcolm struggled under the weight of Martin’s crimes and abuse. 
25:34 - “Ouch”. Malcolm’s not offended. Look at the little smile he sends toward Dani. <3
25:36 - Ainsley is furious. That’s the look she had in her eyes when she confronted Malcolm about the pig’s blood incident. She has no remorse. She’s pissed that her brother is overshadowing her.
25:49 - “We didn’t plan a prison break.” Who’s the ‘we’. Her and Malcolm? Or Ainsley and Martin? Or all three? Or Capshaw and Ainsley? ....this 3/4 of those options are definitely true. But one of them might be a lie. I think Ainsley was purposely vague to make it harder to Malcolm, Gil, and Dani to tell if she’s lying. 
26:17 - Ainsley isn’t scared, stressed, or anxious when she picks up the phone. She seems annoyed but hopeful. I find that interesting. 
26:46 - That smile. Ainsley loved talking to her dad. As a girl who grew up without a father - I feel for her. BUT GIRL - he’s a killer and this is not healthy. 
27:08 - Malcolm suspects Ainsley. And he’s scared. Bring me my popcorn. I’m here for the show. 
27:18 - This must be killing Ainsley. The fact that she knows Malcolm, Gil, and Jessica are a quasi-family unit. It’s probably making her feel more left out than usual. 
27:30 - “Maybe I should’ve done more for her when she was growing up.” :( My heart is shattering. This isn’t Gil’s fault but damn, does this hurt. 
27:40 - “No matter what we did, all roads led to Martin.” More confirmation that Jessica and Gil co-parented Malcolm. <3 This is amazing. I’m so happy. 
27:53 - Really Jess? You’re turned on by the fact that Gil has a secret plan while your daughter is being questioned about helping a murderer escape prison?!?! It’s adorable (especially how Gil starts flirting back with her) but also - not the time. 
28:14 - This is why I think Ainsley is somehow involved with Capshaw and/or is a budding serial killer. She’s so cheery. She’s being questioned by the police because they suspect her of committing a crime. Even an innocent person would be a little anxious or defensive. She’s just....numb but also cheery at the same time? Something’s not right here. 
28:19 - “This room is under surveillance at all times.” ....but is it under audio surveillance? Is this interrogation going to become a bigger part of the plot later in the season? Because Ainsley verbally questions if she’s like Martin.
29:17 - As much as I hate Martin, I agree with his analysis of Ainsley. She’s high on charm, low on compassion and empathy. She doesn’t have normal reactions to traumatic events. She never appears scared or sad. We’ve only ever really seen Ainsley happy, determined, or angry. 
29:20 - ....I fully believe Ainsley is fake crying to manipulate Malcolm during the interrogation.
31:25 - “Do you think I’m the reason he broke out?” Ugh. Ainsley is so starved for parental attention and it’s heartbreaking.....maybe that’s how this killer was made.
32:00 - Gil doesn’t think Ainsley’s a credible source of information. Let’s all just sit on that information for a bit. 
32:19 - “It’s not him I’m worried about.” <3 <3 <3 <3 Papa!Gil <3 I’ve missed you. <3 <3
32:34 - YO Gil, Malcolm. Have you two knuckleheads really never watched Criminal Minds?!?! This dude is showing textbook “I’m a hostage” behaviour. 
33:19 - Gil calling Malcolm his ‘partner’ is so precious. <3
34:50 - Sooooo 400K is a LOT of money. Did Martin use Milton family money for his murder agenda?!? Did Jessica never notice that much cash missing from their accounts?!? Where did all this money come from?! 
35:32 - Ahhhh lovely. Martin had a fake Canadian passport. 
35:46 - Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep because Martin put Malcolm’s batman toy in his murder escape bag. It’s so twisted and yet, sweet? 
35:50 - “What’s that?” <3 My heart has shattered. Look at the unshed tears in Malcolm’s eyes. Listen to how soft Gil’s voice is. Look at Malcolm’s sad little heartbroken, hopeful smile and Gil’s heartbroken look of concern. <3 I adore this exchange so so so so much. This is the Papa!Gil content I’ve been hungry for. 
37:38. -”Bright, she said no.” ....and Gil doesn’t want him going in there either. It’s not safe for anyone. But especially not for Malcolm in his current mental state. 
38:25 - “Don’t ever imply Bright doesn’t want to save lives.” YES TELL HER GIL. YES. I’m living my best life. The Papa!Gil fans were FED this episode. <3
38:51 - “They’re going to kill him.” I love this because I get it. My dad was abusive. I don’t like him and I don’t respect him. I think he’s a shitty human being. But I still love him. A part of me always will. Malcolm’s relationship with Martin is a little more complicated but it boils down to the same thing - no matter what a part of you will always love your parents. You might hate that part of yourself. You might try to suppress it. But it’s always there. Whether you like it or not. The idea that Martin will be killed? That’s terrifying for Malcolm because a dead Martin Whitly means he’ll never ‘earn’ his father’s love. It means his chance of finding the father who loved him pre-age 10 is gone forever. And that’s terrifying. Malcolm will grieve what he lost but he won’t grieve Martin as a human being - just who Martin could’ve been for Malcolm. 
39:22 - Gil chasing Malcolm <3 I’m in love. 
39:55 - Again, where the hell did Hector get these clothes? He sure as hell didn’t steal that plaid shirt from Malcolm’s place or the EMTs. 
40:10 - Hector is my favourite killer. I love him and I don’t know why. 
40:50 - This sequence is haunting. Watching Gil, Jessica, and Malcolm terrified and concerned in isolating shots. <3 *Chef’s kiss*. AND THE FACT THAT JT is still with Jessica?!?! <3 Glorious. I’m here for it. 
41:35 - I don’t like the way Capshaw looked at Malcolm when she said, “He’s your father.”.....it was appraising. Almost like she’s considering killing Malcolm to snub the whole Whitly family of potential killers. 
42:17 - That line about karma......holy shit. Capshaw is evil #confirmed. Malcolm is a moron for not spotting it right this second. 
42:55 - I have so many questions. 1) how did Capshaw get Martin in the car without anyone noticing? Like, why didn’t the security cameras catch it? 2) ....how much air circulation is in a car trunk? 3) How long has Capshaw been planning this? 4) is it really Martin in the car? Or someone else? ....maybe she had a goon kidnap Martin and take him to a secondary location after he left Claremont grounds? 5) Did Capshaw ever have a romantic interest in Martin? Was it ALL show?
AHHHHH this episode was amazing and I can’t wait for Tuesday. Thanks for hanging out. <3 
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Can you write a lil thing about confiding in your best friend (either twin) about your abusive relationship and then he helps you leave and shows you real love. I'm in a abusive relationship atm and I wish I had it :(
LEAVE HIM FOR ME (G.D)
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warning: mention of physical abuse, trauma, mention of sexual abuse, angst, fluff
*italics are flashbacks/past conversations*
grayson would have been trying for so long to figure out where the bruises were coming from. he stopped at nothing to try and pry the information out of you until he finally started to back up after you got angry at him one evening for not letting it go.
“just let it the fuck go grayson, i fell. i told you that.” or “yeah straightener is a bitch you know? you’re not a girl you wouldn’t understand gray, i’m okay.”
you knew he was trying to help, but feared that giving them the knowledge would only make it worse. your jackass of a boyfriend was dangerous, you knew it even if he didn’t. he could hurt him, and that was the last thing on earth you would ever want - for grayson to be hurt. you would get teary eyes and a flustered blush when he noticed your frown at the mention of the bastards name. it was like a shock to your system. with grayson...everything was different. you weren’t weak. you weren’t some piece of meat that could be abused and used whenever he pleased. you weren’t a derogatory name that seemed to define you.
he kept you safe. he kept you warm when you shivered. he made sure you ate when he notices you haven’t touched a single piece of food all day, takes e time to cook your favorite meal of all. he would care for you, wait on your every hand and foot when you felt ill, make that special soup his ma taught him when he was younger, he knows how much it helps. he braids your hair to help you calm down, and he’s actually very good at it. something about the tenderness and care he gives you when he’s messing with your hair immediately eases your stress, and you don’t know it, but he has a small smile the entire time.
God that man would love the fuck out of you, just waiting in the shadows for you to see that he was right there, waiting to give you all the love that he could give. Grayson’s love language was physical touching, he loved to have his hair played with, back scratches, hugs that last too long, having your legs propped up over his lap as you watch a netflix special. he often watches you close in those moments, running his own fingers through your hair, deep slow massages, and sometimes....he even leaned in for a kiss on your cheek, your forehead, and when he was especially clingy, your neck. you didn’t think anything of, even tried to ignore the fluttering in your stomach - the butterflies swirling around like a tornadoe. and you especially ignore the clenching in your lower region, trying to convince yourself it’s not him in particular but the lack of affectionate touches you never receive from your boyfriend.
deep down, you know your heart tells you different. but you aren’t a cheater and how could you leave? you know he would come after you, after your family, after grayson, even after ethan if he’s as crazy as you thought he was.
the first time he hit you, was the first night he ever yelled at you as well. it had been sudden, out of nowhere, shocking. he was...not right that day. he was irritable, not really speaking to you all that much...just quite frankly being a dick. your love language is physical touch just like graysons, but...not that kind. you had just wanted to hug him, maybe give him a reassuring squeeze to let him know you were there to help him and be there for him through whatever it was he was struggling with. you know how hard it is to be in your own head and have no one to share your pain with.
but his hand slapping into like a tidal wave prevented that from ever happening.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?! can’t you see i want to be left the fuck alone?! are you fucking dumb?! get out!”
you spent the whole night crying, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you tight, a bag of frozen peas pressed up against your right cheek. in the morning when you woke up with a groan, you stumbled into the bathroom to find a black and blue bruise right along your cheek bone - a hateful looking mark. this...this wasn’t love.
“such a slutty, dumb little bitch. thinking you can wear that out and strut around like a whore? then i’ll treat you like a whore.”
he never apologized and the violence never stopped. the punches became more frequent, and it was getting so hard for you to hide them that you began making excuses: falling, fluke accidents that sometimes made no sense, dropping something, bumping into things. but everytime you made up a lie, it took a piece of you away. a piece of you that you felt would always in some way be connected to him. to his viscous words, actions, and those little moments that kept convincing you to stay.
you stayed for the rare moments he would smile, the times that would remind you of the man you fell for - the one that didn’t exist anymore. you knew you were foolish and anyone with a brain could see right through your stupid lies and excuses, but you simply avoided talking about him. he made you think it’s what you deserved. and after a while you believed it.
you stopped being sexually attracted to him in the very beginning, when the hitting first began...but he...he was a man of selfish desire. take what he wants and be on his way, keep treating you like dirt, keep kicking you while he knew you had no fighting chance. he took advantage of your body, used you like a toy and threw you away. made you think it was a yes even when you screamed no. a hand over your mouth, his tongue down your throat, you didn’t have a choice.
grayson knew it all along. he knew the bastard hit you. he knew the disgusting filth of a man you would go ‘home’ to. he knew it wasn’t your true home. your home was him. your home was grayson. but you had to keep him safe, hence the reason you never admitted to the consistent mental, physical, and sexual abuse. but grayson refused to do nothing, stand by and watch the women he loved suffer all alone, determined to be your knight in shining armor, save you from the villain trying to ruin your beautiful life so full of purpose.
“what am i supposed to do e? he’s hurting her, like really hurting her. the bruise on her neck isn’t a fucking burn it looks like a goddamn hand was choking her to death. what am i supposed to do? tell me what to do.”
Distraught was an understatement when it came to a teary eyed grayson sitting at the foot of his brothers bed. you had left after a movie night, having to lie to your boyfriend and tell him you were at a girlfriends house, you’ve already been beat up for even mentioning graysons name. you would never make that mistake again.
ethan sat straight up against his headboard, pulling at the stubble on his chin, brow furrowed with a concerned, and angry, scowl.
“the asshole thinks he can just get away with hurting her because she sits there and takes it...it’s killing me. God how did she get herself into this mess...i just feel...useless. i’m supposed to protect her e, that’s what you do for the people you love and i fucking fail her over and over again everyone i let her walk out the front door of this house,” grayson grumbled, leaning over the bed with his head in his hands. his shoulders were tensing, something that usually happens when he’s especially stressed or upset about something.
“i’m sure ‘taking it’ isn’t exactly what she’s doing. she’s scared. he’s a big guy gray, a dangerous guy, he can really do damage to her if she tries to fight him back,” ethan mutters, not wanting to make his brother more upset. it didn’t seem to be working, “you know this isn’t her fault and so do i gray. a man like that will stop at nothing to control her every move. it’s an act of dominance, control, he wants to rule every action, every thought, every move she might make. if we do anything, we need to do it fast, and do it in a clever way that won’t get her fucking killed by that psychopath.
“it’s just impossible to sit here and have her flinch when i try to touch her...i would never fucking hurt her. i never have. and i know it’s so hard for her to trust anyone with all of the shit she has to deal with...but God dammit i would move heaven and hell for that girl and i need to save her,” grayson sits up, a noticeable tear streaming down his face. his love was evident in his every word, “i’ll take my time. make her see she deserves better. whatever the fuck she needs to convince her to leave that dumbfuck, i’ll do it. i just need help e, that’s all i’m asking.”
“of course gray, you know i got your back. and i have y/n’s too. we are gonna get her away from that creep and show her what real love is. not that fake disgusting shit he claims it is. doesn’t even know what the fuck it means and he has no business using that word frankly.” ethan’s tone is clipped, sharp, and deep - he would do whatever he could to get away just like grayson would. granted he’s not in love with you, but he doesn’t have love for you, and he would still do anything to protect you, “but be patient with her. a guy like that stops at nothing to tear down a woman until she thinks she deserves what’s coming to her. she accepts the pain because she is trained to live in silence. we need to break that silence and make sure that she knows it’s okay to tell us and we would never put her in danger.”
there is silence for a moment, full of tension, worry, for their friend. graysons worries if he speaks, he might cry. instead he ops for bouncing his knee in a steady rhythm, something you taught him to do when he felt restless. and it helps. but with a deep breath he’s turning back to ethan.
“okay so, how do we do it?” grayson stands, ready to take on whatever it is to get her in his arms safe and sound. even if that means hurting her jackass of a boyfriend. hopefully soon to be ex, he thought.
“well, i think maybe tricking her into a little intervention is the only way to go about it. or maybe one of us can convince her to spill the beans. it might be too much on her if we both start hounding her with questions she’s scared to answer. i’m sure some of them are very personal. we can’t freak her out, she’s already so fragile.” grayson knew he was right. he needs to proceed with caution. maybe if he could convince her he’s who she belongs with...confesses to his desires and wishes maybe she would have the strength to leave. if that’s even what she wanted. if not it would ruin their friendship and she would still be in a bad situation.
“true...if we go to their apartment fists up and ready to fight, it will probably make it worse and fall back on her. she’s doesn’t need any more problems than she already has. i mean hell, she’s even scared to sleep anymore,” grayson ponders. he remembers the nights she would stay over when her boyfriend was away gallivanting with whatever floosy he could find. cheating abusive bastard that he was. then it dawned on him.
“what if, and hear me out, what if we just move her out and have her live with us? i mean the guy doesn’t know where we live and fuck it i’ll get security if i have to. we’ve been needing it for a while anyway. she would be safe, protected, and with her closest friends who wouldn’t let a damn thing happen to her,” grayson tried to explain himself, gauging ethans reaction to see if he had a disapproving face.
to his surprise, he didn’t. in fact, it was like a lightbulb clicked inside of his head. with a clap of his hands he’s standing.
“that’s actually a great idea. i don’t know when he leaves or whatever the dumbfuck does but when he does we can go over there and get all of her stuff out and move her in here. we just have to make sure we know when he leaves, when he comes back, and most importantly if she will even say yes.”
it was three days after when you finally stopped by. the bruises on the left side of your neck and cheekbone fading away. graysons heart broke every time he saw the purplish hue on your face. he would kill him if he could. he would do whatever it took to keep you safe. he just had to do it like a civilized human being. he knew that at least if you’re on his property and your stupid bitch if a boyfriend came by...well let’s just say he wouldn’t be so forgiving.
he pulled you into the backyard with the sun just sinking under the horizon. he wondered how you managed to sneak away without a scratch, but hopefully it would be the last time you had to.
“i need to talk to you about something,” grayson started, pulling at your hand to bring you further into the backyard, standing in the grass just beside the pool. he was nervous, palms sweating already. this was a big moment, and it could change everything for them.
“is it about the last piece of banana bread? cause i ate that like a week ago and if you just now noticed maybe you don’t really love it like you claim you-“ you started, teasing him with a smile. always the jokester. he wondered how you found the strength the smile. but he cut you off before you could finish. his frown had your smile wilting.
“i know he’s hitting you. don’t try and hide it either like you always do. you always try and cover up his abuse and his fucking disgusting behavior. and i understand you’re scared, y/n. but this ends now. i don’t care what i have to do to make you see you deserve better but this...this isn’t it. you have so much to give and deserve someone that would burn the whole fucking world down to keep you safe. so stop pretending and tell me the truth.” there it was. that face he was dreading. the face of absolute terror.
he knew. he fucking knew.
you thought you had been good at hiding it from him, from everyone really. even your mother loved your boyfriend. she often said he was “good for you” that she was happy you found him when you did because “he’s the only one that’s really ever gotten you under control”. you haven’t talked to her in months, to say the least.
grayson recieves a chest rattling silence. something he wasn’t expecting from a girl that was known for word vomit and stuttering all over herself trying to get a thought out fast enough before it slipped away. but you stared at him with wide, misty eyes. you were scared - frozen in his backyard. you couldn’t believe he had come right out and called you on your bullshit. but you knew it was coming, you tried your hardest to hide it, but grayson wasn’t stupid.
with a slow shake of your head, you swallow the tears threatening to escape your eyes. you won’t be weak in front of grayson. you spent so much time being weak because of him, but no, not in front of grayson. he deserved better than someone that couldn’t even escape a white boy she fell for after a run in at the movie theater. he deserves someone that can fight for herself.
“so you know. you and ethan i’m assuming?”
a nod with more silence. he is watching you, not exactly staring, but certainly focused on watching you try and hold yourself together. you know ethan is somewhere close by, watching this go down from his own little hide out. you’re half tempted to yell out to the house and tell him to get the hell out there and face you, but then you know you’d have to confess the truth in front of not one, but two of the most important people in your life.
“...what then? you want me to sit here and cry? you want me to break down and talk to you about all the times i’ve come over here and lied? pretending everything was okay and putting a smile on my face? because believe it or not this is my safe place and i’d rather not think of him. you make me forget. i just wanted to forget and i know that hurts you that i didn’t say anything but i don’t know what i’m supposed to do right now gray...” your voice is thick with emotion, hands coming up to twist at the flowy tank top resting on your torso. it suddently became very chilly in the backyard that felt previously warm in the suns dying moments until morning.
“i’m not letting this go. not like all those times before. i had my suspicions, had those little clues that would pop out when i reached to tuck your hair out of your face, or help you with the laundry you still do even when you don’t have to. you would jump, y/n...from me. and i would never,” he swallows, you can feel all the strength it’s taking him not to show you just how much he wants to cry, “i would never, hurt you. there isn’t a bone in my body that would ever touch you in any way other than love and adoration. i know it’s because of him. he’s - he’s fucking sick, y/n. he’s twisted and made it almost impossible for you to live a normal life. you snuck over here didn’t you? it’s nearly 8.” you know he won’t let it go until you answer, so you give him another small nod, biting at your bottom lip and flinching at the tear that drops down onto your cheek. it would wash away that pathetic layer of concealer you put on, exposing more of the purplish bruise he left there.
“where is he? let me guess - he said he was going to “tanners” right?” his voice remains calm, with just a hint of a grit there to show how truly disgusted he was by the man that abused you time and time again.
another nod and small sniffle.
you felt like a child getting caught by your parents for sneaking out.
you and grayson both knew there was no tanner. there was and never would be. it was just another girl he decided to fuck around with before coming back to control you, make you feel like the disloyal one. make you feel like the monster.
“and what happens when he comes back and you’re not there huh? what happens if he comes back early and wants you to text him a picture of where you are? actually fuck that have you even thought that maybe the psychopath put a tracker on your phone? ...why are you back away? hey hey come here it’s okay i’m not mad at you,” grayson is trailing off into an apology when he notices the distance beginning to grow between your two bodies. he was near yelling at the end of his little speech and you’ve learned enough to know what yelling means. of course he said he wouldn’t hurt you, but that’s exactly what he said in the beginning too. and look where you are now.
before you can back away from his touch any further, he’s tugging you into a hug, cradling the back of your head against his chest. his heart beat was steady, the calm thumping easing your own nerves. he never held you like this. grayson wasn’t him. it was unfair to be afraid of everyone because someone tried to stifle your fire. with your body tucked into his arms, grayson rocks side to side on the bottom of his shoes, eyes closed and chin resting on the top of your head. you liked to be held when you’re upset and overwhelmed and he knew it. it helped ground you.
he’s pulling away too soon, swiping a hand through his hair in frustration. you know it’s hard for grayson to express his emotions sometimes. giving him the same patience he gives you is the least you could do. you stand quietly in front of the tall block of muscle, arms crossed once again - a comfort mechanism you’ve taken up over the past few months - and wait for him to sort his thoughts out and try again.
“i didn’t mean to yell but dammit, y/n. i mean it when i say you can trust me. i know he’s ruined so many things but this - us - isn’t going to be one of them. he doesn’t get the satisfaction of pushing us apart. you -“ a huff “you’re too...special to let go. and it’s his own fault he can’t see it.” from the dead serious look in his hazel eyes, you know he means every word.
you wouldn’t say grayson is entirely closed off, especially when he’s always touching you in secret, tender ways when no one else is looking. he tells you secrets he’s scared to tell anyone else. he’s not a secret. he’s just in some way...scared just like you.
“gray i don’t know what to tell you...it’s not as easy as you’re making it seem. and yeah he has ways of tracking me i’m sure, but i can’t just go without you you idiot. that would kill me. it would fucking break me and i hate that you’re making me admit it.” he frowns at the break in your voice.
“leave him,” graysons voice is soft, but more serious than you’ve ever heard it. so deep rooted with...something you can’t quite catch...that it makes you shiver.
“gray...”
it’s not that simple. you can’t leave a man that has his grip on you too tight. you can’t just leave a man that has made it his goal to make sure it never happens. you can’t just leave because you wish to be with the love of your life...you can’t just...want love when you’re trapped with no hope of escape. especially when that very same person whose love you yearn for is promising it to you, unknowing of the sure consequence.
he doesn’t give you a chance to turn him down, say anything more that will certainly be a way to weasel yourself out of this. he knows you’re in denial, denial of what there is blossoming between you, the bod consuming desire to always be touching whenever you are together - whether it be a pinky hooked around another, an arm over your shoulder, an arm around his waist, fingers massaging at your scalp. whatever it was, it was real.
“might i make a suggestion gray?” ethan frowns, biting at the skin of his bottom lip, now raw with his anxious assault.
“whatever it is make it good because i’m not changing my mind,” grayson grunted, slicing his bananas at a quicker pace. he’d have to build up strength for this conversation, lord knows it’s going to tire him out. you’re a tough one to crack. another reason that he fucking loved you so much.
“tell her how you feel before it’s too late. i’m sure you’ll be pleased with the outcome.”
how could he be so sure?
fire twists in your tummy as grayson inches towards you, eyes narrowed right at your own misty orbs. with irises blown out and black, he tucks that cussed piece of hair behind your ear. with his fingers feathering across the skin of your cheekbone, another tear drops to your cheek. it streaks a hot river across the skin, chipping away that milky concealer, a mask to hide the evil. the way he gazed at you like you were and always would be the most beautiful treasure, only made you confirm to yourself that it was torture to love someone you were scared to have.
“i know you feel this...don’t fight it...just let me show you how good this can feel...how it’s supposed to feel” his voice had switched from one of raw emotion to one of earnest and...need.
within an instant he is grabbing your face and pulling you close by the back of your neck, a hand digging deeply into your mane of hair. he made a fist to secure you to him, afraid if he let go you might disappear. another hand was pressed against your cheek - being careful to not apply direct pressure to your bruise, instead rubbing it tenderly with his thumb. his touch not only eased the pain, but the memories that matched themselves to it. soft plump lips landed on yours perfectly with a hum resonating in his chest. it was a pathetic, needy sound - one that made you aware that he really meant it. he’s been waiting for this. to have your lips smashed up against his. it was like an itch he’s been waiting to scratch, now relieved. he takes his time to let himself feel his way through the kiss - initially feeling your shocked lips at a stand still.
he almost backs away in defeat, but then... you’re sighing, a satisfied, eager sigh tossed between the two of you. biting at his bottom lip felt like a burst of unashamed power coursing through your veins. your tiny nimble fingers are tugging at his white cotton t-shirt and pulling him even closer if possible, goose flesh tracking from your shoulders down to your fingertips. youve kissed let that be known, a guy here or there, but none of those kisses had ever felt like this. before registering how much trouble you would get in if he ever found out what you were doing and how good it felt doing it, you are tilting your head to the side and moving your lips against his greedily. humming into his mouth and pushing your front against his flat. fuck his kiss felt so good. his lips were patient and languid, lapping like smooth waves of the ocean. persistent.
his hands made sure to move your face just the right way, get just the right angle, sure he could feel you turning weak at the knees already. not anything like any other kiss you’ve been given. it’s patient, tender, purposeful - that purpose being to convey just how much you mean to him and always will mean. the way he’s kissing you is a desperate move to tell you how he feels without having to say it just yet. this is everything you’ve ever wanted but never knew you could have, or feel, or want.
his tongue is slipping into your mouth when you gasp in shock at the electric fire burning through your senses and into every nerve in your body. your hands feel tiny on his massive biceps, but he loves the feeling of your thumbs rubbing at his skin while he kisses you so deep. your tongues danced together, the kiss stealing your breath away. it was fierce and passionate, everything you thought kissing him would be like. you had daydreamed about this moment forever, and you couldn’t believe it was finally happening. especially not like this. not when you’re a damsel in distress, waving your pathetic hand at the top of the tower in hopes your knight in shining armor would come and save you. the day had finally come.
he’s pulling away slowly, begrudgingly, panting from working his mouth so hard against yours. wanting to take it farther than a kiss, but understanding enough to know it would take a lot more time to be at that poin - no matter how bad you both wanted it. your trauma lurked beneath the surface, a fight for another day. he poured everything into that kiss. the rosy red color of his skin being a testament to that. he hoped you knew just how much it meant to him. from the way you stared at his mouth in a trance, he knew it meant just as much to you. the look of wanting in your eyes made him shiver.
“you want me?”
the best you give him is a puffed out “yes” between your lips, staring at his own longingly. it was a pathetic sound, a cringe fighting to shrink in your shoulders and hide yourself from him, but you accepted it as it came. you wanted more. you thought for a split second that you couldn’t imagine never feeling that again. electric. strong. like fireworks igniting in your body over and over. your eyes travel slowly from his mouth to his soft wishful eyes, feeling the sudden urge to cry again.
“leave him for me,” his whisper is pained, vulnerable and aching for you to want him back. need him back. love him back.
“but i can’t have you, you know i can’t. he won’t allow me to leave him.” God it killed you to even say it. You wanted to throw caution to the wind, and in a way you had, but to throw it all out would mean putting him in the line of fire - and you didn’t know if you could bare seeing him burnt.
“yes you can, you can have me. every hour of everyday. you can fucking have me. you have always had me, y/n. i think you know that. i can’t lie anymore. not when it means this much to me. he won’t keep you a prisoner. i refuse for it to happen. i know you want this as much as i do. i feel it. i’ve always felt it. if you don’t leave for you, then leave for me. just...you have to let me protect you.”
the way he says it, just holding you in place, forehead resting against yours in an attempt to stop the tears bubbling behind his eyes. it killed him to see you caged like an animal when you wanted so badly to be free. he would do whatever the fuck he needed to do and he swore his life on it. whether you believed it or not.
“but how? he’s a psycho grayson the man beat me for getting gas without telling him. i was gone for 5 minutes.“
“i know sh, i know it sounds crazy and reckless,”
“really reckless,” you tutted, popping your lips out in a dissatisfied pout. it was cute but he needed to focus.
“- just hear me out. me and ethan have a plan that involves no contact, and if he does show up i don’t think you are underestimating the lengths we will go to, to make sure he doesn’t lay a finger on this beautiful body of yours. he doesn’t get to have you anymore, he abused that privilege, literally. he didn’t appreciate and cherish what he had so now it’s over. you won’t ever have to see him again. but it’s gonna take a little cooperation and for you to be that sneaky little detective i know that you are.” he waits for your reaction, confused that your eyes are still closed, your thumbs still rubbing at his forearms. it was peaceful. for the first time, you felt protected. and really understood. important. valued. loved. whole fuck you felt loved.
“i don’t know how much help i can be,” you choked, voice a lot weaker than you wanted it to sound. truth is, it was taking every bone in your body not to kiss him again, get that fire ignited again. but you had to focus. one battle at a time. beat the dragon, then you get the prince.
“how about this, you and i, we go back in the house, i’ll sit you down on the counter - yeah that’s right the counter - because i don’t give a fuck if ethan thinks it’s unsanitary. i’m gonna cook you you’re favorite meal, kiss those beautiful lips for as long as i want,” he pauses to dip his head down, pecking your lips slowly as an example, a butterfly flew through your core, wings licking at the buzzing nerves, “and explain every tiny detail until you understand just how serious we are about getting you away from that sick creep. i may be persistent but my brother is a determined mother fucker too and he cares about you, y/n. as much as he loves to tease you and throw his little tantrums when you eat the last piece of pizza - he cares so much. and he wants you to be safe. to be with us. be with me...if that’s what you want.”
“as in like...live with you? are you sure that’s a good idea? i mean i kind of have a crazy guy on my back you sure you guys want that baggage?” you’re tone is lighthearted and witty, but he knows that’s just you trying to hide how nervous you were.
“you know, when you love someone, their baggage becomes your baggage. you have that weight together and find the strength to carry it along the way. at least that’s what i’ve found out.”
when you love someone
when you love someone
when he loves someone
when grayson loves...
he loves you
“you love me?” the gleam in your eye is too obvious to miss, the excitement of a child, the joy of a rich man, the satisfaction of a sinner, the bliss of a saint.
“maybe a little,” he grins, lips dropping onto random areas of your face, making their way slowly down, down, down to your blush pink lips. the feeling of them puckering had him pulling you closer again.
“is it too much to ask that you say it again? just for good measure.” your request has him chuckling in your ear, hair tickling you when he bobs his head in a nod.
“i love you,” he sighs, finger hooked under your jaw to tilt your head to the side, sealing his lips down onto yours again. breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume. it drowned his every sense.
it felt so fucking good to say that.
it sounded like your favorite melody. and somehow, as cheesy as it sounded, it gave you strength. gave you that extra power you needed to know that this life did have a purpose beyond pain and misery. it had people like grayson. people like ethan. people that cared about you. people that protected you. people that were ready to do anything they had to do just to make sure you knew how loved you really were.
“i love you too.” it slipped out without you knowing. your hand itched to slap over your mouth, cover up the ultimate betrayal against the monster somewhere off in LA cheating on you again, planning his next attack against you. but no, you wouldn’t feel guilty about loving him. not when it’s the strongest emotion you’ve ever felt. not when it was the truth. and not when he’s cradling you in his arms promising a future beyond the pain and sadness you’ve been stuck in for so long. so for good measure, and just because it felt like a breath of fresh air, you say it again, “i love you.”
“oh fuck,” he breathes through a disbelieving grin, picking you up by the back of your thighs and spinning you around in circles. your legs hooked around his waist tightly, squealing laughter echoing throughout the backyard. this is the freest you’ve felt in so so long. he slows down to a sway once again, turning your head to kiss you slowly, pushing his tongue between your lips to dance with yours again.
“slow down, slow down, we still have something to do yeknow,” you breathe, a lazy smile aimed at his own delighted eyes. he looked so free and it shocked out for some reason that you were the cause of that look.
“no no you’re right i’m sorry, i’m just happy. feels good when you know the girl you love is safe for once. but i guess we do have to go talk to ethan about the insufferable douchebag you chose to date for whatever ungodly reason. must have had a magical dick or something cause the man is lacking in all other categories,” grayson mocks, setting you back into the flats on your feet and imtertwining your fingers together, leading you back toward the house where you presume ethan is waiting somewhere close by.
“actually no, he never really uh...finished the job in that department. was kind of selfish. but i managed,” you tut, rubbing your thumb over the skin on his hand, loving the feeling of him against you in any way you could get. you knew you were so touch starved, but didn’t care if it felt this good.
he stopped at the sliding glass door, face dully lit by the yellow of the light from the kitchen, pointing a defined eyebrow at you in a displeased scowl, the fucker didn’t even make you cum? with a shake of his head he’s sliding the glass door open, ready to talk to his brother and start the plan for your escape. hes ready to see you thrive again. he knows neither he, nor ethan will rest until you have shaken every form of contact with the spineless monster you’re controlled by daily. this plan will be his religion until it is completed. he turns his head to look at you, a smirk on his delicious soft lips, licking at them quickly.
“we will be changing that, make no mistake.”
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↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader
word count: 6.4k
genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l
warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao
A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before & Stranger Things 3. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and @httpjeon for editing this chapter!
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PART THREE
"You're a psychopath." You accused.
Jungkook let out a scoff, eyes rolling in dismissal.
"You're being dramatic."
"Stop the car."
"Y/N." Jungkook scolded, reaching over to turn down the radio's volume.
"I'm serious, asshole. Let me out!" You huffed before lowering your eyes into small slits. "You're probably driving me off to a remote location just so you can kill me. Bet you're just like that sicko Ted Bundy that they got locked up in Florida right now."
Jungkook's head snapped over to look at you, disbelief in his wide eyes.
"Holy shit, all I did was change the radio station!"
You flashed him an exasperated look.
"You changed it while Wham! was playing. What is wrong with you?"
Jungkook had shown up at the door of your dorm right on time, grinning lopsidedly in his yellow windbreaker as you opened the door, his blatant eagerness effectively souring your mood.
You were entirely against this date at first; it hardly seemed necessary to get to know someone who you already knew you had nothing in common with. Not to mention the fact that you seemed to be the only one who cared that this relationship between you two was literally fake.
If it weren't for Yara physically shoving you out the door, you would have never gotten into Jungkook's ridiculously nice Chevy as he hauled off you to wherever he had decided your date was. He refused to answer when you asked him where the two of you were headed so, needless to say, you were already on high alert.
Him changing the station as soon as Everything She Wants playing was the final straw.
"Nothing is wrong with me, dweeb. I just don't really like their sound. I don't really like a lot of artists on the radio nowadays." Jungkook confessed, shoulders shrugging as he kept his eyes on the road.
"Oh God. I'm fake dating a monster." You breathed dramatically.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, no longer in the mood to entertain this conversation as he turned the knob on the radio back up.
It proved to be in vain, however, as your stubborn self refused to let the conversation drop there, your own hand reached over to reverse what he had just accomplished– the song currently playing fading back into the dull background.
"Madonna." You pressed.
"What about her?" Jungkook droned unenthusiastically.
You furrowed your eyebrows, annoyed. "What do you think about her?"
"Oh. Industry sellout."
"What?!" You nearly shrieked, jaw dropped as you stared at Jungkook's cool expression. You let out a disappointed noise.
"Cyndi Lauper?"
"Mediocre at best."
"Duran Duran?!" You exclaimed. "Wait, no. Don't answer that, I don't think my heart could take it if you didn't like them."
Jungkook chuckled, glancing over at your distraught expression, "Duran Duran is okay."
"Just okay?" You marveled, crossing your arms over your chest.
You were wearing a patterned collar shirt today and when Jungkook first laid his eyes on it, he couldn't help but think it looked exactly like the carpet belonging to the arcade he and friends used to go to in high school. On your left wrist was a bright yellow scrunchie that he swore he saw Yara wear once.
He wondered for a moment what it might look like in your hair.
"You know what the problem is with music today? It's all synthesized, I mean you can hardly call it music." Jungkook continued, pushing his previous thought away. "What's that song by The Buggles?"
"Uh... Video Killed the Radio Star?" You offered.
"Yes! God, that song just barfs me out." He shuttered, a prominent frown on his face.
"Fine, then. What do you consider real music then?"
"Hm, let's see. Twisted Sister, Bon Jovi, Van Halen, Def Leppard–"
"Oh, I see. The meathead is also a metalhead." You mused, the sides of your mouth twitching up slightly.
"Can you headbang to Prince? I don't think so." The meathead in question offered cheekily, wagging a finger at you.
You had just opened your mouth to quip back when your surroundings suddenly dawned on you; Jungkook had pulled into the parking lot of what you recognized to be a roller rink.
"We're going roller skating?" You asked as the boy shifted into park, causing him to look up at you.
"You don't sound excited." He pointed out.
You didn't bother to confirm or deny his accusation.
"Weren't roller rinks considered cool in the 70s... when we were kids?" Was your response.
Jungkook had unbuckled himself from his seat, reaching over into the back of his car to grab his backpack, carefully lugging the brown bag over his shoulder.
"They're still cool. Man, quit being such a downer you're ruining our date." He warned.
"Hey! What did we say, this isn't a date. It's a bonding activity." You piped up, opening the passenger door. "Besides, I'm not being a downer, I just…"
Your sentence trailed off as the two of you hopped out of the car, excited chatter from a family parked nearby filling your ears.
"You just what?" Jungkook pressed as the two of you made your way over.
"Nevermind."
There was a cold rush of air that hit you as Jungkook pulled open the door to the building, causing you to cross your arms over your chest, following him into the dimly lit space.
You could make out the sound of Take on Me by a-ha playing overhead from where you could see the actual rink located in the back. From the looks of it, the arena appeared to be somewhat empty today.
Radical. Fewer people to embarrass yourself in front of.
"Where do we go now?"
"To get our skates, duh." Jungkook stated, flashing you a look. "Haven't you ever been to a roller rink?"
You didn't get the chance to respond to the condescending boy because before you knew it, your hand was intertwined with his and you were being lugged over to where a bored-looking man was waiting behind a desk, a wall of worn-out beige skates behind him.
You stood beside Jungkook awkwardly as he spoke to the employee, speaking up only to protest when Jungkook tried to pay for you and to tell the roller rink man what size skates you needed.
Sat on a nearby bench, the two of you began to change shoes; Jungkook was rambling on and on about how excited he was to skate and how he was gonna lap you ten times over.
Slipping your first foot into the wheeled shoe, you let out a sigh.
"I have to, uh, tell you something..." You began, capturing Jungkook's attention.
"Sure, what's up?"
Pressing your lips together, you laced up the skate, the neon green shoelace glowing under the room's fluorescent lighting.
"So… I never actually... learned how to roller skate." You confessed through a shrug, ignoring the way Jungkook looked at you in surprise.
"Man, you really were robbed of a childhood. And here I thought you were some kind of superhuman who could do anything."
"Firstly, don't question my superiority over you common folk. I am superhuman." You scolded, pushing a finger into his chest playfully.
Jungkook let out a laugh, rolling his eyes at your words.
"Secondly, I mean, we were a family of six. If I got rollerskates, then everyone had to get roller skates. We just didn't have that kind of money." You explained.
"Woah. Family of six, huh? So you have siblings then." He noted.
"Yep. Three."
"Tell me about them."
Looking up from where you were slipping on your second skate, you met Jungkook's eyes, surprised to see genuine interest in them.
"Well… Sammy is the oldest. He moved out when I was, like, thirteen so we were never that close but I see him every time I go back home."
You had finished fastening both skates, placing each wheeled foot on the colorful carpet. You took a moment to drag your legs front and back, enjoying the way the wheels rolled beneath you.
"Then there's the twins, Rosa and Lia."
"Hold on. Twins? Wait… did they go to our high school?" Jungkook asked, his interest in this conversation doubled.
"Yep. They were two grades above us." You confirmed.
"Oh shit, yeah, I remember your sisters, they were mad hot." Jungkook let out a low whistle, before stiffening, flashing you an apologetic look. "Uh, in a totally non-meathead way."
You offered the scared-looking boy a small smile, shaking your head.
"No, it's okay. They are pretty, um, hot, I guess."
Suddenly, you made an effort to stand up, and Jungkook jumped to his feet to help you— you waved him off, of course. The carpet provided enough grip to allow you to walk somewhat easily.
"I still can't believe the Y/L/N Twins had a little sister. And that little sister was in my grade. How come no one ever talked about you?" Jungkook asked as the two of you reached the rink.
You gripped onto the short wall that lay along the rink's entire perimeter, clearly meant for people like you to hold onto so that they wouldn't bust their asses.
"Some kids in our grade asked me if we were related but I would always lie and tell them we weren't. Honestly, I had this weird complex towards them. I hated them for a little while."
Jungkook wasn't expecting such a confession to come from you, and it was clear that you weren't either with the way your face turned away from his, twisting up in regret.
"Really? Why's that?" He asked despite himself.
You felt yourself perk up as the familiar tune of a Duran Duran song came on, lifting your mood immediately.
"It's– ah, nevermind, it was really stupid. I don't feel that way anymore." You waved him off through a laugh, not wanting to unload onto him the heaviness of your childhood insecurities.
"I don't care if it's stupid, you can tell me. I want to know."
You stare at him for a moment, unsure of whether or not to tell him. There was a sense of sincerity in his eyes that wore you down, however. You let out a sigh.
"I dunno, I think it started early on. They were older and there were two of them, so I was kind of the third wheel."
"Ah. Yeah, isn't there some special bond only twins have?" Jungkook added.
"Yeah… Yeah, I understand it now that I'm older, but when I was younger, it just pissed me off." You chuckled bitterly, eyes flickering towards a couple skating around in the ring.
"It wasn't until I entered high school that I actually started to resent them, though. I kind of got stuck in this ugly duckling phase and my sisters… they're beautiful, right? Popular with boys, lots of friends…"
You trailed off, eyebrows furrowing as an unwanted feeling of reminiscence crept into you.
"I liked learning. And I was good at it. And it wasn't like I didn't have friends. I made friends with people who liked the same things I did. I wasn't alone." You continued, Jungkook's eyes glued to your profile.
"My friends used to beg for me to come over and study with them, you know." You looked over at the messy-haired boy, a shy grin on your face.
"It felt really good for people to acknowledge the hard work I put into school. It made me feel... cool, I guess."
"So when people asked about my sisters, I lied. Because I thought if I told them, then they would see everything that I wasn't. They would have something to compare me to and they would see that I actually wasn't that cool."
Your face fell into an unreadable expression, your knuckles turning white as your grip on the wall tightened.
The only person who ever knew you had felt this way about your sisters and yourself was Yara. But Jungkook wasn't Yara. He was just a boy in high school who occasionally bumped into you in the hallways, never paying any mind to where he was going.
Hesitantly, you turned towards him, only to find him already looking at you. Suddenly, a wave of embarrassment washed over you.
"I told you it was dumb." You laughed nervously.
It wasn't that you cared much what Jungkook thought but you had a feeling a guy like him, who was popular and carefree, wouldn't be able to sympathize in the way you would like him to.
"No, I'm just… surprised, that's all."
Jungkook certainly was surprised. You had built up quite the impression on him from the very moment you two met. It was hard to imagine that the girl who was so unapologetically herself was ever unsure or insecure.
Somehow, the idea tugged at his heart, as if he understood you more if only just a little.
Entering the rink, Jungkook skated in smoothly, looking as laid back and natural as always. You raised an eyebrow, doubting that your entrance would be that seamless.
"Feet shoulder-width apart. Keep your knees slightly bent."
Realizing these were instructions, you frowned, walking over to the rink's entrance.
And sure as day, your first step onto the shiny wooden floor was a less of a step and more of a slip, your hands reaching out to grip onto the wall before your balance was completely thrown off.
Jungkook took his bottom lip into his mouth, trying his hardest to swallow down the chuckle that threatened to escape. Instead of laughing at your instability, however, he skated towards you, an amused glint behind his eyes.
"Don't be scared, I'll catch you if you fall."
You offered him a glare, "Thanks, meathead, but I don't plan on falling."
Mustering up your strength, you pushed yourself off the wall, taking a bold step forward. You hadn't wobbled more than two steps when you once again lost your balance, arms flailing around wildly as you tried to prevent yourself from toppling over.
Your feet slipped from underneath you, however, sending you flying backward. Before you could hit the ground though, a pair of arms found you, hoisting you up by the waist as your legs lay sprawled in front of you.
"C'mon now, stand up." Jungkook urged, causing you to let out a shaky breath. You thought your ass was grass for sure that time.
"Can't. It's useless. Just let go, Jungkook. I'll crawl my way off the rink." You shook your head.
Your savior laughed, "New plan. Hold onto me. We'll do a lap around the rink together until you can skate on your own."
Embarrassed, you agreed, carefully making your way back up into a standing position with Jungkook's help.
It certainly wasn't smooth. There was something incredibly unnatural about rollerskating; Jungkook had told you to pretend like you were a duck which only confused you more because not only were you not a duck but you hardly understand the logic behind his thinking as ducks, most certainly, did not know how to roller skate.
With hands wrapped around Jungkook's bicep, however, you found yourself making your first lap. There was one other couple on the rink skating alongside the two of you; they were young— probably still in high school, and you wondered for a moment if to them Jungkook and you actually looked like a real couple.
"What's your major? I just realized I never asked." You brought up casually, the song overhead coming to an end. Lights were hanging that projected down onto the wooden floor, moving around in tempo with the upbeat music that was playing.
If you could actually skate, you imagined this must be loads of fun.
"Exercise science." He told you.
You nodded, "Makes sense."
It was evident that Jungkook took good care of himself, even if you weren't holding onto his bicep, you'd be able to tell.
"What's yours?" He countered. "Biology?"
"Yep. I really wanted to major in Neuroscience but my scholarship wouldn't cover it."
"Oh, you're on a scholarship?"
"Yeah, it's how I'm paying for college, actually. My dad made it pretty clear early on that he wasn't paying for our college tuition." You explained.
"Could you guys not afford it?"
"Mm, well yeah money was a big part of it but he also doesn't really see the value in a college degree. He got a job without one. That's why I worked so hard in school. I knew I had to do well if I had any chance of getting into college—"
Your sentence fell flat as a loud yelp fell from you, stunned as you realized you had just slipped and fallen onto your ass.
Jungkook was doubled over in laughter, your shocked expression far too funny to hold back his amusement this time.
"What the hell! You said you would catch me!" You gaped, the sides of your mouth quirking up at the sound of Jungkook laughing harder, desperate gasps of air breaking through his giggles.
"Quit laughing, pea brain. I'll seriously dump your ass right here and right now if you don't help me back up."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He snickered before moving over to help you up, his eyes watery and smile wide.
"This is so embarrassing…" You muttered under your breath, feeling unstable like a newborn deer.
Another chuckle found Jungkook, finding the way you were pouting sourly just too cute.
"If my ass bruises I'm going to be seriously pissed." You declared stubbornly, before intertwining your hand into Jungkook's.
Jungkook knew you were only doing so to ensure your balance but something about the gesture had his chest tightening in a way he didn't understand.
"So, uh, your siblings! They're all out of high school, right? What do they do?" Jungkook started suddenly, in an attempt to sway his thoughts.
You were humming along to whatever song was filling the room and Jungkook wished he was familiar with the tune so that he could hum along with you.
"Oh, Rosa is an intern for our hometown's newspaper but between you and me those assholes don't even let her write. She does coffee and burger runs for men in charge. And Lia sells ice cream at the mall."
"What about your brother?" Jungkook asked.
"He's training to be a cop just like my dad."
"And your mom?"
"She works at a convenience store."
And so the rest of the evening played out, the two of you sharing pleasantries and learning about one another, with only a few more falls on your part.
Jungkook told you his story, how he was an only child to a set of lawyer parents that let him do whatever he wanted as compensation for being so busy all the time. You bit your tongue but it made sense, considering his behavior in high school. Still, Jungkook turned out alright, you thought. Contract or not, you wouldn't willingly spend an evening falling on your ass with someone who wasn't at least a decent person.
You and Jungkook were sat at a table at the roller rink, a box of cheesy pizza set out in front of you.
"I don't understand. If you love film so much, then why aren't you majoring in it?"
"I don't know if I'm even any good at it. Just because I have a camera and like to use it doesn't make me a director." Jungkook shrugged in response.
"No, but if it makes you happy, then that's all that matters. If you love something and it inspires you then why wouldn't you do everything within your power to go after it?"
You had that look on you again. The kind of look that made Jungkook think that if he were to lean in close, he could see flames ablaze behind your eyes. It was the kind of look at sent his curiosity and admiration for you soaring.
"Isn't that lame? A guy majoring in the arts?" He asked, sounding uncertain.
You let out a grunt, growing frustrated with Jungkook's placid nature.
"What's lame is that anyone should have to be ashamed for doing what they love. Do you know how many times I get asked, 'Why biology? Why not education?' by my male professors? Fuck what anyone else thinks Jungkook! Do what makes you happy." You declared with a clenched fist, eyes glimmering with fervor.
You had gotten so worked up, Jungkook realized; he knew right then and there that you were speaking from the heart and that he was a lucky man to get to see you this way. Even if you had begun to shout and were scaring him slightly.
Turning away from you, the cool-headed boy ran his eyes over the room's walls, pausing only when he found a neon clock perched along one of them.
"What's wrong?" You wondered, following his eyes.
"October 16th, 1985. 6:48PM."
"Yes. That's today's date and time. What about it?" You pressed, growing confused.
"Remember it." He warned.
"Why?"
"It's when I fell in love with you."
Suddenly, you let out a laugh— it was the kind that comes out unexpectedly and makes a loud, unattractive noise and it surprised you both. Your hand clamped down over your mouth as if on impulse before your shocked expression broke, a cascade of giggles washed over you. Jungkook could only stare at you in bewildered awe, wondering if that wasn't the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
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Jungkook shifted back up on the bed, his back having grown sore. Pulling his notebook closer, he gripped his pen. Somewhere in the background, he could hear you muttering to yourself as you worked at your desk, knees pulled up to your chest where your chin could rest on top of them.
The two of you were doing homework in your dorm room, a common occurrence for the two of you nowadays.
Jungkook let himself spare you a glance from where he sat on your bed. You had thrown your hair up into a lazy bun earlier on, but now it would seem it that you had once again let your hair down.
You had the end of your pencil tucked between your lips, captivating Jungkook's attention for longer than he had intended.
Jungkook wasn't sure if it was safe to say that you were friends, mainly because of the contract that was holding the two of you together, but seeing as you two now spent nearly every afternoon together, he couldn't help but think he had whittled you down into tolerating him.
Not that you'd ever admit that, of course.
You let out an audible sigh, whatever task you were working on clearly giving you trouble as you tapped the end of your pencil against your bottom lip contemplatively.
"Break?" Jungkook called out lazily, tearing his eyes off from your lips.
Jungkook watched as you stared down at your textbook for a moment before ultimately swiveling your chair around to face him.
"Yeah, okay." You agreed, lugging yourself off your chair only to hop onto your bed, causing Jungkook to bounce slightly, the springs of your mattress protesting.
Face scrunching up, you brought your legs up onto the bed, extending them out in front of you to stretch out your stiff joints.
Jungkook couldn't help but grin slightly as your foot brushed against his knee. You were wearing your favorite pair of socks – they were a bright red and fluffy, a cartoon picture of Santa Claus knitted into each. Jungkook nearly lost a lung the first time he saw you wear them, but you were quick to defend them, saying that keeping your feet warm was always in season.
"I still can't believe you bought Christmas socks. It's not even Halloween." He began in an effort to make conversation. You rolled your eyes, smacking the side of your foot against his knee lightly.
"You act like I was actively searching to buy Christmas socks. I was on the hunt for fluffy socks and these just happened to be the fluffiest pair the store offered." You defended.
"I would gladly wear Halloween socks if I found fluffy ones." You added, bringing your offensive socks back over to you as you sat cross-legged.
"Speaking of Halloween," Jungkook began, eyeing you cautiously, "the party is in three days."
Cocking your head to the side, you contemplated today's date before concluding that the sweater-clad boy was correct.
"Oh shit."
"We need—"
"— costumes, yeah." You cut Jungkook off, nodding.
Jungkook blinked as he took in your words before shaking his head.
"No, I meant—"
"Yara suggested Bonnie and Clyde or Danny and Sandy from Grease but I don't really know how I feel about a couple's costume. Doesn't that seem too obvious like 'Hey, look at us! We're totally banging!' Do you know what I mean? Also, can we not just dress up as whatever we want to? Can couples really not do anything without each other? I remember whenever I showed up to a party without Erik, everyone would ask about him and why he didn't come. He didn't go because I didn't invite him, morons." You finished with an irritated huff.
"Woah, hold on... you went to parties?" Jungkook marveled, halting your ramble. "Also, who the hell is Erik?"
"My ex-boyfriend. And yes I went to parties. I was in a lot of school clubs and they threw parties sometimes." You shrugged.
"Oh. Nevermind, I thought you meant actual parties."
"Fuck you, asshole. Those were actual parties!" A surprised laugh tumbled out of you. "Anyway, we can go costume shopping tomorrow if you're free–"
"Y/N." Jungkook interrupted, a stern look on his face. You shut your once open mouth, flashing him a cautious look as you offered him your full attention.
"I'm going to kiss you."
Your body tensed in surprise, eyes going wide, "What?"
"At this party. I'm going to kiss you, remember?"
"Oh... Oh!" Your eyebrows raised as his words sunk in.
"Yeah." Jungkook nodded, reaching over to shut his notebook that was now going unused. He wasn't in the mood to study anymore.
"Okay, then. Lay it on me."
"Huh?"
"Kiss me now. Like a bandaid. C'mon, meathead, rip that sucker off." You ordered authoritatively, causing Jungkook to shake his head.
You certainly know how to set the mood.
"Fine." Jungkook mused dryly.
Your composure crumbled, however, as the handsome boy began to lean forward, eyes fixated on your lips.
"Wait!" You blurted, throwing your hands in front of you to halt Jungkook from coming any closer.
"What?" Jungkook pressed, looking slightly irritated.
"No... No, I'm just... I think I'm nervous." You blinked.
At your words, Jungkook's expression noticeably softened. You had this look on your face that he had never seen you wear before. You usually carried yourself with such self-assurance and confidence, but this version of you that was sitting in front of Jungkook... this you looked vulnerable.
"Why are you nervous?" He cooed.
"Because!" You huffed, not noticing the way Jungkook's eyes were set on yours gently. "I dunno, it's just... it's you I'm kissing."
"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.
A silent moment ticked past as you failed to respond immediately.
"...No."
"You hesitated." He glared, tone falling flatly.
"Well, I don't know! Who knows where that mouth has been?!" You accused, pointing a finger towards him. He smacked away your finger easily, a frown finding his face.
"Y/N."
"Sorry, sorry! I get mean when I feel threatened, it's like my defense mechanism." You apologized.
Jungkook chuckled, enjoying the inner turmoil you were clearly going through.
"Close your eyes."
You frowned at his words, knowing what doing so would entail.
"You're overthinking this. It's just a kiss. I don't bite, I promise." He teased cheesily.
You held his eyes for a moment. If there was anything you could give Jungkook credit for was the way he made even the most astronomically complex subject seem so simple, as if you were silly for even fretting over it in the first place.
Taking comfort in that thought, you let your eyes fall shut, hands finding purchase around the duvet you sat on.
You felt the mattress shift, your weight shifting forward as Jungkook moved closer, causing your heart to pound.
And then, he kissed you.
The kiss couldn't have lasted longer than a second, and you hardly had time to register the feeling before the sound of the mattress groaning as Jungkook shifting back into his original spot rang out.
You opened your eyes.
"Oh." You breathed.
"See? Was that as bad as you thought it would be?" Jungkook mused.
"You were right. I don't know why I had hyped this moment so much in my head." You shook your head, laughing lightly despite the way your heart had yet to calm down.
"Told ya."
You nodded, "I mean if anything that was super underwhelming."
"Yeah, like— Hey, hold on. I know it was just a peck but you don't have to phrase it like that, damn." Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed.
"No, it's a good thing!" You tried to reassure him, uncrossing your legs. "I think one of the reasons I was so nervous was because I was afraid the kiss was gonna be good but, nope! Totally ordinary!"
Jungkook let out a low hum. He knew what you meant but there was still something within him that couldn't help but feel bitter. He knew you would accredit it to what you liked to call his 'raging man pride' – whatever it was, it had him pouting without him even knowing.
"That offended you." You observed easily.
"No, it didn't." He brushed off.
"Yes it did, I can see it on your face. I've thrown your fragile man ego off balance and now you're insecure over your kissing abilities." You offered him a sympathetic look.
"Woah, woah, woah. You didn't do any of the sorts because my man ego isn't that easily toppled over, okay? I've got a rock-solid foundation, thank you very much." He scoffed defensively causing you to snort.
"And for your information, I can't be offended because it wasn't like I actually kissed you so suck on that."
You frowned on his words, "What do you mean you didn't actually kiss me?"
"Y/N, please. If I had kissed you like how I usually do it would've knocked you dead." He insisted, nose sticking up in a way that reminded you of Yara.
"What the hell? Why didn't you kiss me you usually do?" You replied sharply, catching Jungkook off guard.
"Uh..."
"Isn't that the whole point of this?" You continued, hand reaching over to flick at the tip of Jungkook's nose.
You held your glare as he flinched in surprise. A scowl took over him.
"What the hell was that for?! I didn't think–"
"I don't want to embarrass myself on Saturday. I need to make sure I know what I'm doing so don't half-ass things! Kiss me like you would your real girlfriend, dumbass!" You scolded, hand reaching over to place another attack against the boy's nose.
Before you got the chance, however, Jungkook's hand came up and wrapped itself around your wrist, stopping you. You attempted to pull back your trapped hand but Jungkook's grip was unforgiving, his dark stare locked onto you.
"What are you doing? Let go." You huffed.
"God, how am I meant to kiss you if you won't shut up."
You hardly had time to register his words when the hand around your wrist was used to yank you forward, Jungkook's mouth finding yours once again.
You were absolutely caught off guard, eyes held open in shock until the moment his other hand found your face, palm cupping your jaw as his fingers pressed into the bone softly, urging your head to tilt to meet his kiss better.
The hand that Jungkook still kept captive curled itself into a fist as you struggled to reciprocate his pace, taken off guard by his sudden vigor.
His lips were softer than you expected and you prayed that the hand that held your cheek wouldn't be able to feel the way your face was burning. The second he finally let go of your hands, you were quick to find purchase on the back of his shirt, gripping the fabric in hopes to give yourself something to hold onto as you lost yourself to the way your shared breaths filled the room every time your lips separated only to meet again immediately.
It wasn't until Jungkook's tongue ran against your bottom lip that reason finally took ahold of you. Pressing back against Jungkook's chest, you broke the passionate exchange, your wide eyes meeting his hazy ones.
"Something wrong?" He breathed heavily, his tongue darting out briefly to wet his bottom lip. The sight causes something in you to stir, so you turn your head to the side, choosing to stare at the wall across the room instead.
"N-Nothing. Just… I need to catch my breath is all." You lied.
It was more than that. This was precisely what you were afraid of. The kiss was good and it was making it very, very hard to want to continue keeping Jungkook at a respectable distance. You really didn't hate the kid and maybe if the circumstances were different the two of you would've gone on to be actual friends but you knew exactly how this was going to end. Jungkook and Kiri would get back together, you'd get your event and as much as you'd like to think Jungkook and you could continue on hanging out like this, you knew that was impossible. There was no way you could face Kiri after all this – not when you were the girl who was meant to be dating Jungkook all this time. You had helped him deceive her; watching and supporting Jungkook through a relationship built on lies was not exactly on your to-do list.
"Can I give you a hickey?"
Jungkook's words pulled you from your thoughts.
"Huh?" You replied, intelligently. That had been the absolute last thing you had been expecting to leave Jungkook's mouth.
"I know it's sometimes seen as a possessive thing so I, like, get why you wouldn't want one but it would definitely get the message across to everyone. If you're down, of course."
You could feel the urge to say no rise up your throat. Jungkook was right, hickeys seemed like a display of ownership – just a primitive way to claim someone as yours as if the emotional commitment wasn't enough. But there was something in the back of your head that was reasoning that he had a point. Furthermore, you could almost imagine the way Yara would be insisting you follow through with it if she were here right now and not in class.
God, she was going to lose her mind when you told her what had just gone down between you and Jungkook in your dorm room.
"Sure."
"Really?"
Jungkook's eyes were doe-like and you found it hard to face them.
"Y-Yeah, whatever, I don't care." You shrugged, hoping to give off an air of nonchalance.
"Wicked." He grinned boyishly, a hand coming down to push against your torso.
Your back met the bed and you didn't even have time to voice your confusion before Jungkook climbed over you, silencing your thoughts.
"Just easier this way." He told you, as if able to read your mind.
You feel yourself tense up as his lips meet your neck, pressing a cautionary kiss there.
"You don't have to be so stiff, I'll try to make it feel good." Jungkook leaned over to coo into your ear, causing a shiver to run over you.
You nodded, relaxing yourself the best you could as you tilted your head over to expose more of your neck to the awaiting boy.
You bit down on your lip, fighting down the sigh that threatened to spill from your mouth as Jungkook began to pepper kisses onto your neck, the feeling surprisingly pleasant. Your chest was rising and falling rhythmically, trying hold in your heart that threatened to leap out of it.
The feeling of Jungkook's tongue on your skin caused a small squeak to leave you, Jungkook taking the sensitive skin into his mouth to sucking at it. Before you could even think to stop yourself, one of your hands intertwined itself into his hair, tugging at it lightly as you felt his teeth scrape against your skin. To your disbelief, Jungkook let out a low grunt, sucking at your skin harder as if in retaliation. The noise echoed against your skin and, embarrassingly, you felt your nipples harden against the cup of your bra, a clear indication that you were getting aroused.
Shit. You were totally getting turned on; you could hardly thread together a single coherent thought and your whole body felt hot.
You tugged at Jungkook's scalp again without thinking and another noise of content left the curly-haired boy's mouth; you nearly threw out a sound of your own as he licked a hot stripe against the afflicted skin.
Before things could escalate any further, however, Jungkook pulled away from your neck, moving back to sit on his heels, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
"There. That should do it." He breathed out.
You sent him a small nod, eyes unable to pull away from the mouth that was just on you.
To say Jungkook's man ego was now pleased as hell would be an understatement. Your face was twisted in embarrassment, eyes watery and unable to meet Jungkook's the longer he stared. The left side of your neck had patches of pretty pink bruises etched into it and he couldn't deny the sick way his chest swelled with pride at knowing you would be wearing the marks he put on you.
"What?" You mumbled shyly, unable to stay still under his stare for much longer.
Jungkook was silent for a moment, lost in the dangerous thoughts his mind was filled with as he looked at the way you were laid out in front of him.
Finally, he shook his head as if to clear his mind.
"Nothing. Just admiring my work." He grinned sweetly before leaning over to press a chaste kiss onto your forehead, leaving you a hundred degrees warmer than you originally were.
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I’ve been thinking about how L imprisoned Misa and how inhumane and shitty it was especially in comparison to him giving Light like,,, a room where he could move around while keeping Misa completely tied. At first I was like “why did he give Misa such different, terrible treatment” but then I realized:
L probably does it to everyone. 
He seems surprised and confused when the task force object so strongly to Misa’s manner of confinement, and surprised when Misa calls him a pervert. I’d bet money that usually when L is interrogating people, he confines them in the same way he does with Misa. Because probably almost all the people he has interrogated have been men (at least in the US, ~89.5% of convicted murderers and ~98.9% of arrested rapists are men), he doesn’t see how giving the same treatment to a woman would look different or worse. He doesn’t see how tying up a young, attractive woman in a demeaning position might come across as perverted or sexual in nature. He’s just like “guys she’s probably Kira this is just par for the fuckin course”. 
(Basically, L violates basic human rights but I don’t think he’s misogynistic or that his treatment of Misa has a sexual motivation). 
He gives Light a room because he likes Light and wants Light to like him despite the investigation. 
Like... he gives Soichiro and Light the same accommodations. Soichiro is a respected police chief with a strong sense of justice who asks to be imprisoned because he is so distraught by the possibility that his son might be Kira. Light is the top suspect for being the most prolific serial killer in history and almost definitely a manipulative psychopath. Misa, who is suspected of the same crimes, gets L’s usual interrogation method. 
L plays favorites. He would never admit he gives Light special treatment, but he definitely does.
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